Homecoming Ballad (GL)

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Chapter 38

The next day.

The Emperor's Edict of Guilt has just been promulgated, and it is not known whether the torrential rain in the two prefectures of Huxun will stop, but the capital city - Xindu has started to drizzle chaotically.

A fine rain curtain slid down from the eaves and tiles. Looking through the rain curtain, the ends of the branches of the ancient trees and sparse tung are dimly protruding towards the sky, and inadvertently sprinkled withered yellow leaves in the blue sky of Liao Yuan. , Fluttering and lonely, it meets the looming corner of the majestic imperial city.

The red charcoals are set up intertwined with each other in the stove, surrounded by the rising flames, and there is a kettle on it, with muffled murmurs and steaming.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a person and an umbrella coming from a distance. Yiyang, who was holding a scroll in his hand, curled his mouth slightly. Behind him, the clever maid immediately added a cup of tea. At the bottom of the water, the strong tea fragrance becomes stronger with the change of water color.

Before stepping into the corridor, he handed the paper umbrella to the waiter. Lu He took off the oil coat on his body again, and his maid took it.

"Your Highness." Lu He bowed to Yiyang.

Lu He is not wearing an official uniform today. He has a light green straight body and a thin cloth. From his shoulders to the hem, he is dotted with ink-dyed lotus, which is swaying and beautiful. The jade belt around his waist is tightly tied. Compared with the past, it was more obvious, the white satin boots were stained with mud and water, but this did not diminish her seemingly spotless temperament.

Yiyang retracted his gaze, took a sip from the teacup, and said calmly, "Sit down and talk."

It stands to reason that each of the short couples has a couch, but today there is only one couch on the side adjacent to Yiyang.

Lu He was slightly startled, and turned his eyes to the maidservant behind Yiyang for help, but the maidservant turned a blind eye and sat down cross-legged, fearing that Yiyang would be so close to him and something would happen to him.

"Tang Ci has no relatives to rely on in Beijing. Master Qin is Tang Ci's teacher, so she stays in Shangshu's mansion to recover from her injuries. The minister just visited the mansion and saw that she was chatting and laughing with Princess Rouke, with a ruddy face and words There is nothing wrong with being calm, and she also asked her ministers to thank His Highness."

Putting down the teacup, Yiyang's fingers inadvertently touched Lu He's left hand. Yiyang shivered from the cold, and glanced sideways at Lu He. After winking, he asked in doubt, "Rou Ke?"

Yiyang and Rou Ke are not familiar with each other, but they have met a few times during the festivals and palace banquets, and vaguely remember that they are indifferent and lonely characters, how can they get along with Tang Ci?

"It is said that we met in Biyun Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. It is quite speculative." Lu He put his hands close to the stove to warm them up, took a breath of hot air into his palms, and rubbed them to warm them.

Suddenly his hands were snatched away——

After waiting for Lu He on the porch for an hour, Yiyang's hands were already warmed by the charcoal fire. He put her hands in his palms and rubbed them carefully, while raising his eyes to make fun of her: "Did I deduct your monthly salary? It's cold in late autumn." , are you reluctant to spend money to buy even a jacket?"

The peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and the black pupils were full of sincerity. The cold hands slowly felt in Yiyang's soft and delicate palms. Lu He stared blankly for a long time, and then remembered that the move was over. The moment was overstepped, and he was about to take his hand away: "Your Highness---I am afraid..."

In her desperation, her hands were strong, and when Yiyang grabbed him with all her strength, she pulled the whip wound on her right shoulder, and couldn't help twisting her two eyebrows together in pain, and took a light breath.

"His Royal Highness?" Lu He only knew that Yiyang entered the palace yesterday, but didn't know what happened to her in the palace. At this moment, he just thought that he lost control of his strength and hurt her, so he hurriedly freed his hands and kowtowed to the ground, "Damn it."

Yiyang felt chest tightness and shortness of breath when he heard that, didn't he just take off your clothes when we first met, and then treat me like a torrent all day long?

Seeing this, the maidservant who came with the hand stove rushed forward to visit, and said anxiously: "Your Highness, but the wound hurts, servantmaid to call the medical officer over?"

Hearing this, Lu He raised his eyelids, only to see that the maid gently pulled down Yiyang's shoulders, a red and swollen scar as thick as two fingers lay across it, and there were some blood spots, which looked very creepy.

"No need." Yiyang looked back, seeing that the swelling had actually subsided a lot compared to yesterday, so he felt relieved, avoiding the scars and hooking the corner of his clothes to put on his clothes again.Then he asked the maidservant to add a few pieces of charcoal to the stove and pass them to Lu He.

Lu He took the hand stove, thanked him respectfully, and then wanted to get up and sit down, but Yiyang took a look at him, and then took back his raised left leg.

After a long while, Yiyang seemed to have lost his breath, and said lightly: "Get up."

After Lu He took his seat, the atmosphere became inexplicably silent, and even the maidservant who was standing beside her didn't dare to breathe out.

Suddenly, Yiyang ordered: "Stretch your hand over here."

Lu He was stunned for a while, holding the warm hand stove in both hands, he said woodenly: "Your Highness, I'm not cold anymore."

"You're not cold, I'm cold, help me to keep warm." Yiyang raised his chin slightly, spread his palms upwards, and handed it to Lu He.

If it was said to be presumptuous before, if he really warmed Yiyang's hands at this moment, it would be blasphemy, but if he didn't warm her hands, it would be disrespectful.

Lu He's scalp tingled for a while, swallowed, and smiled tentatively: "Your Highness's hands look ruddy, probably not cold, so there is no need to..."

"Who says it's not cold?" Yiyang gave her a light gouging look, and muttered in a low voice, "Your cold words have turned all the warm kindness into coldness."

Lu He bowed his head and answered yes, then put down the hand stove on the spot, then stretched out his hand to gently rub Yiyang's hands which were clearly much hotter than his own, but he could feel her hands trembling slightly, as if she was really I caught a cold.Thinking of the whip marks I saw just now, I somehow felt a little distressed, and based on the whip marks, I deduced that it should be done by someone else, so I asked what happened.

The trembling and serious appearance reveals a fascinating cuteness. Yiyang stared intently, and unconsciously curled a smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't wake up until he heard Lu He's question. He coughed a few times and briefly explained the matter. Tell the whole story.

"Your Highness's move..." Lu He pursed his lower lip, considered his words, and continued, "It's a little risky."

Yiyang was not very satisfied with Lu He's evaluation, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Not desirable?"

"It's not unacceptable just based on the result of His Majesty calming down the anger of the East Palace and confining his feet to think about his mistakes." Lu He shook his head, and he forgot that he was still holding Yiyang's hands in his hands. He just ignored the blush on Yiyang's face, "Chujun is most afraid of sensuality and indolence. The East Palace has always been cautious in words and deeds. This time, it was just a moment of confusion. It happened to be flooded. His Majesty was troubled and worried before being questioned." Responsibility. Responsibility and love. His Majesty has a measure in his hands, and he will not punish him for anything good or bad. He will return to the East Palace to recuperate his wounds. He will take advantage of the turmoil and stand still, and quietly identify the details of placing Lu Wangfu in the East Palace. Lu Wangfu contacted secretly, to catch a turtle in an urn."

As he spoke, Lu He's cheeks showed two dimples again, and he raised his eyes to look at Yiyang: "This is to be put to death and reborn, so why do you need your Highness to risk yourself?"

Withdrawing his hands calmly, Yiyang picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp, trying to hide the inexplicable throbbing and panic in his heart, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "The prince is my brother, I will never let him When Feng Bingzhu got the news yesterday, I had to rush in and make a fuss." Looking at Lu He again, he smiled softly, "Didn't you insist on working for the King of Lu before? Why are you thinking of something to harm him now? Is it easy to plot tricks?"

"One minister does not matter to two masters. Since the minister has entered His Highness's command, he should be driven by His Highness." Lu He was calm on the surface, but in fact he was very guilty. He was afraid that Yiyang would see the slightest strangeness at the end. After thinking about it, he turned around. Hua Tou said with a smile, "However, Your Highness and Dong Gong were separated when they were young, and unexpectedly, the brother-sister relationship is so deep that His Highness is willing to take the blame for it."

Hearing this, Yiyang's eyes darkened a little, and she was full of loneliness. She pondered for a moment before slowly saying: "Since I have promised my mother and concubine before she died, I will keep my promise." She looked at Lu He Wanluan and smiled, her eyes fluttering Conquer the loneliness and let out the pure romance, "Just like what my husband once told me, the story of Jibu Yinuoqianjin, what men can do, why women can't, not only can, but can do better."