Jingdu, Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Tianxi woke up in Ming Zhong's deliberately darkened room.

He still heard the singing voice in his dream, the lingering sound of the phrase "I hate you", he lay there for many days, unable to move for a while, only rolled his eyes slightly.

The dim candlelight was not dazzling, and he could see things after a while after adapting.

Ying Zhu knelt in front of the dragon bed, but couldn't see the movement. He was terrified of Emperor Tianxi, and his reaction to Emperor Tianxi was extremely sensitive, and he even noticed that Emperor Tianxi seemed to move from a distance.

He hurriedly got up, forgot about love and hatred at this moment, and only rushed to Emperor Tianxi's side, seeing Emperor Tianxi's opened eyes.

"Your Majesty is awake?" Ying Zhu asked softly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Emperor Tianxi stared at Ying Zhu's face that resembled Tang Yaoxue's after years of imitation, and said in a piercing voice, "It was you just now?"

Yingzhu's heart sank, knowing that what Emperor Tianxi asked was "I hate you".His words were too much, and he did not expect to be heard by Emperor Tianxi. At that moment, a chill rushed over his head, and he suddenly turned pale. He looked at Emperor Tianxi and was speechless.

Emperor Tianxi's anger soared, his face was gloomy and terrifying, he lay powerless for a long time, but the anger made him gather his strength faster.He was already strong and strong, even if he was sick, it was not difficult to move a young eunuch who was close at hand and respected him very much. With a slight lift of his hand, he reached Ying Zhu's neck lying in front of him, and tightened his five fingersLiving.

Ying Zhu didn't dare to resist, Emperor Tianxi didn't have much strength, Ying Zhu could have broken it easily, but he was not qualified to resist, so he could only stare at Emperor Tianxi in a daze.

Emperor Tianxi became irritable when he watched him, and he pushed the person away when he let go.

Although the strength is not great, it is a very firm rejection.

"From now on, don't imitate her," Emperor Tianxi said sharply, "Get lost!"

Ying Zhu fell to the cold ground.

This movement finally alarmed the outside world, officials, palace people, and qualified people among the guards all rushed in.

After flattering the noisy people, Ying Zhu slowly got up, and he walked out with despair, tears of humiliation wet his front.

Emperor Tianxi was once again surrounded by power, and there was no peace around him.

Jingdu woke up with the emperor.

In the west, near Bingcheng.

Song Beiming hung a bamboo wind chime in front of the main room. This bamboo chime was taught by his mother Su Hongying.When he was nine years old, he cut the bamboo by himself, cut and carved it bit by bit with a knife, carved it according to the appearance of the Bodhisattva offered in the temple, and then baked it hard. It took a whole day to make it.

The reason why Song Beiming thought of it was because he did it in an old temple deep in the mountains in Beiyuan.When he was young, he was impatient and violent, and could not calm down. He liked to practice martial arts and tame horses, but he didn't like reading and writing.

In order to temper his temper, Su Hongying sent him to that old temple. After being far away from the world, he could only carry water with the old monk and sit in meditation every day.

On the first day he went there, he cut down a few bamboo trees behind the temple, and was caught by Su Hongying.Su Hongying is a female general, but she is not rude, and she is known for her patience. She did not criticize Song Beiming, but accompanied Song Beiming to make this wind chime.

After the wind chime was made, the old monk said that it was engraved with Nandou Xingjun, the first night of the Xuanwu Qisu in the north, because it was opposite to the Big Dipper, so it was named Nandou Xingjun.Yan Sushi".

Song Beiming didn't believe in ghosts and gods. At that time, he retorted the old monk and said, "You still want to extend the sushi. If the gods are effective, why are there so many people dying on the battlefield? I don't believe it!"

The old monk didn't preach, just smiled kindly.

Su Hongying left after staying in the old temple for a day, while Song Beiming lived there for a month. He hung the wind chime on the door of his meditation room, and listened to the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest and then on the wind chime, and often just sat there.half a day.

When Song Beiming was guarding Yan Xi, he thought of the bamboo bell by accident. He couldn't explain why. For so many years, this bamboo bell had been in his luggage, and he found it by rummaging through boxes and chests.

In the past, didn't believe in ghosts and gods because heart was free from obstacles.

Now Song Beiming is willing to believe in ghosts and gods, because he wants to seek God's favor for his sweetheart.

Song Beiming folded his hands devoutly to the Nandou Xingjun carved in the temple many years ago, "Please bless my Wei Yu to wake up safely. If his life is not enough to extend his life, then give him my extension."

The wind in the west is long and cool. When it blows past, the bamboo forest in the yard makes a rustling sound, and when it blows on the bamboo bells, it becomes gentle.People who can't find their way home.

Yan Xi seemed to be half awake, he heard the uninterrupted sound of bamboo beating, and also heard Song Beiming's persevering whisper, wandering on the edge of the dream again and again.

Song Beiming didn't know how many times he asked him: "Wei Yu, where have you been?"

Only a lamp was lit far away in the room, Zhou Ci said that too bright would hurt Yan Xi's eyes.

Yan Xi raised his eyelashes lightly, seeing darkness in his eyes, he was about to doubt whether he was awake, when this tiny movement alarmed the people beside the couch.

Yan Xi tilted his head bluntly, Song Beiming pressed his cheek against his palm, Yan Xi's fingers were cold, but was completely warmed by the dry heat, knowing that he had returned to the human world, and replied softly: "I'm back."

Song Beiming froze suddenly, at this moment he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he was blocked by thousands of thoughts.

Yan Xi's palm was wet.

In the dim light, he raised his hand to touch the corners of Song Beiming's eyes, and the movement of pushing away the tears was feeble and trembling.

They didn't say anything, they didn't see each other for a few days after a serious illness, it seemed that they had experienced the separation of life and death, Yan Xi's whole body seemed to be cut open and then rebuilt, her five senses were confused, pain occupied her consciousness, and her reaction to the outside world was slow.

But he felt Song Beiming's existence so clearly that even in the deepest part of the dream, he was dragged by Song Beiming. He said softly, "You have been pulling me home."

Song Beiming got up, lifted the quilt softly, lay down on Yan Xi's warm bed, breathed into Yan Xi's ear and said, "Yes, my wife is still very playful, I'm afraid you won't be able to play outside after a while."go home."

Yan Xi was completely awakened by the heat from Song Beiming, his confused consciousness gathered, the struggle in his dream and the torment of reality all rushed into his heart, his nose was sore, and his tears collapsed.

He wanted to endure it, but he couldn't help it no matter what, it was all because Song Beiming was too warm, which made him relax.When he was pulled into Song Beiming's arms, he leaned on the muscular Yuexiong and burst into tears.

Song Beiming was about to be heartbroken by Yan Xi's crying, so he hugged Yan Xi hard and said, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Yan Xi opened his lips, wanted to say something, but was so suppressed that he couldn't speak. He was so knowledgeable that he didn't know how to express the pain in his heart. He looked at Song Beiming helplessly, and put his fingers powerlessly in front of Song Beiming Yuexiong, silentlytears.

Song Beiming was about to die of heartache. He stroked Yan Xi's tears and asked in a voice that couldn't be lowered: "If you can't say it, I won't say it. I know your whole body hurts."

His whole body was torn apart, no one part belonged to him, Yan Xi was about to die of pain, he wailed at the end he couldn't say: "Mengze, life is so tiring, so tiring."

Song Beiming's heart was cut like a knife: "I know you are tired, so I won't let you be tired in the future. Even if the whole world depends on you, you can also rely on me."

Yan Xi cried and trembled: "To live...it's so hard...I'm going to be broken."

At this moment, Yan Xi still can't let go of his heart and vent everything. He will always be special and isolated in this world, and he is different from him even by knife.

He has no companions.

He couldn't reveal the secret in his heart, the words could express it too palely, he pursed his lips, and gradually broke down in sobs.His emaciated body and youthful age could no longer bear the burden of the two worlds, and he cried heart-rendingly in Song Beiming's arms.

Song Beiming couldn't find words to comfort Yan Xi, his heart ached to death, his heart was pierced by a knife, and his breath was taken away, he patted Yan Xi's back lightly, and he was soaked by Yan Xi.

Man is so fragile in this world, he finds that he is still not strong enough to ask God for his lover, and he is still insignificant in front of the gods, so he can only pray devoutly: "My light rain will be better,I use my life to beg the heavens for your long life."

The bamboo bell was blown softly by the night wind, like some kind of merciful whisper.

Yan Xi was tired from crying and limp in Song Beiming's arms, they cuddled in the silence, their hearts were tightly pressed together in this bitter cry.

Song Beiming wiped away Yan Xi's tears before calling Zhou Ci.

Both the medicine and the food were flowing, and Song Beiming stood by the couch, watching Yan Xi's pale face gradually turning red, remembering Yan Xi's crying, and silently clenched his hands.

The moon is full and the moon is waning.

No one mentions the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner, and it is late autumn in a blink of an eye.

It was the first day of frost, and the beginning of September in the western region was already chilly. The people put on thin jackets, and the servants in the bamboo house also changed into winter clothes.

At the beginning of Yin Shi, Yan Xi woke up in the main room. He was only wearing a thin silk undershirt, and when he sat up, his loose skirt slipped off. Song Beiming hugged him from behind and put on his overshirt.

"I'm not cold." Yan Xi leaned into Song Beiming's arms, "All of you are nervous these days, and I'm not as fragile as you think."

"Our Crown Prince is the most powerful." Song Beiming lay on Yanxi's shoulder from behind. He didn't force Yan Xi to put it on. He smelled the smell of Yanxi's body and felt at ease like never before.

He will get up soon, and now he is the coach, and a bunch of military affairs are waiting for him.

He saw that Yan Xi's beautiful neck finally turned red after half a month of raising it, and he didn't dare to think about it in his heart, but his body was clamoring for resignation.

Getting up as neatly as you usually do has become extremely difficult.

Yan Xi was not cold when he said it, but he didn't take off his shirt. He and Song Beiming gradually reached a tacit agreement on these details of life, and tried not to let the other party worry.

Hearing that Song Beiming's breathing was vaguely heavy, he chuckled lightly, "Are you going to the barracks at the time?"

"Yeah." Song Beiming didn't want to leave. Because Yan Xi was ill, he suppressed it for half a month. Today, Yan Xi said that he was not cold, and his blood surged up in disobedience.

"Then you still have an hour." Yan Xi said, leaning his head against Song Beiming's face, and slowly untied the belt of his inner garment from an angle that Song Beiming could see.

"Wei Yu, you still need to rest." Song Beiming froze, and his breath was full of burning heat.

Yan Xi felt that something was pressing against him, he sighed, his slender fingers rested on the front of his front, as if he wanted to open it again, but curled up in a bad way.When he burst out laughing, Song Beiming scalded him so much that he panted, "Little prince is duplicity, why are you still humble about this kind of thing?"

Song Beiming grabbed Yan Xi's hand and reached in: "What does my lord want?"

"Mr. Lang is sober these days... um..." Yan Xi is a vegetarian these days, and he can't stand even slight teasing. He panted heavily, his skin burning all the way, and said in an unsteady voice, "It's okay.Is it?"

"You don't like a gentleman, do you like a flower-picking thief?" Song Beiming was so angry when he was called by the gentleman, and felt the trembling under his hands, he said, "You don't know if this king can do it? What do you want? You can diefor you."

"General Song is so busy that he has no time, what can you give me?" Yan Xi seemed to be regretful, raising his finger to trace Song Beiming's eyebrows, "The general is mighty and invincible, why can't he?"

"Wake up an hour late, military affairs can be postponed, as long as you can catch up with the morning training." Song Beiming turned the person on his body, and swallowed Yan Xi's words with dense mouth.

The outer shirt she put on was torn off, got tangled in the bedding, and finally slipped out of the bed curtain.

Since Yan Xi had been ill for half a month, it was finally easier for him. Song Beiming warned himself to be gentle and slow.

But when he was next to Yan Xi, he burned up. He rubbed her into his arms, fearing that he would be crushed, and wished he could eat him.

He was at a loss between heaviness and lightness, and gradually lost his sense of proportion in the tension of Yan Xi's raising his back again and again, and he was about to explode.

Yan Xi was sweating profusely from being scalded by Song Beiming. Because of his honor, his body temperature was slightly higher than ordinary people on weekdays, but every time he was on the couch, he was always roasted by Song Beiming.

Dry comforted him, but also eroded him.

In the turbulent tide, Yan Xi felt that she was alive, and the reality of this world was unquestionable.

If this is just a book, if this man named Song Beiming is just a few lines of characters, why can this person give him such real bliss?

After a serious illness, the desire magnified like never before, Yan Xi pulled Song Beiming, and called "Aming, Meng Ze, Sanlang" in different ways, encouraging Song Beiming to go crazy.

Yan Xi is a goblin through and through. When Song Beiming was struggling to restrain himself, he whispered in Song Beiming's ear, "Lang Jun."

"Healed from a serious illness." Song Beiming was about to go crazy, he grabbed those tricky hands and pressed them on the soft pillow, "Do you want to die?"

"No more." Yan Xi presented Song Beiming without reservation, "Take me away, whatever you can take away belongs to you."

Dawn was approaching, and both of them knew that time was running out.

In the main room were burning two people who had restrained themselves for a long time, Yan Xi saw the white window paper in confusion, he felt regret amidst the rush of happiness.

Time flies, it would be nice if it could go slower.

Before Song Beiming left, Yan Xi changed into clean clothes. Yan Xi was so tired that she couldn't even lift her fingers. When Song Beiming left, she raised her eyelashes slightly.

"Little rain, good sleep." Song Beiming put on his armor, and gently stroked Yan Xi's wet hair with his hands wearing iron fingers, and stamped a mouthful on Yan Xi's forehead.

Yan Xi slept till the sun was up.

Wang An came to visit several times, silently collected the messy clothes on the ground, did not wake Yan Xi up, and stopped Zhou Ci when he went out.

When Yan Xi finally got up, Wang An didn't even dare to look at him while he was helping him to change clothes.

Yan Xi deliberately wore cross-collared clothes, and those traces were hidden where no one else could see them, but that laziness couldn't hide it.

When he walked out the door, the skylight made him squint his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red as if soaked in wine, Zhou Ci had just brought the medicinal food, saw him from the side, immediately stopped where he was, and never dared to look at him again.

Yan Xi said that the general is busy, but he is actually not easy as the governor.

There were a lot of things to be busy in a day, and Wen Yan went to the side hall of the outer court to light up the lamp to review the official documents first when Yin Shi was at the right time, and when Yan Xi arrived at the main hall of the outer court, there was already a pile of official documents on the desk that had been approved for a round.

Wen Yan was able to get into the cabinet all the way. With the ability of a cabinet scholar to deal with official documents of counties and counties, he was familiar with it. Most of the content pre-approved by Wen Yan, Yanxi could not find any problems. Yanxi only had special ideas.Just add a few strokes to the place.

In this way, on weekdays, he would have to approve the official documents for most of the day alone, and finished the approval in less than an hour.

The three counties in the Western Territory are considerate of the governor's illness. They have not been idle these days. Various government affairs such as purges, reassurance, and grain collection have been arranged in an orderly manner. The recruitment of talents has also gradually improved, and everything is on the right track.

The three local chief officials got Yan Xi's words not to come to see the sick, they just kept their heads in the land under their jurisdiction and worked hard. They just thought about the Governor and wrote to ask An Zhezi to send them here every day.

After Yan Xi flipped through the pages, Zhou Xu and Jia Zongru spoke earnestly, begging the governor every day to let them take a look.

Mei Yun's writing was long and steady. He wrote down all the daily affairs in the yamen. At the end of the letter, he had to write a paragraph about the growth of the grain. Every day, he counted down the days until the grain harvest.

When the grain is harvested, Pingchuan, as the granary in the western region, must report to the governor according to the regulations. As long as the grain is harvested, the governor will also give a banquet.

Meiyun's longing was hidden deeply.

Yan Xi treated the three of them equally, and they all replied "Got it".

Shen Qian and Han Yuqin finally believed that they could see Yan Xi this afternoon. They originally wanted to come by themselves, but after thinking about it, since the master and the third master are both family members, the Anbu people are also their brothers now, so they asked by the wayOne sound.

Zhao Feng and Zheng Man were working with them these days, and the two gradually became acquainted.Although there were some quarrels before because each was their own master, there was a period of time when no one obeyed the other and the two hated each other.

Fortunately, they are all practical people, and they are gradually amazed by each other's means and abilities while working together.He Qinghao saw Anbu's shops and commercial roads scattered all over the world, and sighed; Anbu saw He Qinghao's white flowers, his eyes straightened; they admired each other.

Gradually, both sides showed sincerity.

Zhao Feng and Zheng Man heard that the lord was ill these days, so they scratched their heads and wanted to see him, but they made the lord angry last time, and they really had no face to add trouble to the lord.

When they received the words from Shen Qian and Han Yuqin, the two were grateful and called good brothers.

The group of four arrived at the study in the outer courtyard of the bamboo house early, and when they saw Yan Xi coming, they all raised their heads in concern.

Shen Qian came to see Yan Xi on the same day. After seeing Yan Xi's illness, she lost a lot of weight again. Immediately, she couldn't help wiping away her tears, and shouted: "Master is finally recovering. From now on, everything will turn out to be good."

Han Yuqin's eyes were also red, and she quietly took out the handkerchief.

Zhao Feng and Zheng Man didn't dare to look at Yan Xi more, they were also worried these days, and at this time they couldn't help crying with joy.

Wei Chifeng stood outside the door, listening to the movement inside, knowing that Anbu and He Qinghao could not quarrel today, he said hello to Ziyuan on the roof, and felt relieved.

Yan Xi sat in the main seat of the study, looked at them with a smirk, asked Wang An to serve them tea, and waited for a while before saying, "Can you talk properly?"

Shen Qian hurriedly said, took out the account book from his arms and presented it: "This is the account book after He Qinghao and Anbu joined forces, please have a look at it, master."

Wang An took the account book and handed it to Yan Xi, while Han Yuqin explained the outline of the account in a soft voice.

This account was obviously done in detail, probably afraid that Yan Xi would be troubled, and listed all the income and expenses in a table, Yan Xi could see it clearly, and said with a long breath after getting sick: "You have done a good job."

With his praise, the four of them knelt down again in unison.

Yan Xi had no choice but to ask Wang An to help everyone up, and asked the most important thing with a smile: "How is the battle for silver and food going?"

All four of them looked high-spirited.

Han Yuqin was in charge of the money post, and said firstly: "We have collected more than half of Modi's money at a high price, which is not what the master expected, and now their money is loose. The prices of goods in Mo Di are dropping every day, and things still cannot be sold..”

Yan Xi smiled calmly, and asked Shen Qian: "Has there been any movement in Wu's grain business recently?"

Shen Qian said: "They said they wanted 400,000 shi of grain, and they paid the first payment. We delivered the first 50,000 shi of grain, and the first 200,000 shi of grain was also delivered on schedule. According to what you mean, I asked Mr. Zhou for special spices mixed into it."into the food."

"Very good, give the spices to the third master, and tell them to train dogs to smell them. When the time comes, Modi's army rations will be picked exclusively on the battlefield, so that Modi's army will have nowhere to hide." Yan Xi pointed at the desk, he was sick.After the Qing Dynasty, the voice was not loud when he said these words, but he had the momentum to command thousands of troops, "Modi's money has been tightened, and the price of commercial goods has been reduced day after day. It is the time when the accumulated goods are hard to come by. Shen Qian and Zhao Feng listened to the order.You quickly arrange people to go to Mo Di to raise the price to collect grain. The farmers and grain merchants will inevitably rush to sell the grain in their hands. We will collect as much as we have, so that Mo Di cannot buy grain in his own market. At that time, ModiThey don’t just ask us to buy 400,000 shi of grain, they have to kneel down and beg me to sell every ration of their army.”

When Zhao Feng heard that Yan Xi took the initiative to point him, he was so happy that his old tears were about to roll down, he hurriedly followed Shen Qian and responded together: "I know!"

"Mo Di wants to eat my food, so he has to give me a head in exchange." Yan Xi looked far away, with an undisguised fierce look in his eyes, he didn't even bother to give it with a sneer, and said murderously: "Di XiaoThe blood debt owed to me, I want his head to pay."