After resigning, I switched to fortune-telling

Chapter 81

The red plums in the palace are not in bloom, but the white plums are in bloom, and the new wind sends a cold fragrance.

When Shang Qingyao entered the palace, his clothes were filled with a faint fragrance of white plums, and when he brushed past Xie Tang like the tip of his nose, the faint fragrance floated.Xie Tangru was copying a painting from the previous dynasty, when he smelled the cold fragrance of white plums, he couldn't help but look up.

The emperor wore a dark blue cloak today, the cold air was somewhat condensed on the collar, before he got close, Xie Tangru already felt the cold air blowing towards his face.

The Green Terrace is facing the water, and the winter is colder than other palaces, so the silver charcoal is fired earlier, making the whole room as warm as spring.Xie Tangru took the white plum from his hand, and when his fingertips touched, the coldness of winter in his blood seemed to be transmitted from the square inch of skin.

Xie Tangru withdrew his hand, and the plum blossom branch swept across Shang Qingyao's hand, and the temperature passed by Xie Tangru was also swept away.

Shang Qingyao lowered his eyes and followed Xie Tangru's hand until the branch of white plum was inserted into the thin-mouthed white porcelain bottle before he retracted it as if nothing had happened.

"The plum blossoms in the palace are blooming very well." Xie Tangru commented, with a slightly waking expression, "I also planted a lot of plum blossoms in my house, but it's not as good as your Majesty's."

Plain topics, but not boring and boring.It seems that no matter how ordinary words are spoken, they are two points more vivid when they come out of Xie Tangru's mouth.

"Didn't I hear you mention it before?" Shang Qingyao asked in a low voice.

"..." Xie Tangru tilted his head and turned to look at Shang Qingyao.His face is indeed impeccable from any angle, the arc is smooth and delicate, the eyes are protruding into a three-point soft smile, the eyebrows are curled up and the skylight is falling, and he can be in the painting the next moment—whether it is graceful or elegant The emperor's capital is still the charming Nanzhou water town, which is rare to see in the world. No wonder the first emperor saw his face and ignored the objections of his courtiers to appoint him as Tanhualang.

Everyone said that the first emperor was really stupid, Shang Qingyao thought, but if it were him, he would only be more stupid than the first emperor.

The first emperor was just a beautiful woman, but Shang Qingyao wanted to take everything about Xie Tangru, from bone to flesh, for himself.

Xie Tangru said casually: "Your Majesty hasn't asked me, so naturally I won't tell His Majesty everything in detail—" After the words fell, he raised his eyes to Shang Qingyao and curled his lips, "If Your Majesty is curious about these things, You can ask me later."

"Ah Ru is willing to answer what I ask?" After listening to his words, Shang Qingyao looked at him with an unpredictable expression, his voice was lightened, and the atmosphere between the two became tense. A string that breaks at the slightest touch.

If it was a qualified courtier who was good at guessing the emperor's heart, he should have tremblingly pleaded guilty to the emperor and asked where he was wrong, but Xie Shizi obviously didn't take the words "the difference between the emperor and his ministers" to heart.

He squeezed the white plum branches together, and the petals brushed against his fingertips, soft and slightly cold in winter, his tone was careless.

"It depends on my mood. Maybe when I am in a good mood, I am willing to answer whatever His Majesty asks."

As for when you're in a bad mood, that's another story.

Shang Qingyao was not surprised by his answer.He had discovered a long time ago that Xie Tangru's arrogance was not a literati's arrogance, but a more secret contempt for the nobles.

In his eyes, emperors and generals are not necessarily more noble than a disheveled beggar at the gate of the city.

"Then how do you feel today?" The emperor smiled, causing Xie Tangru to look at him more, and then replied after a while: "It's not very good at first, but I really like the plum blossom you brought." Speaking of this , he paused slightly, "I met His Majesty today, and I'm not in a bad mood."

"Then I can think that Ah Ru feels better after seeing me."

Xie Tangru's fingertips were still resting on the petals of the white plum blossom, the thin stamens trembled silently under the fingertips, and her slender eyelashes trembled accordingly: "If your majesty wants to think so, then let's think so."

His tone was calm, but he did not deny Shang Qingyao's words after all.

After the hard and pure white ice and snow cover the world, one day it will melt, revealing the most prosperous and brocade-like spring.

It was a night when the first snow fell in Yuejing, and the bright moon hung high, crystal clear like ice sculptures and snow carvings.The Imperial Dining Room sent shochu over to warm up the cold, Xie Tangru only drank half a glass, and then played with the glass bottle.

"This wine tastes quite strong, which is rare in the palace."

"Brought back from the north. The north is extremely cold, and there is little charcoal. It takes strong wine to warm the body."

"So that's how it is." Xie Tangru rubbed his forehead, "Most of the wines in Beijing are more refined, not as straightforward as this." Therefore, the wines in Beijing should be carefully tasted, but the spirits must be drunk in one gulp to be happy.

"It's good wine."

He narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"Ordinary things are not precious." Shang Qingyao said.Except for the word "strong", the wine brewed in this way is naturally far inferior to the rare treasures brewed by Jingzhong Distillery.

Xie Tangru laughed.

"It's not only the wine worth thousands of gold can be considered good wine."

After he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to the red lantern carried by the little maid under the porch, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

From the moment he entered the Green Terrace, he never left this gorgeous palace.It's not because Shang Qingyao restricted his actions, on the contrary, Shang Qingyao gave him absolute freedom in the palace - after all, the whole palace belongs to Shang Qingyao, no matter whether he is in Qingtai Terrace or in any other place. Nowhere can escape Shang Qingyao's gaze.If Xie Tang didn't go out, it was only because it was cold outside and there was still a charcoal fire in the hall for warmth, so he didn't want to move more.

He accepted his situation well, even beyond Shang Qingyao's imagination.He didn't seem to care about the situation in the court and the opposition, nor how long Shang Qingyao would keep him in the palace in the name of "protection".The only one who asked about the court affairs was Chen Huizhou's father, the Minister of Rites.

In fact, Chen Shangshu didn't do anything wrong, but because he couldn't figure out the new emperor's temper, he frightened himself into a sickness according to his own speculation.He has no corruption and bribery, and his ability to serve as an official is quite satisfactory. Although he has no political achievements and occasionally has a bit of his own calculations, he is not a big mistake. He is also a veteran of civil servants, and Shang Qingyao will not touch him for a while.

But this did not prevent Shang Qingyao from taking advantage of him to trick Xie Tangru into the palace.

Shang Qingyao ordered his servant to let Chen Shangshu know that he would not be attacked, his official position and reputation could be preserved, Chen Shangshu recovered from his illness in less than ten days, and his face was radiant.Most likely because of his illness, his state of mind was different from before, and Chen Shangshu no longer insisted on his official career. He took a few students from the students who handed out the invitations and devoted himself to teaching them.

When Chen Huizhou got married and started a business, Chen Shangshu planned to submit a memorial to beg for the bones to return home.

Xie Tangru didn't know Chen Shangshu's plan, but suddenly remembered such a thing, and asked casually on a whim, not to mention Shang Qingyao's answer.In the green terrace, the hot wine warms the palms through the thin porcelain cups, and the cold blood in the veins also flows.

He sat opposite to Shang Qingyao, the young emperor did not wear a heavy black dress today, but a sky blue brocade uniform, which was very similar in color to his clothes.

A game of six-game chess was played between the two of them, chatting for entertainment, but the two of them were not focused on the chess game right now, Xie Tang glanced out of the window from the corner of his eyes, red lanterns were hung under the eaves, and the candles followed the lights. The yellow tassels swayed and jumped in the cold wind, a little crimson fire reflected on the snow, and then reflected into his eyes.Moonlight-like snowflakes fell, silently covering the ground, drowning out human voices and traces.The calm lake surface outside the Qingtai Terrace has been covered with snow, and the lake water has condensed, like a silver mirror.On the farther side of the bridge, the branches of red plum blossoms are covered with white snow, and the buds under the snow are crowded and squeezed out, waiting to bloom in the sky.

"What a heavy snow. Central Beijing has not seen such a heavy snow for many years."

Xie Tangru said something in a low voice.

"It won't stop for a while." Shang Qingyao also glanced over, and then summoned the servants to order: "Tomorrow morning, I will skip the court." Half of the courtiers are old men. The severe cold weather calls these old ministers to the court, and I am afraid that they will have to go back. Sick for half a month.

The servant only responded, and finally asked after deliberation: "Your Majesty, it's already late at night, do you want to go back and rest?"

"It's snowing heavily tonight, and it's not convenient to go back. It's better to stay here and rest for a night." Xie Tangru looked over the half-open window and disappeared into the silent snowy night in the distance.

He asked Shang Qingyao to stay.