Unclean

Yu Qin's attention to You Zhihe was far beyond Yan Yunhe's imagination. From the night in Nanfeng Pavilion, Yan Yunhe noticed that Yu Qin was special to You Zhihe.

Even if You Zhihe is him, You Zhihe is just a person with fake appearance, identity, personality, and even age.

Why does Yu Qin care so much about You Zhihe?

The timing of Throwing You Zhihe's appearance is really subtle, and his whereabouts are also very suspicious, but is Yu Qin really so ambiguous to everyone who doubts?

Asking what type you like is like flirting, not interrogation.

You Zhihe is so in line with Yu Qin's wishes, and even the only thing he is dissatisfied with is those eyes belonging to Yan Yunhe, the only real part of his body, which does not please Yu Qin.

The person Yu Qin admired was completely different from him.

But even if Yu Qin really likes it, so what, as long as Master Yi Rong comes back, You Zhihe's identity will disappear completely in this world. Who made Yu Qin care about a person who doesn't exist at all?

Yan Yunhe smiled, and said words against his will. This was a duel that only he knew about. Since he was hit hard by Yu Qin, he naturally needed to fight back.

Yu Qin didn't get angry when he heard this. This was probably the first time he heard someone say that he hated his looks so bluntly.

"Really, what a pity." Yu Qin stood up and looked down at Yan Yunhe: "I am very satisfied, young master."

Yan Yunhe took the jade pendant out of Yu Qin's hand: "This kind of thing requires mutual affection. If my lord insists on wishful thinking, I will be very distressed."

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps back and distanced himself from each other: "As for the scars on my body, they were caused by my stubborn temper when I was young, and my father was strict, so I whipped them with thorns."

Yu Qin's eyes fell on Yan Yunhe's robe, as if through the layers of fabric, he outlined the scene he had seen yesterday: "Just using thorns, can you draw out such a deep scar? You Dashi is too serious about his child." Too cruel."

Yan Yunhe believes that Yu Qin's overly straightforward gaze is sometimes overwhelming.

Although he knew that the other party was just recalling the scars he had seen before, which caused doubts.

But it made him feel ashamed of being seen through, and his ears felt faintly hot.

"Who made my skin and flesh more delicate, and casual bumps will leave scars." Yan Yunhe took a few steps back, almost to the door: "My lord, I have an appointment in a while. If you finish asking, I will I'll go first."

If he stepped back further, his back was about to touch the door. Unexpectedly, Yu Qin didn't stop him, but just picked up the stove in his hand again, and said with tired eyes: "Then we won't delay the young master's business."

Yan Yunhe pushed open the door, and the tall Jin Yiwei stood there, looking into the room one after another.

After getting a signal from the insider, he gave way. When Yan Yunhe left the teahouse, he was in a very complicated mood.

He didn't understand that Yu Qin let him go so lightly, and he also didn't understand the attitude of Empress Dowager Jiang in the palace.

Empress Dowager Jiang's attitude towards this matter also shows that she was deeply implicated in the smuggling of gunpowder, which made her send Yu Qin to Yunzhou at such a critical time to kill people and bury the news.

Why did she suddenly relax now? Even if she found out about Liang Yin'er, she just picked it up high and put it down gently.

If the Empress Dowager is really so tough, not to mention that his current status is just the illegitimate son of Master You, even if he is the illegitimate son of Marquis Yong'an, it will be a matter of minutes before he is caught in the Imperial Prison.

When Fang Zhizhou came back from the palace, he knew why he was able to escape from Yu Qin easily.

Fang Zhizhou had no joy on his face: "Jiang Shang, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, pleaded guilty to the emperor for Zhao Xiang's incident in the early court, and begged for the bones to return home."

Yan Yunhe's expression changed slightly: "Absurd!" After finishing speaking, he asked anxiously: "What do the other officials in the court say about his resignation?"

Fang Zhizhou clenched the fan in his hand: "Yuan Dang didn't intercede for Jiang Shang, but he didn't use this to impeach Jiang Shang."

Yan Yunhe said: "Earlier, when Zhang Zheng impeached Elder Yuange, I felt it was wrong to be taken away by Jin Yiwei. When did the Empress Dowager get so close to Elder Yuange?"

"Your Majesty has become more and more powerful in recent years. It is not unusual for the Empress Dowager and the elders to suppress His Majesty." Fang Zhizhou said.

Yan Yunhe sat down on the chair: "If we had found the evidence earlier to find out and convict the smuggling, and the smuggling of gunpowder by the Ministry of Industry involved treason, Jiang Shang would naturally not be able to escape accountability."

Fang Zhizhou said in a deep voice: "Now Jiang Shang is playing tricks and putting all the blame on himself. Even if it is found out that the smuggling involves treason, it is only his fault and has nothing to do with the Queen Mother."

"Even his crime is at most nothing more than being lax and failing to detect the corruption in the Ministry of Industry in time." Fang Zhizhou said: "Now we have become passive."

It was a one-shot kill, if they played the cards first, the dirty water would naturally be successfully splashed on the Queen Mother.

They naturally knew that as long as the queen mother was not stupid, she would not want to change the emperor.

But Emperor Cheng Jing didn't consider whether the queen mother had anything to do with this matter. What he needed was that the queen mother must be related to this matter.

His Majesty ascended the throne at the age of ten, and the Empress Dowager Jiang has listened to the government behind the curtain. If this matter can be used to force the Empress Dowager to hand over her power and retreat to the harem, this god-given opportunity will not be wasted.

Yan Yunhe rubbed his temples: "Then all our hard work these days has been in vain."

Fang Zhizhou patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be so pessimistic, His Majesty is very pleased that you can find out about this matter, he said that once this matter is over, you will be able to return to Shenji Camp to re-appoint your post of admiral. "

Yan Yunhe smiled bitterly: "You said that if I come back from the dead now and go to His Majesty to sue Yu Qin for murdering the imperial court official, is it still useful?"

Fang Zhizhou sighed and said: "Even the smuggling case can't shake the Queen Mother's position. Even if you pull down a hundred Yu Qin, the Queen Mother will find someone new to replace her. Maybe the Queen Mother will turn her head to thank you and get rid of her for her." Yu Qin."

Yan Yunhe lay on the table and beat the table angrily: "Is Yu Qin stupid? Knowing that the poisonous woman asked him to do such a thing, even if he digs a hole for him to dance, he still dances so happily!"

Fang Zhizhou patted the man's head, Yan Yunhe turned into a young man, which made him very fresh, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to tease him: "At least this time, I also pulled down a Minister of the Ministry of Industry, Your Majesty is still very satisfied. "

After Emperor Cheng Jing retired from the court, he passed on Fang Zhizhou to the imperial study.

He was not as impatient as Fang Zhizhou thought, but instead had a calmness that he had expected.He even had the leisure to ask Fang Zhizhou how his recent paintings were.

Just as Fang Zhizhou flattered him a few words, a black crow flew out of the room and landed lightly on Emperor Cheng Jing's shoulder.

Emperor Cheng Jing touched the crow's tail feathers: "This time, I can finally clearly see how many nails my mother buried in my court hall."

"Don't worry, there will be a long time to come." Emperor Cheng Jing smiled lightly.

……

The smuggling case was handed over to the Imperial City Department, and Emperor Cheng Jing ordered him to rest well, which should mean that Yan Yun should not come back to life so quickly.

Although he didn't know the purpose of Emperor Cheng Jing's arrangement, Yan Yunhe ventured to guess that it might be to settle accounts together after Qiuhou.

Or maybe Yu Qin is the grandson of Yu Gong after all, no matter how bad Yu Qin's reputation is, Emperor Cheng Jing doesn't want to touch him easily.

Yan Yunhe naturally listened to His Majesty, and he was not dead, so it was His Majesty's decision whether to pursue the matter or not.

There is still one day before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

Before her identity was restored, Yan Yunhe had been living in Fangfu.

In order to prevent accidents at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, Fang Zhizhou has been so busy that he has not shown up for several days.

He didn't expect that You Liang came to find Fang Zhizhou when Fang Zhizhou was not in the mansion.

You Liang was obviously used to coming to Fang's mansion, and he didn't encounter many obstacles. When he came in, he saw Yan Yunhe and was shocked: "What's your relationship with Yan Yunhe?"

Yan Yunhe was taken aback by his beast-like intuition: "Who? I don't know."

You Liang pointed at his face: "Then why do you look so similar to him, are you the illegitimate son of Marquis Yong'an?"

Yan Yunhe couldn't help but ask, "What a resemblance!"

You Liang: "The hair is curly, and there are those eyeballs. Among the people I know, Yanyun Henas has such a pair of peculiar tricks."

Yan Yunhe couldn't refute for a while.

You Liang has a familiar temperament, so he started talking to him just like that.

Mentioning his friend, You Liang looked sad again: "I don't know what's going on in Huaiyang. I asked many friends to inquire in Yunzhou, but they couldn't find any news about him."

Yan Yun was afraid that if he continued to stay with You Liang, he would be exposed, so he took advantage of the time when the servants came to serve tea, turned around and slipped out of the mansion to avoid the limelight.

The weather is good this year, and the snow has started to fall early. The people are also looking forward to the upcoming ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

The street was lively, the lanterns were hung high, and Yan Yunhe was wearing a cloak, wandering casually on the street.

When he came back from the frontier, he entered the Shenji camp non-stop. He was so busy with things that it was rare for him to be free at this moment.

Street vendors started selling glutinous rice balls, which smelled sweet and sweet. Yan Yunhe sat down immediately and ordered a bowl.

The glutinous rice balls were served quickly, and when the white soft skin was bitten down, the sweet sesame filling overflowed between the lips and teeth, Yan Yunhe was so hot that he took a small breath, and suddenly felt his brows turn cold.

He looked up, and it was snowing.

Snow falls all over the sky, the winter solstice falls, and the whole family is reunited.

Yan Yunhe couldn't go home, couldn't meet friends, and couldn't even show his true face to others. This long winter night was so cold and lonely.

It turns out that this feeling of no longer having any connection with others is so lonely.

Does Yu Qin often feel this way? When he comes back from the palace and eats plain noodles alone, is his mood similar to his current mood?

But these are Yu Qin's own choices, which Yan Yunhe cannot interfere with, and has no position to interfere with.

Yan Yunhe looked at the glutinous rice balls in the bowl and sighed softly.

The snow stopped suddenly, Yan Yunhe raised his head, an umbrella was propped above him, following the hand of the umbrella holder, he looked at that person.

"What a coincidence." Yu Qin turned the umbrella lightly: "We meet again."

Yan Yunhe smiled back at him: "Is it a coincidence? Why do I feel that the lord is deliberately following me so that he can meet me by chance?"

Yu Qin looked at his light-colored pupils: "The young master is just like the old people I know, he likes to be affectionate."

Yan Yunhe: "You never leave your old friend, but Han Chu's sweetheart?"

"Zhihe wants to know?" When Yu Qin uttered You Zhihe's name, his tone was very soft, with a vague ambiguity.

Yan Yunhe propped up his chin, fiddled with the glutinous rice balls in the bowl with a spoon: "I guess not."

"I don't think adults have a heartless face, how can they have a sweetheart."

"Even if there were, they would have died long ago."