Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

Zhou Yingdi was not young, and although the love with Xia Baimei was short-lived and hasty, he still couldn't keep up with his physical strength later on, when he got out panting and lay down again, his expression was faintly gloomy.

Although Xia Baimei's legs trembled from being pushed, she didn't care about the mess between her legs. Instead, she hurriedly put on a thin shirt, raised her spirits and knelt beside Emperor Zhou Ying, took a jade white silk scarf, Carefully wiped the sweat from Zhou Yingdi's forehead and cheeks, then bent down, and cleaned up the slumped things on Zhou Yingdi's crotch.

Zhou Yingdi's long and narrow eyes were always staring at Xia Baimei deeply. He didn't respond to Xia Baimei's words, but suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed Xia Baimei's chin: "Mei'er, look... I am old?"

Xu Shi's frustration in the bed matter made him feel unhappy. When Zhou Yingdi asked, his face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes showed a perverse look.

"The emperor is the son of heaven." Xia Baimei looked at Emperor Zhou Ying with a calm expression: "The emperor... will not grow old. Your majesty, Meier, go out and call someone to bring in a basin of hot water and wipe your body again." .”

Zhou Yingdi let go of his hand noncommittally, and then slowly inserted his five fingers into Xia Baimei's waterfall-like black hair. He just watched the slender strands of hair flow out from between his fingers like water. .

"Don't bother, just stay here with me."

Zhou Yingdi sighed, and suddenly hugged Xia Baimei's body tightly into his arms: "Mei'er..."

Xia Baimei's body froze, he hesitated and didn't dare to hug Zhou Yingdi back, his hands just hanging powerlessly by his sides.

"Mei'er, look...now, even you can lie to me. In fact, I know in my heart that I am old. When I was messing around with you on the couch in the East Palace at night more than ten years ago, I only hoped for it in my heart." The sky should never light up, do you remember that time?"

"Mei'er... I remember."

"I was born as a person who can't taste the taste of love. When I was the prince, I hated myself for it. At that time, I was afraid that I would not have children, and the country would be in trouble in the future. How could I sit firmly on the prince's position. But with you Only after that cloud and rain did I realize... In life, some things are done for no reason, just to be happy, just to be happy. In my whole life, there is only one you, do you believe it, Meier?"

"Your Majesty, I..." Xia Baimei's voice trembled, he looked at Emperor Zhou Ying, and the man who was holding him raised his head slightly, but he didn't have half the nobility and reservedness of being an emperor, with eyes like a deep pool Suddenly, an extremely rare trace of sadness appeared, and he tightly clutched the skirt of his clothes with his hands, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

"Mei'er, you won't leave me... right?"

Emperor Zhou Ying was indeed old.

Because of too much thinking, the hair on the sideburns turned gray early. When Xia Baimei was hugged tightly like this, the fear of loneliness crawled to the corners of his eyes like a spider web and turned into fine hair. wrinkle.

"I will not leave you," Xia Baimei lowered his head and kissed Zhou Yingdi's cheek. When a person starts to fear growing old, he is as fragile as a child, even the emperor of Zhou. Gently stroking the lines on the corners of Zhou Yingdi's eyes: "I will always be with you, Brother Ning. It's getting cold, Brother Ning, Meier will warm your feet like before, okay?"

"I'm not cold." Zhou Yingdi muttered in a low voice, he wanted to grab the corner of Xia Baimei's clothes unwillingly, but it slipped from his fingers because the light shirt was too thin.

Xia Baimei silently knelt at the end of the dragon bed, held Zhou Yingdi's cold feet from the bright yellow brocade quilt, and placed them gently on his warm chest.

"Your Majesty, go to sleep." Xia Baimei raised her head and said softly, "I have to go to court tomorrow."

……

Emperor Zhou Ying fell asleep, and his sleep was restless.

Before falling asleep, he chattered like an old man like never before, from the funny stories of the two of them when they were young, to the ups and downs before and after they took the throne.

"Do you still go to those South Pavilions often? I heard that you like the narrative in Xiaoxiang Pavilion. I once asked someone for a portrait of that young lady, but I didn't think it was very attractive. That's right. In terms of appearance, Da Zhou How can there be a man more beautiful than you in the world. Because...you are my sister, the one I like."

"Mei'er, in fact, you are always soft-hearted, even those young men are thinking of you, you are a caring person... When the matter of King Pingnan is over, don't stay in Wuyi Lane anymore , It's dirty there, you should... come back to me, we're still the same as before."

Xia Baimei listened quietly and did not answer.

He hugged Zhou Yingdi's feet to warm his chest, like hugging a newborn child, feeling the temperature there become warm.

Zhou Yingdi's breath gradually became steady and long, apparently he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Xia Baimei gently put his feet back into the warm blanket, then stood up, quietly looking at the emperor on the dragon bed.

With a sound of "pop", the last candle in the sleeping hall was also extinguished, and Xia Baimei brought in all her clothes from the outer hall.

In the darkness, he knelt in front of the dragon bed, first folded the black robes in Wuyi Lane, placed them on the white jade steps under the dragon bed, and kowtowed silently to Emperor Zhou Ying.

"Your Majesty, thank you, Meier, thank you for helping me avenge my father's death."

He immediately picked up the black-painted official hat, placed it neatly on the robe, and bent down to kowtow again.

"Thank you for your support and love for more than ten years. Mei'er is a mere eunuch, but he has received your supreme honor and favor. He was ranked as the commander of Wuyi Lane, and he has gained great power step by step."

When Xia Baimei raised his head again, his straight phoenix eyes were already filled with the color of damp water, but his expression was unusually calm.

In the end, he gently lifted the heavy Huangji Sword with both hands——

Huangji, the imperial power chartered, the emperor came in person.

When he carried this sword on his back countless times to and fro between the mountains and rivers of the Great Zhou, he didn't feel how noble it was, he just felt safe, as if Emperor Zhou Ying was holding his hand and calling him "Mei Er".

"Mei'er also thank you for giving me the love and joy when I was young."

Xia Bai smiled, and he fell down deeply again, placed the imperial sword on his robe, and then knocked his forehead on the cold steps——

"My sister will never forget everything in this life. Brother Ning...see you in the next life."

……

The night she left Chang'an, Xia Baimei actually didn't feel sad.

Compared with the other commanding envoys in Wuyi Lane, he often accompanied Emperor Zhou Ying on weekdays, so his house in the city was simply shabby. After sorting it out, he only brought some clothes and bank notes , and a small packet of gold leaf, also put it on.

After more than ten years in Chang'an, when he thought about it carefully, it was really like a fantasy dream, and in the end there was nothing left.

Before leaving, Xia Baimei went to Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

In the past few years, he often wandered among the South Halls of the Eight Great Schools, but recently he may have gotten older, so he was not so interested, and gradually he only stayed in the Xiaoxiang Hall.

Although it was late at night, the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was still brightly lit and full of music and music.

Xia Baimei stood outside the Tinglan Pavilion where she was expressing love, the door was slightly open, and she could vaguely see the scene inside.

Across a screen, the outside is cold and windy, but the inside is full of spring.

Xuqing was leaning against the arms of a benefactor in a brocade robe, whispering something softly.

His black hair was tied up with jade hairpins, and according to the fashionable style in the fireworks alley in the capital, he dotted plum-shaped red flowers on his forehead, and the tips of his two slender and high eyebrows were covered with a thin layer of gold powder.

It might be too dazzling for other people to make up like this, but Xu Qingsheng has a pretty face, his skin is as white as porcelain, and when he toasts his benefactor with his brows and eyes, he is even more charming and radiant.

Narration has always been extremely provocative, Xia Baimei knows it.

Zhou Yingdi said, you are a loving person.

That's a good point.

Xia Baimei had never taken off her clothes in front of Xu Qing, but she had really seen the young man's face flushed when he couldn't control himself under him.

The superior kung fu of Da Nei's double shape of tiger and crane is also like a fish in water when used between clouds and rain.

Narration was fun in his hands, and later on, he would often stick to him softly, and he would caress him nonchalantly, drinking and pecking, enjoying himself.

He is a eunuch.

But between the beds in the Firework Lane, he is more romantic and affectionate than any princely child in Da Zhou.

That is really the first-class pleasure in the world.

Xia Baimei stood outside the door and watched quietly for a long time, but he never went in. He thought that if he knew that he would never come back to Chang'an again, he might shed a few tears. That boy loves to cry very much. He has always been loved by him more than others.

He loves to talk about love, just like fiddle with and caress the feathers of a bird, just to get some comfort from being tired of being tired of the petite warm body.

All of a sudden, it seemed that he had a semblance of arrogance out of thin air, thinking that he was like any other ordinary man.

Emperor Zhou Ying almost never blamed him for hanging around in Bada Nanguan, precisely because he knew him too well, and knew that he had no reluctance in his heart, let alone love.

After all, they are people all the way to the same goal by different routes, with cold-hearted temperaments and complete bodies.

In this Great Zhou world, they are the only ones who depend on each other.

Without Zhou Yingdi, he has no one else in his heart.

Shaking his head, Xia Baimei leaped into the inner room, leaving a bundle of gold leaves under the bed of Xieqing, other than that, he didn't say a word.

He walked swiftly, and no one was alarmed.

Before dawn, he rode Juechen out of the gate of the number one city in the world.

The long wind was blowing, but it did not take away a piece of snow in Chang'an.

……

The snow has just stopped, and the huge Chang'an City is covered with a vast expanse of snow, showing a peaceful atmosphere.

The next day in Japan was the day of the court, but it was strange that Emperor Zhou Ying fell ill.

In terms of diligence, this emperor can be said to be the best in all dynasties. He has been on the throne for more than two years, and he has never missed even one day of the early court, let alone not coming to the court due to illness. This can be said to be the first time in history.

Emperor Zhou Ying was indeed ill.

Even though he was covered with two layers of quilts, he still felt cold. With the stove in his arms, he looked expressionlessly at the black robes and imperial swords neatly arranged on the white jade steps.

After a long time, he finally said slowly: "Has he left the city?"

"Master Xia is riding the blood dragon horse from the Western Regions bestowed by the emperor himself, and it must be nearly a hundred miles away from Chang'an at this time." A low and thin voice sounded from the side.

If this person hadn't opened his mouth, it would be difficult to spot him with the naked eye even if he was standing in the hall. He was as thin and tall as a pine tree, and standing in the shadow of the curtain beside the dragon bed, he was dressed in black, like a narrow and flat shadow. The breath can be restrained to such a state, it is obvious that the martial arts has entered the realm, and it is no different from a half-step god.

There have always been legends of ascending dragon guards in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but almost no one has seen the silent shadows around these emperors, even Xia Baimei has not known the existence of this person all these years.

His long face was pale, and his hands like dead wood were folded in the robe, like a ghost suddenly appearing in the daytime, which made people frightened.

He paused, and said softly: "Your Majesty, Lord Xia seems to have made up his mind, but he knows too many things in the palace, so it might be inappropriate to let him go like this. It's not too late to make a decision now, The blood dragon mare has a strange fragrance when it sweats, as long as a steed stallion can chase after it. It is only a hundred miles away, and within three days, the humble official can capture him back, only to see that the emperor wants to live ,still……"

"Useless things." Zhou Yingdi suddenly said sharply, and he threw the stove in his hand to the ground with a "bang": "He doesn't understand my painstaking efforts——"

"Kill him for me."

The emperor was furious, like a thunderbolt in the sky.

The tall, thin man in black knelt on the ground silently, and said in a soft voice, "Leader."

……

Zhou Yingdi's illness lingered on him for several days. Not only did he never come to the court, but many government affairs papers were shelved, and he never processed the reply, let alone allowing anyone to visit the palace.

This abnormal situation made the officials of the imperial court panic, and because of the turmoil of King Pingnan's imprisonment, and the fact that Jun Chen had suddenly entered Beijing as a champion marquis, some disturbing discussions spread all of a sudden. out.

During this period, Tan Menglin came to Prince Ning's mansion twice and wanted to visit Guan Junchen, but Guan Junchen declined both times by saying he was sick.

Guan Junchen knew that although Emperor Zhou Ying hadn't made a decree to make him the Taibao, no matter what, his life was exhausted after all, and whether he would live or die after that all depended on Emperor Zhou Ying's momentary mood.

He thought about it again and again, although he thanked the guests behind closed doors, he finally sent Wang Jinzhi to pass a note to Tan Menglin in private, with only four words written on it: self-protection is the top priority.

He hoped that Tan Menglin could understand what he meant, the matter had come to this point, he could no longer protect anyone.

Yan Chunxi couldn't sleep well at night, and he had a high fever for several days. He was so tormented that he looked haggard and lost a lot of weight.

He often woke up suddenly at night, and then crawled to Guan Junchen's side, pressing his sweaty face against Guan Junchen's shoulder, only in this way could he fall back asleep with peace of mind.

It was not until the seventh or eighth day that Yan Chunxi was finally able to sit up and move his body a little bit.

He always liked to be clean, lying on the bed for seven or eight days, finally able to move this time, he grabbed Guan Junchen's sleeve and clamored to wipe his body.

Guan Junchen naturally obeyed him, first he heated up a large basin of water, and then asked his servants to bring several well-burning stoves into the house.

The original intention was to prevent Yan Chunxi from catching a cold, but he didn't expect the young man to sit up and see these stoves, his face would turn pale with fright, and he flinched into the bed, his mouth trembling, regardless of the pain of his wound. Thinking: "No, don't...don't want a stove."

When Guan Junchen turned his head, he saw a few drops of sparks splashing from the brazier that was burning hotly, and he immediately came to his senses.

He hurriedly leaned down, opened the curtains on both sides of the bed, hugged Yan Chunxi's body, patted the boy's back lightly with his hands, and murmured: "Xi'er, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid... "

Yan Chunxi's body was seriously injured, and at first he had to scrape off the rotten flesh before changing the dressing.

Changing dressings over and over again can be called torture, the more you get to the back, the more terrifying, sometimes the new flesh in the wound grows entangled with the dead flesh, every time you have to goug it with a knife to get blood dripping, even Guan Junchen can't bear it look more.

Yan Chunxi has been enduring bitterly, never making a fuss, and never crying to him.This young man's temperament is really soft yet strong. At first glance, he looks sweet and gentle, but in fact, there is a toughness and tenacity in his bones that ordinary people can't match.

Only at this moment, when he first saw the Mars that had made him miserable, could he finally be unable to hide the fear and fear in his heart.

Guan Junchen's heart was in pain as if dripping with blood, yes, his Tang Tang must have been afraid of the pain, and only because he was afraid that he would be worried, so he kept silent.

He calmly beckoned his servants to move the brazier farther away, and then used a screen to shelter him. Then he lowered his head and kissed Yan Chunxi's cold sweating forehead. He didn't mention the fire, but asked: "Little Guy, are you feeling better?"

Since he knew what Yan Chunxi was thinking, he naturally didn't want to show such a cowardly and sad look too much.

Yan Chunxi hugged him tightly, and nodded after a long time.

"Look at you, you smell like medicine." Guan Junchen smiled, and while slowly undoing Yan Chunxi's clothes, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "I don't know where to kiss these few days."

Yan Chunxi raised his head, curled up the corners of his mouth palely, with this smile, the dimples on both sides of his cheeks lightly revealed again,

He leaned forward and touched Guan Junchen's face intimately with his lips, the meaning was quite clear.

"Kiss here?"

While speaking, Guan Junchen took off Yan Chunxi's clothes, and soaked a soft cloth towel in hot water.

Under the light, he looked down at Yan Chunxi's body, but the look in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Yan Chunxi was born in a wealthy family, so he loved children and was afraid of pain. If he hadn't experienced such a drastic change in his family, he would be a well-clothed young man.

Guan Junchen still remembered that in the middle of winter last year, when he went to see Yan Chunxi in the Jinling dungeon, he sighed that the young man's skin was like a piece of natural white jade, without even a single blemish, and his tentacles were even more delicate and moist.

But now, there are not a few intact pieces of flesh on this body.

"Brother Cheng." Yan Chunxi was very keen, and quickly looked over with a pair of big almond eyes, and firmly held Guan Junchen's hand: "It's nothing else, but you must not think I am ugly from now on."

Guan Junchen shook his head silently.

"Hee'er..."

Guan Junchen picked up the boy's jet-black hair, and wiped the back of his slender neck with a damp cloth. He wanted to pretend to be relaxed, but the bitterness in his heart surfaced, and he said in a low voice: "More than ten years ago in Gusu , when I saw you for the first time, I thought about it in my heart, and I don't know which family raised this little guy so beautifully."

Yan Chunxi slightly turned his head to look at him. Hearing what he said, he thought that the two were talking about love as usual, so he couldn't help but smiled sweetly: "It turns out that Brother Cheng also thought I was pretty."

"Well, it looks good." Guan Junchen also looked down at him: "I remember you were only five years old at the time. But at such a young age, the tiger-toed shoes on your feet were inlaid with big pearls, and there were red strings around your neck. Wearing the safety lock obtained from the temple—yes, your parents must have loved you very much since you were a child, they hope that you will be safe in your life, and that you will be happy when you grow up."

"But……"

Guan Junchen's voice paused: "But if the second elder knows something underground, seeing you like this... I don't know how distressed I should be."

Yan Chunxi froze immediately, his lips trembled, but he didn't speak for a while.

Guan Junchen took Yan Chunxi's hand and looked at him deeply: "I'm sorry to the two elders. Although I never met them in my life, I, I really feel sorry for them."

Yan Chunxi's eye circles turned red immediately.

He seemed to have noticed something, and hurriedly shook his head, but when he was about to speak, Guan Junchen continued to speak.

"I hate to see you suffer again."

Guan Junchen gently pulled up Yan Chunxi's hand, put it on his face and rubbed it reluctantly, and said softly: "My little Xi'er, let me send you out of the city and never come back again, okay?" ?”

"I do not go."

Yan Chunxi sat up straight suddenly, he didn't care about the burn on his waist and burst open again, his voice trembled even more violently: "You promised me, we will never be separated again, brother Cheng, I won't Go, I won't go."

"Xi'er, I'm really worried about you staying in Chang'an..."

"I'm not afraid of suffering." Yan Chunxi raised his neck, and the look in his almond eyes was stubborn and sad. After a long pause, tears finally couldn't be restrained from streaming down his smooth cheeks, and he said with a sob: "Brother Cheng, what happened to you?" You always think about pushing me away before you talk about anything. The previous time, it was to prevent me from arrogating, but this time, it was to protect me. I know your intentions, but you Why don’t you understand my heart? For so long, I always have to hold you, hold your sleeve firmly, begging you to stay by my side, but even so, I’m afraid that when you He broke my hand again and threw me aside..."

Guan Junchen hesitated to speak, he looked at the red-eyed young man in front of him, but he didn't know how to continue.

In fact, Yan Chunxi hadn't shed tears a few times in the past few days, even the pain of gouging out the flesh on his body, he gritted his teeth and endured it so as not to make him sad, but at this moment, he still burst into tears.

"I……"

Guan Junchen suddenly paused, he should have been as usual, good at weighing and calculating, and be as dependent as Yan Chunxishan.In the past, even if the young man begged him so much, he would certainly be ruthless.

He used to be the guardian of the country in the Great Periphery, and every order he issued had determined the life and death of tens of thousands of soldiers. Territory was the basis, and life and death were the boundaries.

But now he is afraid.

"Xi'er, I'm really afraid of losing you."

For the first time, like a child at a loss, Guan Junchen put his head on Yan Chunxi's shoulder and said blankly: "I don't know what to do with myself, and I don't know where to hide you so that I can be called safe. I only know , you are by my side, it is too dangerous."

"Brother Cheng, I'm not afraid of danger."

But I'm afraid.

Guan Junchen thought to himself.

"I'm not afraid of anything except that you won't be with me. Don't tell me to go, will you?"

Yan Chunxi lowered his head and kissed the beauty tip of Guan Junchen's forehead one after another. His body was small but warm.

Guan Junchen closed his eyes tiredly, and hugged the boy in his arms tightly.

He was too tired to make up his mind and say no to him.

In the past few days, he has become more depressed every day than the previous day, like a broken sack that has leaked air, and he really feels that his energy is leaking out of this body little by little.

Maybe he was really old, he thought.

……

About ten days later, Emperor Zhou Ying recovered, and the court naturally remained the same.

It's strange to say that Japan was rarely calm in the past few days, but when the court was about to go up, the sky in Chang'an suddenly became gloomy again, with dark clouds overwhelming the top, and the north wind howling. Arrived.

After all, Yan Chunxi was young and healthy, his wounds had healed quickly in the past few days, and he was able to walk around a little.

He had been suffocating in bed for several days, and this time, as soon as he could get off the ground, he wished he would not even lie down to sleep.

Da Zhou's winter court clothes were cumbersome and heavy, Guan Junchen spread out his arms, waiting for his servants to dress him up one by one.

Yan Chunxi held a bowl of hot lotus seed porridge and drank it in small sips. During the process, he didn't forget to scoop up a spoonful, took a couple of breaths carefully, and then handed it to Guan Junchen's mouth.

"You drink."

Guan Junchen never liked to eat these small things, so he turned his head away.

"Try it," Yan Chunxi said stubbornly, "I told them to add sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, it's really sweet."

"I've never liked sweets." Guan Junchen snorted, but he still lowered his head and drank the porridge in the spoon, the sweetness made him frown.

"One more bite." Seeing that Guan Junchen was obedient, Yan Chunxi leaned over again and wanted to feed him another spoonful.

"Go," Guan Junchen said with a serious face, "don't make trouble with me."

Yan Chunxi's eyes narrowed. He stretched out his fingers and caressed Guan Junchen's frowning brows unceremoniously, as if he wanted to smooth it out, and said with a smile, "What's the matter - I'm not afraid of you."

As he said that, he all came together, as if he wanted to kiss Guan Junchen, but considering that his servants were by his side, he finally stopped.

Guan Junchen really had no choice but to glare at him, but after seeing Yan Chunxi's fair and clean face for a few days, it turned slightly rosy, wrapped in the collar of white fox fur sewn around him, which was particularly flirtatious He couldn't help but lower his head and kissed Yan Chunxi's lips.

Strange to say, he never liked sweet food, but the sweet taste of the lotus seed porridge left on the young man's lips made his heart shake.

"My lord," Yan Chunxi smiled at first, but when he looked up at Guan Junchen, a trace of pity gradually appeared in his eyes, and he said softly, "Look at you, you have lost a lot of weight these days, when you come back today, how about we eat hot pot? "

"Okay." Guan Junchen nodded.

While speaking, the servants had already put on a thick pure black mink fur for him, he turned and walked out the door, Yan Chunxi followed him, and followed him until the yard where the snow was falling.

Guan Junchen turned his head and smiled at Yan Chunxi: "Let's enjoy the snow in the courtyard at night, and I'll build you a big snowman."

Before he got into the chariot and left, he took another look at the Prince Ning's Mansion in Chang'an City, a strange courtyard, but the young man standing alone in the snow made him reluctant to let go.

It would be great if he could go on like this with Yan Chunxi forever.

Just like other ordinary people in Dazhou, discussing what to eat and what to wear, just discussing day by day, maybe a lifetime will pass in the blink of an eye.