[Politics] Empty Cicada

This excellent spring, accompanied by the bright and warm sun for many consecutive days, came quietly.

The morning light casts a mottled slant on the bumpy carriage.

Zhong He walked down.

The spring sun was far from warm, but it was still a bit dazzling when he looked up.

He was originally an unknown musician in the Korean court. After the fall of Han, he moved to Qin. How did he think that one day he would receive the grace of God again.

It's just that this favor is not a great honor for the entire Lihua Pavilion.

From the moment he took the king's order, all the musicians around him had their tongues cut off, and they were forced to bear the secrets of the palace for no reason, and they must not reveal half of it.

Bitter but calm, he stepped up the long stone steps alone, and knelt upright in the center of the palace.

He lowered his head for a long time before he heard the man's footsteps.

From far to near, very light and slow, in this quiet temple, apart from my own heartbeat, there is only that voice.

He had heard that person's name thousands of times in Lu Sheng's mouth, but when that clear voice sounded above his head, he could clearly distinguish the ears of thousands of musical instruments in the world, as if he was deaf for a while.

His voice is charming, gentle and melodious, like the breeze blowing leaves, the most beautiful music in the world is just like this.

It was so close to him, but it seemed like a world away.

He almost burst into tears, his legs were trembling, and he kowtowed heavily: Young Master Ninth...

Han Fei said flatly: There is no ninth son here.

He sighed softly, and gently helped him up again: Mr. Zhong, you are safe.

Beginning of Spring, the seventh day of January.

As soon as the sacrifices in spring were over, Ying Zheng came to Qinghe Palace non-stop, but he felt a little empty in his heart if he didn't see him for a day.

When he opened the door, Han Fei was talking to an actor.Today he is wearing a sapphire-colored long robe, with a cyan cloud belt around his waist, his crown hair is high, and the jade belt hangs down his waist. He is as warm as warm jade and as beautiful as an immortal.He stood quietly, with a smile like spring water in those eyes that were as bright as stars.

He showed such a gentle smile to a stranger, which made Ying Zheng jealous immediately.But when those eyes looked at him with the same smile and warmth, the unhappiness just now disappeared in an instant.

He immediately stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his waist, swearing his sovereignty, and kissed his clear eyes. Before others, there was no dignity and majesty that a king should have.

Han Fei gently pushed him away, and asked with some surprise: "I heard from Lu Sheng that we are going to prepare for fasting today, so how come your majesty has time to come?"

Ying Zheng hugged him and sat down together, and said with a smile: The matter of fasting is handled by the order of the State Teacher and Da Yuefu, so why do you need to worry about it?

Han Fei shook his head helplessly, and said, "Then the king should also announce when he comes in, so that my guests won't be frightened."

It was only now that Ying Zheng had time to notice the person who was talking to Han Fei just now, and seeing him kneeling on the ground trembling, he asked, "Are you Zhong He from Lihua Pavilion?"

Zhong He bowed three times respectfully, and replied: "The villain is right."

Ying Zheng said: I heard Lu Sheng say that your singing can stop abandoned babies from crying and white birds linger.

Zhong Heqian said: Master Lu is absurd.

Han Fei smiled and said: "How could it be a false praise? Mr. Zhong's singing voice is really beautiful, like flowing water hitting a stone, and it has an ancient rhyme."

Seeing his bright expression like a cool breeze and warm sun, Ying Zheng couldn't bear to disturb his elegant mood, so he asked: "I wonder if Mr. Can let you, the guest, sing a song for the widow?"

Han Fei said: "Those musicians are also there. If your majesty likes it, you can move to the main hall."

Ying Zheng smiled and said: I have heard your voice, and all the sounds in the world are just the neighing of dry crows.

People who have seen the sea with their own eyes, how can they stop for a stream?

What's more, he is really not a person who likes to listen to performances.

Ying Zheng is not a person who likes to listen to music, nor is he a monarch who indulges in drinking, sex, singing and dancing.

The singing of warblers and swallows, the dance of willow waists and neon clothes, are far inferior to the sound of bells and drums on the battlefield, and the flames of war.

But since Han Fei loves to listen, he is naturally willing to listen with him.After all, it was rare for him to like something.

As soon as he thought about it, he heard a voice like Lin Laiquan's rhyme, coming through from behind the covered veil, and sang leisurely: There is a beauty, I will never forget it when I see it, I will not see you in a day, I will miss you like mad...

The voice was high but not hissing, low but not muddy, fast but not slow, chaotic but not scattered, clear as a spring, bright as dawn, and completely devoid of the scenes of Yingying, swallows and swallows just now.

He came out from behind the light veil, covered his face with long sleeves, turned his slender waist, and with the long sleeves hanging down, he looked like weeping.Ying Zheng took a closer look, and suddenly felt that this person's appearance and figure looked a bit like Han Fei, so he couldn't help but pay attention.

After singing a song, he was ignorant and unaware. He only felt that the person was still sitting in the seat, and his thoughts had drifted thousands of miles away.

Seeing this, Han Fei asked, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Ying Zheng seemed to have just recovered from the song, and he said dejectedly, "Don't let me fly, let me perish... I can't get the one I love... It's too hurtful."

Han Fei's eyes flickered for a moment, then he smiled quietly, and said: Most of Chu people's tunes are this kind of sad tune, but when Zhong He sings, it is clear and melodious, sad but not sad, which is a different flavor.

Ying Zheng said: "Zhong He, the bells, drums, zithers, and zithers are harmonious and musical. It's a good name."

Han Fei said: "It's indeed a good name. A person lives up to his name, and it's better than his name."

He has never been stingy with this kind of obvious praise for others, except for him.

But Ying Zheng looked deeply into those slightly cold eyes, and asked, "What do you think of the widow's name in Mr.'s eyes?"

Han Fei thought for a moment, and then said, "It is the name of an emperor to govern and benevolent.

Just as he wouldn't compliment his name, he answered perfectly to the point.

But Ying Zheng laughed: Sir, using these two words can be regarded as a compliment to the widow.

After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the glass, and suddenly sighed: But sir, he only knows to call me the king and your majesty, but he has never called me by my name.

Although he used to call him Yingzheng by name when he scolded him.

Seeing that he bowed his head and said nothing, he leaned forward and begged childishly: Can you call me by my name?

Han Fei didn't answer. He poured himself a glass of wine, moved the glass to his lips, and took a sip.

Sake is bland and extremely boring to drink.

Just like what he said.

He said: "The name of the son of heaven is taboo, how should the courtiers be called?"

That awe-inspiring appearance didn't give him any chance to argue, he smiled wryly, and drank another glass of bitter wine, and the bitterness also spread.

He got up to leave, but Han Fei suddenly grabbed his hand at this moment.

He stopped, and just as he turned his head, he heard him call softly: Ah Zheng.

With a thin sound, weak and boneless, it poured into his heart like a warm trickle.

He couldn't believe his ears, his body became stiff, and he couldn't even say a word.He looked at him incredulously, but saw that the corners of his mouth slowly opened into an extremely gorgeous smile, like ice and snow melting, and a bud blooming.

He suppressed the ecstasy that was about to jump out of his heart, held his hand instead, held it to his chest, and said joyfully: "Scream twice, how about screaming twice?"

Han Fei silently avoided his scorching gaze, and said softly: Your Majesty should be serious, not just a name.

Ying Zheng smiled, and he gently put the palm of his hand to his lips, his brows and eyes were filled with unresolved affection.He promised word by word: Sir is right, as long as sir is always by my side, I will definitely be a good king who governs and benevolent.

After hearing this, Han Fei felt an inexplicable pain in his chest, but his expression was calm as usual.He let him hold his hand, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said: Your Majesty is saying these words now, it is too heavy, don't let this melodious singing be the burden.

Yingzheng said softly: There are often beautiful singing voices, but the sincerity of Mr. is rare.

Han Feidao: Qinghe Palace is far away from Xianyang, and the guards are so strict, it is not easy for Mr. Zhong to come here. Hearing such music may not be as easy as your majesty said.

Ying Zheng said: "What's so difficult about this?"If you like it, the widow will arrange for him to live in this Qinghe Palace and sing to you every day.

Han Fei shook his head and said: If this folk music lacks the spirit of the folk, it will lose a little bit of agility, and it will be confused with this court music.

Ying Zheng smiled and said: "The widow will give him a waist card, he can enter and leave the Qinghe Palace at any time, so that I can accompany you when the widow is away."

Han Fei listened, and a thin smile appeared in his eyes: that's good too.

The incense in the hall was burning, after the bell and a song were sung, the wind changed, Luo Luo turned around, and when she looked back, there was a smile in her eyes, and the sad look just now was gone.

And that song is neither fast nor slow, soft and brisk, jingling like mountains and flowing water.

Han Fei had just settled a matter on his mind, and he was more or less in a happy mood. The song at this time was also suitable for the occasion, so that Ying Zheng looked at him for a moment, but he didn't mind, and even asked him rarely. : Your Majesty said that the song just now hurt your feelings. Doesn’t this joyful song not suit your Majesty’s wishes?

Ying Zheng said: I don't like to read these things, but since my husband likes them, it doesn't matter if I listen to them.

Han Fei smiled, poured another glass of wine, and said, "I saw His Majesty staring intently just now, and it doesn't seem like he doesn't like to watch."

The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth curled up, revealing an inexplicable smile: They love to act, and the widows just watch. It's hard to spoil the interest, don't you think so?

This seemingly unintentional sentence almost made Han Fei's heart skip a beat, and even the wine glass he was holding couldn't help shaking.

Ying Zheng hurriedly supported his hand, leveled the wine glass, picked up the silk handkerchief on the table, wiped his hand carefully, and asked softly: What's the matter?But feeling unwell?

He lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes fluttered, and he couldn't see the color of his pupils clearly.

But when he raised his eyes again, he looked cold and indifferent.Then he picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

He pursed his lips and smiled: What the king said is true.

That shallow smile is as bright and beautiful as peaches and plums competing for spring.And the faint blush on his face, like a brocade cherry cloud, became deeper and deeper with that smile.

He gently put his arms around his waist, and leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice: Mr. is drunk?

Han Fei said: "But after drinking two cups, even if I want to get drunk, I won't be the one who gets drunk."

Ying Zhengxun felt Han Fei's tone just now, and an unbelievable thought came to his heart. He asked in a tentative tone: "Sir, are you jealous just now?"

Han Fei didn't answer, he avoided Ying Zheng's scorching gaze without making a sound.

Ying Zheng suppressed the joy that was about to jump out of his heart, and slowly approached him, almost holding him in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "The widow just stared at that person intently, are you unhappy?"

Han Fei looked over to the stage and moved away a little bit. He calmly said, "Your Majesty, in public, you must not exceed the etiquette."

Yingzheng laughed and said, "What kind of etiquette? What the widows do is etiquette."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves, and Zhong He stopped dancing suddenly.

Before Han Fei realized it, he heard a creak, and the heavy palace door was slowly closed. In an instant, only the two of them were left in the huge main hall.

Distraught, he hurriedly stood up.However, Ying Zheng grabbed his arm and brought him down on the cushion covered with thick fur felt.

Seeing his flustered appearance, he smiled slightly, his eyes filled with dark water: Mr. is right, the one who is drunk at the moment should be a widow.

He gently covered himself, untied his belt with one hand, and kissed his slender neck tenderly.

The person on top of him was pressing heavily, and the two felt pads under his body felt uncomfortable under his waist. He grunted and pushed him away a little, but the dexterous tongue wrapped around his Adam's apple, and his whole body trembled. The numbness made his eyes moist.Those half-opened eyes looked through the misty mist, the empty hall, carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and magnificent.

It is exactly the same as the Korean court.

He even saw through the lingering green smoke, those South Korean ministers standing on the stage with their heads lowered and silent. The throne could be seen, but no one dared to look up.

He couldn't help but feel palpitations, his waist visibly stiffened, and his hands violently resisted Ying Zheng's lowering chest. He shook his head and murmured: No...can't be here...

Ying Zheng grabbed his hand tightly and asked, "Why can't you be here?"

Even feeling the tight body, he still hugged him even tighter, and kissed him more and more along the jade-like neck, his voice was dry and hoarse: You are afraid, when you once went up Is this place lucky for me?

His black pupils were blurred, and he nodded slightly.

With a smile, Ying Zheng said softly, "This is not the royal palace of South Korea. Only few people can see what you look like at this time."

He carefully untied the shackles on his body, kissed the exposed chest, that thin body, inherited from the noble lineage of the Korean royal family for hundreds of years, the skin was like nephrite, and the color was like snow.Those hickey marks that he left last night, like plum blossoms, against the frosty skin and snowy skin, are charming.

He was intoxicated, whispered, kissed those red marks affectionately, gently separated his legs, and slowly sent himself in.

The coolness on his chest and the discomfort of being violated dissipated all the alcohol, and Han Fei's eyes became clearer.

He took a closer look at the stage again, and those old ministers suddenly disappeared, and under the wisps of smoke, there were those actors, swinging their sleeves on the stage, walking in a ghostly step, with their skirts floating, performing joyful or sad scenes. play.

In the audience, even though he was unwilling in every possible way, he still had a bright look on his face and a tactful appearance of Cheng Huan. Who said it was not a play?

He smiled shyly, then relaxed himself, his waist and limbs softened, and three thousand black hairs scattered all over the ground.He closed his eyes, and let out a hoarse and low moan in response to his urgent plunder.

It was the sweetest fruit wine in the whole world, far better than Zhong He's singing.

Ying Zheng's hoarse voice seduced him: Han Fei... called the widow by his name...

He bit his lip tightly, refusing to let go.

So he leaned forward again, and kissed those tightly closed lips, persistent but gentle: Han Fei... called the widow's name...

Then he approached step by step, deepened step by step, the hot body pressed together, even the air was on fire, accompanied by a suffocating rhythm, he finally couldn't restrain himself, the two words came out of his mouth with broken moans Read it out slowly: Ah Zheng...

Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng.

He sighed, couldn't hold it anymore, lowered his head and kissed those lips deeply, the lips and tongue were entangled, endlessly, wishing to rub him into his flesh and blood.

And that moaning voice, half hoarse and half seductive, gradually softened and became inaudible.

The night was hazy.

After a fierce love affair, Ying Zheng sent him to the hot spring palace to take a bath as usual.

In the bathing pool made of white marble, mist has already filled the air, and the fragrance of concentration is faint, like blue blossoms.

He took off his clothes one by one, picked him up horizontally, and soaked him into the pool with him.

Forcing Cheng Huan, he was a little overwhelmed, and he lay obediently in his arms without saying a word.And he hugged him behind him, gently pressing his weak and painful waist.

When he pressed the sore spot, Han Fei couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Seeing Han Fei's frown, he blamed himself for pushing him too much, even though the self-control he was proud of would often disappear when Han Fei was panting softly.

He rubbed it flatteringly and asked: Does it still hurt?so comfortable?

Steaming heat surged up, his cheeks were flushed, and he nodded softly.

Ying Zheng looked down at the person in his arms, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, he was docile and well-behaved, but he couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart.

He discussed with him in a soft voice: this time the Wei State was recovered, and it was the birthday of the widow.

Han Fei poured cold water on his face: I won't go.

He closed his eyes, and said calmly: I said before that I would not step into your harem, let alone a person like me, the king is not afraid of being seen.

The look of indifference on his face disturbed him. He was silent for a long time before he sighed slightly. This was also the first time that he did not respond to him.

And this kind of quietness often makes people feel uneasy.

Han Fei asked: Is Your Majesty worried that I am in Qinghe Palace?

Ying Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Sir, I'm too worried. It's just that this day is special and I want to share it with my husband."

Han Fei said: "I am here in Qinghe Palace, and I can also congratulate the king."What's more, the king always puts his mind on me, which is not good for the world, and the reputation of a faint king is in vain.

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Sir, that's right."

There was a warm smile on his face, but his arms held him tighter, his lips were close to his ears, but his eyes looked far away.He said softly: You said you didn't want to step into the widow's harem, and the widow ordered people to build a new palace on Lishan Mountain. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, with lush trees. You will definitely like it.

Han Fei listened, and blamed lightly: The six countries have not yet been unified, and such a large-scale construction is too laborious and costly.

Ying Zheng said: After all, you are afraid that others will say that you are fatuous, right?

Han Fei was noncommittal.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ying Zheng didn't force it, but continued what he said just now and asked: What do you call this new palace?

After thinking for a while, Han Fei pronounced the name: Abang Palace.

But he likes any name he thinks of, not to mention that this name is so nice, abang abang, it looks like the name of a beautiful woman.

Even if all the women in the world are not one ten thousandth as beautiful as him.

He hugged him completely in his arms, his skin was delicate and smooth under the hot spring water, he stroked gently, and said in a low voice: You said that Fusu has a tolerant heart and the talent of an emperor. After the country, it was passed to him, how about we live together?

Han Fei looked at the mist in front of him, and blew lightly. The breath he exhaled was cold, and the hot air in the balls was blown away a little.

He only hesitated for a moment, then replied: Good.

The inaudible response, along with the mist that was blown away, gradually dissipated, as if it had life, it turned into a ball again.

It's like the obsession and nostalgia that Ying Zheng can't let go of.