Anecdote of sword three crossing the bureau

It has always been a troublesome thing to clean up the mess. Fortunately, the people here are either too free or have power.

This time, King Zhenxi's rebellion almost alarmed everyone in the capital. It's just an illusion.

Zhu Yijun was standing on the city wall, watching all the people live and work in peace and contentment again, it seemed that the most implicated was the imperial city, and there was nothing else.

Chu Cichao and Gong Jiu bid farewell to Qingyanju, which has become a charitable hall. Zhu Yijun also specially ordered someone to build a statue of Chu Cichao there, so that Gong Jiu almost laughed for several hours when he saw it. There was a smile between the cold brows and eyes, and he almost fell to the ground.

And Li Yichen and Ye Gucheng also returned to Baiyun City, along with Ye Feng who wanted to follow him as a guest, and Ximen Chuuxue who was forced to do nothing.

Not to mention Guo Qingtian and Sikong Zhaixing, after thinking about it for a long time, they followed Lu Yao and the others to wander around the world.

Qujing and Huamanlou had returned to the Baihualou a long time ago, and once again lived the days of the gods and couples.

In short, everyone has their own belonging, and after the calm, it is the beginning of a new life.

Zhu Yijun is very busy these days, so busy that he almost forgets Qi Mingyuan in the other courtyard. Fortunately, there are still people here who are not busy, such as Xiaoguzi.

"Taoist!" Xiao Guzi looked at the person in front of him with tears streaming down his face: "You are back."

Qi Mingyuan: "..." This expression made me think I was dead.

Xiaoguzi almost wanted to hold Qi Mingyuan's hand to express his heartfelt feelings, and the next second he asked very seriously: "Master Daoist, did you go to cross the catastrophe a few days ago? Fortunately you came back early, otherwise you must..." He swallowed back the words that followed, and his eyes were so earnest that Qi Mingyuan hardly knew how to continue.

Qi Mingyuan was silent for a while, and finally stretched out his hand and patted Xiaoguzi's shoulder hesitantly: "There are some things that can only be understood but not expressed in words."

"Yes." Xiaoguzi straightened his back, and from now on he is also a person guided by immortals!

"Then, you go," Qi Mingyuan thought for a while and said, "Today's dinner doesn't have to be too outrageous, just normal."

Xiao Guzi walked a few steps and thought of a serious question. Speaking of which, is the little monkey lying on the Taoist priest's shoulder also a sacred object?

Thinking of this, he immediately felt that the little monkey's face was radiant and radiant, and immediately patted his chest and rushed over to ask: "Master Daoist, what does this guy want to eat?"

this?Qi Mingyuan followed his gaze, then nodded weakly and said: "Well, ordinary food is fine."

At this time, our aloof Taoist leader didn't know that the word "ordinary" can actually have many interpretations.

For example--

When he saw the lotus leaf as the bottom, Qi Mingyuan felt his eyebrows twitching.

After thinking about it, if he wanted to stay in the palace, he would have to eat these every day, Qi Mingyuan felt that he could get down.

It's not because of anything else, just the stomach can't be filled at all!

Fortunately, Xiao Guzi still pointed to a pot of soup seriously and said: "Master Dao, this is a newly made mutton soup. The servant specially instructed the imperial dining room not to add too much oil in it. After the soup is cooked, put the mutton soup in it." I picked out the mushroom and mutton, Taoist priest, can you taste it?"

Thousands of words turned into one sentence——

...give me back my mutton.

Qi Mingyuan's heart was full of blood and tears, he scooped up soup little by little, while seriously thinking about how to ask someone to bring him food.

After a while, he saw his savior——

"emperor."

Zhu Yijun was wearing ordinary clothes, and his face was a little tired. He was startled when he saw the food on the table, and then smiled faintly: "I'll take you out for a while."

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Guzi suddenly spoke from the side: "The Daoist...the Daoist..."

Zhu Yijun was taken aback, and almost felt that something had happened to his family, so he quickly asked seriously, "What's wrong with you?"

Perhaps because his expression was too worried, Qi Mingyuan couldn't help laughing, and he shook his head: "It's okay."

"The Taoist priest is very worried about the emperor, and has always been worried." Xiao Guzi whispered, looking up at his master carefully.

Qi Mingyuan stroked his forehead helplessly: "Have you had a hard time recently?" He turned his gaze to Xiao Guzi on the ground and shook his head slightly: "Stop talking nonsense."

The little monkey jumped onto Zhu Yijun's shoulder, and carefully touched Zhu Yijun's face with its small paws. It looked like a coquettish child.

Zhu Yijun couldn't help laughing, and walked outside with Qi Mingyuan: "Take you out for something to eat, this little thing looks like you."

Qi Mingyuan sighed: "Is the emperor making fun of you?"

"Not counting," Zhu Yijun said seriously, while letting the little guy play wild on his shoulders, he said slowly: "In these days, I will issue an imperial decree."

Qi Mingyuan felt his heart beating a little faster.

"I want to make you a national teacher, and we will join the court together from now on." Zhu Yijun's face was slightly dark, but his eyes were smiling, and he apologized slightly: "I can't give you a title, sorry."

Qi Mingyuan was silent from beginning to end.

This kind of silence made Zhu Yijun's mind sink a little bit, and finally he could hardly find the ability to make a fist.

After a while, Zhu Yijun stretched out his hand, and carefully hugged the person in front of him. Qi Mingyuan was very tall, almost half a head taller than Zhu Yijun. This posture was uncomfortable, and it couldn't make Zhu Yijun feel at ease. He could only keep silent and never Can't say a word.

Qi Mingyuan hugged him back slowly, his voice choked up slightly: "Let me take it easy."

His breath was right next to Zhu Yijun's ear, bringing out a scorching, uneasy temperature.

"I... never thought it would be so easy," Qi Mingyuan touched Zhu Yijun's black hair little by little, the touch was so good that Qi Mingyuan closed his eyes slightly: "Thank you."

Zhu Yijun didn't say a word, just closed his eyes lightly.

How can I thank you?

There is such a person who is willing to give up the life he is familiar with for you, and breaks through thousands of obstacles to come to you. All of this is really worthy of gratitude.

It took Zhu Yijun a long while before he was slowly released, and then greeted him with a burning kiss.

This kiss carried almost hysterical longing and apprehension, or maybe it was still a temptation in the front, but there was some uncontrollable unscrupulousness in the back, like a scorching flame, making people have nowhere to hide.

"I love you." Qi Mingyuan said slowly in a hoarse voice, he just looked into Zhu Yijun's eyes like that, as if he wanted to see the world grow old.

"...Me too." It took an unknown amount of time before Zhu Yijun smiled, and then kissed her back lightly.

There are too many things, all of which are unpredictable futures.

It's as if you never understand, after you make a decision, how much you have to pay for it to keep going until you get old.

But we have never regretted it.

As if you were with me wherever I went, that was enough.

Less than half a month later, the national teacher prayed for the people on the platform of praying for rain.

Another month, the weather is good, it is a good year.

At this time, Qi Mingyuan was in the emperor's study room, propping his head on one hand and falling asleep, Zhu Yijun was holding the ink pen in one hand to critique the papers, while he said helplessly: "If the national teacher is fine, if not, just go back and rest. "

Qi Mingyuan opened his eyes in a daze, and then looked at the thick stack of papers with some worry: "Shall I help you?"

"Forget it," Zhu Yijun was slightly taken aback, his pretty eyebrows stretched out: "You take a good rest."

"What time is it?" Qi Mingyuan couldn't help asking, seeing that it was already time to light the lamps outside.

Zhu Yijun cut off the wax wick from the candlestick on the other end of Qi Mingyuan, and then slowly said: "It's almost time."

"Let's rest," Qi Mingyuan stretched out his hand and carefully brushed away Zhu Yijun's black hair. I don't know when the emperor's hair has grown white. It's shocking to see, but it's more of an uncontrollable heartache. "You've worked too hard."

"If it wasn't for the great bravery of the national teacher last night, I would not be in such a mess today." Zhu Yijun sighed, his brows and eyes were full of helplessness and banter.

This image settled in Qi Mingyuan's eyes, but it made him feel guilty: "I'm sorry."

He was so honest that Zhu Yijun was slightly taken aback: "No need... I am the one who should say sorry. Those old ministers have been talking about the vacancy of the harem these days, I..."

Qi Mingyuan frowned slightly, but he didn't know what to do. He knew the importance of the harem matter to an emperor, but he still couldn't let go of the knot in his heart.

But no matter what, before the lover in front of him was Zhu Yijun, he was still the emperor of Ming Dynasty.

Kings can never do what they want.

"Go." Qi Mingyuan sighed, but his voice was gentle.

Zhu Yijun raised his eyes in surprise.

"I also don't want you to disregard etiquette for me." Qi Mingyuan's brows were slightly furrowed, but his eyes were tender and gentle.

Zhu Yijun stretched out his arms to hug him, and murmured in a choked voice, "What about you?"

If you want me to have three thousand beauties and a house full of children and grandchildren in the future, what about you?

Could it be just this time, and we will never see each other again. From now on, I will be the king and you will be the minister, and I will never be able to meet each other frankly again?

Qi Mingyuan stretched out his hand to gently stroke his hair, but his heart was bitter.

He can see too many futures, he can ignore himself, but he can't let go of Zhu Yijun.

Qi Mingyuan can't harm him, this is the emperor, the emperor of Ming Dynasty.

On the second day, in the palace, the national teacher was no longer seen.

Zhu Yijun went to court as usual, everything was as usual, he only said that the national teacher had come out to pray for the people, or he would not see him again for a long time.

Everyone could see it clearly, but Zhu Yijun became more and more relaxed, and the whole person became a little depressed. He ate clear soup with little water, but he burned the lamp every day and devoted himself to it.He is a good emperor, but he is the one who knows how to take care of himself the least.

The people became more and more worried, almost worried that the young emperor would die, and maybe life would never be so easy again.

In the second year, the national teacher returned, and foreigners entered the court to congratulate him, but it was this young national teacher who personally led a group of close friends from all corners of the country to subdue the border bandits.

The three words Qi Mingyuan have almost become a nightmare on the border. No one wants to see this white-clothed national teacher, and some people say——

Master of the Ming Dynasty, a god-man.

On the day of returning to court, Qi Mingyuan was looking down at the people facing up, his brows and eyes filled with deep thoughts.

So far, the Ming Dynasty has lived in peace and prosperity, the weather has been smooth and the weather has been smooth, and there have been no crimes by foreigners, and it has been more than a hundred years.

And Zhu Yijun was passed down to Zizi in the tenth year of Qingli and retired to the world.

The same legendary Qi Mingyuan disappeared at the same time. Together with those people who were once famous in the Jianghu, he became an enduring myth.

Maybe a long time later, those earth-shattering wars will still become people's gossip.

Qi Mingyuan, the national teacher who is unparalleled in the country, and Zhu Yijun, the emperor who has devoted himself to the country and the people.

Li Yichen, the unparalleled horse general, and Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, are so ethereal.

Ye Feng, the gentle and gentle man of Ye's Villa, and Ximen Chuuxue, the sword god who is dedicated to the sword.

Qingyan, who practiced needlework with bare hands, lived in the Ci Dynasty of Chu, and Gong Jiu, who was handsome and innocent, was evil.

Or it could be that gentle and elegant gentleman who is full of flowers, and Qu Jing who is unparalleled in poison.

Guo Qingtian, who went forward bravely and acted strangely, stole the king Sikong and picked the stars for a while.

There is also Lu Yao, who comes and goes straight and moves erratically, and the nosy four-browed Lu Xiaofeng.

In the end, there seems to be a long-standing legend, which seems to be the story of the gentle and refined Chu Liuxiang, and the cold and lonely Tang Ziqi.

No matter what, they have become legends in this arena.

In the bottom of people's hearts, it will be handed down forever.

And what the real story is like, I have long thought about it.

After all, there are good flowers in the world, and there is a spring breeze every year.

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