Pampering the sea

This spring in the capital came more slowly than before.

The wild grass stretched across the sky, bent by the cold wind, and fell to the bottom of people's feet, leaving only a creaking sound.

The sky was as gloomy as ever, as if the heavy snow had just melted more than ten days ago, and there were signs that it would continue to come.

This is the spring of the ninth year of Ming Dynasty Daili.

The street was in chaos, a large number of teams of the Xiaoqi Battalion kept coming and going, there was the sound of chains coming from the feet of people parading the streets, and the jingling of bells and jingles scared away the geese flying from the south.

And this spring last year, around this time, it was the same situation.

The difference is that the winner at that time was the one who came later.

At that time, the emperor Zhu Yuchuan was stabbed to death by a traitor, and the new emperor Zhuruo ascended the throne, and will beheaded Li Dalie, the general of Beixun, who plotted against the previous emperor. Lung-cracking cries rang out.The former Minister of Rites, who was over ninety years old, knelt on this desolate grassland for a whole day. In the end, he bumped his head on the drum of the execution ground, blood spattered three feet, and died on the spot.Before he died, he cried bitterly and accused the emperor Zhu Ruozhi of treason, murdering his elder brother, and blaming Zhongliang. After that day, there was another snowfall in Shuntian Mansion in the capital, which covered the bleeding corpse.

But he couldn't hide the anger of his loyal minister and good general.

Thus, Zhu Yan, the benevolent prince, was the first to be promoted. With the assistance of a group of ministers, he overthrew the brother-killing Zhu Ruo, and successfully sat on the throne.

Only fifteen days later, Zhu Ruo fell from the clouds into the quagmire, and died without a place to bury him.

The rebels and their families were all put in shackles and chains, and accepted the cast aside eyes of the people on the street.

But at this moment, it seems that the same scene is playing out.

The third prince Zhu Qi and his cronies were crushed under the strangulation of various kings, and the cry of pain seemed to resound throughout the whole world for a long time.

The emperor Zhu Yan has always been weak, and he inadvertently lost power, which made the third prince Zhu Qi take advantage of it. Fortunately, the governor of Gyeonggi, Yan Zhan, returned to the court in time and rescued him from the dire straits.

One month later, Yan Mansion.

At this time, the spring is lingering, and the fragrant fragrance comes from the garden. There are butterflies flying among the flowers. At a glance, it is not where the butterflies are and where the flowers are.

The clouds were deep in the sky, covering the scorching sun, and the breeze was blowing on the face, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, which was cool and pleasant.

There is a stone table under the old banyan tree, and on the chair beside the stone table, sits a woman in light blue clothes. The woman is about 16 years old. She has a melon-seeded face and willow eyebrows. A pair of clear eyes looked at the floating clouds in the distance, and the thin sunlight lightly sprinkled into her black pupils, and the waves in her eyes were blurred, like flying flowers and falling jade.

On the stone table, there was a black bundle and a sword.

Suddenly, the woman's eyebrows moved slightly, as if sensing something, she stood up.

The wind blows through the trees, the woman's hair dances with the wind, and the dark green belt that binds her slender waist is also fluttering.

The woman turned around and looked at the person coming, no emotion could be seen in her clear eyes.

"You're here." She opened her lips slightly.

The clouds in the sky were so pale that it was almost invisible, the grass fell to the side with the wind, and between the deep blue was a pair of black boots with golden patterns.The owner of the boots has black hair and dark eyes, and the hem of the moon-white robe is slightly raised by the wind, a few rays of sunlight that bloom just right pass through the magnolia leaves, and white petals that fall from nowhere brush over his face, swirling like a cloud of smoke fly.

The picturesque eyebrows hide a calm and wise beyond age, the man walked over lightly, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the girl's delicate and beautiful face was reflected in the dark eyes.

He stood there without speaking, and the girl did not speak for a while.A few gusts of wind blew by, rolled up a few leaves on the ground, and whizzed past.

"Yan Zhan."

Xin Yue looked at the man in front of him, but still opened his mouth.

"Huh?" Yan Zhan stared at her without blinking, his calm brows turned slightly cold, and there seemed to be a hint of coldness, "What's the matter?"

"I……"

"Did you eat well?" Yan Zhan interrupted Xin Yue.

Xin Yue was startled and nodded.

"Did you sleep well?"

Xin Yue took a breath, and tried his best to calmly say: "Yan Zhan, you are very good to me, I know, but..."

"Are you satisfied with your stay?" Yan Zhan's eyes were dark, and he interrupted Xin Yue again.

Xin Yue didn't speak any more, she took a step back, and wanted to pick up the burden and sword on the table, the meaning of her actions could not be more obvious.

Yan Zhan took a step forward and snatched the burden and sword she was going to take before her.

Xin Yue frowned lightly: "Now you are highly valued by the emperor, there will be no danger anymore, and I have recovered my health here as you wished, and I am ready to leave, Yan Zhan."

When she spoke, her tone was very light and slow, and her soft voice was extremely pleasant, but it was full of determination that no one could refuse.

"Hospitality is hard to turn down, but I still have my own things to do. Thank you for your warm hospitality over the past few days. See you soon."

Seeing that Yan Zhan still didn't respond, Xin Yue slightly raised his head, frowning a little:

"So, give me back my stuff, okay?"

Yan Zhan ignored her, just shook his head and said, "Stay for a few more days."

"You said the same thing when I was leaving a few days ago."

Xin Yue said lightly.

"Why do you have to go?" Yan Zhan took a step forward and looked at Xin Yue.

At this moment, Yan Zhan's eyes were too dark and bright, and Xin Yue couldn't help but think of that night on the boat, when he grabbed her wrist and surrounded her between him and the wall, his eyes were the same as now , bright and compelling, implying a kind of strength that cannot be rejected.

Xin Yue also took a step back, distanced herself from him, her voice was no longer gentle and soft as before, but became a little cold, as if frost had settled on it.

"I have something to do."

"What can you do?" Yan Zhan raised his voice and asked back, his eyes never moved away from her face.

Xin Yue frowned slightly, her voice was a little cold:

"You've changed, Yan Zhan. It's been so hard for me to talk to you these days."

Yan Zhan's face turned pale, and a cold feeling quickly overwhelmed him, and he seemed to wake up, in her eyes like looking at a stranger.

"Forget it, let's go."

Yan Zhan didn't know what to say, so he handed the things in his hands to her.

Yes, he also felt that he had changed.Become, let him feel strange.

Why did he come up with the idea of ​​keeping her by his side?Why do you want her to never leave?

Why would she feel inexplicable anger when she thought about her obsession with Chu Zhiling, an anger that he had no way of controlling?

Why do you want to tell her, in fact, you don't have to go anywhere, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to wander around, just stay here, just stay by my side?

He hated the feeling, the feeling he didn't know where it came from or how to get rid of it.