sick white moonlight

On the official road, a carriage passed by smoothly.

The cypress trees beside the road are green, tall and straight.

Inside the simple and heavy carriage, a noble lady is leaning on a pillow wrapped in plain brocade. She wears a blue-gray blouse on her upper body and a red skirt with pleats on her lower body. There are flower pearls on her forehead. There is a silver step rocker inserted between the white hair and black hair, combed high in a flowing cloud bun, hairpins are extremely delicate green hairpin flowers, and the stamens are complicated and intricate.

The complexion is rosy and fair, the eyebrows are gentle and amiable, and the eyes are crystal clear. Although he is old, he still has a youthful demeanor.

A pair of hands that looked fair and petite, but actually had a lot of calluses between their fingers, were gently held by a man in purple with a serious face and a bit of concern between his brows.

The man saw that she looked quite sad, and said: "Ying'er, but I'm not feeling well."

The woman shook her head, and said: "I just thought about this trip, and I don't know when I will be able to return to the capital."

"Pingjiang is rich. Although it is not as open as Kyoto, it is still a good place to go." The man frowned and comforted.

After the woman heard this, she stared at him, and then said: "I don't dislike your position as an official, but I am worried about Your Majesty and Prime Minister Xiao."

After the man heard this, he was quite confused. Although he knew that his wife had known His Majesty for many years, he admired Xiang Xiang even more. He asked with a naive face, "I don't know, are Xiang Xiang and Your Majesty right?" Is everything all right?"

"You fool." The woman scolded with a smile when she saw it.

"Your Majesty has been suffering from minor ailments in the past few years, neglecting political affairs. I'm worried. Once His Majesty leaves, what will Xiang Xiao do?"

The man was taken aback when he heard the words, and said aloud, "Isn't it possible? Now that the cabinet has been built, even if there is no His Majesty, Prime Minister Xiao will not be unable to function. Besides, hasn't Your Majesty stopped meddling in political affairs for many years?"

After hearing what the man said, the woman could only sigh.

Except for a few insiders, no one in this court knows the affection between Xiao Xiang, Xiao Lingyin and His Majesty. At most, they only know that the two monarchs and ministers get along well, and they only know that His Majesty is so docile that there is no trace of an emperor. False emperor, in this great Jin Dynasty, if it is said that the one with the most power and the best reputation and prestige, there is only one Xiao Xiang who is equally romantic and capable of both civil and military skills.

In the past, she also thought so. In this prosperous world, when she read history books when she was young and ignorant, she always admired Xiao Xiang so much when she read the Jin Dynasty, and disdained the emperor who hung high and did nothing.

It wasn't until she came to this piece of real history that she realized how history could be as simple as the history books said.

With one stroke, just a dozen or so words, he determined his life's achievements.

Huizong of the Jin Dynasty was gentle and docile, and he was the ruler of success.

The historical situation has changed suddenly, and the political situation that was established through hard work could not escape the decline after all. It has offended the children of the gentry, so how can it have a so-called good reputation.

After many years of ups and downs in this era, she still admires Xiao Xiang, admires Xiao Xiang's talent and knowledge, admires his lofty ambition, and admires his ability to turn the tide.

But she worried about His Majesty.

Such a handsome and unparalleled man who should have been born in a scholarly family, wandering among the mountains and rivers, reciting poems and painting paintings, has been trapped in the imperial city all his life. The imperial city, the nine palaces and palaces, went to see the vast and incomparable mountains and rivers under his feet.

I still remember that in the nine-curved corridor, he stood under the plum tree, turned around and looked, elegant and graceful, with fluttering sleeves.

She thought at that time, if such a person was not born in an emperor's family, he must be a romantic and Confucian scholar.

Unfortunately, unfortunately, fortunately, fortunately.

It's a pity that he is weak and sick, but fortunately that person is by his side.

Over the years, she has watched them go all the way, supported them until now, watched the Jin Dynasty gradually prosper, watched the great Jin Dynasty grow bigger and bigger, and watched the people in the land under her feet become more and more prosperous.

Twenty-five years later, when she woke up from the body that fell into the water and died, she was just a fourteen-year-old girl in the palace. Although she was a princess, she was worried and frightened. After several twists and turns, fortunately, as the emperor's brother, he took care of him more.

With the sound of horseshoes, she gently opened the curtain, looked at the green cypresses beside the road, standing gracefully, and thought in a daze of what she had experienced in these years.

In her life, she had been married three times and lost two husbands. Everyone said she was a dead star.

Back then, the handsome White Horse General and the elegant Tanhualang lost their lives one by one in the struggle for power.

Fortunately, there is still this person by his side.

The black-faced fool back then didn't dare to say anything when he saw her, and his serious face always made her think that he despised her to death.

If Xiao Xiang hadn't pointed out that His Majesty was the matchmaker, the two of them might have missed it in this life.

After this trip, I don’t know when I will be able to return to Kyoto.

I don't know, what about His Majesty who is still in the palace?

……

At this moment, in the bustling and noisy capital city, in the center of the imperial palace, there is silence and tranquility.

The blush of the sky is mixed with a touch of fish white, and the cornices in the corner of the palace are overlapping, quiet and heavy.

In the floating water corridor in the imperial garden, the pool is full of green lotus, and the pink and white lotus petals sandwich the green and tender lotus leaves.

The sky was already dark yellow, and the man in green was sitting in the pavilion with no hair tied. There were faint fine lines on his forehead, his complexion was fair, and a few strands of fine hair floated on his forehead. His slender fingers were attached to the square piano in the corner pavilion. On the qin on the table, lightly fiddled with the fingers, the sound of the qin was clear and clear, with faint waves, and finally returned to calm.

The other man in the pavilion was dressed in purple, with a round neck and large sleeves, and a leather belt around his waist.

This man can be seen to be no longer young, but his handsome face can be vaguely seen. At this moment, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, and he is looking at the man playing the piano with concern.

Some time ago, he fell ill and lay on the couch in the palace for more than ten days after being exposed to the cold wind, and he recovered a lot until the day before yesterday, but he wanted to come out to play the piano again, so he couldn't stop it, so he had to tell the servant beside him from time to time , after finishing today's official duties, he immediately ran to see him again.

The curtains in the pavilion had already been lowered, and only the faint breathing of the two of them and the soft fluttering sound of the strings could be heard in the narrow pavilion.

When the sound of the piano stopped and the man was about to stand up, he asked unhurriedly, "You had a great time today."

The man in Tsing Yi who stopped only smiled lightly and said, "I'm not enjoying myself."

"You're just worried about your book that was taken away." The man in purple frowned, slightly dissatisfied.

This man is good at books, he loves to read most in his free time, even when he is sick.

He saw that his condition did not improve for a long time, but because of reading, there was a faint blackness in the corners of his eyes, and his spirit was not good.

He naturally refused, so he asked people to take all the books away.

But the man started asking the people around him to read to him. He was so angry that he didn't eat food a while ago, and he didn't fall asleep all night.

"You just like to play tricks." He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around the waist of the man in Tsing Yi, and whispered in his round ear.

"I like to play tricks on me every day." The man in purple leaned on his shoulder and muttered to himself, "I used to look at me as a fool, cheating you and using you, and liking you uncontrollably."

"Now that I'm old, you still want to torture me." The man in purple said in a low voice, leaning against the slightly warm body of the person beside him.

"I think I was born to be a hard worker, worrying about this and that every day."

"I thought you were stupid before, but now I realize that you just don't care. You don't even care about your own body."

The man in Tsing Yi just smiled lightly, his eyes were slightly squinted, and there were faint marks left by the years in the corners of his eyes.

How deep is the Nine Layers Palace, he can only go through it slowly like this.

As for the emperor's foundation, in fact, most of it is the person behind him who works day and night.

"Yan'er." The person behind him called softly.

"Do you know what I thought? When I first met you, I deliberately approached you pretending to be a poor scholar."

"You must have seen through it then." The man in purple kissed the earlobe of the person in front of him, and said softly.

He An thought about it and didn't respond, but he did know back then.

The person behind him was conceited and proud back then. Although he pretended to be a poor scholar and wore the white shirt of an ordinary scholar, he could not find any fault in his behavior, but those white and slender hands that stretched out without any visible wear and tear were actually the same. has been exposed.

A poor scholar, read at night with a lamp, copying books for life.

Even those from poorer families have to do farm work.

Naturally, there must be a lot of calluses on the fingertips.

And although he has cocoons, they are just cocoons that he has ground out from practicing calligraphy.

Back then when he was selling paintings on the side of the street, he traveled with his younger sister who was in this body. The younger sister caught a glimpse of a painting he had on display. Simple.

"In the past, I only thought that you were submissive and unusable. But compared to other princes, you, the eldest son of the emperor, are easy to manipulate and control. Although the emperor doesn't like you, you can't be persuaded by the ministers to insist on you as the prince. "

"At that time, I thought that even if you are useless and have no talent, as long as I make plans for you and handle political affairs, the world will still be stable."

He An heard this person's lies, and only smiled lightly: "Xiao Lingyin, you are so confident, all the country is under your control."

"If it was the first time, I wouldn't have thought about it." The man in purple paused, his eyes darkened.

After a while, he replied in a deep voice, "It's just that this is the second time."

"It must be much simpler than last time."

He An didn't speak anymore, just sighed lightly.

This person has lofty aspirations and deep scheming strategies, beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Above the imperial court and outside the officialdom, his reputation has always been so good.

Every time he took a step, he must have already thought about the next dozen or so steps.

"Are you blaming me?" The purple-clothed man hugged the person in front of him again, and asked suddenly.

The voice was a little more fragile, and He An sighed again in his heart.

He An actually didn't care about this person's deceitful use, because he knew about it, but he still pretended not to know.

"Most people in this world don't know how good you are." Xiao Lingyin whispered with her arms around the person in front of her.

"On top of the history books in the future..." He asked again, "Are you blaming me?"

He An thought of the scene when he first came to this body 25 years ago.

What is there to complain about? I don't want to worry about the government. This person worries about the world.

Over the years, he has devoted himself to planning for himself and governing this country, and he can see everything in his eyes.

As for the speeches in the history books, if he goes there in the future, there is no need to care about it.

"You are good, as long as I know I understand." Xiao Lingyin didn't care about the reply from the person in front of him, and just murmured.