The wooden bolts of the temple gate collided.

A carved vermilion lattice window was pushed open to a narrow gap, and the cool and rainy air pressed by the thick cloud slowly blew in, dispelling the fiery scent of the room.

The night seeped in through the shadow of the lamp, and blurred traces were cut out on the tables and chairs.

When the corner of the black robe passed by, he was caught off guard by a slender, white hand.

The seat made a harsh moving sound, Chu Yunsheng propped the window up, and looked at Lu Fenglou with his head along the hand.

Lu Fenglou leaned against the table and chair, looked up at him, his eyes blurred: "Teacher..."

The lingering aroma lingers on the nostrils.

Chu Yunsheng held Lu Fenglou's outstretched hand, looked at the young man with a flushed face, took out a thin brocade bag from his arms, and said calmly, "I brought a gold needle, Your Majesty only needs to Endure for a while, and when the injection is completed, the medicinal power will be relieved"

With a snap, a raised hand knocked off Chu Yunsheng's needle bag.

Lu Fenglou was panting rapidly, staring at Chu Yunsheng, his peach blossom eyes covered with water, and he said, "Teacher... I don't want to hear this."

The dim candlelight smeared between the two of them.

Chu Yunsheng's indifferent and handsome face was coated with a layer of delusional tenderness. He got closer, and the frost and snow in his eyes were cracked, reflecting Lu Fenglou's blushing and sweaty face.

"Your Majesty's forehead hasn't healed yet. If you don't apply needles, you won't be able to relieve it. Naturally, it will hurt." Chu Yunsheng's voice was low and cold.

Lu Fenglou closed his eyes.

Chu Yunsheng asked, "How about His Majesty's ministers?"

Lu Fenglou did not answer.

He let out a small breath, his fingers gripping Chu Yunsheng's robe with force, and the fabric made a squeaking sound.

Chu Yunsheng grabbed the hand, squeezed his wrist and buckled it to the back of the chair.

A wide sleeve slipped down from his wrist, revealing Lu Fenglou's jade-white forearm. Protected by Yirong ointment, even after being devastated by the military, it has never been rough and tanned.

Bai Shengsheng's arms were moist and beautiful, and his eyes hurt from shaking.

Chu Yunsheng could distinguish the look in Lu Fenglou's eyes, a solemn and restrained face was very close to Lu Fenglou's sweaty face.

He pressed the person into the chair, and then the ruthless immortal captured the moving fox, and the strong force made Lu Fenglou's whole body hotter.

The dragon robe lay on the ground, and the wind blew against the window lattice.

Lu Fenglou's eyes focused on Chu Yunsheng's thin lips.

He blinked slightly, and the tip of his red tongue showed a little, and he leaned forward and slowly probed into the thin lip gap.

The sweet scent lingered in an instant.

The long-lost softness loosened the thread that Chu Yunsheng was still pressing, and opened his closed teeth to accept the lips and tongue that had been kissed wetly.

Like a hint of melted sugar.

The sullen little brat's mouth was so sweet that he dipped this gentle kiss into a long, lingering kiss.

Lips and teeth attached to each other, and the corners of Lu Fenglou's eyes ooze red: "Teacher must I... take it off by myself?"

The hot and humid breath blends.

Chu Yunsheng whispered: "How dare you."

Shoes and socks off.

His fair and slender feet stepped on the edge of the table, the instep arched tightly, and the pen holder on the edge of the table case crashed down and rolled to the ground.

The heavy rain has arrived on the window, the wind is blowing, the shadow of the flower shakes out the shimmering light of thunder and lightning, and a curtain of rain falls from the eaves, forming a large wet mark in front of the jade steps.

Chu Yunsheng threw the messy cushion on the chair, and carried Lu Fenglou into the bed.

Lu Fenglou bit on the side of Chu Yunsheng's neck with such force that he almost tore off a piece of meat.

"How much does Your Majesty hate this minister?" Chu Yunsheng took a slow breath and asked in a hoarse voice.

The sound of the rain in the hall became more and more urgent.

Lu Fenglou let go of Chu Yun's voice, his lips were stained with blood, and his peach blossom eyes were deep and dark in the rain: "Teacher, don't you think I should hate you?"

He pressed the tooth marks on the side of Chu Yunsheng's neck, and smiled slowly: "Ever since I can remember, I have known that you are my teacher and my father's friend. Although you haven't taught me for a few days. , but I have really regarded you as a teacher. You are wise and tactful, you can achieve everything, and then you are powerful and regent... They are all worthy of death. The day the father and emperor died, the Jin Dynasty should die. , it was you who continued this dying life."

"You should always be my teacher."

Lightning flashed from the window, and suddenly blew into Lu Fenglou's eyes.

His voice dropped suddenly: "But I can't forget that when you were fourteen years old, you sat on the dragon chair jokingly and looked at me."

"I have had a nightmare for six years. I dreamed that I was pierced by the teacher's sword and kicked off the chair."

Chu Yunsheng watched with those peach blossom eyes.

The ends of those eyes were still flushed softly, but the familiar face showed a coldness.

Lu Fenglou leaned against him, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, the rumors among the people are never wrong... You are indeed a wolf child, and you are rebellious, and you will commit the following crimes. In the future, if you can't ascend to the throne of God, you will deserve it. It is a thousand cuts, and torture is added."

Some weak and damp fingers slid down the side of Chu Yunsheng's slightly bulging neck and pressed against the violently undulating chest.

"You have to kill me."

Lu Fenglou flexed his fingers and tapped on Chu Yunsheng's mouth.

"Your Majesty has lost his composure." Chu Yunsheng kissed the corner of Lu Fenglou's lips that trembled slightly due to the loss of control.

He guessed the little brat's intention, he followed the waistline, and slowly buckled the soft waist into his palm: "Your Majesty blames the minister for dereliction of duty, and the minister will teach the next lesson today."

"The world's love is the king and the loser."

The wind blew suddenly, and the showers continued.

The palace gate was broken open in the middle of the night, and the eight hundred people rushed to the closed gate of Zhaoyang Palace.

Wen De anxiously knocked on the door of the temple, and shouted as hard as he could in the violent rain: "My lord! My lord! The border is in a hurry! Da Zhou sent troops to press the twelve cities in the north!"

The hall door slammed open, Chu Yunsheng stood inside the door wearing a robe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where is the messenger?"

In the panic, Wende didn't have time to think about Chu Yunsheng's messy clothes and hair, and when he heard the words, he hurriedly called someone. The messenger was sent by the Regent's Palace, which means that the expedited battle report this time is not a fake, but a real one.

Da Zhou did not send troops early and did not send troops late, but it happened on these two days, and it happened to be spread to the capital at this time. If Lu Fenglou was really poisoned when he was in front of the regent, he was in a coma, and then there was an urgent battle report calling the regent away overnight to lead the troops—then Chu Yunsheng would not have to think about it. , then he knew that if he turned his head, he could be charged with rebellion, or the kind of iron-clad evidence.

But if the aristocratic family had only these two tricks, it would not be enough.

"Get your armor and prepare your horse."

After passing the order, Chu Yunsheng returned to the hall, bypassed the screen, and went to the dragon bed.

Lu Fenglou was lying on the quilt, and his temples were still wet with sweat. He closed his eyes groggyly, as if he was extremely tired.

Chu Yunsheng pressed the corner of Lu Fenglou's quilt, picked up his clothes and dressed them neatly, then took out a small token and placed it beside Lu Fenglou's pillow.

In the dim light, he stared at Lu Fenglou's sleeping face for a moment, then chuckled softly: "Your Majesty, take care, this minister retire."

The door of the hall opened and closed, and the wind and rain came and went.

In the Zhaoyang Hall, a palace lantern was blown out by a cool breeze that leaked into the room.

In the darkness of the room, Lu Fenglou closed his eyes and turned over.

In the suburbs of Beijing, in a deep house compound, someone hurriedly entered the door through the corridor.

The people who were standing by the window listening to the rain didn't turn their heads, and asked in a low voice, "How many are there?"

Someone in the shadows said, "It became one. That dark pile kept secrets, changed the medicine, started a little late, was hit by Chu Yunsheng, and was killed on the spot. Fortunately, Young Master Mu was accurate. As soon as the Zhou army moved, the battle report was sent right away."

The person by the window sighed: "The little emperor's life is tough. It's okay, just delay it for two more days. Over the years, the soldiers and horses in Beijing have been completely gathered by us. Tonight, Chu Yunsheng left in a hurry, little emperor. There is not a single soldier or soldier in the capital, and it is not enough to be feared. When Prince Miao ascends the throne, it will be considered as the general trend. But no matter what, don’t make any mistakes in Chu Yunsheng.”

"As soon as he leaves, he won't be able to reach the border, and the capital... will never be able to."

That night.

The rain was noisy, the horses' hooves came out of Beijing, the undercurrent was surging, and the bloody decadence that had been hidden for many years by the flashy appearance finally could no longer be covered, and it pierced a corner sharply.

It rained heavily in late spring for two whole days and two nights.

The capital is damp, and moss breeds in the corners.

Perhaps because of the rain, or for other reasons, there were few pedestrians in the once prosperous streets and alleys, but the number of soldiers wearing unfamiliar leather armor gradually increased. The people seemed to have expected it, and they all closed their doors and closed their doors, bowing their heads and walking cautiously.

Thick lead clouds accumulated on the capital of Dajin, with violent storms.

Due to the inconvenience of heavy rain, the morning stopped for two days.

Lu Fenglou didn't go anywhere else, but stayed in Zhaoyang Palace to play chess, as if he didn't know the life and death of the border and the changes in Beijing.

On the third day, the rain stopped, and the morning light did not rise.

Early in the morning, Lu Fenglou stepped into the Taiji Hall as usual.

The atmosphere in the hall was strange and heavy, and it was faintly tempting.

The eyes of the ministers were cold and sharp, complex and strange, like swords pierced through their chests, pinned to Lu Fenglou's body, watching him walk up the jade steps.

Lu Fenglou turned a blind eye to this.

He sat directly on the dragon chair, glanced down, and found that the number of civil and military officials had been reduced by nearly half, so he opened his mouth with a little surprise: "It has rained for two days, why are there so many officials missing? Cold and sick?"

The ministers below the steps all had calm faces and ignored him.

The hall was silent for a while, and the needle fell.

This strange silence is oppressive and condensed.

Lu Fenglou pressed his forehead, looked at the courtiers below, and said with a smile, "Why, all of you Aiqings are dumb? Can't answer what I said? Dangtang is in the early court, and half of the ministers are missing, it's ridiculous. "

Still no answer.

Mian swayed slightly, and the lazy and meaningless smile on Lu Fenglou's face slowly condensed.

His habitually leaning back straightened up, as if he couldn't bear it any longer, and was about to get up and throw his sleeves away as usual.

But at this moment, Patriarch Sun, who seldom spoke in the courtroom, suddenly stepped out of the queue of hundreds of officials.

"Report to Your Majesty, there is no precedent for my court to open Enke. It is indeed an unconscionable move. Please accept His Majesty's will." The Sun family leader's words were abrupt, and Lu Fenglou was stunned when he heard it, as if he did not expect the Sun family leader. This will suddenly come up.

Lu Fenglou glanced at Patriarch Sun: "The matter of Enke was decided by the teacher."

"Three days ago, the border was in an emergency, and the prince regent had already headed to the border city to lead troops. The capital is thousands of miles away from the border, and the journey is difficult and dangerous. I'm afraid the prince regent will be too busy to take care of the affairs of the capital." Master Sun said meaningfully.

Lu Fenglou smiled and said, "Aiqing is so bold."

The head of the Sun family didn't change his face, he didn't even seem to pretend to be the hypocritical half-officer's attitude in the past, just raised his head slightly, and said rudely: "Your Majesty, apart from this report, the minister has to take care of it today. One or two bad news, I have to tell Your Majesty."

Lu Fenglou said with a sullen face, "Tell me."

The head of the Sun family said: "The bad news is that a flash flood broke out in Diezhou a few days ago, causing countless casualties. After the flash flood, a stone tablet appeared in the world with the inscription 'The Son of Heaven is not benevolent, and the dragon is hidden in the mountain'. To appease the people, His Majesty's sins have been ordered, and we can no longer delay them."

"The Son of Heaven is not benevolent."

Lu Fenglou chewed on these four words carefully, and smiled instead of being angry: "Master Sun is bold. If you say this, it is a serious crime to punish the Nine Clan!"

If the head of the Sun family didn't hear the chill in Lu Fenglou's tone, he continued: "This is bad news. And the news is that Li Jiajun of Diezhou followed the four characters at the back of the stone tablet and searched the mountains near the stone tablet to the county seat under the mountain. The orphan of the King of Anjun was found. The only son of the King of Anjun died accidentally in the torrent, leaving only the five-year-old young son. Li Jiajun rushed on the road overnight and has escorted the young son to the capital. "

He looked up at Lu Fenglou: "I don't know, Your Majesty, when will you be summoned?"

Lu Fenglou narrowed his eyes slightly: "What if I don't want to be summoned?"

Master Sun said nothing.

The Taiji Hall suddenly spread a loud laugh: "I'm afraid Your Majesty will have to see you!"

There are thousands of dawn at the gate of the hall, and two figures follow the voice into the hall, one big and one small, but it is the Zhao family leader who is leading a thin and thin child wrapped in silk and satin.

As soon as the Zhao family head entered the hall, he looked above the jade steps and looked directly at Lu Fenglou, his eyes were sharp and compelling, but he smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this is Lu Wenmiao, the grandson of King Anjun."

Lu Fenglou's face turned cold, "Master Zhao is really bold."

"Sword Comes"

Zhao Patriarch's smile did not change: "It's not as faint as Your Majesty."

Lu Fenglou stood up abruptly: "Presumptuous!"

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