Since the Qianqing Palace was burned down, the new emperor lived in the Queen's Kunning Palace.

As the New Year approached, the Ministry of Rites drafted a batch of year names for Yanxi to choose, and sent them to Kunning Palace after the early court.

"Jing Le——" Yan Xi picked out this word, and thought of the original owner, Emperor Jing Le. He used the identity and body of the original owner, and simply acted like a good person to the end, and chose "Jing Le" as his year name.

Song Beiming went to the Imperial Garden to practice martial arts after going down to court. When he came back, he saw Yan Xi staring at the words in a daze. He leaned over and took a look and said, "Emperor Jing Le?Considering that your birthday is during the Spring Festival, the format is also wonderful."

Yan Xi looked up at him, showed a gentle smile and said, "From then on, you will be Queen Jing Le."

Song Beiming also sank into the soft couch, hugged His Majesty into his arms, sniffed His Majesty's neck vigorously, and muttered, "Your glory is still strong."

Yan Xi pressed her eyelashes to cover her flickering eyes, she held the stove in her hand and said, "Mr. Xiao Xia wrote to the Xia family, and the Xia family sent back a new prescription, which is of some use."

"Oh?" Song Beiming's heart sank a little, seeing Yanxi's complexion getting better and gradually regaining the former Sheng Yan, he felt relieved.He raised his palm on Yan Xi's waist, rubbed Yan Xi's soreness away at night, and whispered in His Majesty's ear, "The Xia family thinks of more ways."

Yan Xi's ears were reddish, and he turned his head to look at Song Beiming pointingly.

Song Beiming's palms are ecstasy narrow, and the downs and downs are graceful and seductive. The energy that has just been released from martial arts training just doesn't matter. Once he, the queen, is next to the emperor, he will catch fire.

These few days and nights, Song Beiming didn't dare to make a fuss too late, for fear of spoiling His Majesty, he held back his energy, and he couldn't vent his anger like this.

Yan Xi felt that the hand was coming down, but he didn't stop him, he just turned around and looked at Song Beiming like this.

"Your Majesty is inviting me again?" Song Beiming raised Yanxi's chin, "Don't tell me at night and keep crying and saying no, no?"

"I—" Yan Xi recalled that the golden chains were not only the two pairs on the hands and feet, but also the ones strung with pearls, the ones with soft clips, the ones that were extremely thin and long enough to wrap around the whole body, those strange styles, Yan XiguangHe blushed when he thought about it, and said in a low voice, "Are you accumulating the anger that I killed Di Xiao, and you want to get it all back?"

"Your Majesty is wise." Song Beiming lifted His Majesty's clothes with his messy hand, "I won't let you suffer a few times, Your Majesty doesn't have a long memory."

Yan Xi gasped lightly, grabbed Song Beiming's hand and said, "I... I... still have a memorial to approve."

"Is it 'I' or 'Zhen'?" Song Beiming's attitude towards Wei Yu and His Majesty was completely different in the bed, "I asked you last night, but you haven't said which one you like?"

Yan Xi hesitated while grabbing Song Beiming's hand.

If he is "Zhen", he can order Song Beiming to take it out; if he is "Wei Yu", he will indulge Song Beiming to go deeper.But Song Beiming's two reactions to him were extremely subtle, and in the end, Song Beiming succeeded in both, the difference lies in the process.

The process—

Yan Xi took a deep breath, his eyes were watery since he got up, and he slowly let go of his hand.

acquiesced.

At this moment, Wang An outside was watering the plum tree, and suddenly exclaimed: "This plum tree!"

Wei Chifeng jumped down from the eaves, took a closer look and said, "Why are all the flowers withering?"

After Yanxi and Song Beiming were in Meilin, they asked someone to move two plum trees back and plant them outside the main hall of Kunning Palace.

Yan Xi would look at it for a moment every day, not even willing to throw away the falling flowers, so she collected them carefully and put them in the book.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xi's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to get up.

Song Beiming held him down, put on a thin jacket and a cloak for him, and stuffed the stove into Yanxi's arms.

Song Beiming noticed that Yanxi had a surprising liking for plum blossoms lately, he rarely saw Yanxi having material desires, gold, silver, treasures, rare antiques, all of which could not catch Xiao Yu's eyes.

This rare liking made Song Beiming feel subtle.

Especially just now, when Yanxi saw the plum blossoms withered and died, his face turned pale, Song Beiming's delicate feeling turned into uneasiness.

"What's the matter?" Song Beiming supported the man and shook Yan Xi's hand, which was cold. He raised his heart suddenly and persuaded, "There are so many plum trees, just change one, and ask Wei Chifeng to lead the man himself.Go to Meilin, move ten or eight plants back, because it hurts the nerves and hurts the body for nothing."

"I know." Yan Xi stared blankly at the plum tree, he found that his mood was particularly fragile recently, this was probably some kind of reaction of physical illness.

Because he used "Rongxue Pill" for several days in a row, he didn't want Song Beiming to see his sickness.Ke Zhurong is like a sick person who has taken painkillers and stimulants, and he himself doesn't know how his body is now.

Is the time almost up?

Seeing Yan Xi's frowning, Song Beiming suddenly realized the crux of the matter, covered Yan Xi's hand and said, "Moving the ground will hurt the roots, and it's not easy to live. This is not a bad omen, so don't take it to heart."

"I know." Yan Xi replied again, he wanted to live longer, and even if he was ill, he wanted to spend more time with Song Beiming, "No need to move anymore, I want to see you accompany me to MeilinJust go and see."

Yan Xi thought, it's time to call Mr. Xia again.

The next day, while Song Beiming was away, Mr. Xiao Xia handed over a letter.

On the envelope was written "From Yan Xi personally", Mr. Xiao Xia looked at Yan Xi strangely and said, "Why did my family write a letter directly to His Majesty?"

Yan Xi took the letter and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Seeing that Yanxi didn't intend to reply, Wang An cleverly took out the fruit and coaxed Mr. Xiao Xia out.

"Your Majesty's internal organs have been exhausted, and the Duan Rong Xue Pill is exhausted. The new year is not far away, and His Majesty cherishes it. On the day of departure, Si Wei came to see His Majesty. ——Xia Shuang"

Yan Xi read the letter twice with a blank face, then threw the letter into the charcoal brazier with a cold face, and watched the letter turn into ashes indifferently, until the ashes flew around and fell everywhere.

A little bit of gray paper ashes fell on Yanxi's silk uniform. He raised his hand to sweep it away, and took out the medicine box from the hidden compartment. Inside were fourteen Rongxue pills, one a day.

Today is the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the fourteenth day will be New Year's Eve.

Yan Xi thought, it would be a good time to watch the new year with Mengze.

Yan Xi's complexion darkened, and he became extremely fierce, and said to the void: "Xia Siwei, if you dare to take Zhen away before the new year, don't be the main god of you."

Yanxi's various surprises and uncertainties recently come from the unknown, so that he often feels sad for spring and autumn.

Now that he knew how long he would live, he sighed and took a deep breath, and returned to that decisive Yan Weiyu.

Song Beiming was restless for the past two days, so he invited Mr. Zhou Ci and Mr. Xiao Xia to ask about Yanxi's condition, but the two doctors couldn't explain why.

Song Beiming stared at Zhou Ci.

Zhou Ci's face was calm, he was still sure of the pulse he detected.Although he couldn't tell the exact time of Yanxi's life, he more or less knew that it was time to use some life-threatening medicine.So Yan Xi asked him to make Rongxue Pills, but he didn't object.

Zhou Ci couldn't sleep well at night these days, and often woke up in the middle of the night.In order to take care of Yanxi conveniently, Zhou Ci lived in the side hall of Kunning Palace.

He woke up at night and couldn't sleep anymore, so he read medical books all night, as long as there was a message from Kunning Palace, he would immediately run to the door.

I'm afraid that something will happen to Yanxi.

But even so, when Song Beiming asked him, he refused to say a word.Even if he knew that Song Beiming was the "Xia Zhi", he would never let go.

Zhou Ci only listened to Yanxi.

Yanxi didn't let Song Beiming know, of course there was Yanxi's reason.

Song Beiming couldn't ask anything, which made him even more anxious.

Surprisingly, the next day, Yan Xi was back to normal.

His Majesty's recent sensitivity was swept away, and when he looked at people, there was an unfathomable light in his eyes again.

How much can you do in fourteen days?

Yanxi had to go to the court every day, and after approving the papers, it was time for application.

Calculated, there is only one hour of leisure every day to do other things, and then at night, the time will be given to Song Beiming.

Yan Xi summoned some ministers every day, one hour at a time.

There are five people in the cabinet, except for Shang Baiheng, the other four people have an hour each, plus the six ministries and five temples each of them are in charge of.

In every meeting, Yanxi will bring Song Beiming with him.

The courtiers knew in their hearts that Song Beiming was not only the queen, but also Lord An, the commander of the Canglong Army, and the lord of Beiyuan. Song Beiming sat next to His Majesty, and no one dared to say "the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics".

When it comes to military matters, Yan Xi usually doesn't speak much, and only looks at Song Beiming.

With Song Beiming present, the Ministry of War and the Governor's Office of the Five Armies did not dare to fool around. After an hour, the generals were both nervous and admired.

Next, the empress personally visited the veterans, the Han family, the Pei family, the Chunyu family and the Song family each for one day.

On the first day, went to the Han family, and the Han family was overjoyed and overjoyed. The widow of Han Linmo, Fang Shi, was a capable family leader. She quickly calmed down and greeted the empress very well. She also called Han Linmo'sThe child played with the empress for a long time.

With the summoning of the courtiers and Yujia in person, the families near Jingdu more or less guessed that the empress would come, and made preparations in advance.

The Pei family received a royal driver the next day. Pei Hong was a veteran of the four dynasties. Seeing Yan Xi wearing a dragon robe and imposing aura, he was indescribably gratified.

In just one hour, the old matriarch wiped away tears several times.

At the time of parting, the old matriarch also mentioned that he had cited Song Beiming to greet Yanxi in the Wenhua Palace, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty and the Empress really don't know each other."

Yan Xi smiled gently, and Song Beiming also laughed along with him. When the two looked at each other, there was an indescribable meaning hidden in their eyes.

Pei Qingshi accompanied him all the time, and when he was not asked, he never rushed to talk; when answering, he also tried to be concise and to the point, never taking the lead.

His eyelashes were hanging down all the time, he didn't look where he shouldn't look, and there was no thought in his eyes anymore.

Pei Qingshi has honed his temper to be more even and tough these days, and he is already able to maintain his superficial composure when facing Yan Xi.

Yan Xi also noticed that after more than half a year of experience, Pei Qingshi was less conceited, sad and indignant than before.Now he speaks and acts more peacefully, and when he looks at him, he doesn't always hesitate to speak.

What's even more subtle is that Pei Qingshi's gestures showed a bit of Shang Baiheng's meaning, but Pei Qingshi learned very well, learned Shang Baiheng's advantages, and did not lose his own advantages.

When leaving Pei's mansion, Yan Xi said to Pei Hong and Pei Qing: "Teacher, senior brother stay a while."

This "senior brother" made Pei Qingshi kneel on the spot.

Song Beiming folded his body and helped Pei Qingshi up and said: "Your Majesty and I are thinking about inviting relatives and friends to a feast at the beginning of the new year, when the Taifu and senior brothers will come to the palace."

Pei Qingshi looked at Song Beiming in disbelief, and then at Yan Xi, seeing Yan Xi smiling gently at him, the tears he could bear just now, will completely break the embankment.

Feeling ashamed when wiping away tears, Xie En forced a smile: "Thank you Your Majesty and Queen Mother..."

He really couldn't call "Niang Niang" to Song Beiming's handsome and martial appearance.

In the middle of saying this, Pei Qingshi stuck himself, blushing from coughing, and it was Pei Hong who laughed and sent the empress to the steps.

Chunyu Nanyan was a planner, when she heard that the Empress had gone to the Han Mansion and Pei Mansion, she thought about being prepared, so Chunyu cleaned up the mansion and burned incense to wait.

And when Yanxi and Song Beiming really arrived at Chunyu's mansion the next day, Chunyu Nanyan was still overjoyed.

She stood there for a while, in disbelief.

It wasn't until Yan Ling'er came out from behind Yan Xi and threw herself into her arms that Chunyu Nanyan looked at Yan Xi as if she had been in a lifetime.

Yan Xi didn't say much, his willingness to come was the answer.

Yan Ling'er has worn Yan Xi out of temper these days in the palace.

The little girl speaks properly now, neither offending Longlin nor offending her elder brother, she just tells Yanxi what she has learned and done from Chunyu Nanyan these years.

There is no grievance between the lines, but every sentence is begging my brother to forgive me.

Yan Xi understood everything, Yan Ling'er just said clearly, "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps".

Yan Xi had to admit: Yan Ling'er was indeed taught very well by Chunyu Nanyan.

Yan Ling'er is not unruly, self-willed, or mischievous, she doesn't have any of the bad habits of noble girls, female celebrities and civil and military are not left behind, she handles things in a down-to-earth manner, and can talk about government affairs with eloquence, showing a faint sense of governance.

There were many princesses in the Dajing Dynasty, and Yan Linger's knowledge, temperament and courage were definitely among the best.

Most importantly, Yan Xi wants Yan Ling'er to be happy.

Yan Xi loves this younger sister very much, so naturally he is unwilling to send her for a marriage marriage, and also unwilling to sacrifice her younger sister for a political marriage.His younger sister is the most honorable woman in Dajing, she doesn't need to ask anyone for power, power and wealth.

His elder brother has worked hard to get to this position, and he is absolutely unwilling to let his only relative be wronged.

Women are not allowed to stay.

Yan Xi thought: whoever Yan Ling'er likes, that's the one.

When you don't like it, just change someone else.

As an older brother, Yan Xi was very imposing, several times Chunyu Nanyan wanted to talk to Yan Xi, but Yan Xi turned her head and refused.

On the contrary, Song Beiming came out to resolve it with a smile, and asked something during the period: "I heard that Miss Chunyu is destined to have the image of the middle palace?"

Chunyu Nanyan was so frightened that she was about to kneel down, Song Beiming went to help him because of the defense of men and women, but fortunately Yan Linger had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported Chunyu Nanyan.

Chunyu Nanyan quickly explained: "It was not her own wish that Nan Yan was named the crown princess at the beginning, and Nan Yan absolutely had no unreasonable intentions."

Song Beiming smiled and comforted: "Ms. Chunyu was a high-spirited girl that day, and she invited her to the position of crown princess. Yu Mengze has a great kindness. Since you will take the initiative to invite her, your mind is already clear, so there is no need to mention the old things."

After Song Beiming finished speaking, he looked at Chunyu Nanyan with unclear meaning.

Chunyu Nanyan was clever in ice and snow, and realized something else from such attention.

The image of the middle palace?Princess?

When Yan Xi arrived at Beiyuan Palace, the whole family was looking forward to it; Song Yuexiao was far away in Beiyuan, the winter war was intense, so he didn't dare to go back to the capital, but he wrote a special letter back, asking him to prepare a generous gift for his sister-in-law.

Song Xinghe and Han Linyan entertained His Majesty and Empress throughout the whole process.

Yan Xi came to the familiar Beiyuan Palace again, remembering that she had come to Beiyuan Palace to have an affair behind her elder sister's back;

It's unpredictable.

They stayed in Beiyuan Palace for a longer time and had meals.

During the dinner, Yan Xi hugged Song Xinghe's three-month-old son and teased her for a long time before asking the child's name.

Song Xinghe said: "There are no elders in the family, so I wrote a letter to the elder sister to give her a name. The elder sister has been running around Yunhu Lake these days. Hearing from the deputy general that the elder sister returned to the account every night, he bit his pen and flipped through the book, in order to name this kid.worry about things."

Yan Xi thought for a while and said, "Why don't I give you a name."

The emperor gave the name, and the favor was added.

The sudden grace made Song Xinghe and Han Linyan rush to pick up the child and wanted to thank them.

Yan Xi helped him up and said: "The two generations of the Song family are loyal and have made outstanding contributions; their inexhaustible achievements will last forever. Why don't we just call it the word 'Yu'. I won't use the name, I will save the elder sister to come up later..There is still a long time to go before the crown, I think the elder sister can make a satisfactory one with all her heart."

Song Yu.

This is a commendation to the Song family and an explanation to the Snow-Treading Army.

Song Beiming held Yanxi's hand on the way back to the palace.

In the swaying room, Yan Xi caressed the corners of Song Beiming's eyes and said, "My queen is about to cry."

Song Beiming grabbed Yan Xi's hand and brought it to his lips to kiss: "With today's gift from His Majesty, all the grievances of Beiyuan and the Snow-Treading Army over the years have been healed."

"You taught me the distinction between rewards and punishments, but now you are here to thank me." Yan Xi's hands were wet and hot from the kiss, and his face flushed as well. He looked at Song Beiming and said, "The meritorious service of Bei Yuan and the Snow-Treading Army,Both the people and the world can testify that the emperor and courtiers cannot be erased, nor can history be erased. I just follow the trend and restore the Northern Plains, and also restore justice to the world."

The Empress was moved when she heard that, she pulled His Majesty closer, and offered His Majesty a kiss on the dimly lit official road.

On the ninth day, the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, Xiaonian.

Yanxi and Song Beiming went out of the palace in micro-clothes, and Jiancong arrived at Xuanzhai with a light car.

Shang Baiheng was wearing normal clothes, he was not surprised when he opened the door, he was about to kneel down and salute when he lifted his robe, but was supported by Yan Xi, and Yan Xi thanked him instead.

They can talk about everything between teachers and students, they can talk about strategizing, and they can also talk about intrigues and tricks. They have tried their best to perform saintly affairs, and they have not changed their original intentions in order to defeat the conspiracy and tricks.

They are teachers and students who support each other, and also like-minded friends.

They get along naturally, there is no need to deliberately talk about it, Yan Xi and Shang Baiheng went to the inner room to play a game of chess, the two played chess slowly, talking about everyone in the country, and talking about gossip in the market.

Yan Xi didn't say that he came to thank the teacher, and Shang Baiheng didn't deliberately respect the micro-clothed Majesty. They seemed to go back to those five years, where teaching knowledge and daily affairs were carried out imperceptibly.

Shang Baiheng only taught one student, Yanxi, and Yanxi only called Teacher Shang Baiheng.

They are the best teachers and students in this world.

Since their meeting, Dajing has started a turbulent reversal of the situation.

Song Beiming was sitting outside, accompanied by Zhou Ci.

Zhou Ci is an old friend of Shang Baiheng's, and he is considered half the master here, making refreshments and wine and tea, and the four of them used Zhou Ci's hands and feet to cook a table of dishes together under the moon.

When they were about to leave, Yan Xi came out of Shang Baiheng's room. The teachers and students said something, and Shang Baiheng's expression was very heavy.

It was inconvenient for Song Beiming to ask more questions, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly felt a glow on his back.

With his keenness, he could detect anyone's gaze, and turned to Shangshang Baiheng's meaningful gaze.

Song Beiming remembered this look for a long time.

It took Yanxi nine days to meet all the important courtiers, relatives and friends. Under his painstaking efforts, secret arrangements began to surface, forming a solid front.

The tenth day, the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Yan Xi went to Wen's house first.

The house that Wen Lan lives in has always been taken care of by people arranged by Yan Xi, and the door is opened to enter, and it is as clean as when Wen Lan lived.

Song Beiming knew that Yanxi and Wenlan had an unusual relationship, so he didn't follow up in the house.

In the shabby house, Yan Xi flipped through the bookcase and took out the "Lamp Holder". The scene when Wen Lan dragged him to talk about this book was vivid in his memory.

Yan Xi fetched water to grind, and opened the place where Wen Lan had talked with him in "Zhi Deng Lu". After staring at the void for a long time, he wrote the annotations and wrote "Xiao Yu Dai Wen Xiong Zhu".

After finishing writing, Yan Xi didn't know what to do anymore.There are literary beauty everywhere, and there is no literary beauty everywhere.

Death is like a lamp being extinguished, Wen Lan has been away for more than half a year, no one in this empty house studies hard by lighting an oil lamp, and no one chases after him carelessly like Wen Lan.

"You are my only friend." Yan Xi said to Wen Lan's memorial tablet, "You told me that I am not alone, but I am still lonely long after you left. The like-minded person you mentioned has comeBy my side, I became 'comrades' with them. I gradually had colleagues, subordinates, colleagues and even lovers. But I still have no friends, Brother Wen, I miss you so much."

There is no Wen Lan in the world to answer him.

"This is the last time I will see you." Yan Xi tried to smile and said, "Mengze will come to see you for me next year. I am not as unhappy as before. Now that my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, I am happy and worry-free. I alsoNo longer afraid, understand that life and death are impermanent, joys and sorrows will all be the past. Brother Wen, see you in the next life."

Yanxi then went to Wengong Temple, where incense was burning and bustling. Song Beiming was worried that Yanxi would be burned by incense candles, so he held her in his arms.

Yan Xi went to Wen Lan's golden statue and lit a joss stick.

"Brother Wen will never die, and future generations will remember to pay homage to him." Yan Xi said after paying homage three times, "Brother Wen, this world has fulfilled your wishes."

The eleventh day, the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.

From this day on, Yan Xi is nestled in the palace and will not go out.

Yan Xi said that she was tired and didn't want to move.

Song Beiming also left his military affairs to stay with Yanxi.

So they didn't go anywhere that day, after the court was over and the memorial was approved, the two of them leaned on the soft couch in Kunning Palace and talked for a long time.

Song Beiming asked someone to bring nine plum trees into the palace that day, each of which grew lushly and bloomed just right, and surrounded the courtyard of Kunning Palace.

His Majesty Longyan was very happy, and looked at the plants carefully and asked: "Have they all survived?"

"Yes." Song Beiming saw the wind, and handed the stove to Yanxi and said, "First, I ordered a large flowerpot and transplanted it into the flowerpot; then I put it in the same place in the plum forest for a few days, until the roots grow solid, and then I put it in the same place.Carry it to the palace. There is no wind or snow in these few days, and the flowering period is longer, just to please His Majesty."

Yan Xi stood under the plum tree, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his beautiful face like a lotus.

Sworn to each other, Wei Yu's beauty can still easily capture Song Beiming, Song Beiming was stunned, took Yanxi's hand and said: "Wei Yu, you are the most beautiful person in Dajing."

"I know." Yan Xi teased, "I heard the queen said that I like the most beautiful ones."

Song Beiming scratched His Majesty's nose and said, "Your Majesty is very powerful, and knows everything."

"I know everything about the Great Jing." Yan Xi deliberately said, "If the Empress dares to lie, I will definitely punish her severely."

"I will tell you everything in this Palace." Song Beiming hooked Yan Xi, "Your Majesty, come and listen."

"What does the queen want to say?" Yan Xi turned his head to look, his eyes flickered, "It's not good, I don't have the heart to listen."

"Tell me that I love Your Majesty, the white head will not change until death." Song Beiming whispered, "Does Your Majesty like to hear it?"

Yan Xi stared at him blankly, both sweet and worried.It took him a while to say: "I'm not someone who doesn't care about old love. If the empress moves on, I will let you go. I wish you success twice and find a better relationship again."

"There will be no one else, Wei Yu." Song Beiming squeezed Yanxi's chin lightly. Every time he made this movement, he wanted to kiss someone. He leaned very close, and with his eyes facing each other, he said intimately, "Once upon a time, the sea was hard to do."Water, except Wushan, is not a cloud. The world of mortals has a great cause for thousands of years, and all I want is a little rain."

Yan Xi suddenly couldn't bear such love, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, full of emotions.

He hoped that Mengze would be safe and happy, and not indulge in pain; he was also afraid that Mengze would be moved in love, so he would not look for him.

Power and oaths can't bind people's hearts, Yanxi doesn't want empty promises, and doesn't want Song Beiming to be sad and lonely.

But he couldn't restrain the greed in his heart, he wanted Song Beiming to belong to him, from generation to generation, from generation to generation.

In the end Yan Xi lost to Greed, and said lightly: "I am very happy to hear that, and I only want Song Mengze."

The sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it is the fourteenth day, the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Yan Xi opened the medicine box and swallowed the last "Rongxue Pill". This medicine will last until noon tomorrow.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

Yan Xi checked all his belongings today, this is a habit he developed in the modern age, before the day of departure, he had to check his luggage.

The only difference is that this time there is no luggage, only relics.

As an emperor, Yan Xi was rich all over the world, but in the end what belonged to him was only a Liushuang knife, a red jade bracelet, a string of gold key necklaces and a "Ming" character on his collarbone.

He never gave Song Beiming anything.

So on the last day, after he finished the morning court and approved the memorials, he took out a piece of rosewood, held a carving knife, and started to make it carefully.

Song Beiming recognized what was carved when the outline of the woodcarving came out.

He hugged Yan Xi from behind and said, "Is Your Majesty going to give you to me?"

"Yes." Yan Xi continued without taking his eyes off, "Doesn't the queen like it?"

"I like it." Song Beiming said unrestrainedly, "I heard that His Majesty once carved a wood carving for Mei Linghan when he was young.Han was carried from the governor of Pingchuan to the governor of the Western Territory. Seeing that the rival in love is so favored, my palace is burning with jealousy, and I can't sleep or eat. I finally hope for His Majesty's wishes before the new year."

"Before tomorrow, I will definitely prepare it for the queen." Yan Xi paused for a moment, looked at Song Beiming and said, "I don't have anything long, so I thought about it, so I had to make a cheap thing for myself.Queen, I hope the queen will not give up."

"I can't wish for it." Song Beiming kissed Yan Xi lightly and said, "This thing is Your Majesty. As long as I leave the capital, I will take it with me every day. With it, it is like His Majesty is here in person."

Fourteen days have passed.

The fifteenth day, New Year's Eve.

According to the law of Dajing, the court should be early on this day, and only the first day of the new year can rest and bathe.

In modern times, Yanxi never misses class, arrives late, or leaves early, and at the final court meeting, Yanxi still comes in person as usual.

Today, the imperial court finally realized how sympathetic to His Majesty's hard work, there was no problem, the court meeting ended soon, and it was peaceful.

After the dynasty disbanded, Yanxi left the cabinet alone.

Even Song Beiming was not allowed to attend this secret meeting.

At the secret meeting, Shang Baiheng presented the will according to Yanxi's will.

After the cabinet circulated it, they immediately cried and wiped away their tears: "The change of the Yuan Dynasty is imminent, and the new emperor is in full bloom, so don't mention this ominous thing."

Yan Xi said: "The foundation of the country is the foundation of the stability of the country and the peace of the world. There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings. Make plans early to be prepared."

Shang Baiheng knew Yan Xi's life expectancy in his mind, he originally thought that there were still a few years left, but he didn't think about the number of days.

When Yanxi asked him to draw up the edict when he was young, he began to worry and worry. Seeing that Yanxi was impatient to pass the edict to the cabinet before the new year, he felt even more uneasy.

He looked at Yanxi worriedly.

Yan Xi returned a relieved smile to the teacher, then looked at all the ministers and said, "I'm at peace, teacher and all your lovers, don't worry."

Mei Ren, Pei Qingshi, Sun Chang and Zhou Yu saw that His Majesty's face was rosy and his body was strong, and they heard that His Majesty's swordsmanship was invincible in the world, and that even the empress' sorrowful wind could not be compared with Liushuang.They thought over and over again how powerful His Majesty is, and through the demonstration of the appearance imposed on them by Yan Xi, they gradually calmed down.

"It's just," Mei Ren reminded cautiously, "This edict only appoints the regent, not the crown prince, so how should it be done?"

"At that time, it will be decided by the Prince Regent." Yan Xi got up and did not want to discuss further, "The Prince Regent wants to ascend the throne himself, or find another prince, it is up to the Prince Regent to make the decision. Today's Haiyan Heqing is not the work of one person, he did it.How much, you are all like a mirror in your heart. I have no children under my knees. If I go, who has the final say, you must be aware of it. Don't be controlled by chaotic officials, and don't hide evil intentions. If you dare to make trouble, I will have a way to deal with you. Remember!"

Cabinet members were beaten to their knees.

They were beating drums in their hearts, and seeing that His Majesty refused to discuss any more, they thought it would be a long time, so they should find another time to persuade them.

Only Shang Baiheng stared blankly at Yan Xi's leaving figure, his face pale and deep in thought.

It was just after noon that day, Yan Xi suddenly froze.

He was looking at the plum blossoms at the time, but suddenly he smelled the fragrance of ink, which is unique to printed books.

It's the cue of the book, and it's the body's hunch.Without the blessing of Rongxue Pill, this body began to slow down until it stopped breathing.

Daodao came in with his head poking around at this moment, and called softly, "Yanxi."

After Yanxi ascended the throne, she named Dao Dao a princess in the name of being a "righteous sister", and placed Dao Dao in Yikun Palace which is the closest to Kunning Palace.

Being poor in modern times has been stepped on the bottom in ancient times, and they are also poor.

Dao Dao finally became a noble lady for a while, enjoying the preciousness in the world, living happily and happily, and never thinking of leaving.

Today she suddenly sensed that Yan Xi was not feeling well, so she hurried over.

At this moment, the two looked at each other silently.

Yan Xi smiled wryly and said, "Do you want to go with me?"

"I..." Dao Dao hesitated for a moment, did not give an answer, but asked worriedly, "Are you going back?"

"Yes." Yan Xi's face gradually turned pale, and he said weakly, "If you want to go back to modern times, I may be able to help you in the future."

"I know you are the only one who can leave now, and I know you are suffering right now." Daodao said worriedly with red eyes, "Can I help you?"

"No need, I have my own solution." Yan Xi comforted her, Yan Xi always had a heart of compassion for the only modern companion and author of the original work, and asked again, "Do you want to go back to modern times?"

"I..." Dao Dao hesitated, and then said after a moment of silence, "You have completed the mission, the world has been reborn, and I will not die repeatedly in the future, and you have given me such a good life, and you have helped me so much, but I couldn't share your pain, and in the end you still thought about me, I am really ashamed. I still don't know if I should go back, and I will tell you later, okay?"

"Okay." Yan Xi said, "Think slowly."

Dao Dao wanted to say something else, but Wei Chifeng came and said, "The Queen is here."

Dao Dao was very afraid of Song Beiming, he was afraid that he would accidentally say something wrong, and after hearing this, he left behind a prescription that he copied from nowhere, and ran away in a hurry.

Yan Xi knew that all the prescriptions were useless, but she still put her heart into it and folded it into her sleeve pocket.

When it was time for the lunch break, Yan Xi began to feel a little uncomfortable. The food she ate rolled in her stomach, making Yan Xi unable to lie down at all.

Yan Xi didn't intend to rest today, so he simply sat on the soft couch and continued to carve wood carvings.

Only eyebrows, Ming characters, necklaces and bracelets are left.

Song Beiming tried to pull Yanxi up several times, but he couldn't persuade him. He watched Yanxi silently, didn't say much, and watched quietly.

There are new peaches everywhere in the palace, red lanterns are hung all over the palace, there are many etiquettes and decorations to be done to welcome the new year, Ming Zhong led the palace people to be busy in an orderly manner.

Tomorrow there will be a ceremony that must be attended by the emperor. Everyone knows that the emperor and empress rarely spend time together, and no one will bother them.

Wang An stayed in the cubicle, without the emperor's attendant for half a day, so sleepy and drowsy.

Wei Chifeng and Ziyuan sat on the eaves, watching Jingdu put up red everywhere, singing and dancing, they looked at each other and smiled, sighing that the country is prosperous and the people are safe, and the years are peaceful.

Sansheng is lucky to be born in such a prosperous age.

The sun sets.

The New Year's Eve dinner is extraordinarily rich.

Yan Xi's stomach churned even worse, he couldn't eat any more, so he just lightly dipped each dish in some soup, quickly put it on jade chopsticks, and bowed his head to carve during the banquet.

Song Beiming gradually felt that something was wrong with Yan Xi in the past few days, but his pulse and physical examination showed nothing different.

He didn't believe in Yan Xi's medical record, nor did he believe what the doctor said. His premonition was so strong that there seemed to be a void in his heart for no reason, and he couldn't fill it up by sticking to Yan Xi every day.

At this moment, Song Beiming was a little dazed seeing Yan Xi's carving, and held Yan Xi's hand distressedly and said, "You don't have to send me off before the new year, just carve it tomorrow."

"It's a gift to welcome the new year." Yan Xi was engraving it to the most detail, without shaking his hands, and said without raising his head, "It will take another half an hour, empress, just wait."

"But you didn't eat." Song Beiming had no choice but to pick up food for him, and brought it to Yan Xi's mouth, "I'll feed you."

When Yan Xi smelled the oily smell, his stomach turned violent, his face turned pale in an instant, cold sweat broke out, and his hands and feet trembled.

Song Beiming was frightened, and quickly abandoned the jade chopsticks to support Yanxi.

Seeing that Yan Xi suppressed vomiting, he called someone to bring a golden basin.

Yan Xi vomited faintly while holding the basin.

Song Beiming looked at all this with cold hands and feet, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart. He hurriedly picked him up and shouted: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Xiaoxia!"

"My wood carving." Yan Xi pointed weakly at Yu An, "Take it back."

Song Beiming doesn't want this woodcarving anymore, he doesn't want Yan Xilei, it's not worth getting sick for such a thing.

He doesn't want anything anymore, and he doesn't want to be jealous anymore. As long as Yanxi doesn't get sick, he can give in anything.

The New Year's Eve dinner is served in Jiaotai Palace, which is only a hundred steps away from Kunning Palace.

After Yan Xi vomited for a while, her stomach felt better.While being tossed by Song Beiming, he silently ordered to the night sky: "Don't let me go so ugly."

Yanxi's order to the world took effect again.

When Zhou Ci and Mr. Xiao Xia came to see him, Yan Xi had already recovered.

"But Wei Yu was like that just now, so it's definitely not harmless." Song Beiming said anxiously, "Two gentlemen, please take another look."

"Stomach cold, vomiting and diarrhea are common emergencies, just take a short rest and adjust your diet." Mr. Xiao Xia comforted, "The queen's empress cares about it, so don't worry."

Song Beiming went to see Zhou Ci again, but Zhou Ci still couldn't explain why, after checking repeatedly, he only said: "Your Majesty has avoided meat and fish for the past two days, if you can't eat anything today, just drink some clear porridge and sugar water."

Song Beiming immediately ordered to go down.

Yan Xi's complexion improved visibly to the naked eye. Outsiders saw him as just suffering from an emergency, but only he knew that his hands and feet were cold, his breathing began to slow down, and he even lost his flexibility in his fingers.

Dying, a sign of the future.

Inexplicably, Yan Xi knew that the world didn't dare to take him away ahead of time, and his only wish now was to finish carving the wooden figurine.

Song Beiming sat beside him, feeding Yanxi porridge and water from time to time.

Yan Xi was finally willing to drink, and her complexion looked good.

When Yan Xi finished carving the last knife, there was a sudden sound of firecrackers outside, Yan Xi suddenly raised his head, stared at the gorgeous through the window and said, "Is it the new year?"

"Yes." Song Beiming was surprisingly quiet, "Your Majesty, you did it."

Yan Xi wanted to put the knife in place, but it became difficult for him to raise his hand, and the carving knife fell to the ground.

Yan Xi still wanted to see Song Beiming, but the movement of turning his head became too weak.

Song Beiming leaned over to pick up the carving knife, he squatted on the ground, his face sank in the shadow of the candle, and finally couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

Yanxi kept it from him, and from everyone else, but Song Beiming knew it tonight.Because the person who used to be able to swing the fastest sword, now he can't even hold a small knife steadily, and even a very simple knife needs to accumulate strength for a long time.

Swordsmen know what that means.

Yan Xi waited for a while, but Song Beiming got up.

He vaguely heard the sound of the palace door being pushed open, and Mr. Xia came to pick him up.

Yan Xi stretched out his hand to pull Song Beiming, but his hand was as heavy as lead, and he couldn't touch anyone who was close at hand.

Body temperature is like flowing water, and life is passing by at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hug me." Yan Xi opened her mouth, but no sound came out.He was so anxious, he opened his mouth again, and was trying to clear his cough when a big warm hand held him.

"Do you want to hug?" Song Beiming put the knife where Yan Xi wanted to put it, picked him up on his knees, warmed Yan Xi against his face, and stuffed the small knife he had carved into Yan Xi's hand.The man said: "Hug my little rain. I know what you want to say. If you give me a little one, I will give you one too. We will make a pair. Celebrating birthdays and New Years, myWei Yu is twenty years old, happy birthday!"

It turns out that Song Beiming knew all about it.

Yanxi received Song Beiming's body temperature, as if he had grasped the tail of life, and his husband was like this - he understood what I expected; he cooperated with what I concealed.

Yan Xi leaned against Song Beiming's arms, and finally gathered some strength to shout, "Song Beiming."

There were only a few steps from the soft couch to the dragon bed. Song Beiming hugged Yanxi and got into the bed together. He hugged Wei Yu tightly into his arms, gently pecked the fading lips and said: "Your Majesty likes to be named so much recently.What's the purpose of calling me by my last name?"

"The people in my place don't have words," Yan Xi felt overwhelming pain, but it was nothing to him, he was really good at enduring pain, so he was able to gently respond to a kiss, and he put Song Beiming's villainWith his son pressed against his chest, he said slowly, "Either you call me by name directly, or call me by name."

"Where are you from?" Song Beiming couldn't bear to snatch Yanxi's breath, so he only gently touched Yanxi's lips and said, "Where is my Yanxi from?"

"Here I am a Hakka, and my hometown is in another world." Yan Xi said more and more slowly, his beautiful lips could no longer respond to kisses, "I am not gone, I just went home. Song Beiming, don't yousad."

"Really? You said before that you want to go home." Song Beiming laughed miserably, and gently kissed Yan Xi's tears, "Can you tell me the way home?"

"Fight Modi, collect Yunhu, my Song Beiming is an indomitable hero." Yan Xi's voice gradually weakened, "I'll wait for you."

"I got it, Yanxi." Song Beiming couldn't hear Yanxi's breathing when he was close to each other. He waited for a moment, and kissed her deeply. At the end of no response, he buried his head in Yanxi's arms, extremely depressed.Weeping bitterly.

Yanxi fell into a white room.

He stood with his head down, lonely and sad. After a long silence, he slowly raised his head and wiped away his tears vigorously.

The moment he looked up, there was another person in the room out of thin air.

It's Xia Shuang.

Xia Shuang stood by the door in front of her and opened it for Yan Xi: "Your Majesty, go out from this door and you will be home."

Yan Xi was silent for a moment, looked around, saw a door appeared behind him for no reason, pointed to the door and said, "Is this the door to "The Secret History of the Prince?"

"Yes." Xia Shuang replied with a smile, "However, Your Majesty has left the book world and cannot return."

Yan Xi stared at him and asked again: "Do you mean going back?"

Xia Shuang said bluntly: "Your Majesty's body has come back to life, and the living body will lead your soul. Only when your body dies can your soul travel to other worlds, so Your Majesty can't go back to Dajing."

Yan Xi was noncommittal to Xia Shuang's answer, and asked instead: "Are reality and the time in the book parallel?"

"Yes." Xia Shuang heard Yan Xi's implication and said, "The time of the two sides has nothing to do with each other. Your Majesty plans to return to the book after the end of the real world?"

"What? Mr. Xia doesn't welcome you?" Yan Xi smiled subtly, "Afraid that after I go back, I will take back the Godhead I bestowed on you?"

"I thought Your Majesty understood what I said last time." Xia Shuang was slightly startled, and then said with some regret, "Siwei and Your Majesty are not enemies."

"Xi Jun grows wings and turns into a Beiming fish." Yan Xi smiled inscrutably, "I know that Mr. Xia wants me to turn you into a 'Beiming fish'. 'Beiming fish' comes from Zhuangzi's ""Xiaoyaoyou" said that people who pursue moral cultivation should follow the trend, forget themselves, and have no intention of seeking merit or fame. Coincidentally, this is completely consistent with the thought of "Zhi Deng Lu". There is a passage in "Zhi Deng Lu"In other words, Wen Lan once discussed with me. When I returned to Wenzhai, I specially wrote down my views at that time as criticism in the book. I thought I wrote it very clearly, and Mr. Xia should be able to understand it. I don’t think Mr. Xia didn’t understand it?"

"Please make it clear, Your Majesty," Xia Shuang said with a half-smile, "I don't understand Siwei."

If Yan Xidong watched the fire, he knew what Xia Shuang was laughing at. He said calmly: "Mr. Xia said last time that the person who holds the lamp is the core of the system's self-help in "The Secret History of the Prince", and the main god's task is also to save himself. The two are consistent.Just thinking, since they are consistent, what is the difference between the lamp bearer and the main god?"

Mr. Xia showed a gratified smile, and waited patiently for Yanxi to continue.

"My conclusion is that the main god is the lamp bearer." Yan Xi suddenly raised his authority, looked at Xia Shuang and said, "The end of summer is the beginning of autumn, the end of autumn is the fall of frost, and the middle of the two solar terms is the 'autumn equinox'. Mr. Xia has alwaysHiding your name, but willing to write "Xiashuang" in your letter to me, you want to tell me that you are the "autumn equinox". The autumnal equinox begins, the point of direct sunlight jumps over the equator, the temperature difference between day and night in the northern hemisphere increases, and the temperature drops day by day.The days are getting colder and the nights are getting longer and winter time. Your name is in line with the beginning of the "Secret History of the Prince" going dark, and you are the first lamp-bearer—autumn equinox!"

"Your Majesty is wise," Xia Shuang said approvingly, "You only need to give me one or two pieces of information, and Your Majesty will know the whole situation."

"I also know - you are not the main god!" Yan Xi suddenly raised an issue, "The main god is the executive lamp, but the person who holds the lamp is not necessarily the main god. If you are really the main god, you will not be restricted by a character's success to confer godhoodThe reason why gods are gods is because of their immeasurable merits, but you have always been in the back, and your merits are far from the point of becoming a god."

Xia Shuang didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either. He asked kindly, "Then, how can I explain that I can allow you to be reborn in this world?"

"Because the lamp-bearer is the core of the system's self-help, you, as the person born of the lamp-bearer, have certain system authority. Moreover, it is not you who allow me to be reborn in this world, but myself!" Yan Xi said fiercely, "I exchanged my own merits for rebirth energy."

"Since Your Majesty has figured it out." Xia Shuang let out a long breath, as if he was extremely happy. He looked at Yan Xi with clear eyes and said, "You probably understand what I want?"

"Last time you said, 'You were originally a wild crane, and got involved in disputes for no reason'; you also said that you were reborn many times before you controlled your consciousness, and you didn't go crazy during that process, so you became the guide of the lamp bearer." Analysis by Yan XiSaid, "You are not crazy, thanks to your open-mindedness, as you said, you are the 'leisure cloud wild crane' in this book. I guess, you want to be the idle cloud wild crane."

"Your Majesty knows me." Xia Shuang looked into the void and sighed, "I'm actually not suitable to be a lamp holder. I don't have the obsession and enthusiasm of Wen Lan and the others. They are willing to bear the burden, but I want to go far away."

"No." Yan Xi spoke slowly, his chest trembled slightly when he spoke, ""The Secret History of the Prince" is also known as "Flick the clothes when things happen", and the idea is to 'flick the clothes when things happen, and hide the merits and fame', yoursThe 'work' lies in the 'initiation', and your 'fruit' lies in the 'flicking'. Your mission has been completed."

"Good." Xia Shuang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He had never expressed such a strong emotion. He laughed for a long time, his eyes glowed, and he fixedly stared at Yanxi, as if he was watching himself endlessHe finally felt at ease in the loneliness of walking alone in the dark. He bowed deeply to Yanxi and said, "The system has passed your verification. You are welcome to use the authority, Lord God!"

Yan Xi stared at Xia Shuang coldly: "So, if I just listen to your words and go home directly through the front door, what will greet me will be a complete death?"

"Yes." Xia Shuang said without shame, "You are the only one who can bring you back to life. My authority is limited, and I can only do things that treat the symptoms but not the root cause, such as pain relief."

"You can't even extend my life for a moment." Yan Xi said coldly, "This is also the factor that makes me doubt your identity as the main god."

"Everything is clear." Xia Shuang's shoulders relaxed, and his whole body showed a relaxed state. He didn't want to look at the horizon while waiting, so he glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "The time has come, Lord God should go homegone."

Yan Xi also glanced at the time, he didn't need to answer anyone, he turned around and walked back, he was about to enter the door back to the book.

Xia Shuang stopped Yan Xi: "Your Majesty wants to return to the book and regenerate his body? Not going back to the college entrance examination? Not going to the modern era to treat his mother, but to find his sister?"

"I have confirmed to you that the modern world and the book are parallel worlds. Then, if I die in ancient times and return to modern times, it will not affect the modern timeline. When I return to modern times, it will be two months before the college entrance examination.The time of death, the exams in this world and the trajectory of life will not be affected. Then, I want to go back to the book first, to create a happy and prosperous world with my lover, relatives, teachers, comrades, comrades, colleagues and even enemies, Haiyan Heqing, singing and dancing will surely continue. Wei Yu and Mengze will build immeasurable merits and build a godhead together. In the future, the book will be done, and they will go to the present world together and be the co-lords of the world." Yanxi laughed happily, "AndI am the Lord God, where and when do I want to return, do I need to ask anyone?"

When Yan Xi walked into the door through the book, the Godhead of Lord God awakened, and the energy to control the world surged, and he laughed unfathomably.

However, His Majesty, who had just passed away on New Year's Eve, opened his eyes again, put more strength into his hands, gently twisted the hem of Song Beiming's clothes, and called out, "Mengze."

No matter how subtle your majesty's movement is, it is also a matter that the queen's heart cares about.Song Beiming felt it immediately. As soon as he started to cry, he was startled by the vision and stared hard at Yan Xi and shouted, "Wei Yu?"

"Celebrating the birthday, celebrating the new year, why are you crying?" Yan Xi's complexion slowly turned rosy, his deadly charm came back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and said softly, "Didn't you just want to kiss me?"

"What?" Song Beiming repeatedly confirmed restlessly. When Yan Xi gently raised his head and offered the kiss of twenty-year-old Emperor Jing Le, Song Beiming finally believed that His Majesty was only holding his breath for a short time.He clasped him into his arms in surprise, warm palms stretched up His Majesty's back, the warmth under his hands was so real, his hands were so strong that he slammed the back of His Majesty's head.

"Kiss me." Yan Xi's lips had returned to the most seductive crimson as the face was pressed against each other, His Majesty's breath was like blue, and he said captivatingly, "Quick, kiss, I."

Song Beiming kissed her hard.

The vicissitudes of the sea, the clouds and rains in Wushan, from now on, the spring nights are each other, and the years are also each other.

Emperor Jing Le created a prosperous age and lived in his sixties. He never chose another concubine in his life, only Empress Song.

On the same day, the emperor and the empress ascended to immortality by riding a crane.

Dajing courtiers and people all said that the emperor did not go west, but the immeasurable merits soared to the gods.

On May 2, 2023, a key high school in a city in Beijing.

The senior three students who came to the classroom early in the morning complained.

"The Labor Day holiday is legally three days, and we are only given one day! What about the other two days? Was eaten by the principal?"

"The principal can't eat it alone, and there are teachers and parents."

"Hey! I didn't feel like I had a break, so I came back to class again!"

"You guys are in such a good mood. You're still thinking about the holiday. Today is the April exam list. Aren't you nervous?"

"Nervous! The teachers corrected the papers too quickly. I just finished the test the day before yesterday, and today's rankings are out!"

"Who do you think will be the first in the grade this time?"

"It can't be Yanxi, can it? He fell from the first place in the monthly exam at the end of March to just over 50, which alarmed the principal. Everyone said that he had a puppy love, which affected his studies. I think he is often in a daze these days, and I'm afraid it's really puppy love."Want to return to the first place? Impossible. We are the city's key point, and those who can enter the high school entrance examination are all top students. If the people in front relax a little, the people behind will catch up."

"A lot of people have the strength to take the first place. If Yanxi wants to return to his original position, he has to see if everyone is willing to let him go."

"The ranking is out!" A student yelled and rushed into the classroom, winking and said, "Who do you think is number one?"

"Squad leader, right?" Someone answered, "He was the one last month."

"No. Guess again!"

Everyone guessed the top ten in the last monthly exam, but none of them were.

Everyone gradually realized something was wrong, and asked tentatively, "Yanxi?"

"Bingo! That's him!"

"The king is back?"

"Do you know how many points he scored in the Chinese test?" The student said happily, "149! It is said that the one point deducted was the result of the teacher's hard work, and he managed to find it. His composition is perfect! I heard that there are alreadyThe teacher sent his composition to the city for a competition, saying that a high school student has written an argumentative essay with a perfect score!"

"The perfect score composition, it can't be plagiarized?"

"I really can't copy it. Do you know what kind of writing style he wrote? Classical Chinese! This buddy is going to heaven!"

"In the last monthly exam, his grades in other subjects dropped significantly. I heard that the Chinese language test was also extremely high. I remember that he used to be at a level of 130 in Chinese. How did he improve so much in just one month?"

"Who knows."

At this moment, the protagonist of the discussion walked into the classroom.

Immediately someone came over and shouted: "Squad leader, congratulations."

Only then did everyone realize that the protagonist being discussed had arrived at the scene at some unknown time, so they turned their heads in embarrassment.

Yan Xi looked around at everyone, and said flatly: "There is nothing to congratulate, I didn't pass the exam."

"Hiss—" everyone sighed with different expressions.

If people do not do well in the exam, it is the end point that we will never reach.

Some are jealous, some are envious, and some are adored.

These are not important to Yanxi.

He sat down quietly and took out his English textbook to recite words.

When she first came back from wearing it, Yanxi forgot too much about mathematics, English, and comprehensive science, and had to think about the simplest questions for a long time when facing the papers.

Fortunately, the foundation is solid enough, and the logic of thinking is also there. After studying hard for more than a week, probably have a mind map in mind.

The monthly exam at the end of March was the longest exam in his life. He used to hand in the papers in advance, so he did it at the last minute.

Because there are many formulas that he can't remember clearly, they need to be deduced on the spot.

Fortunately, his grades did not drop too badly, and Shang Baiheng taught Chinese to save the day. The single subject of Chinese ranked first in the city, with a total score of more than 50 grades, and it was still in the top hundreds of levels in Beijing.

It took Yanxi a month to return to the first place, but it was only a narrow victory, only a few points higher than the second place.

Mathematics, science and comprehensive are not all correct, and several words in the English composition are not spelled out, and there is still a gap between the number one in Beijing.

Yan Xi is the school's seed player who sprinted for the top prize in the capital this year. The teachers of various subjects took turns to take care of him. Some teachers even offered to give him extra lessons, but he pushed them away.

He has his own learning method and his own pace, and there is still a month before the college entrance examination. As long as he strictly implements the study plan, he has great hopes of returning to the top level.

While Yanxi was summarizing recent learning achievements and looking forward to the future, a "knowledgeable" in the class suddenly ran in and shouted: "Shocking news! There will be a transfer student in our class today!"

"It's time for the college entrance examination, transfer student? Are you kidding me?"

"No kidding, full-faith news, students transferred from Shanghai!"

"I was just wondering if I am an immigrant from the college entrance examination. Is there any advantage I can take when transferring from Shanghai to Beijing?"

"He doesn't need the college entrance examination, he has already been recommended to B University!"

"What do recommended students do when they transfer to another school? What do you do when you have nothing to do?"

"And our school doesn't want to lose face? How could it easily accept students from other schools?"

"He said that he came to Beijing with his parents and wanted to find a place to continue his studies. He is a gold medalist in Olympiad physics! The teacher said that he managed to win our class and guide us."

"Cow!"

"This is awesome!"

"It's man!"

"Maybe it's a girl. Most girls can read now."

Yan Xi only slowly raised her head when she heard about Olympiad Physics, and was thinking "what are these contestants going to learn, let's go play", when the class suddenly fell silent.

The students looked towards the door at the same time, only to see a teenager walking in casually with a schoolbag on his shoulders.

This person is wearing a school uniform, at least 185 in height, with cool short hair, and looks at least at the level of a first-line male star, especially a pair of sword eyebrows and star eyes, instantly killing the popular traffic!

The classroom became even quieter.

Yan Xi put down his pen, he stared blankly at the boy.

He didn't recognize this face, but the look on his brows seemed familiar. The most important thing was that the boy stared at him as soon as he came in.

Yan Xi didn't like being stared at like this, he frowned slightly, and wanted to turn his head away.

The boy walked straight towards him.

Chu Xia's light was blocked, and Yan Xi was covered by the boy's figure.

Yan Xi felt offended and wanted to get up and walk away.

Seeing him move, the boy gave a smirk, "Tsk", stretched out his hand and said, "Yanxi, is that right? I heard you're going to take the No. 1 Scholar exam? I'm here to compare your grades."

Yan Xi stood up unhappily, thinking: This man must be sick, if he gets any closer, I'm going to strike.

The boy sensed his hostility, sneered, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, not letting him go, and said provocatively, "Why are you in a hurry? Let's get to know each other first, my name is Song Beiming."

Yan Xi was stunned, and was pushed back to his seat by those hands.

He looked at the boy blankly, and gradually became convinced in disbelief.

This tone of voice, this look in this look, and this bad and naughty tone are exactly the unruly young son of Wenhua Palace who refused to talk to him back then.

Yan Xi stared at the other party and got up again.

In the quiet stare at each other, the other party didn't make any more moves.

Yan Xi stretched out his hand and held the other's hand. When their palms touched, the two smiled inexplicably. Yan Xi said, "Hi Song Beiming, I'm Yan Xi, nice to meet you."

"End of text"