My historian is dying every day

Chapter 89 [I hope you are well]

Until a magnificent fireworks burned out, the moon hangs high in the sky, and thousands of mountains sink into the water, Qi Yufang is full of rebellion.The matter of archery teaching was moved to tomorrow, Wen Yanzhi obediently carried the bow and picked up the arrow box without bothering the guards, he led Wen Yanzhi back.

The New Year's Eve is approaching, and the lanterns at the door of every household are lit in red, which can make people feel a little warm in the cold night.Inside the South City Gate, the night market closed the stalls, and a few hawkers were picking goods. Occasionally, one or two of the customers who closed the stalls would inquire about the price, and they would sell what they had at hand at a low price. Good day, let's say goodbye to each other with a smile.

Holding Wen Yanzhi's hand, Qi Yu walked and looked at the harmony and music. He had the feeling that at the end of the script, the protagonist had retired from the world. At this moment, he thought that this was not in vain. For more than two years.

But this happy scene is not quite similar to that in the palace.

For Qi Yu, the new year in the palace started with the congratulatory speeches in the six booklets, and the affairs began to be complicated. The imperial letter prepared by the Ministry of Rites came out, and Zhou Fuying brought up a lacquer box and asked him to give some gifts to all the officials.Looking out of the screen door from the Imperial Study Room and Zichen Palace, there are brick-red corridors one after another. It is extremely cold in the middle of winter, and the palace people walk quietly. On the [-]th of the lunar month, the officials who had ended the last court meeting greeted each other and shouted "Happy Chinese New Year" a few times loudly, so that they could barely feel the flavor of the new year.

The day before New Year's Eve, the Empress Dowager Huirong would invite Prince Yu alone to eat in the palace as usual. They were all her own sons. Naturally, the post about eating could also be handed over to Qi Yu, but Qi Yu would sit down at Xuanci Palace at this time. In the middle of the day, he actually felt that apart from the trivial matters in the court and the troubles in the palace, he and the queen mother had nothing to talk about, and they were all rare pleasures in the capital with a few words from the king. happy.

And when she walked out of Xuanci Palace after the meal, the smile on the Empress Dowager Huirong's face was kind and compassionate, rather it was a forceful spirit. One looked at Qi Yu who was destined to have no heirs, and the other looked at the young The weak King Yu didn't say much, and he gave the same instructions every year.

"Mom, I don't expect anything anymore, I just hope you are well."

This is the truth.

"What are you thinking?" Wen Yanzhi's voice brought him back to the present world, Qi Yu raised his head and saw that the resort had already arrived.

He stood still, and suddenly turned his head and asked Wen Yanzhi: "Have you seen the Queen Mother?"

Wen Yanzhi didn't know why he suddenly asked this question, and he replied in a daze: "I have seen it. Before I became a housekeeper, I recorded the sacrificial ceremonies in the Neishifu. I visited a few times."

"Going back to Beijing this time..." Qi Yu tested Wen Yanzhi's expression, "Follow me to see the Queen Mother."

Wen Yanzhi: "What?!" Is it the kind to meet the queen mother?

——The queen mother must not send me to Dali Temple for a few tiger stools!

His expression changed so quickly that Qi Yu laughed: "Look at you, it's not that the Queen Mother doesn't know about me."

——this matter? ...

Wen Yanzhi frowned and asked him in surprise: "The empress dowager knows you have broken your sleeve?"

—You are still alive!

Qi Yu could tell what he was thinking when he saw his appearance, so he just looked at Wen Yanzhi impatiently: "Just say you don't agree with me!"

Wen Yanzhi's neck shrank from his yelling, his ears were a little red, he swallowed his saliva and licked his lips, and then he reassured: "Then... let's go."

He thought to himself, in the end, the empress dowager would know too.It's better to just let the empress dowager know.

...But what is the identity of the time to see the empress dowager?Do you want to wear official uniform?What to wear if not?Official ceremony or ordinary ceremony?Bend down and knock seven or nine?Is it necessary to show courtesy and filial piety?What to bring? ...

Suddenly, Qi Yu beside him squeezed him, as if startled by something nearby.

Wen Yanzhi came back to his senses, and before he could ask what was wrong, he saw that the two of them walked into the corridor of the backyard, and suddenly a dazzling beam of light lit up on the stone brick floor in the courtyard outside.

Wen Yanzhi laughed knowingly, "This is a shadow play made by Guard Li and the others to celebrate your birthday. Brother Gong wrote the script, and I haven't read it yet."

Qi Yu looked at the shadow swaying left and right in the circle of light with difficulty, it seemed that the hidden guards on the tiles above his head and Gong Zhiyuan were preparing, and Li Gengnian could still hear Li Gengnian shouting in a low voice: "Gong Zhiyuan, kick me again and throw you down! "

"You're so stupid, that thread is from this side!" Gong Zhiyuan was furious.

This noisy, suddenly Qi Yu didn't have much hope for the content of this shadow play.

After a while, Shen Youfang said impatiently "Is it all right?" Fang Zhitong called "Start, start", and the shadows falling in the light circle in the courtyard suddenly disappeared.

In the silence, Qi Yu hugged Wen Yanzhi and sat down in the corridor, but saw a small figure with Wusha came out from the circle of light, it seemed that someone's thumb was covered with a hat, and he looked like an official.The shadow bowed to the right, and the voice of the dark guard Jia learned in a high-pitched voice: "My Majesty, Zuo Tangxian, the living roomer, has gone. The Ministry of Officials has proposed a new living roomer, and now I have brought it to you."

"This is..." Qi Yu was stunned when he heard the sound, and there was another tall villain at the end of the halo, also wearing Wusha. In other words, see the emperor. This minister is twenty-one years old, beautiful in appearance and kind in heart, proficient in water control, and my father is still—"

"That's not how it was written in the script! Don't add drama without authorization!" Gong Zhiyuan yelled angrily from Wa Pi's head, followed by a "boom", and Li Gengnian yelled "Aiya".

Qi Yu and Wen Yanzhi laughed together, and heard Shen Youfang's voice followed by a slightly burly black shadow in the halo, and said with Shen Youfang: "Let's be flat, from now on you will be the only one I live in, your eyes are only When you look at me, you can only write about me with your pen, and you can only read about me in your mind."

"What the hell is this?" Qi Yu wanted to find a stick to stab Gong Zhiyuan on the tile. Can the emperor say this line?This is a rich man from the country looking for a lover in the capital!Shen Youfang, don't you feel your teeth hurt when you read this?

——Wen Dada and I met each other for the first time, and they were so elegant, how could they be changed into this strange thing!

Wen Yanzhi smiled and pulled his sleeve and said, "You still rewarded me with gold, but I gave it to Mr. Cao."

After a while, his eyes fell on the play of light and shadow, as if he was really reading someone else's story, but he added: "Now that I think about it, I should really keep it for myself."

"Don't be a pity." Qi Yu picked his chin with his long fingers and kissed him, a smile curled up on his lips, "The emperor is yours, why do you regret the gold rewarded by the emperor?"

Wen Yanzhi wrinkled his nose, took a breath, and sighed with a smile: "That's right."

The light and shadow reflected in the eyes are like a dream, as if bathed in the brook water where the maple is illuminated in cool autumn, as if mixed in the green smoke of the warm pavilion in deep winter.After the crowd had dispersed, the official of the residence hall dispersed all the servants to the front yard. Qi Yu carried Wen Yanzhi across his shoulders and pushed the door into the upper room. Before he could roll off the bed, he had already pushed the man against the door Kiss deeply.

A person's life is stable or ups and downs, there is an end to the world, and affection is always accompanied by fear, fear of graying and old age, fear of mountains and rivers and long separation, fear of not enough days, not enough to be unforgettable with the person next to the pillow.

Qi Yu kissed very dearly and deeply, and when Wen Yanzhi got up and bit his side face in a hurry, he suddenly came back to his senses and saw that Wen Yanzhi's lips were already red and swollen, but what was loosely reflected in those clear eyebrows was completely his own face .

He tightly trapped him in his arms, kissed his temples, took off his clothes, and caressed his waist with his palms. Finally, when the two of them pushed each other onto the bed, Wen Yanzhi threw him back into the soft quilt. The shoulders slid out of the collar, and the cyan inner skirt shone back in the dim yellow candlelight, shining on the jade-white shoulders and neck. Qi Yu looked at him like he was looking at a finely carved emerald. Itchy.

The next moment, a soft touch was in the corner of his eyes, and Wen Yanzhi sighed slightly salty, and pressed against the tip of his nose with a smile and a sigh: "What a day, what are you doing?"

With reddish eyes, Qi Yu grabbed his front collar and pulled him down to kiss him again, turned over and pressed him on the soft pillow with a smile, "Maybe it was smoked by the furnace..."

With a lot of love, the clothes were all faded, and the mouth was full of pink, Qi Yu's fingers touched Wen Yan's long legs from the bend of his knees, and he sank into between his legs, biting his body forbearance while panting. The lower man's earlobe asked if it hurt, but Wen Yanzhi's brows were tightly furrowed, and his long fingers were on Qi Yu's shoulders, almost sinking into his flesh and blood, but he grabbed his neck and kissed him obsessively.

"It doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt at all..."

Qi Yu's hand climbed up from his waist, and while moving his body, he rubbed and slowly twirled the pink fruit in front of him, and lowered his head to nibble on his neck that was exposed with his head up.

Unknowingly, Wen Yanzhi bent his legs and hooked his back, his throat overflowed with a thin groan, and the fullness of his lower body was transmitted from the spine of the tail to the altar. He closed his eyes, and his fingers penetrated through Qi Yu's black hair, Like a water bird flying in the river waves.

The soreness of the body and lower body was grasped by Qi Yu's generous palms, and the rhythm of the grip coincided with the movement of the giant between the thighs, and the ear temples were pampered in circles, and the momentary pleasure felt like being framed. Putting it on the fire, it became hotter and hotter, and it became more and more uncontrollable.Just when Wen Yanzhi thought this was the apex, the fullness of the back body suddenly receded, and before there was any time to be surprised, the next moment, the thick thing filled it up accurately and slammed into the weakest part inside On the fine meat.

"Hmm..." Wen Yanzhi exclaimed in surprise, but Qi Yu didn't wait for him to react too much, and even pulled his legs a little closer, causing his entire back to slip into the thin quilt and fall towards his waist Stuff it into an embroidered pillow, straighten your waist, and squeeze deeply into that spot of fine meat.

The sense of relief instantly strangled Wen Yanzhi's remaining reservedness. He looked up at the sachet shaking on the top of the couch, and heard himself moaning uncontrollably. The underwear at the bend called him in thin sweat: "Qi Yu...Qi...Yu..."

But the fullness in the body turned into a flesh blade, and the knife cut inside was too beautiful pain, sore, numb, and itchy. It took turns to capture Wen Yanzhi's city defense, and finally in the cooperation with the stem body, Qi Yushen Kissing him deeply and pushing him hard, the white water in Wen Yanzhi's brain turned into flower juice, and his mind sank away, Fang Jue suddenly relaxed...

The night is dyed on the window casement, the bright moon shines through the tulle, and there are birds and insects humming in the courtyard.

The two fell asleep with their necks crossed and hugged each other, Qi Yu hugged Wen Yanzhi in his arms almost like a boy, almost stubborn.

A room of warm candles, a room of spring love, a thin quilt wrapping a young body.He seems to be dreaming of the bright fireworks blooming in the night sky again, and the scattered sparks are reflected on the plain lotus lanterns in the river. Floating farther and farther in silence...

I don't know how long it took, and there was a whisper in my ear.

"Qi Yu."

"Qi Yu—"

He recognized that the call came from Wen Yanzhi, and immediately opened his eyes heavily, but saw that the morning light outside the window was still dim, and it was not time to get up yet.

Wen Yanzhi was standing next to him and looked at him with frowning eyebrows, the sadness on his face was like the frost and snow in the late winter.

"What's the matter..." Qi Yu raised his eyebrows and took his hand, only to find that there was a book that had been scalded with wax.

"Just take a look." Wen Yanzhi's voice trembled a little, "Guard Li just knocked on the door and sent it here urgently..."

The color of the wax paint was gorgeous, and when it fell into Qi Yu's eyes, he woke up for a moment. He immediately sat up and shook it to look at it, but when he saw a few words on it, there were four words that were extremely dazzling.

—— King Yu is critically ill.