Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

On the day Yan Heng and Xie Wuqiu arrived in Luocheng, the first heavy snow fell this winter.

The two of them settled down in the inn, Xie Wuqiu took the lead to go downstairs to investigate, and when he came up, he gave Yan Heng a sentence: "A good news or a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Yan Heng embraced the fox fur and leaned against the table, holding a book of scriptures that he didn't know where to find in his hand. He was reading it with great interest, and when he heard this, he glanced at him lazily: "Okay."

"Everything is going well for your brother Zhaoping. With the support of Wang Youan, Pinghuyue and several other ministers, he has successfully moved to the capital." Xie Wuqiu said.

Yan Heng blinked his eyes to show that he heard it.

"Bad news..." Xie Wuqiu went on to say, "Zhang Juan will not give up yet, he may raise his troops to go north."

"What kind of bad news is this?" Yan Heng said.

This was something that had been expected, if Zhai Jing was brought down, Zhang Juan would naturally come up, but that Zhang Jun's name was not right, no matter how much he tried, he would be a traitor, unlike Zhai Jing who had many responders.

"I haven't finished yet," Xie Wuqiu said, "Zhang Jun, I have a helper, guess who it is?"

Yan Heng shook the notebook in his hand, turned a page slowly, and asked casually while reading: "Who is it?"

"The twelfth floor."

Yan Heng's hand stopped suddenly, he raised his eyelids, and looked at Xie Wuqiu.

Xie Wuqiu said rather sarcastically: "No one in the world is surprised by this, only you, the host on the twelfth floor, are very surprised."

Yan Heng frowned, thinking, how could it be possible on the twelfth floor?Could it be that the fake Feihua order was recognized?Even so, the dragons on the second floor have no leader, so who came forward to cooperate with Zhang Juan on their behalf?

Yan Heng turned his gaze back to the script, but his mind was no longer on the script.He pondered for a while, then stood up suddenly.

"Where are you going?" Xie Wuqiu asked him.

"Go back to Yulou first."

Xie Wuqiu stopped him: "It's better to enter the palace."

Yan Heng was puzzled, Xie Wuqiu said: "Don't you miss your brother Zhaoping?"

Even so, Yan Heng was still puzzled, why did Xie Wuqiu stop him from going back to the [-]th floor?But he didn't ask further, just replied: "Alright, let's go to Ping Mansion."

***

Yan Heng entered the palace this time, but failed to meet Zhaoping.

With the help of Pinghuyue, he disguised himself as the small yellow gate in the palace and was taken all the way into the Changle Palace. The green-clothed emissary at the gate closed the gate of the palace, and it was Shangshu Wang Youan who came out from behind the screen in the inner room to greet him.

"Lord Yan, I have been admiring you for a long time." Wang You'an arrived before his voice came.

After seeing the person coming, Yan Heng pursed his lips, and it took a long time before he replied: "Jiu Yang."

They looked at each other.Wang Youan was an old minister who followed the late emperor, and Zhai Jing always wanted to take him into his own hands. On the surface, he seemed to be advising Prime Minister Zhai, but he would still choose to stick to his original position whenever there was a major event, and he had been secretly accumulating resources and resources for Liu Yi. In terms of strength, Yan Heng reconnected with Liu Yi in the first year of Jianli, and he relied on him.

So from then on Wang Youan also knew what Yan Heng was doing.

It's just that compared to Yan Heng's confidence in his position, he still has doubts about Yan Heng.

The twelfth floor and the golden hazel song, which Yan Heng has mastered, are fatal if they are taken out, so they have to be guarded against.

Yan Heng understood that this meeting might also be his arrangement.

Wang You'an seemed to have seen what Yan Heng was thinking: "Don't be cold-hearted, Lord Yan. From the beginning of His Majesty's ascension to the throne, you have to do all the important things yourself, and you really can't afford to be born." Besides, it is not appropriate to meet him at such a sensitive time.

"Your Majesty trusts you very much," Wang You'an added, maybe it was out of courtship, or for other reasons.In short, Yan Heng listened without saying a word.

"This time he was going out of the palace to welcome you back to Luocheng... He said he wanted to clear your name in front of the world."

Yan Heng looked at him, Wang Youan's expression was honest and fearless: "I stopped it."

Yan Heng frowned slightly: "It should be so. I don't agree with this move either."

Wang Youan was a little surprised.

Yan Heng continued: "If people in the world know that the Twelfth Floor is helpful to this matter, Yu Zhao...Your Majesty Yu will have a bad reputation. Besides, I would rather keep this secret for the rest of my life."

Wang Youan looked at Yan Heng seriously, as if he was judging the truth of his words, and at the same time showed a hint of admiration, he twirled the wat in his hand - it was a long time since the morning, and he was still clinging to the wat, wanting to come Afterwards, he was still thinking about what happened in the court.He seemed to be careless, and suddenly changed the subject:

"The Louzhu Yan is well managed, and the twelfth floor is getting stronger and stronger."

Yan Heng looked at Wang Youan and said nothing.

"Everyone knows that Zhang Jun's navy in Guangling is invincible in the world, and he might suffer a loss in a land battle. However, I heard that Zhang Juan now has other helpers?"

Yan Heng narrowed his eyes.

"Zhang Jun from the south, the son of heaven in the capital, perhaps there are countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark night, waiting, just waiting for the snipe and clam to fight and the fisherman wins." Wang Youan walked to a pair of calligraphy and painting, turned his back to Looking at Yan Heng, it seemed that he was casually judging the current situation.

But this insinuation is too obvious.He didn't try to hide it at all.

Yan Heng followed Wang Youan's back: "What does Wang Shangshu mean?"

"I just want to ask a question for the emperor who was born in the first year of Jianli." Wang Youan turned his head indifferently, and looked at Yan Heng, "Wubaitou, Ma Shengjiao, Lord Yan...you, are you still the original intention?"

Behind him, there are vast mountains and rivers, boundless wind and moon created by ink and wash.There was light hidden under his calm eyes, and he carefully discerned every trace of Yan Heng's reaction.

And in front of him, the young master who came in wearing thin clothes and thin shoes in the wind and snow lowered his head and slightly curled the corners of his mouth, feeling relieved, bitter, helpless but without regret.

Yan Heng took out six flying flower tokens from his skirt, and gently placed them on the candle table beside him.

Wang You'an recognized at a glance that it was the Fei Hua Token from the [-]th floor, and he also knew that it was a symbol of the rights of the [-]th floor.The twelfth floor has always recognized the order but not the person. Whoever controls the Feihua order is the master.

Now Yan Heng put half of the rights on the [-]th floor there, without blinking his eyes.

It was only because he asked whether the original intention was at ease.

"Based on these six decrees, Luodu Tingyu Tower, Huanyu Tower, Xingyang Mengyu Tower, Chang'an Shiyu Tower, Guangling Weiyu Tower, Kuaiji Liangyu Tower... are waiting for His Majesty's orders."

What Wang Youan didn't know was that these six coins were all Yan Heng had.

And Yan Heng didn't expect that after handing over the six flying flower tokens, he completely lost control of the twelfth floor.

***

"See? What did you say?"

As soon as Yan Heng got into the carriage outside the palace gate, Xie Wuqiu lay on his side in the back of the carriage, leaning on his elbow and asking Yan Heng.

"Are you crying? Are you complaining to each other? Is brother Zhaoping so moved? Did you allow you to be a high-ranking official? After chatting for a while, you are willing to leave?"

For some reason, Xie Wuqiu's tone was tingly, which was inexplicably unpleasant to Yan Heng's ears.Yan Heng only thought that he had waited too long in the car, so he complained a few words.So he ignored Xie Wuqiu's insinuation.

But Xie Wuqiu was even more unhappy after being left out in the cold. He patted the couch to attract Yan Heng's attention: "What do you want to ask? Let me see, are your eyes red from crying?" As he spoke, he turned over and moved closer.

Yan Heng dodged a bit in disgust, and pushed away his face that was too close: "Be honest, the car will collapse under your shock."

Xie Wuqiu finally saw Yan Heng's depressed mood, he was very surprised, and asked tentatively: "Isn't it...? Could it be that your younger brother Zhaoping disregarded you as a hero?"

"Okay." Yan Heng waved his hands impatiently, "Zhaoping is my younger brother, not your younger brother. Don't call each other Zhaoping's brother affectionately. Pay attention to the name of the emperor."

"Tch." Xie Wuqiu curled his lips in disdain, turned his face away, and muttered, "You should pay attention to yourself, besides, which younger brother can compare to my little cousin?"

Yan Heng glanced at Xie Wuqiu, and hummed softly.

However, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.Just for a moment, he quickly covered it up.

This little cousin is indeed quite reliable. The carriage belongs to Pinghuyue, and it was empty when he came. Now Xie Wuqiu has thoughtfully put a tiger fur on it, and put a few small heaters on it, so when Yan Heng sat down, he felt like a fresh start. Warm to the feet.

The little cousin was extremely hot, so he stuck a fan to the window to fan himself, and was careful not to blow Yan Heng.

Feeling relieved all of a sudden, Yan Heng said softly: "Next time, you don't have to bother to prepare these."

Xie Wuqiu snorted: "No preparation, can you do it with your broken body?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that was casually resting on the couch suddenly covered another cold hand, and his hand that was shaking the fan paused, and Yan Heng had already sat down.

For some reason, Xie Wuqiu didn't dare to look back, pretended nothing happened, and continued fanning.

"Aren't you just a big natural heater?" Yan Heng smiled lightly, "So, there is no need for these. You are enough."

Yan Heng didn't want to speak so ambiguously. His original intention was just to express his gratitude. Seeing that Xie Wuqiu was indifferent, he tried to speak more sincerely. Unexpectedly, after saying this, Xie Wuqiu completely stopped moving and stared at him without saying a word. Car curtains, I don't know what's on them.

Yan Heng thought to himself: Did you say something wrong?Maybe it shouldn't be described that way, as if he was still using him.

He withdrew his hand somewhat embarrassingly, and was about to sit back to the original position when Xie Wuqiu grabbed his wrist, Xie Wuqiu held him tightly, turned his head, stared at him and said: "Yes."

"Ok?"

"I said, you're right."

Xie Wuqiu grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms: "I am enough." While speaking, he grabbed the small stove in Yan Heng's hand and threw it aside.

"...It doesn't need to be like this." Yan Heng pushed, indicating that he doesn't need to hug so tightly.

Xie Wuqiu did not let go at all, and said solemnly: "Be honest, the car will collapse under your shock."

Yan Heng: "..."

"Xie Wuqiu, something is hitting me..."

"It's a kiss on the neck."

"……yes?"

"if not?"

"..."

The winter snow in Luodu has just arrived, so why does it seem to be starting to heat up this day?

Really puzzling.