Chen Zhuo came out from the house to help her lead the horse. When he saw a few people still standing stupidly, he urged with a wicked smile: "Why are you still standing there? Are you waiting to be punished?"
The dusk drum was thumping, and they had no time to think, so they subconsciously responded and helped Zhang Jin go inside.
Chen Zhuo looked at their trembling legs from behind and smiled mischievously.
The expected difficulties did not happen. Chen Zhuo arranged them in the courtyard where Zhang Jin lived and ignored them.
Si Yiluo was soaking in the bathtub, thinking about how to solve the case of King Rong's assassination. There were so many cases happening every day, and not every case could reveal the truth.
It doesn't matter what the truth is, what matters is what kind of truth Emperor Yao wants.
If she were not in this position, Prince Rong's life and death would have nothing to do with her...
Thinking about the case gave her a headache, and a pair of hands pressed on her temples.
Si Yiluo closed her eyes, and the force on Wei Heyan's fingers was neither light nor heavy, just enough to relieve her pain.
"The Emperor has just issued a decree for His Royal Highness Prince Rong to work with the Ministry of Rites to organize the palace examination in three days."
"Is His Royal Highness Prince Rong's injury healed?" Wei Heyan turned around and went out to sit on a chair and started pouring tea. Si Yiluo stood up, put on his clothes, and followed him out and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want to pave the way for His Royal Highness Prince Rong?"
Zhuo Wen, the Minister of Rites, was the father-in-law of King Rong. King Rong had the least resistance in the Ministry of Rites, so it was naturally easy for him to establish prestige and accumulate merit.
Wei Heyan rarely talked to her about government affairs, but he talked to her more recently.
Maybe she will know this information when she goes to court tomorrow, so there is nothing wrong with telling her in advance.
Emperor Yao's intention was very obvious. Not only would other people in the court not stop him, they would even raise their hands in approval, because this meant that Emperor Yao began to delegate power to the prince. Only by delegating power could others have a chance.
Looking at his calm appearance, Si Yiluo wanted to ask him what he thought and whether he was willing to see this situation...
Wei Heyan held the teacup with his eyes vacant. He liked to close his eyes and fall asleep when he was meditating, and he would occasionally show this look.
After a while, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea, looked up at her and said with a smile: "It's a good thing for you and Zhou Zhan. Shang Yangzi's illness will soon be cured..."
Si Yiluo didn't know how to answer the call.
Recently, there has often been a situation between the two of them. Instead of talking about everything, there is a layer of separation between them, especially when talking about political affairs.
Si Yiluo was always guessing what he was thinking, and when the two of them got along, her feeling of weakness came back.
Maybe it’s because the ordinary days have been too long...
Wei Heyan knocked her on the head and asked with a wicked smile: "What are you thinking about? Is it because there are too many male pets in the house that you don't like the governor? You don't know how to dry your hair..."
He habitually grabbed two cloth towels, held her in his arms, and slowly wiped her wet hair.
Si Yiluo rested her chin on his shoulder and hugged his waist with both hands, coveting the smell of his body and every moment with him.
To her, this kind of happiness was like a dream that could disappear at any time. She was afraid that when she opened her eyes again, she would still be alone in the darkness.
No one knew how uneasy and insecure she felt at this time.
All the fragility was wrapped up in a hard shell by her. Some of the emotions she felt were pretentious, and many words came to her lips before she swallowed them and then digested them on her own.
With your ear against his neck, you can hear his beating pulse. The feeling at this moment is the most real.
"Tired?"
A very light sentence made Si Yiluo's eyes sore. She didn't dare to open her eyes, nodded, and buried her head in him. She felt him caressing the top of her head and inserting his fingers in her hair to help her straighten it out.
"Wait for me for a while, I'll be quick..."
Si Yiluo felt his body light up, and he picked him up like a child and put him on the bed. This action was considered normal among couples, but Si Yiluo felt ashamed, feeling that he was being pretentious and that he was seriously ill.
She can swing a large knife weighing dozens of kilograms with one hand, and she can cut people as easily as she can chop vegetables and melons. The word "shy" is really inappropriate when used on her.
There was a sound of water running in the bathroom, and Si Yiluo covered his head and rolled inside to pretend to be dead.
The quilt was lifted, and Wei Heyan picked her up with his long arms and hugged her, resting his chin on top of her head.
"When two people sleep, there is no need to cover them so tightly. It will get hot at night."
His fingers touched her cheek, and Wei Heyan put his palm against her forehead.
"Why is it so hot? Do you have a fever?"
Si Yiluo coughed slightly and said uncomfortably: "No, I'm hot."
Wei Heyan didn't believe it, so she got out of the bed and said, "I'm sweating. I'll just let it dry for a while."
"Be careful if you catch a cold!" Wei Heyan grabbed her back and said, "What's the weather like now? It's warm during the day and cold at night. If you're not careful, you'll catch a cold. You'd better cover yourself up."
It was still early, and it was rare for the two of them to get together, so they were reluctant to fall asleep immediately.
Si Yiluo turned around to face him, looking at Wei Heyan timidly.
Even though she told herself ten thousand times in her heart that she must have backbone, she could never get over the hurdle in her heart when facing him, and she instinctively feared him.
"Girl, if you keep looking at me like that, I can't guarantee that you will be able to get up and go to morning service tomorrow."
Now is the time when spring is tired and autumn is tired. Standing on a high place in the morning cannot doze off. However, not everyone in the audience can listen to the political affairs attentively. Standing on the high platform can see everything clearly. If you move on the spot,
With one bed, one can probably sleep in the main hall.
Counting three generations of emperors, none could compare with Emperor Yao. During the reign of the first emperor, he had to take a break every once in a while, and could not go to the morning court for a month at most.
Counting further back, there are emperors who never go to court for several years in a row.
Emperor Yao was diligent in his work. He would go to court every day without saying anything. He would not go to court until he had settled the matters of the previous day. He would stand there for several hours in a row. Even the two young men could not bear it, let alone the elderly people below.
of ministers.
That is to say, it was better after Shu Meiren entered the palace. She could take a turn to rest every five days, and her morning court time was not that long.
There is another reason why Emperor Yao delegates power to the princes. His health cannot bear it. Wei Heyan has been so busy recently because the tasks assigned to him are heavy. Just approving memorials and handling government affairs every day will waste most of his time.
In addition to the morning court, he also had to wait for Emperor Yao to go to bed.
Si Yiluo naturally knew that he was working hard, so he turned over and leaned into his ear and said, "Master, you have worked hard, why don't you let me serve you tonight?"
The dangerous light in the beauty's eyes flashed away, and she smiled and said, "Don't regret it..."
The shadows of candles flickered, and the sound of the clock could be heard across several streets.
In the end, all Si Yiluo could do was beg for mercy, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.
After Wei Heyan carried her to wash up, the girl snuggled into his arms, found a comfortable angle and fell asleep. The girl didn't sleep well, as if she had a nightmare.
Wei Heyan lowered his head, kissed her temples, and held her in his arms. This fulfilling feeling was so good. He couldn't imagine how he fell asleep alone in those lonely nights in the past...
He always dreamed that someone was going to kill him. When he was a child, he could only fall asleep with a dagger in his arms. When he grew up, he never dared to extinguish the candle. He would wake up immediately at the slightest sign of trouble... Now, he has not had nightmares for a long time.