Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Chapter 56 Jinjiang Literature City

After breakfast, some palace servants lowered their heads and removed the dishes on the table one by one. Huo Yanyu asked the palace maid to bring a basin of water, tried it himself, and soaked Qingyuan's hand in the water. He lowered his eyes and used it. The fragrant soap was washed carefully, and then dried with a white sweat towel.

Qingyuan's fingers are long and slender, with distinct joints, a thin layer of calluses on the palm, and the round and smooth nails that are trimmed quietly cover them, revealing a touch of pink.

He looked at it, then pulled it to his lips and kissed, "I'll accompany you to Mingji Hall later." Anyway, there's nothing wrong here, Huo Yanyu doesn't want to stay here alone.

He is actually very clingy to Qingyuan, wishing they could be together all the time.

Qingyuan smiled, "Okay," stretched out his hand and rubbed Huo Yanyu's soft black hair, "The maids of the Mingji Palace are going to talk in private again that this noble gentleman is so fierce."

As soon as the incident in Mingji Palace happened, the maids there bowed their heads when they saw Qingyuan for the first few days. If Huo Yanyu happened to be there again, they would tremble like chaff sieves, making them look very pitiful.

Huo Yanyu raised his eyebrows, "Why, are you afraid of your fierce noble?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of warning.

Qingyuan really said 'hmm', "I'm afraid, I'm terribly afraid."

Huo Yanyu showed a satisfied look on his face, raised his chin slightly, and said proudly, "It's better if you're afraid, so you won't get involved with others outside."

The last few words were slurred, and Qingyuan couldn't hear them clearly.

He took Huo Yanyu's hand and went with him to Mingji Hall.

The hall is very deep and wide, and there are already a pile of booklets on the heavy desks. Please Anzhe and Zuo Shizhe are mixed together, and it is a headache to look at it at a glance.

Qingyuan rubbed his temples, and a writing brush dipped in cinnabar was handed over to his hands. When it came to autumn, most of the presentations were about the autumn harvest in various places. When Qingyuan ascended the throne and amnesty the world for one year, now the time is approaching. Some officials proposed to reduce Qingyuan took a look at the corvee matter, and then commented on it.

It has only been 22 years since the founding of the country, and this is the best time to recuperate, but the treasury is empty, most of them have to raise soldiers, and the rest are reserved for disaster relief, such as locust disasters, floods, and droughts occur almost every year, but there are big and small Forget it, down below the common people have no money, up above the treasury is empty, and there is only the riches of the middle aristocratic families.

And the leader among them is... the Huo family of Bingzhou, which is Huo Yanyu's family!

Thinking of this, Qingyuan froze for a moment, the tip of the pen touched the memorial and left a shocking red mark, he put the pen aside with his brows slightly folded, and slowly fell back on the chair by himself.

Huo Yanyu kept looking at him, and after seeing the tired look on his face, he gently rubbed Qingyuan's temples. He glanced at the memorial, "Is there something wrong again?"

There are a lot of such memorials every day, and officials from all over the country submit them. Even Qingyuan couldn't rest for a while at the beginning of last year.

Qingyuan whispered, "No."

Huo Yanyu rubbed it for a while, "You take a break, I'll read you the Announcement."

There are memorials and greetings submitted from various places. The latter can write relatively casual words. Huo Yanyu flipped through a book, "This book is about the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I also asked if it rained in the capital. I want you to pay more attention to it." Dragon body."

Qingyuan nodded, and replied lazily, "I see."

Huo Yanyu flicked his pen, and wrote the four characters of "I know" in a fluttering manner.

After he finished writing, he admired it for a while. The more he read it, the more he felt satisfied. He picked it up and handed it to Qingyuan like a treasure, and said happily, "See if the words I wrote recently have become more beautiful?"

When he was in school, Huo Yanyu didn't want to think about Qingyuan in the future, he propped his chin to look at Qingyuan every day, his homework was very average, his writing...it was hard to describe.

Looking at the words on the memorial, Qingyuan felt that his poor handwriting could be passed on to the Jiangnan generation. He took a piece of snow-white rice paper, held Huo Yanyu's hand and wrote stroke by stroke: Qingyuan.

The black and white words formed an extremely stark contrast. It seemed as if something had slipped quickly in his mind, and it dissipated before he could grasp it. Huo Yanyu glanced at the words on it, and asked in puzzlement, "Why did you write the word 'congratulations'?"

Qingyuan looked down, and found that the original "Qingyuan Huo Yanyu" had become "Qingyuan He". He slowly erased the last word, without any emotion in his voice, "I heard that King Yan passed away when I went to court today. , his son He Louming came to the throne, maybe he is a little uneasy."

Huo Yanyu added the last three words by himself, and dusted the rice paper with great satisfaction.

Seeing his movement, Qingyuan slightly raised his lips.

This kind of smile didn't last long, the thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under the eyelids, he looked down at the content presented on the memorial, his eyes were as deep as the summer night sky, and he was in the Huo family...

A few days have passed, and it has rained a lot these days, and the weather has obviously turned cold.

The current empress dowager has been practicing in the Buddhist temple since the death of the first emperor, and it is her birthday in the past few days. The empress dowager does not want to make large-scale arrangements, so Qingyuan can only go to the Buddhist temple to see him.

She made a special trip to write a letter saying that she wanted to see Wang Jun, and Qingyuan went with Gu Jing.

The Buddhist temple is on the outskirts of the capital, and they didn't make much publicity when they went there. Both of them changed into regular clothes and left the palace with some guards.

The carriage was parked outside the east gate, there was no royal mark on it, a white hand stretched out, Gu Jing smiled and said, "Your Majesty."

He was dressed in a moon-white robe, his whole body was gentle and elegant, and there was a touch of book breath between his brows, like a young man in troubled times.

Qingyuan paused for a while, then took his hand and entered the car. There was a soft blanket in the car, and the animal head incense burner in the corner was burning with curling smoke, slowly rising to the sky again. Feeling empty, Gu Jing brewed a cup of tea and handed it to Qingyuan, and then handed over the prepared cakes, "It's a long journey, if your majesty is hungry, have some snacks first."

Qingyuan didn't eat any pastries, but only took a sip of the tea, which was fragrant and refreshing, and even the temperature of the water was the most suitable.

Gu Jing is always like this, usually everything in his hands is always in order, which brings people a feeling of spring breeze.

Qingyuan paused, usually he was with Huo Yanyu, if he was here, he would have hugged himself and would not let go. Although he and Gu Jing have been married for two years, they have only a handful of time alone, and now they are in a closed space , I was a little at a loss.

His eyes slowly swept over Gu Jing who was sitting upright beside him, "Are... are you recovering from your illness?"

There was a little more smile in Gu Jing's eyes, "Your Majesty is concerned, it's already healed."

Qingyuan gave a soft 'oh', so the two of them had nothing to say.

A moment of silence spread, Qingyuan closed his eyes, the cushion beside him suddenly sank, he opened his eyes subconsciously, but saw that Gu Jing's hand had already touched his shoulder, and said softly, "I think your majesty is a little tired, so I will Your Majesty rubs the acupuncture points."

Qingyuan moved a little uncomfortably, Gu Jing pressed as if he didn't notice it, his strength was moderate, and after a few strokes, the soreness on his shoulders slowly disappeared, but he got very close, and Gu Jing's breath enveloped him from behind It's hard for people to ignore him.

Qingyuan reached out his hand to stop his movement, he turned his head to look at the person beside him, and asked somewhat seriously, "Gu Jing, would you like to leave the palace?"

Gu Jing lowered his eyes and murmured softly, and repeated without any emotion, "Leaving the palace?"

Qingyuan's voice came to his ears clearly in the carriage, and he said, "If you are willing, there will be no king in this world, only Gu Jing." He took the figure of the other party into his eyes, Zhilan Yushu, Gentle and elegant, this kind of person should not be trapped in the deep palace.

Gu Jing's eyes darkened for a moment, then he looked up at Qingyuan fixedly, and asked softly, "What did I do wrong that His Majesty wants to drive me out?"

His tone was gentle and elegant, and there was no questioning tone, but Qingyuan avoided his sight for a moment.

Qingyuan said dryly, "Gu Jing, you didn't do anything wrong," he said while looking at the censer still filled with smoke, "I always feel sorry for you, and I feel quite guilty for you."

Gu Jing had a brilliant literary talent when he was young. If it hadn't happened for that incident, he might be able to achieve something now, instead of being confined to the court and getting thinner day by day.

Gu Jing suddenly smiled. He was originally handsome, but there was a bit of wanton aggression when he smiled, like a simple and elegant painting, but suddenly there was a thick and colorful stroke, with contradictory beauty, "Your Majesty is Do you feel sorry for me or... guilty of him?"

When Huo Yanyu found out about this, he was in heart-piercing pain for a few days. Qingyuan's first reaction was to explain to Huo Yanyu that the relationship between the two of them was going to end. All of this was within his expectations, but he did not expect it What's more... Huo Yanyu, who has always been proud, would rather be a side king than give up.

Gu Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said slowly, "I have been kicked out of the house by my father, if you say let me go out of the palace, where can I go?"

His words were like a knife piercing the flesh, and like a spider's thread clinging to a mosquito, so Qingyuan couldn't say a word.

Gu Taifu didn't say a word to Qingyuan after he knew about this, but felt guilty that he didn't raise his son well. Being loyal to the emperor, patriotic and uninterested in political power, he directly removed Gu Jing from the family tree.

Since then, Wang Jun Gu Jing has no relationship with the Gu family.

Qingyuan's voice was a little hoarse, he closed his eyes, "Sorry."

Gu Jing shook his head lightly, his voice was as calm as ever, "Your Majesty doesn't need to say these words."

The hand under his sleeve was slowly clenched, as if grasping something, a slight smile flashed in his eyes, this person Qingyuan is actually very responsible, he can use guilt to trap this person for two years, naturally It can also be trapped for a lifetime.

As for Huo Yanyu...

The corners of Gu Jing's lips curved slightly, let him disappear into this world.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Buddhist temple, the abbot in cassock was already there to welcome him. He clasped his hands together and said, "Your Majesty."

Qingyuan, "There's no need to be too polite."

The abbot said respectfully, "Today the teacher opened the altar to give a lecture, Taoist Jingchen coerced his disciples to visit, if His Majesty meets..." At this point, he paused slightly, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Taoist Jingchen is a mundane cultivator. It is rumored among the people that some of them can ascend through the void and become immortals. The emperor is very concerned about longevity. In the previous dynasty, the emperor searched for these people from all over the world.

Qingyuan didn't care about longevity, and said, "Of course I won't ask about ghosts and gods."

The abbot said, "That's good."

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