Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

As soon as Guan Junchen's chariot arrived on the main official road, the driver stopped suddenly. Guan Junchen opened the brocade curtain, and only then saw Tan Menglin wearing dark blue court clothes standing in the middle of the road with his followers. Seeing Guan Junchen's face revealed, he immediately Bow down and salute.

"Prince Ning, my chariot is stuck in the snow. It's time to go to court... Could you please take the official for a ride?"

Tan Menglin's face was cold, although he was asking, his eyes were firm.

Of course Guan Junchen understood that he was just looking for an excuse to talk to him, but it was really hard to evade this, so he simply made a gesture of invitation, and said indifferently: "It's freezing cold, Mr. Tan, don't be polite, come up here Bar."

Tan Menglin was naturally impolite. After getting into the chariot, he untied the fox fur a little bit, and then without waiting for a moment, he opened his mouth and said, "I have sent invitations many times in the past few days, why didn't your lord see me?"

When he spoke, he showed some dissatisfaction vaguely, and his tone seemed to be questioning, which can be said to have violated the rules.

Guan Junchen was not annoyed at all, Tan Menglin was proud, straightforward, and he was familiar with him, so at this time, he was obviously pushed by his repeated refusal.

He was silent for a while, stretching out his hands beside the stove to warm them slowly, and after a while he said in a low voice: "Menglin, you can't see that the situation in Chang'an is weird these days—I'm already in the whirlpool It is very inconvenient for you to meet with me in private."

"My lord has the kindness to support and support me. I'm afraid everyone in the court and the public knows it."

Tan Menglin looked rather cold, as if he didn't like what Guan Junchen said.

Guan Junchen shook his head helplessly, raised his red phoenix eyes, and took a deep look at Tan Menglin: "As an official in the court, there are some things that everyone knows well, but you still have to be decent on the surface."

"My lord, I am worried." Tan Menglin stared at Guan Junchen with dark eyes and said, "Since ten days ago, since you entered the palace, there has been no movement between the emperor and you. I sent several papers to enter the palace, please don't go to the third department in vain, and put King Pingnan in Wuyi Lane, but there is no response, lord, what the hell—"

"Menglin, didn't I write to you earlier, telling you to protect yourself first?"

Guan Junchen felt a little angry, he lowered his face, and said coldly: "The wind and snow are coming, you should understand the truth of dormancy. Don't mention the matter of the third division to the emperor today. This king is now in danger. , the previous deployment has been put on hold for the time being, and I can only remind you-now your black hat is still a trivial matter, you are careful about your own wealth and life!"

Tan Menglin pursed his lips, and his slender brows suddenly twisted sharply: "My lord, Menglin has been favored by you and has been an official in the court for more than ten years. Although it is not a straight career, it is also considered smooth and smooth. It is not that he does not know how to protect himself wisely." However, Meng Lin was born in Xiangzhou Legalist School, and later became a member of Nanlin Confucianist School. In order to study, he traveled all over the world and studied hard for many years. All of this was not for his own career. With the determination to serve the people and the country, how can Menglin be called a Confucian scholar? The prince and I have known each other for many years, did you always think that Menglin is attached to you, seeking glory and wealth?"

"This king is not..."

"Since he succeeded to the throne, the emperor has been diligent and not stupid, but he is also too self-willed - in order to eradicate dissidents, he even used Wuyi Lane at the expense of the third division. If this continues, the law will have no dignity. Everyone is in danger, the Great Zhou is in danger, how can Menglin not be deeply worried?"

Tan Menglin interrupted Guan Junchen's words, his voice was fierce, and he didn't evade the slightest bit, and continued word by word: "I thought that the prince has the same ambition as me, and as a courtier, I should do my best to assist the emperor to correct the truth. , Now it seems that Meng Lin was wrong. The prince does not want to take risks, Menglin dare not say more, let alone ask for the protection of the prince."

While the two were talking, the chariot had already passed two palace gates and stopped in front of Zhengyang Gate.

Tan Menglin got out of the sedan chair behind Guan Junchen, then gave Guan Junchen a salute, and walked inside.

The wind and snow were getting stronger, he walked against the wind, the corners of his clothes were blown, and a pair of brocade boots left two lines of decisive marks in the snow.

Guan Junchen watched silently from behind for a long time, until the servant reminded him softly from behind: "My lord, the time has come."

He just woke up like a dream, flicked off a few snowflakes on his shoulders, and then walked up step by step along the white jade steps covered with a thin layer of snow.

Guan Junchen was named "Chen" by Emperor Zhou Ying in the second year of Chengde's reign. Since then, he has endured and hibernated, consciously achieving the ultimate in the way of a minister, but now he feels at a loss.

What is a king and what is a minister.

What should be the way of the monarch and ministers?

Now he doesn't have an answer in his heart, but he thinks that Tan Menglin must have it.

……

……

After the ministers entered the ranks, Emperor Zhou Ying slowly climbed the golden steps from the apse to sit on the dragon seat.

Guan Junchen knelt down with the others and said long live a few times before standing up again. Although he lowered his head slightly, he still glanced at Emperor Zhou Ying's expression when he got up.

Zhou Yingdi's illness seems to be true, his eyes are black and blue, he is wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, his face is pale and pale, even though it is only ten days old, he seems to have lost weight, his eyes are narrow and long There is no spirit in the half.

Emperor Zhou Ying had always been a person who was deep and good at whitewashing. Since he succeeded to the throne, Guan Junchen had never seen him haggard like this.

"I……"

Zhou Yingdi's voice was hoarse, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed again to clear his throat, and then continued: "I have been feeling cold for a few days, and my energy is low. If you have something to do, please report it as soon as possible."

There was silence above the court hall. Although these days were the juncture of the New Year's Eve and the officials had a lot of papers on hand, none of the officials in the capital was a top-notch person.

Now that the political situation in Chang'an is treacherous, King Pingnan is still detained in Wuyi Lane, and Prince Ning even entered the capital with the champion Hou Yizhang from the former emperor's time. There are even more well-informed people who found out that before Guan Junchen entered the palace, he gave the golden sword for avoiding death. Going to Grand Master Yan's mansion, all these kinds of things vaguely indicate a secret competition between the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At this moment, no one dared to speak rashly.

"emperor--"

After a while, suddenly a clear voice came from behind Guan Junchen.

Guan Junchen didn't need to turn his head to hear that it was Tan Menglin's voice. His heart sank, and he lowered his eyes weakly...

After all, Tan Menglin's temperament is too upright.

"I have something to play."

Holding the jade wat board in his hand, Tan Menglin stepped forward.

"Tan Aiqing, let's talk."

Zhou Yingdi said calmly.

"Your Majesty, more than ten days ago, the humble minister played in the court hall—please allow the emperor to take Pingnan Wang Guan Chengkun out of Wuyi Lane, transfer him to Dali Temple, and hand over this big treason case to the court." The three divisions will interrogate. The emperor also approved the minister's memorial earlier, saying that he will appoint the presiding judge three days later, I don't know about this...?"

Zhou Yingdi propped his cheek with one hand, his long eyes were half drooping, as if he was asleep,

He neither opened his mouth to respond, nor raised his eyes, Zhengyang Hall fell into a quagmire of silence for a moment, Tan Menglin had already spoken, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should continue or not.

Zhou Yingdi's reaction, naturally, the old fritters who are well versed in officialdom figured out the sacred meaning.

The Tang Shujian of the Ministry of Punishment also took a step forward, stroked his beard, and said leisurely: "Master Tan... In my opinion, let's discuss this matter again. Your Majesty's dragon body was ill before, maybe he hasn't had time to think about it before. The reporter said that since Guan Chengkun is a traitor, he is naturally extremely vicious, and it is not a bad idea to be imprisoned in Wuyi Lane. After all, Feng Pavilion is tightly guarded and full of experts, which is far better than Dali Temple."

"Master Tang, you—"

Tan Menglin turned his head sharply, and looked sharply at Tang Shujian: "Pingnan Wang Guan Chengkun was directly escorted to Wuyi Lane a few months ago, and now the third secretary has neither a statement nor a certificate, but even so, Tang Are you going to convict him too?"

He was originally handsome and elegant, but at this time the veins in his temples were throbbing faintly, obviously extremely annoyed.

There was a cloudy smile on the corner of Tang Shujian's lips. He glanced slightly at Emperor Zhou Ying who was sitting on the dragon seat and still seemed to be asleep. He felt even more courageous, and said coldly: "Master Tan, Wuyi Lane is doing something. It has its own rules, and the commanding officer took the Huangji Sword to take down Guan Chengkun—the Huangji Sword upholds the will of the emperor, and the Holy Majesty has his own decisions. Why are you so chattering, could it be that you sympathize with the treacherous? "

Tan Menglin's fingers were trembling with anger, and he almost couldn't hold the jade wat board in his hand.

In the past few months, King Pingnan has been detained in Wuyi Lane.

As the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, Tan Menglin has already written several times. He wanted to persuade the emperor after Guan Junchen entered Beijing, but in the end even Guan Junchen chose to be wise and protect his life.

At this moment, he felt even more that there were turbulent waves ahead, and the silent and deep emperor, the trembling civil and military officials of the court, he had no way out.

"emperor--"

Tan Menglin knelt heavily on the ground with a plop,

Holding the wat board, he actually raised his head and looked directly at the Emperor of Zhou on the dragon throne, his voice trembling slightly: "Please think twice..."

"Since you came to the throne, all the major treason cases of the emperor's relatives have been entrusted to Wuyixiang, so that until now, the third minister of the court has his name, but he doesn't perform his duties. Your majesty, you are the heaven of the Great Zhou, Your words and deeds will be imitated by all the people. If the emperor despises the law, the people will not believe in the law; if the emperor lynches and slaughters brothers and feet, the people's etiquette and righteousness will be lost, and hostility will be rampant! If things go on like this, the laws of our Great Zhou are not just fake. Once a precedent is set, there will be endless disasters——!"

"Bold!"

Zhou Yingdi Huo De opened his eyes. He slapped the table heavily, and the voice of shouting was like thunder: "Tan Menglin, as a subject, how dare you say that I slaughtered brothers and feet, and was inhumane? This is what you did for me." The way of the minister?"

Zhengyang Hall is deep and spacious, Emperor Zhou Ying's shout immediately rang back and forth for a long time.

All civil and military officials knelt down in fear and bowed their heads to the ground after hearing a thumping sound.

"The sages have a saying: the emperor envoys his ministers with courtesy, and the ministers serve the emperor with loyalty. The humble minister asks himself, has devoted himself to the Great Zhou, risked his life to speak out, and has no shame in the word loyalty."

Tan Menglin, who was dressed in a dark blue court uniform, kept looking at the furious Emperor Zhou Ying, and still did not lower his head. He continued word by word: "Your Majesty, my imperial court is not just to frighten the world, but to shut down millions of cavalry... All nations came to the court and all worshiped it for the rituals of the Great Zhou. The rituals are squares and circles, and they are enlightened. Without these two words, how could the Great Zhou have the prosperity and prosperity of the hundreds of years, and the harmony of all people?"

"If according to the law, the three judges found that King Pingnan was indeed treasonous, and the rebellious officials and thieves should be punished. However, if it is only handed over to Wuyixiang for private trial and hastily closed the case, even if the humble officials are silent today, can it be said that later history books Wouldn't it be written that the emperor, in order to eradicate dissidents, disregarded brotherly filial piety and human relations?"

"Your Majesty, the Son of Heaven is not Heaven! Rituals and laws constrain the people, and so do the Son of Heaven. If the Son of Heaven is a wise ruler and seeks the well-being of the people, it is the destiny of Heaven. If he is self-willed and careless of the law, he will eventually be abandoned by the destiny of Heaven! This is what I said. .”

Although Tan Menglin was kneeling, every word and every word was sonorous and forceful.

At the end, Zhou Yingdi's complexion turned livid in an instant.

He tightly grasped the armrest of the dragon chair with his palm, so hard that his nails turned white.

In Zhengyang Hall, it was so quiet that one could even hear a needle fall on the ground.

Guan Junchen knelt on the ground, but his heart kept trembling.

What a saying "the son of heaven is not heaven"!

These four words, which struck the ground, were like a flash of lightning splitting from the sky, which hurt his eyes.

That's right, in fact, this is not the first time he has heard such treasonous yet shocking words.

There was a time before... At that time, it was Yan Chunxi who looked into his eyes seriously and said: "The king is the supreme in the world, but the king should not restrain the people, but surpass the emperor alone. The sages regarded Yao, Shun and Yu as benevolent kings. A model, precisely because the king must put the word "benevolence" as the first priority in his heart. If the current emperor wantonly suspects virtuous ministers and kills innocent people indiscriminately, can he be called benevolent, can he be called polite and righteous? If he is not benevolent, Can he be said to have broken Gangchang and acted indiscriminately?"

Tan Menglin merged the two top schools of Confucianism and Legalism, and was later selected by the late Emperor as the No. [-] scholar. He was an outstanding person in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he was able to say the four words that the son of heaven is not heaven, so insightful about world affairs.

However, even though Yan Chunxi did not have Tan Menglin's knowledge and insights, he managed to touch the boundaries of common etiquette with his pure and transparent heart.

Although Guan Junchen was kneeling on the ground and stuck in the mire, at this moment, he still felt a throbbing - he was proud of the boy he had photographed.

But immediately, accompanied by a voice from Gaogao Longting, the warmth aroused in his body immediately turned cold again.

"Prince Ning—"

Zhou Yingdi suddenly stood up and said coldly.

"The minister is here."

"Since Mr. Tan has put on a posture of being loyal to the emperor and admonishing him to the death, why don't you tell the ministers what you discussed with me when you entered the palace earlier."

"Yes."

Guan Junchen replied in a low voice, but his voice came to a standstill.

Tan Menglin turned his head, and when he looked at him with a pair of cold eyes, his expression was complicated and tinged with disbelief.

Guan Junchen suddenly felt his body bent a little more.

"Prince Ning?"

Zhou Yingdi narrowed his eyes and urged.

Guan Junchen no longer looked at Tan Menglin this time, lowered his head slightly, and said dumbly: "The case of Guan Chengkun is a serious matter. The rebels formed a clique for personal gain and caused chaos in the government. Now that we have done it this time, we should investigate to the end. The three princes in the court, Mrs. Fu returned to his hometown, and the Grand Master was old, and I felt that although my qualifications were still young, I was still considered an important minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so I recommended myself to the emperor, and I would like to take the post of presiding judge—to thoroughly investigate Guan Chengkun's traitorous party."

"Prince Ning has a heart, and I have drawn up an order - to promote you to the first-rank Taibao, and let you sit as the presiding judge in a legitimate way."

Although Tan Menglin's slender body was wrapped in thick court clothes, he still trembled slightly as if he had been hit hard after hearing Guan Junchen's words.

"How?" Emperor Zhou Ying raised his eyebrows and stared at Tan Menglin: "Master Tan, my younger brother personally presided over the trial, and he has always been close to Guan Chengkun, so he will never treat King Pingnan harshly again. Isn't it against the righteousness of filial piety? Are you satisfied now?"

The last few words of Emperor Zhou Ying stretched extremely long, and a trace of heavy coercion flashed in his deep pool-like eyes, and he said unhurriedly: "Tan Menglin, you keep saying that you are courteous and law-abiding, but you violate the rules and regulations in the court and below, and you are right. If you speak rebellious words, I will not convince the public if you are not punished for your crime, so you leave your wat board and return to the mansion for orders."

"Clap" sound.

The jade tablet in Tan Menglin's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.He lowered his head, staring blankly at the ground.

He has a humble status, but he has lofty ambitions. He studied hard for ten years and finally won the top prize in high school. After that, spring and winter, he used his talent, learning and diligence to rise up step by step. The wooden wat board was replaced by ivory, and finally white jade. I have come to today step by step, but after all, there is no way ahead.

He wasn't afraid, he just felt alone.

"The minister leads the order."

Tan Menglin bent down and said in a hoarse voice.

"Anything else to play?"

Zhou Yingdi said indifferently.

"I... have one more thing to report."

Guan Junchen said in a low voice: "Before the late emperor passed away, he bestowed the golden sword to avoid death, and I was very uneasy all the time—as a minister, you should always keep the word loyalty in your heart, and be vigilant every day, but with the golden sword to avoid death, It will make the heart of serving the emperor somewhat neglected, but the golden sword was given by the late emperor, and it was always inconvenient to deal with it before. However, the minister is now the Taibao, a very human minister, and I feel even more frightened when I think about it. A few days ago, the minister had put the The death-preventing golden sword has been handed over to Grand Master Yan, and I request that I return the death-preventing golden sword to the court, I only wish to fulfill my duty as a subject, and I ask the emperor for permission."

Guan Junchen stroked the icy ground with his fingers. He felt the eyes of the officials behind him resting on his back, but his whole body seemed to be numb. Destination scratched.

"You have a heart."

Emperor Zhou Ying's voice came from afar: "I'm sure—"

"Thank you Lord Ron."

Guan Junchen prostrated himself on the ground, speaking smoothly and authentically.

He knew that after today's court, the forces he had painstakingly managed for many years would be completely disintegrated. If anyone made rash moves, Tan Menglin was an example.

Everyone can see-

He has now become Emperor Zhou Ying's dog.

……

After going down to court, Tan Menglin left Zhengyang Hall without looking back.

Guan Junchen was wrapped in fox fur, but he still felt cold everywhere.Standing on the high white jade steps, he watched Tan Menglin's back. He was wearing a dark blue robe and drifting away in the flying snow. He was alone, with his back straight.

At that moment, Guan Junchen suddenly felt a sense of distraction, the snow was heavy, but the whole Chang'an became quiet, standing in this piece of heaven and earth, he felt very small.

He felt bewildered, yet fatefully calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

——That was the last time Guan Junchen saw Tan Menglin.

The next day, Wang Jinzhi hurriedly broke into Guan Junchen's bedroom early in the morning, and reported that Tan Menglin had been captured overnight by the commander of Wuyi Lane in his residence.

Guan Junchen was not completely unexpected, but his face turned pale in an instant: "Why?"

"I have a close relationship with Guan Chengkun, and I am involved in the same case with King Pingnan."

Hearing this, Guan Junchen shook his body heavily. With this shaking, his whole body fell onto the bed, and he no longer had the strength to stand up.

……

Guan Junchen fell ill.

He has practiced martial arts all year round and has always been strong and strong, but this time his weakness is too frightening, and he has a high fever intermittently.

Emperor Zhou Ying got the letter and sent several imperial physicians in the palace to look at it, but they all said that it was a cold because of physical weakness, and he was in a hurry. Several prescriptions were prescribed, but the fever did not go away.

Guan Junchen was so burned that he started talking nonsense, even in his sleep, he seemed to see something that terrified him, and his hands were struggling in the air from time to time, as if trying to grab something.

Yan Chunxi himself was not in good health yet, and he still didn't leave all day.

He hardly dared to fall asleep, so he stayed by Guan Junchen's couch. Every half an hour, he changed a veil soaked in warm water and put it on Guan Junchen's forehead. on the lips.

It was not until late at night on the third day that Guan Junchen finally woke up.

He stared blankly at the roof for a while, and then he seemed to regain a sense of sanity, and immediately sat up suddenly, struggling to get out of bed: "Sincerely, hurry up——"

Guan Junchen just got out of bed, but because he hadn't got up for many days, his legs fell limply on the ground, he still shouted without realizing it: "Get your horses ready, I, I want to enter the palace immediately... See Your Majesty..."

His voice was hoarse, and he could only faintly hear his breathing at the end of his speech.

"Brother Cheng..."

Yan Chunxi didn't have time to support Guan Junchen, so he plopped and sat down next to Guan Junchen. He hugged Guan Junchen tightly, shook his head vigorously and said: "You are still seriously ill, and it's late at night, and the snow hasn't stopped, so you can't go ...I, I won't allow you to go."

Wang Jinzhi, who was guarding outside the room, hurried in when he heard Guan Junchen's call. When he saw the scene inside the room, his expression immediately became tense, and he rushed forward to support Guan Junchen together with Yan Chunxi, and said in a low voice: "My lord, Mr. Yan is right. If you enter the palace at this time, you will definitely not be able to see the emperor... It's better to wait until tomorrow is better to talk about Mr. Tan's matter."

Guan Junchen shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Let me ask you, where is Tan Menglin at this time?"

"Master Tan was escorted to Fengge by Commander Tang of Wuyi Lane before, before."

As soon as Guan Junchen grasped Wang Jinzhi's hand, his hair was scattered on both sides of his cheeks in embarrassment, his appearance seemed to be crazy, and he asked in a hissed voice, "How long has he been in?"

"He," Wang Jinzhi lowered his head, not daring to look into Guan Junchen's eyes, not even daring to speak directly, but said vaguely, "It has been three days since the prince had a high fever."

"Three days,"

Guan Junchen murmured: "Three days..."

When he said this, his face, which was originally like gold paper, turned a mysterious blush. He heard a "poof", and suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood on the ground.

The glaring blood was dotted on his skirt, like a red plum blooming in the white snow.

"Brother Cheng—!"

"My lord!"

Yan Chunxi and Wang Jinzhi were shocked at the same time.

Yan Chunxi hugged Guan Junchen, and couldn't help trembling: "Call, call the imperial doctor to come in... Wang Guanshi, hurry up..."

"Honestly, bring a pen."

Guan Junchen pushed the boy away, staggered and sat up straight with the help of the bedpost.

"I'm fine." With a stern expression on his face, he tore off a piece of jade-white silk from his cuff with a "hiss" and spread it on the ground, and repeated it word for word: "Bring a pen."

Wang Jinzhi didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and hurriedly turned around and went to the outer room to bring in the Langhao brush, then knelt down on one knee beside Guan Junchen, and then handed the Langhao brush over.

Guan Junchen held the pen holder and stained the ground with his own blood. The back of his hand was pale, with bulging veins, and he wrote stroke by stroke on the silk——

The sages have said: When the king regards his ministers like brothers and feet, the ministers regard the emperor as his heart;

The way of the monarch and ministers is like this.Since ancient times, Mingjun has always been tolerant.

If there is no room for criticism today, then there will be no ministers in Dazhou tomorrow.

Kill one Tan Menglin today, and tomorrow there will only be a full court of enemies.

Your Majesty, I dare you to think twice.

Please think twice, Your Majesty.

When Guan Junchen wrote the last word, the blood on the ground was almost dry, and the handwriting on the silk scarf gradually faded from bright red.

Under the flickering lights, the scarred characters on the jade silk made the situation look so tragic.

Guan Junchen handed the blood book to Wang Jinzhi, panting heavily: "Jinzhi, you sent someone to pack it in a wooden box, and sent it to the palace overnight to present to the emperor. Then you take my Taibao waist card and go to Fengge immediately The order was issued, saying that Tan Menglin is the person I want to interrogate in person, and he is not allowed to be treated harshly, let alone tortured. I am among the three princes, and I am the presiding judge in the case of King Pingnan, so they should be afraid. Be careful, no matter how much you talk about Name, you only remember one thing, hold them steady, don't let them attack Tan Menglin."

"My lord."

Wang Jinzhi bowed his head and took the bloody book with trembling hands. He hesitated and said, "I heard that the emperor is already furious about Mr. Tan's matter. Since the prince has decided to protect his life wisely, it is even more inconvenient to intervene at this moment."

"In fact, I knew early on that Tan Menglin's official position could not be kept,"

The Langhao pen slipped slowly from Guan Junchen's hand. He raised his head and glanced at Wang Jinzhi, the corner of his mouth twitched bitterly, and said, "It's just his life... Could it be that I will be implicated after all? Tan Menglin is talented, and It’s such a pity, such a pity.”

Wang Jinzhi took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "How can the lord say that you have troubled Mr. Tan? You can't take care of yourself, but the emperor is holding your heart. You are so restrained, how can you do it in advance?" I have done my best to warn Mr. Tan, Mr. Tan's current situation, it is really Mr. He... He is too proud, and he would rather be broken than whole. Don't blame yourself too much."

"Sincerely, don't say any more." Guan Junchen shook his head: "You go and deliver the letter, this matter is settled. The emperor has long been tired of my younger brother, and now there is no shortage of this one."

Wang Jinzhi hesitated to speak, but finally stopped talking, turned around and walked out quickly.

Yan Chunxi knelt on the ground until Wang Jinzhi left the inner room, and finally helped Guan Junchen back to the couch with difficulty.

He also climbed onto the bed, carefully hugged Guan Junchen's head in his arms, and then gently wiped the blood from the corner of Guan Junchen's mouth with a wet cloth.

Guan Junchen looked up at him, and said softly, "Xi'er."

"Brother Cheng," Yan Chunxi held his hand, and replied, "You are still seriously ill, don't worry about it, just rest first."

"I'm not sleepy." Guan Junchen wanted to grab Yan Chunxi's fingers with his backhand, but he couldn't lift his arm for a moment, and he still insisted, "Let me... let me see you for a while."

"Brother Cheng, you should sleep a little longer," Yan Chunxi said with a sore nose, "I've been sitting here all day, but there's really nothing to see."

"Nonsense." Guan Junchen's voice was hoarse. He moved the corner of his mouth reluctantly, and a weak smile faintly appeared on his pale face, and said with difficulty: "I like looking at you. As long as I look at you like this, I feel In my heart, a whole spring of scorching peach blossoms bloomed, I am very happy..."

Guan Junchen has always been arrogant and conceited, even when the two of them were affectionate before, they seldom had such lingering words of love.

He may have vomited too much blood before, but now his complexion is not even pale, but sallow.It has faintly revealed the color of exhaustion.

Every time he said a sentence, he was accompanied by a violent cough, but he was still chanting obsessively in his mouth. When he said the last sentence, the pair of phoenix eyes that were always energetic in the past had gradually lost their former brilliance.

Yan Chunxi used to force himself to suppress it before, but now he finally couldn't restrain himself.

His chest rose and fell, he lowered his eyes and hugged Guan Junchen tightly in his arms: "Brother Cheng, I'm very scared."

Guan Junchen muttered something vaguely, but it was so broken that he couldn't form a sentence.

It was obvious that his mind had gradually lost consciousness, but he still subconsciously put his arms around Yan Chunxi's back as usual.

"Don't be afraid."

Yan Chunxi only heard two words from Guan Junchen's mouth clearly.

"Brother Cheng, I thought that since I'm not afraid of death, there's nothing in this world that can scare me, but it turns out that's not the case."

The roots of Yan Chunxi's eyelashes were wet. He closed his eyes and quietly wrapped his arms around Guan Junchen's neck, burying his face in the familiar embrace like a bird returning to its nest.

Guan Junchen hugged him weakly, but he fell into a coma, but Yan Chunxi murmured to himself: "Brother Cheng, I understand you... I understand your difficulties. Mr. Tan is going to prison, you are depressed, you are too bitter." That’s why it’s so sick.”

"Wang Guanshi said, the emperor is holding your heart... yes, if I stay by your side, you will be afraid and afraid to do anything. I went to Feng Prison once, but I just suffered Slightly injured, because the real ultimate move was never on my side, but on you firmly. These days, they are going to drive you to death, and my heart really hurts badly."

He said, holding Guan Junchen's hand in his heart, until the temperature of the two of them gradually melted together, a sour smile appeared on his face: "Brother Cheng, is it... just like what you said?" In that case, I really shouldn't stay by your side anymore?"

Guan Junchen still fell into a deep sleep and did not respond.

Yan Chunxi leaned forward and kissed the sword pattern on Guan Junchen's eyebrows. They hadn't been in love for a long time.

He really missed Guan Junchen, and imagined that he would lift Guan Junchen's chin, caress the beautiful tip of his forehead, and then gently kiss his seemingly flirtatious lips like before.

The champion Hou is his cold moon in the sky.

But now the cold moon is sleeping in his arms——

It was as quiet as a day that never woke up again.

……

Guan Junchen barely managed to stand up until the daytime on the second day, and Yan Chunxi snuggled up to him, like a frightened little bird. Although his eyes were blue from exhaustion, he was still startled by even the slightest movement. He frowned like he was having a nightmare.

Guan Junchen pulled the brocade quilt up to cover the young man's body, then put on the fox fur and staggered out of the house. He had been burning day and night, and was so tired of this room.He had been lying in bed for the past few days, and he seemed to be more than ten years old. These few steps felt as long as an hour.

The moment he pushed open the door, Guan Junchen took a deep breath.

A vast expanse of white snow shone dazzlingly in front of him——

The world is beautiful, without makeup, pure white is already thousands of beautiful colors.

He felt hot in his eyes for a moment, and at this moment, he saw a figure kneeling on the corridor, he lowered his head, and said softly: "Jinzhi, why are you staying here?"

"My lord..."

Wang Jinzhi raised his head, his eyes were flushed, "It's useless."

He knocked his head heavily on the ground, and hissed: "Last night, when Jinzhi rushed to Fengge, Wuyi Lane... Mr. Tan, he couldn't bear the humiliation, and he drew his sword and killed himself."

Guan Junchen trembled slightly, and stretched out his hand to support the wooden pillar by the porch.

"I see."

He nodded slightly, but his expression was as calm as an ancient well.

His eyes seemed to look beyond the layers of white snow and the myriad strands of fate in the sky, and looked towards the palace of the supreme emperor in the north.

Wang Jinzhi raised his head tremblingly. Under the snow light, Guan Junchen's face was extremely clear.

Only then did he realize to his horror that Guan Junchen's temples and hairline were not covered with snow, but that the prince's black hair had turned nearly half gray overnight.