On the spreading eaves of Zichen Hall, the glazed tiles and golden roof shimmered in the noon sun. Shan Yunxin, dressed in an ink Taoist robe, was sitting on a regimental chair, holding a scroll in one hand and playing with Buddhist beads in the other. He didn't look like an emperor, but rather

He really looks a bit more like an outsider.

But soon, this illusion was broken.

Chang followed his footsteps and hurriedly bowed in, passing a thin roll of paper over his head with both hands, "Your Majesty, this is from outside the palace, please take a look."

Shan Yunxin threw the scroll on the table, took it, and unfolded it.

"Ask Chi Qinglang to come see me immediately." Shan Yunxin lowered his hand and threw the note into the incense burner.

"This slave accepts the order." Chang Shun moved quickly and raised his hand after leaving the palace to ask people to do it.

Shan Yunxin lowered her eyes and looked at the exquisite bronze incense burner on the table. The original rich and deep Buddhist incense had a bit of burnt smell, and the red light of burning white paper could be vaguely seen.

There was also a hint of redness in his eyes, and he took a deep breath of the turbid aroma.

Shan Yunxin only felt that Master An Yin's skills were not as good as before, and the smell of the spices he prepared did not make people feel calm.

On the contrary, it was the smell in the dream, which was confusing, warm, and seemed to come from flesh and blood, that made him feel more at ease.

Shan Yunxin felt a little irritated when she thought about her dream. The person she hugged beside her every day in her dream could not be seen during the day.

After not seeing each other for so many days, she had other thoughts. Thinking of this, Shan Yunxin twisted the sandalwood beads engraved with scriptures and felt lost in thought for a moment.

"With your majesty's outfit, are you a disciple of Buddha or a disciple of Taoism? I can't understand." Chi Qinglang's voice brought back Shan Yunxin's thoughts.

"I am here to see you, Your Majesty." Chi Qinglang bowed slowly and leisurely.

Shan Yunxin waved his hand and asked him to take a seat opposite him.

"You came so late, who caught Mr. Chi's feet?" Shan Yunxin stretched out his long arm, took out the blue-covered book from Chi Qinglang's waist, and shook it off twice.

Seeing his attitude, Chi Qinglang had some idea. He was not in a hurry to answer the question, but instead asked for water, "Wei Chen's legs are sore from running so fast. It's a hot day, and your Majesty didn't even mention giving me a reward."

Bowl of herbal tea.”

Shan Yunxin looked at the chess records in his hand and casually called Chang Shun.

Chang Shun smiled and brought ice bowls to the two of them, "Damn it, slave. I forgot about it in my busy schedule."

Chi Qinglang drank half a cup with a smile, looked at the black and red herbal tea, and said teasingly: "This is a good licorice and plum soup, what did you add? It's almost sweet enough to make Wei Chen's teeth wet."

Shan Yunxin knocked on the table impatiently with her book, "Drink your drink."

Chang Shun smiled and explained: "I added brown sugar to it. Licorice is cool in nature. Although it relieves heat, it is better to warm the body for the sake of health."

"That's all, brown sugar replenishes the blood. A man like me, I really can't get used to drinking it." Chi Qinglang put down the porcelain cup and refused to drink any more, "Why did your Majesty change the taste?"

Shan Yunxin tasted it slowly and seemed to have endless aftertaste.

In the dream, Concubine Shu was weak and became even stronger after giving birth to the prince.

In winter, I feel afraid of the cold, and my hands and feet feel cold; in summer, I sweat again, and when held in my arms, I feel like a piece of melted rock candy, sweet and icy.

Especially in his childhood days, he was very noisy and had a bad temper. Shan Yunxin thought about those steamed bun-like feet, which were as soft as if they had no bones, sticking to his clothes and digging into his arms. Just like a stick.

Like a human kitten, it stepped on his abdominal muscles and scratched downwards with evil intention.

Because he was afraid that she would be greedy for cold drinks, Shan Yunxin ordered that the licorice and plum soup in Changle Palace should not only add brown sugar, but also be warm in the mouth. You Tingrong was not happy and had to force him to drink it, but he did not expect that it would make him reform.

Got the taste.

At this time, Chi Qinglang stabbed his tasteless woman, and Shan Yunxin just glanced at him with raised eyebrows and did not refute.

"I didn't know that you, a lousy chess player, was so obsessed with chess that you neglected your duties and went to buy a book." Shan Yunxin pointed at the book "The Immortal Secret of the Stone Chamber" on the table, indicating something.

"It's just that I'm not very good at this, so I just want to learn a few things, so as not to ruin His Majesty's elegance in the future."

Chi Qinglang reached out to take it, but Shan Yunxin pinned the book firmly on the table, "Your Majesty, I bought this with real money."

"Take my salary, but do business and private affairs, show mercy at every turn... Confiscated!" Shan Yunxin picked up the book and flipped through it in his hand.

"Your Majesty, as the king of a country, is not doing his job to spy on the women of a good family. This is also the wrong thing for me to do." Chi Qinglang tilted his head slightly, "I really can't see such a despicable thing. If you turn a blind eye, it is really not what a gentleman does.

."

"Are you really not selfish?" Shan Yunxin's eyes were deep.

Chi Qinglang sighed, "My fair lady, a gentleman is so timid."

"She is not a weak woman in your eyes. Maybe it was you who disturbed others' good things." Shan Yunxin sneered.

"Wei Chen remembers that His Majesty and Miss You only met once, and he scared her away after saying a word. How come His Majesty said he knew a lot about her?" Chi Qinglang was curious, "But Wei Chen actually met Miss You.

It’s quite a hit with me.”

"We'll see, my fate with her is not enough for outsiders to understand." Shan Yunxin stood up, took a memorial from the desk, and threw it to Chi Qinglang, "If you are too busy, start helping me draft a letter to Xidi.

Let’s negotiate a peace treaty.”

Chi Qinglang perked up and asked, "The border war has stopped?"

Shan Yunxin nodded, squinting slightly with a sinister look in his eyes, "It's time to arrange things in the capital... I've endured this for long enough."

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Youfu

At dusk, the red sun sets in the west and the courtyard is warm.

The light in the room dimmed, and You Tingrong was sitting by the window. An old book was placed on the low table, and the thin paper was held between his white jade fingers.

Aomachi opened the lampshade and lit the wick, "Miss, I hurt my eyes carefully."

You Tingrong turned over a page and looked up out of the window. People were walking back and forth, and the shouts of carrying things were mixed in. It was very lively.

"The old lady asked Mother Zhou to take the young master away in the afternoon. She said that she would personally discipline the young master in the future. At this moment, everything has been moved almost." Qingmachi snickered and said: "As soon as the third aunt came back, she was taken away by the old man.

My wife has been sent to the Buddhist temple, I'm afraid she still doesn't know about it! We've had a lot of fun watching it."

You Tingrong looked at her excited look and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

Because the old lady was busy with You Tingqing's affairs today, she specially sent a message so that You Tingrong did not have to go over to serve the dinner, so You Tingrong had loosened his hair early. At this time, his long hair was half untied, and he was leaning on it lazily, with a black face.

With snow-white hair and skin, the beauty is so soul-stirring.

Next to the warm orange candlelight, a pair of smiling eyes, shimmering in the water, moved people's hearts, "The show has to wait until father comes back to start."

"Although I favor her, can I still disobey the old lady for her?" Aomachi didn't believe it.

You Tingrong nodded her forehead, "You don't know this. You can't tell with Third Yiniang's tears... She can really cry and soften my father's heart."

"What's more, no mother can compete with her son. A mother's heart is always softer."
Chapter completed!