The result of your highness's love affair

Perhaps it was due to the colder weather or a weak constitution. Cen An's fever this time was fierce, and his illness repeated for a long time.When he lingered on the sick bed, he was mostly drowsy and leaned against the pillow sickly.Zhou Yucheng's arrangements for the affairs of the court and China were well arranged, and many of them came to make decisions, so Cen An called the eunuchs to read some legendary story books, just to relieve their boredom.

He didn't recover from his fever, so Zhou Yucheng didn't do that kind of thing with him again, but there were still occasional kisses, maybe it was because he always recalled the old things in his dreams, and went through it again after seeing the things clearly laid out in front of him. , the sorrow and joy in it have become dull.After Cen An woke up, this feeling still remained, causing him to always feel that he was divorced from reality. Zhou Yucheng leaned over to kiss him, but he didn't resist.

On the rare occasions when he was sober, Cen An would wear a fur coat and sit in front of the case to read the memorials that had been processed. Zhou Yucheng's comments were often concise and clear, but his words were sharp to the point.Cen An had never read the memorials handled by the other party calmly before, but this time he calmed down and looked at them, but he did not expect to benefit a lot.

Zhou Yucheng was noncommittal about his transformation, but Cen An later found out that on the memorial he handed over, the annotations became longer and longer, and even the incomprehensible parts would be explained in detail.

Time passed slowly, the stove was lit in the house, and the first snow fell lightly one morning. Cen An saw through the window that a thin layer of snowflakes had accumulated on the branches of trees, so he wanted to go out to enjoy the snow.It was cold outside, but he was in high spirits, and insisted on going out, but the eunuchs couldn't persuade him, so they sent someone to invite Zhou Yucheng over.

When Zhou Yucheng came, Cen An was standing under the tallest tree, with his head raised and his arms extended to poke the snow-covered branches.He was wearing thick clothes, but the tip of his nose was still a little red. He sucked his nose unconsciously, but his hands were not idle, and the snow that he poked fell down like shaking petals, hitting himself all over.

A group of eunuchs surrounded by him watched helplessly, Zhou Yucheng signaled them to be silent, told them to go down, and stood up by himself.Cen An was so excited to play with his hat on, he didn't realize these movements, but when he got cold and asked for a hand stove, he suddenly realized that Zhou Yucheng was the only one standing behind him.

Zhou Yucheng handed over the stove, brushed the snow off the brim of Cen An's hat, and said, "If it's cold, go back."

Cen An shook his head: "It's just cold hands, it's not very cold standing in the yard."

Zhou Yucheng smiled helplessly, and said: "Your Majesty has just recovered from a serious illness, so it's better not to play around. When the plum blossoms in the palace bloom, the snow scene will be more beautiful."

Cen An pursed his lips: "I don't want to see any snow scenes." He was a young man who was playful, and after spending another month in the house, he changed his mind and said, "It's fine for me to go back, you can let the eunuchs Come out and make snow lions, I will watch from under the eaves."

Cen An originally thought that Zhou Yucheng would not agree to such an inconspicuous matter, but he did not expect that the other party not only agreed, but also sat quietly beside him, as if he wanted to watch snow lions with him.

A group of people piled up snow in the courtyard with bitter faces, and Cen An under the eaves glanced at Zhou Yucheng a few times, but didn't know what to say, so he had to drink tea in embarrassment.

After a while, Cen An asked a question, "Is there nothing else to do today, King Jing?" The year was approaching, and the affairs of the court were already busy. He didn't care about things this month, and Zhou Yucheng only had a lot of things. With this idle look, sitting here drinking tea.

Zhou Yucheng put down the teacup: "There is something that needs to be decided by Your Majesty." He handed over a memorial: "The case of Chen Ke must be remembered by His Majesty. Chen Ke should be sentenced to death for murder, but the case is special. Mr. Li from the Ministry of Criminal Affairs announced that the execution will be carried out tomorrow. However, I dare not make a decision privately, and I still want to come here to invite Your Majesty."

Cen An flipped through it and understood.Chen Ke had a gold medal for exempting from death from the late emperor, but the person he killed was the only son of the late emperor's elder brother, Changping Hou. This gold medal counts, but to be judged as the death penalty, you must go through "three appeals".That is to say, for high-level officials or major cases within the royal family, the law does not easily impose the death penalty. If the death penalty must be imposed, it must be reviewed by the Minister of Dali Temple after the case is judged, and then reported to the emperor for ruling. The emperor approved the three procedures.The Da Zhou ruled the country and advocated Confucianism, and has always used it cautiously in terms of punishment. Since the establishment of the "Three Response Requests", it has been used by later generations without any violation.Even though Zhou Yucheng has the right to handle most matters on his behalf, this kind of matter really needs to be decided by Cen An.

Cen An said: "Then carry out the punishment tomorrow according to what the Ministry of Punishment said." He read through one line carefully, and then pointed it to Zhou Yucheng: "Chen Ke has a special status, so don't behead him, at least keep his body intact. Gong, I even cried a lot when I told me about it, if he wants to watch the execution, let him watch it."

Zhou Yucheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Chang Ping Hou handed over a few papers before saying that he wanted to see the execution, but I thought it was too bloody, so I rejected them all. I never thought that I would ask His Majesty later."

"If he beheaded, he wouldn't be afraid of blood, but I would be." Cen An twitched a fruit and chewed it, smiling a little.Marquis Changping only found him once, and he cried so much that he was afraid. Zhou Yucheng was able to dismiss those papers, and the feeling in it must have been uncomfortable.

Afterwards, it was winter solstice ancestor worship, courtiers' bathing, year-end celebrations and other matters. Zhou Yucheng asked him for his opinion on various matters. Cen An sometimes understood, but most of the time he was at a loss. , he listened quietly with his arms around the stove, as if he was a student who listened carefully.

"Your Majesty has been ill, and his temper has subsided, but he has grown up." Before leaving, Zhou Yucheng squinted his eyes and praised.Cen An was taken aback, shy and irritable, and shouted without thinking, "If you're just like this, how can I be childish?"

After shouting, Cen An realized that the corners of his eyes were moist, but Zhou Yucheng was already standing in the courtyard, a little far away, and the sky was dark, so he didn't seem to notice.The other party just smiled and saluted, and left as if he had heard nothing.

Cen An felt ashamed, and felt aggrieved for some reason. He hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, ran to the yard again, and pushed down the icy-muscled snow lion that had been piled up with great difficulty.The half-person tall snow lion fell down, and the splashed snow hit Cen An's boots. He thought it was Zhou Yucheng in his heart, and kicked him hard before walking away.

The snow kept coming, but Cen An's illness gradually improved, and he also tried his best to handle the affairs of the court and China by himself.

At this time, the end of the year was gradually approaching, and as the emperor, Cen An led all his ministers to the Taiji Temple to worship the ancestors, knelt down, and a dark crowd behind him also fell to the ground.

He glanced over, only Zhou Yucheng stood on the spot with his back straight.

It's a strange sight, but now I accept it calmly.

During the Chinese New Year, there was going to be a banquet in the palace, half of the banquet was over, Zhou Yucheng excused his dismissal, he never liked drinking, Cen An knew it and agreed.After the people left, when the six ministers gathered around to toast, he realized that he regretted it later.

Zhou Yucheng was very powerful and quiet. When he was present, none of the ministers dared to make mistakes, but Cen An was young, and when everyone was drinking, he couldn't control the scene. Instead, he was hidden by those people. The old, treacherous and cunning guys in the officialdom got their feet wrong and were persuaded to drink several glasses of wine.

His head was dull from drinking, but luckily his footsteps were still steady, so he waved at the eunuchs and went outside to sober himself up.

Those servants wanted to follow, but Cen An's expression darkened and he angrily reprimanded them.

He was wandering around alone, originally he was still outside the court, listening to the singing and dancing inside, beating the beat, the next moment he woke up, he arrived at a strange corner of the hall, the surrounding was dark, only bare branches could be seen.

Cen An had already lost his way, and he only vaguely felt that this was probably a remote annex in the palace, where few people usually visit, but he somehow wandered so far.

He followed the corner of the wall, looking for the nearest door, turned to the right when he encountered a turn in the corridor, and turned left and right on this side, and when he walked into a room, he heard a small whisper.

It sounded like someone was talking, and Cen An was about to call out when he realized that one of the voices was somewhat familiar.

It was like boiling water with the lid still unopened, and the chaotic steaming steam was hidden inside, Cen An's heart was only pounding, accumulating energy for something unknown.

Slow down, the closer you go, the more clearly you can hear.

The unknown thing in the chest seemed to be awakening, and it was hot with blood, and even the hot body trembled unconsciously.

The voice was already very clear, but what came to my ears seemed to be torn sentences, intermittent and noisy, only "Chen Ke", "death row", "replacement", "scrutinize" and "conceal", What "Your Majesty" and "as usual", gradually became unrecognizable, and turned into a hoarse and hoarse cry, which could only be suppressed fiercely through the darkness.

It was the cry of a crow, Cen An shivered and felt getting colder and colder, as if seeing the moonlight shining over, those terrifying birds following the moonlight also came closer, their sharp beaks getting closer and closer.

There seemed to be a splash outside the house.

Interrupted by the voice, Zhou Yucheng looked in the direction, and in the groggy night, what he could barely make out was a piece of bright yellow clothes floating on the threshold.

"Your Highness?"

His expression was not right, the other person who was speaking knew something was wrong, and looked over with his gaze, even if his old eyes were dim, once the yellow color came into view, his face would be pale.

Respecting the king is powerful, but His Majesty is young, so it is even more important to calm down.

Your majesty can understand Chen Ke's matter, but the law of the country cannot be violated, and the minister cannot agree to what your majesty said!

Your Majesty insists on this, and the old minister can't dissuade him. If your Majesty has any difficulties, the minister will do his best.

At that time, the note was sincere.

I just found out today that the plank road is being built in the open, but Chen Cang is being kept in the dark.

When Cen An saw the word Chen Ke for the first time in the memorial, he was shocked. He had never seen this person before, but he remembered that his mother was also surnamed Chen.

The woman who gave birth to him but was forgotten by everyone was barely considered Chen Ke's older sister.Although she was a cowardly and incompetent concubine who only looked at other people's eyes since she was a child, she has a deep friendship with this younger brother who was born in the first place.

"Ah Ke is very obedient. Although the aunt said he didn't have to call me Ajie, but he said that there is a difference between the aunt and the concubine, but the elder and younger are orderly, so he insisted on calling me that."

"An'an, listen up. I will see my uncle when I have a chance in the future. Do you want to kowtow obediently and call him uncle?"

"An An is really smart, the smartest kid I've ever seen."

How about compared to uncle?

"Well, that's much smarter than your uncle. Ah Ke, he can't read well, and his father always reprimands him for being worthless. Whenever he is sad, he will ask me to make red bean cakes for him."

What did I think at that time?

I want to say, mother, I also want to eat red bean cake.

Me, I want to eat too.

But there are no red beans.

Only the obedient and silent self who wrote down everything the woman said.

Cen An has lived in the inner court for a long time, and his foundation is also shallow. He doesn't have many cronies who can really use him, but he is determined to save Chen Ke no matter what.

Changing prisoners was a difficult matter, Cen An thought for a long time and secretly found out about Fu Jiahe. He not only trusted this veteran official of the three dynasties, but also had the intention of praying.

The Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment used to be a member of the Fu family, and the minister of the Dali Temple was also related by marriage. Although King Jing seemed to be in control of the government, his roots were intertwined secretly, and the power that Fu Jiahe could control was not small.

In Cen An's heart, he had something to rely on, and the strength to support him in showing weakness and forbearance came from Fu Jiahe's support.

However, within one night, everything collapsed.

After Cen An woke up for a while, someone knocked on the curtain and shouted, "Your Majesty is here."He pushed away the ginseng soup in front of him, forced himself to sit up straight, and raised his face to look over.

Zhou Yucheng came in with a chill in his body, and it seemed that it was snowing outside again, so his body was covered with large flakes of snow, and white flakes piled up on his shoulders.

Before he could speak, the man had a cold face and asked questions one after another.

"Reckless and impulsive, emotional, short-sighted, and unforgiving!"

"Your Majesty, do you really think that you can sit well in this world?"

Cen An didn't return, but sat up from the bed.His steps were vain, and while he stumbled over, he shouted hysterically: "What does this have to do with you!"

Yes ah, what to do with you!

When I was struggling alone in Shu Qing Palace, what did I have to do with you?

Why do you push me to the throne of Lao Shizi?

Now that I have ascended the throne and become the emperor, whether I am dissolute or incompetent, what does it have to do with you?

Why do you humiliate me while teaching me?

You are in charge of the Ming and Ming dynasties, and even Fu Jiahe secretly obeys you. Whether you seize power or abolish the emperor, what does it matter to me?

At worst, a cup of poisoned wine, a white silk dress, killed in the dim palace, buried silently, is better than killing people with such soft knives, better than me being in fear every day, and pretending to cater to me every day!

"You are so powerful, what you want, take it yourself!"

Cen An was limp on the ground, with only red eyes, watching Zhou Yucheng from bottom to top.

He was soft, as if praying, and said softly: "If you want to, kill me now."

The author has something to say:

Happy New Years Eve to everyone in advance this time!

slip away~~~