Since he was rescued by Yi Huaiyu from bandits six years ago, the young Shen Junfang has made up his mind to dedicate his life to this majestic future emperor, and Yi Huaiyu has given him far more in return than others.
——Status, reputation, trust, and the opportunity to leave a lasting legacy.
A virtuous king and a good minister are generally like this, right? Like the relationship between them, they trust each other and support each other. Yi Huaiyu can see his childish and youthful side, and he can also see Yi Huaiyu's gentle and unruly part.
But why, why could one sentence make the eyes of the emperor he admired and followed turn cold, and even his expression condensed like frost? Did he say the wrong thing? Or...inadvertently, he had stepped into Yi Huai's arms.
An inviolable area in Yu’s heart?
Shen Junfang panicked for a while, and when he subconsciously stepped back, he accidentally hit the wooden chair and made a loud noise.
Yi Huaiyu's unreadable dark eyes kept staring at Shen Junfang, like arrows, more like an alert beast.
After a long time, a sudden chuckle broke the silence.
"Look, I'm scaring you. I'm just joking with you. Recently you've been busy rewriting the laws on farm taxes and teaching those monkey-like brats. Are you exhausted?" You were still confused.
Shen Junfang hesitated to answer. Yi Huaiyu waved his hand and sat back in the large wooden chair. The smile on his lips seemed to be no different from usual, "It's strange that I always treat you like an iron man and don't even have a chance to rest."
Here. Let’s do this. I’ll give you half a month to relax. Anyway, there’s nothing going on in the court recently and the harem is stable. If you handle the affairs at hand these two days, you won’t have to go to court. In your free time, take care of those little monkeys for me.
, how about making the concubines and concubines feel at ease?"
Shen Jun felt reassured but still had lingering fears, and nodded uneasily.
He didn't know if Yi Huaiyu heard something from what he just said. At the same time, he was also confused by Yi Huaiyu's sudden suggestion to let him rest. Whether he was tired or not, and what he had just talked about Sima Yuan and Sima Tulan.
Does it matter? If Yi Huaiyu thinks that his words lack consideration, then the logical result is to point it out rather than saying that he is tired. Over the years, his outspoken advantages - or shortcomings - Yi Huaiyu has always been very good at it.
Appreciate, why is this time different?
If Yi Huaiyu is really aware of his vague feelings for the queen...
Shen Junfang did not dare to think any further.
I promised to be loyal to her for the rest of my life, but now I have unreasonable thoughts about the queen. What else could this be but betrayal?
Guilt and pain were like invisible vines tightly wrapped around the young Imperial Master. His eyes, which had never dimmed, suddenly became timid, and he could not even look into the eyes of Yi Huaiyu. He left in such chaos that Shen Junfang could not even remember.
How I staggered back to my residence, with only one thing lingering on my mind, weighing heavily, and lingering.
Everything he cherishes may be destroyed by his own hands.
The days in winter are extremely short, and they always pass in the blink of an eye. After the warm sunshine recedes, it is a freezing night, with howling winds and dripping water turning into ice.
During the Hundred Days Banquet of the Seventh Prince, Sima Duran said that she was still ill. She was already tired of the concubines who liked to stir up trouble and scheming overtly and covertly. She was even more unwilling to watch the scenes of Su Shiyun and Yi Huaiyu's deep affection - she could convince them.
She is not consumed by the flames of jealousy, but this does not mean that she can calmly face the man she loves and fall in love with others. Since she cannot change the fact, she just needs to see less and listen less.
It’s self-deception, who knows?
It was late at night and she was bored. She called the palace maid to take Yi Chenyu to bed. After that, Sima Duran sat in front of the dowry and was in a daze for a while. In fact, she didn't think about anything. When she came to her senses, she heard that it was already the fourth watch outside.
, he sighed and stood up to check if the door was closed properly.
The name of the Huanqing Palace was destined to house a cold queen. Which of the other concubine palaces was not crowded with maids and eunuchs? Only the Huanqing Palace was sparsely populated. Sima Duran would suffer from insomnia at the slightest movement.
Not even a single person was left standing by at the door, showing no signs of being a queen of a country.
"A bunch of lazy people don't know how to practice."
When she realized that there was a gap in the door that was too big and the cold wind was seeping in, Sima Tulan cursed lowly and found a piece of cloth to block it, but found that the door could not be closed tightly, and a black shadow blocked the pale moonlight from outside the door.
On the ground.
"Who is it?" Sima Duran suddenly opened the door and shouted, a big hand unexpectedly covered her lips, and gave her thin shoulder a heavy push. Sima Duran then followed the figure of the person and retreated into the bedroom.
"What are you shouting? Aren't you afraid of waking up Yu'er?" A slightly dissatisfied voice whispered in his ears. Sima Duran happened to use the light in the room to see the person clearly. Unexpectedly, it turned out that he had not been in the room for nearly a year.
Emperor Yi Huaiyu stayed at Huanqing Palace.
Sima Tulan took a long breath and patted his chest, frowning slightly: "Why don't you tell someone to report it? It's so late at night, I thought it was a bad guy from somewhere."
"Do I need to report? Is it the royal land in the whole world? All the land in Dayao belongs to me. Do I need to ask the queen for permission before walking in the palace?"
Hearing that Yi Huaiyu's tone was unkind, Sima Tulan took a deep breath, raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "Is the emperor angry outside? Is it because he made Concubine Jing angry and didn't go in through the gate of Lianchenxuan, or because some concubine who doesn't know what is good and what is good has done it again?
Are you talking too much? If you are angry outside, vent it outside. Don't come to me to vent your anger."
Looking at the entire Yao Kingdom, only Sima Tulan dared to speak to Yi Huaiyu like this. She was known to have a bad temper, and Yi Huaiyu had been used to it for many years, either tolerating or walking away. The strange thing was that this night,
Yi Huaiyu unusually did not argue with her or leave. Instead, he extinguished the candle and stood with his hands behind his back in the dark night.
"Close the door."
Sima Tulan couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Yi Huaiyu was selling in the gourd. He hesitated for a moment and closed the door. He walked a step away from Yi Huaiyu and stopped. His tone was much more cautious than before: "It's rare to see you coming here on your own initiative. Did something happen?
Something? Does it have anything to do with my brother?"
"Do I have to have a reason for coming to see you?" Yi Huaiyu asked calmly, taking a step forward and getting close to Sima Tulan, but his expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness, "Or... you don't want to see me?"
"I don't usually invite you, so what good can come from suddenly showing up? It's probably because my brother got into trouble again, or maybe something in the harem is an eyesore to the emperor, so he came here to find fault with me."
Sima Duran complained angrily, and suddenly her ears felt warm, half of her cheek was held by warm hands, followed by a slight pain in her lips, and he kissed her casually three or three times. She was stunned and stood there.
The ground was at a loss. What invaded in the darkness was the sound of the clothes rubbing together, the belts were untied, and the big hands that had no idea of tenderness and sweetness were rashly reaching for the ice muscles and jade bones.
That is blunt and rough and has nothing to do with joy and love.