The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

The weather in summer is like a child's face. It is clear that the sky was clear one moment, but it was cloudy and rainy the next moment. Zhu Jue has deliberately avoided Zheng Zhongyang for the past few days. This feeling is very subtle. Although he avoids him, he still I pay attention to him inadvertently, I feel like I don't care, but I actually remember it clearly in my heart.

On rainy days, fewer people came to Dali Temple. Zhu Jue stood under the porch to hide from the rain, listening to the sound of the rain falling. A yamen servant came over and hurried in. After a while, Zheng Zhongyang came out and stood behind him, saying, " The daughter of the Endehou family passed away this morning, you and I are going to offer condolences now."

what?

Zhu Jue's standing posture was extremely stiff, "Who do you say?"

Zheng Zhongyang has investigated him, so he knows a little bit about their relationship, "The eldest lady of Endehou's family..."

Yang Zhen's younger sister?

Sitting in the carriage, Zhu Jue felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, his fingers were entangled unconsciously, Zheng Zhongyang sat upright, his eyes stayed on his hands, but he didn't speak.

It wasn't until they arrived that they felt that it was difficult to walk. Zhu Jue felt that the road under his feet was extremely difficult. The girl he met a few days ago, how come, disappeared?

Endehou's mansion was completely white, and the hall where the coffin was parked kept crying. Yang Zhen thanked the guests outside, his eyes were bleeding, and he looked extremely depressed.

Zhu Jue approached, didn't know what to say, just looked at him expectantly, the man also felt sad, and suddenly relaxed a lot when he saw him, "You're here."

With a dry and hoarse voice, Yang Zhen continued, "You go, I'm fine."

"Ah."

Zhu Jue's eyes were also red, especially when he saw him like this, his heart felt even more uncomfortable.

After entering the mourning hall, before prostrating, a woman rushed out from the side, grabbed his collar and slapped him, and the crowd was especially loud, "You dare to come, my daughter was killed by you, you Get out, get out, woo woo..."

Zheng Zhongyang supported him and protected him behind his back, "Madam is sad, and the body is the most important thing. Besides, the girl must also hope that the uncle will come to offer incense, let her see..."

Mrs. Enderhout remembered how the girl had looked forward to seeing her sweetheart when she was alive, and she was deeply saddened, and knelt down in pain.

In such an environment, Zheng Zhongyang embraced the person and approached him, then knelt down and kowtowed. The moment he bowed his head, Zhu Jue's tears welled up and fell, and the ground was wet after a while.

They didn't stay for a long time. Zhu Jue basically relied on Zheng Zhongyang to get out of Endehou's Mansion. When he returned to Dali Temple, both of them had no business intentions, so they simply sat together and chatted. What Zhu Jue was talking about was about Yang Yuzhi. Knowing each other, how to talk, how to refuse, and Zheng Zhongyang basically listened, only approached him occasionally, and covered his face with a hot towel.

Zhu Jue was probably tired from talking, he leaned back and closed his eyes, a tear just flowed out from the corner of his eyes, the man stayed by his side until late at night.

I haven't dreamed for a long time. In my dream, flowers were flying all over the sky. A woman came over and called him brother Jinyu, and when Zhu Jue wanted to catch him, she disappeared out of thin air. I woke up suddenly. accept.

"Sister Yang's life is fine, isn't she?"

Seeing that he looked sick, Zheng Zhongyang stretched out the back of his hand to touch his forehead, but it was okay, not hot, and replied softly, "No, she is dead, and you went to pay condolences during the day."

Suddenly, Zhu Jue's heart began to ache. He bent down on the bed, breathing heavily, and it took him a long time to get up and say, "I'm going, take a look."

Endehou Mansion is still brightly lit, Yang Zhen is sitting on the ground and talking to the coffin, "You have been smart since you were a child, but your body is not good. In your next life, you must find a good body..."

Hearing footsteps, he looked up at the people outside the hall, "Why are you here?"

He wanted to stand up, but saw Zhu Jue stepping in quickly, kneeling beside him, and the moment he opened his mouth, tears welled up, "I'm sorry..."

Yang Zhen grabbed his back and comforted him, "I'm sorry for what you said, this is my sister's life."

Zhu Jue still buried his head, Yang Zhen pulled him closer, and gently wiped away his tears with his fingers, "Don't cry, my heart hurts."

The warm colors in the hall gradually dispelled the coldness, Xiao Shi outside the hall pushed Fu Renzhang to stop, and listened to the master's orders.

Fu Renzhang clenched the handrails with both hands, as if he wanted to embed them all in his palms. His eyes were dark and dull, and the jealous devil in his heart had already escaped. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go, let Endehou come over."

When Zhu Jue returned to the mansion at dawn, he might be too preoccupied. He woke up after a short sleep. Thinking about being on duty, he changed his clothes and went to Dali Temple. It was still raining lightly on this day, and it was so cold that it chilled people's hearts. Zheng Zhongyang was far away, he didn't know what to comfort, so he turned around and left after thinking about it.

So at night Zhu Jue developed a high fever, and the hazy dream was full of women in sackcloth grabbing him and beating him in the mourning hall. He saw Fu Renzhang sitting next to him at a glance. He thought it was from his previous life, and suddenly lay between his legs, choked up and explained, "I, I didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't know how fragile she was, I, I didn't want to , I didn't expect her to die..."

Fu Renzhang touched the top of his head, and gently smoothed his long hair a little bit. Seeing his self-reproach, he felt distressed and happy. Kill everyone in this world, only you and me , we live together every day, and every night is beautiful, and no one can get in between us.

"Little boy, why is it your fault, don't feel guilty, all the filth is directed at me, I will protect you, don't be afraid..."

Zhu Jue raised his head when he heard the words, his eyes were moist and loving, and his lips unconsciously said, "You replace me?"

Fu Renzhang couldn't hold it back, and stretched out his hand to press the back of his head and kissed him deeply, eating a tear from his lips and tongue, which was extremely bitter.

"Yes, I will bear all the condemnation and suffering for you, as long as you are heartless."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, pressed him and fell on the bed. The softness of the quilt was not as soft as that of the man's body. Zhu Jue was flustered from the heat of his illness, and it happened that Fu Renzhang's body was cool, so he naturally reached out and stroked him. In the boundless darkness, he loosened his lips, and pulled his fingers along the loose skirt of his clothes, revealing his fair chest and slender waist. Going in through this opening, he naturally grabbed the red fruits on both sides, tugged and tugged, and raised his head to meet the man's lips falling again.

It rained patteringly all night until dawn and did not seem to rest. Raindrops were dripping from the eaves. Zhu Jue in the back room was too sick to get up.

Chai Bo was busy inviting a doctor, making soup and medicine, sending Changqing to Dali Temple to ask for leave, and sending someone to inform the son of Marquis Ende, Yang Zhen, so that he could serve his little master with peace of mind.

As soon as he entered the room, it was full of the smell of medicine. Zhu Jue opened his eyes with dry mouth, and couldn't even lift his fingers. For a while, he didn't know when it was, and it took him a long time to wait for Chai Bo, "Hey, my lord, you're awake!" , quick, drink water..."

His throat hurt when he drank water, and when Uncle Chai saw the blood in his eyes, his heart ached, "Why did you ruin your body? Could it be because of the fire on the son of the Endehou Mansion?"

His master is the most kind-hearted person, a person who would not even be willing to trample an ant to death on weekdays, it should be right to hear such sad news suddenly.

Zhu Jue couldn't speak, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep. The dream was mixed with the present and the past, and he couldn't wake up after saying anything.

In Endehou Mansion, under the corridor with the sound of rain, a man dressed in sackcloth knelt with his back straight. Zhu Jue's serious illness kept appearing in his mind, and he gritted his teeth and continued to kneel.

A woman who came out of the room glanced at him, lowered the curtain and went in to persuade him, "Madam, after all, the Eldest Young Master is an official lord, kneeling outside like this, and let the guests come and watch..."

A woman on the couch rubbed her forehead, her eyes were full of concern, "Let him kneel and die outside, his sister died without knowing why, yet he still wants to visit him?"

The mother-in-law knew it too, but at the moment she had no way to reason. When the eldest son heard the report from Uncle Yu'en's residence, his wife happened to listen to him seriously, which led to such a ridiculous thing.

Turning around and going out holding an umbrella, I wanted to persuade the eldest son, "Young master, Madam is furious, you go in and say a few soft words and it's over. Isn't Madam in a hurry?"

Yang Zhen didn't raise his head, still in the same posture as before, and lowered his voice steadily, "Mother Zhang, I want to visit him, and I'll be back later, you can help persuade mother."

What a stubborn guy.

Turning her head and entering the room, the woman was leaning on the back of the couch with a worn-out purse in her hand, she was crying and muttering, "I know, I shouldn't blame him, but my daughter has finally moved her heart, and she takes medicine on time every day." , I also eat a lot of food, if it is better to take care of me in the future, at least I won’t let a white-haired person send a black-haired person..."

After saying that, weep.

A few days later, Zhu Jue slowly regained his energy and was able to stay in bed for dinner. After eating a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks and let Chai Bo come in, "After the eldest prince returned to Beijing, people spread rumors, saying that Concubine Kang intended to Support the fourth prince to ascend the throne."

The eldest prince did return to Beijing on the second day, entered the city gate in a low-key manner, and knelt directly at the gate of Concubine Zhong's hall.

This kneeling lasted for a day and a night. Concubine Kang took the fourth prince to the imperial court to plead for mercy, and then to the imperial concubine's hall to plead for mercy, the Holy Majesty then spoke to forgive him.

After the eldest prince Fu Ziyan returned to the mansion, he was quiet for a few days, and then summoned counselors to enter the mansion, "His Royal Highness, we just need to forbear and close the guests, let Concubine Kang sit in the harem, and wait for the future to accumulate wealth."

Fu Ziyan took himself too seriously before, and he didn't take Concubine Zhong Guifei too seriously, so it led to the bitter fruit of today. Indeed, he only needs to endure for a few years now, so that people forget what happened before. The odds are in hand.

The other counselor didn't think so, stood up and said, "Your Highness, don't forget that Concubine Kang is your aunt after all, and Her Royal Highness is her biological son. Although Concubine Kang has repeatedly pleaded for mercy this time, His Royal Highness If you are in charge of the Imperial Forest Army, then you have the military power in your hands, if one day..."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and it took a while to realize that they had always regarded Concubine Kang as His Royal Highness's camp. If you think about it this way, it is indeed a bit unpredictable.

Fu Ziyan stood up suddenly, stood in front of the window and paused for a while, as if he was exhausted, waved them all back, he needed to be quiet.

The moon hangs high, and Fu Ziyan is standing in front of the table practicing calligraphy. As the eldest son, countless people follow him. He has been treated like a star since he was a child, but he didn't expect that once he was sent to guard the spirit, no one would pay any attention to him. , What irony, just thinking about it, the door creaked open, and slowly came in the shadow of a man in a white plain satin robe. Seeing him, Fu Ziyan felt his heart warm, and when he saw his robe clearly, he frowned and scolded, " Why are you still wearing this kind of worn-out robe, didn't someone make a new one for you?"

The visitor was not afraid when he heard the words, instead he showed a smile, walked over a few steps and held his hand, "Your Highness, don't you like this body very much?"

Fu Ziyan put his arms around him, "Nanlou, you are the only one who will accompany me this way. Since I return to Beijing again, I will never let you suffer any more in the future. Trust me, okay?"

It was Nanlou who was leaning on the man's arms, and her charming eyes were full of admiration, "Your Highness, I believe in you."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes, and there was some sadness in it. In fact, he prefers the peaceful life of guarding the imperial mausoleum. Simply, it's just the two of them. Once they return to the capital, the past things will come back the same way.

Not thinking so much at the moment, Fu Ziyan got someone to sit on the sandalwood table, and coaxed him in a low voice, "I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it, so I haven't wanted you. Today, can you let me in for a while? Thinking hard..."

Nanlou felt the big hands around his waist tightening more and more. He knew that men didn't like to be tweaked, so he bit his lips and responded, "I'm here, right?"

Fu Ziyan smiled happily, touched his forehead, and said with his lips next to his, "If it hurts, call me. I haven't done it for a long time. I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength."

Just saying that, Nan Lou blushed and was steaming hot, nodded, and stretched out his hand to unbutton the skirt of his shirt.

Through the window sills, the sound of the joyous water flowing inside could be heard, and the fragrance of the lake became more and more beautiful.

The author has something to say: Fu Renzhang: When will I be able to talk like my elder brother?

Zhu Jue: Well, then I, I like you to love me to death, come on...

Ps: I want to put a whole candy in my heart and soul, but the plot has not yet reached the time of sailing, so...