Chapter 97： (1/2)

Without waiting for the news from the palace, he was tired of walking low-key to the warm pavilion where the young man was. He couldn't be more familiar with this path. Looking from afar, there was a warm lamp lit in the room, and the screen window faintly revealed light, and a small and familiar shadow reflected on the window, which made him feel a little expectant.

He slowed down subconsciously.

Two little eunuchs who were watching the night outside the door were burying their heads to watch the night. They did not prevent a pair of bright yellow clouds and brocade pattern boots in their sight, and raised their eyes. When they saw that it was Queen Jing, they could not hide the surprise on their faces: They You know, your majesty's favorite is the son! Otherwise, how could I hear that the son is sad, and I can't wait to rush over.

The prince would look at his eyes very well, knowing that his Majesty did not want to be disturbed, so with a serious face, he compared the gesture of "silence" to the two little eunuchs who were happy.

The two little eunuchs nodded cheerfully.

Xie Fei strode into Nuan Pavilion, but the scene in front of him was beyond his expectation. The young man he thought was sad and depressed, was reading the book quietly, his dark eyes seemed to stare intently, and he didn't even hear the footsteps at the door. The sound, there is a rustle of books in the air.

Maybe it's going to bed. The young boy's soft ink hair draped over his shoulders, and his slender eyelashes flickered under the candlelight. It fell on the face like a fan-like shadow, making the peach-shaped face white and delicate. The nose is quite and upturned, and the little mouth is ruddy, indescribably delicate and delicate.

Not to mention the incompetent aura from this person, which can always relax people. Accompanied by the other side, the passage of time has also become slow and long, as if it is safe and stable, and the years are peaceful, he wants to lean over and hold the person in his arms.

There were conversations from time to time in the room, and the palace clerk tidied up the bed and put down the golden hook lightly.

The palace person urged warmly: "My little ancestor, it's late at night, let's put the book down, we should rest." Another palace person also nodded and said: "Look again during the day to avoid breaking your eyes. Slave. Wipe your feet."

The palace man said, stretched out his hand, wanting to take away the book in the young man's hand.

But Yin Minglu was still reluctant, and twisted his arm to avoid it. He didn't dare to move too much. After all, his feet were still immersed in the warm water basin. If he made a big move, he had to overturn it directly.

Soaking feet while reading novels is Yin Minglu's regular activity before going to bed. Today is no exception. There is no heartbroken emotion on his face. Instead, he holds the book in his hand and laughs from time to time, as if watching with gusto.

The feet are soaking, and for a while, the white and tender left foot rubs the right foot, and the white and tender right foot rubs the right foot for a while. Looking at the slightly narrowed eyebrows, I can't say that it is comfortable. Every time he was told by the palace clerk to stay up late to read a book, he would be extraordinarily confident and confident: "I can't blame this. If you want to blame, I blame the writer for writing too well."

Sure enough, the wisdom and brains of the ancients cannot be underestimated.

A palace man shook his head, "I don't know a few big characters, but I don't think the book is interesting." Literacy is only the upper class people can learn. They have no chance to get in touch, so naturally they don't think Yin Minglu likes to read folk novels before going to bed. What's the point. There are things like Yan Ruyu and the Golden House in the book, which are too far away.

Yin Minglu said: "Neither. These are written by some unsuccessful scholars, and they are not literary. The stories are also very interesting. The articles of the kind, your Majesty always call me to read, and I don't like it. Just this paragraph. The story, I will give you a brief description." The little lord dared to do the things that Jingdi complained about Jingdi behind his back.

"I'm talking about a scholar surnamed Li. After the title of the Gold List, I walked across the horse and saw a lot of women who secretly gave him a look of affection. But he was arrogant and said that he was looking for a like-minded woman from an official family. Fortunately, I have read books. After marriage, the two can chant poems and make harmony and be beautiful. Isn't this too much of a reason?"

The palace man was attracted by the vivid pictures described by his master. Han Chuang studied hard for ten years and became famous all over the world. When his career is steady, he can still sit on a beautiful girl. This is indeed a dream that all scholars in the world want to dream. This is indeed not too much. .

Yin Minglu continued: "Then, because this scholar is more talented than Panan, a beautiful but less educated official lady fell in love with him, and she repeatedly invited him to climb mountains and lakes. But the scholar found that the other party was vulgar. So stay away. The housekeeper was uneasy and found a stylistic pen, and asked a daughter of a talented and impenetrable private school to write some beautiful verses, pretending to be her own, and post it. These words are beautiful, and the words are brilliant. , So that the number one scholar loves her very much. The daughter of the private school is sad and depressed after hearing about it. It turns out that she also loves the number one scholar deeply, but she suffers from her low status and plain appearance, so she dare not give it to her heart."

"The young lady is actually looking for a pen?" The palace man listened thoroughly, and began to feel insecure. After all, people in this world are rich and powerful, and there will be these nasty things. "The daughter of the private school is too pitiful."

They couldn't help substituting themselves into the identity of the weak, and felt the same for a while.

"Yes, the number one scholar often communicates with the young lady, and gradually his love is deeply rooted. It can be said that he fell in love with the beautiful skin of the official lady, and fell in love with the amazing talent of the private school girl. After the incident was exposed, he consciously suffered. Deception, he thinks the official lady is superficial and ignorant, but she is really beautiful, he thinks the private school girl is talented, but she is really mediocre, so he hysterically smashed the things in the house, guess what? Which one did he choose?"

Yin Minglu lifted his appetite, and the palace servant hurriedly approached, with a heart tickling like a cat's paw. He wanted to hear the follow-up, so he urged: "What happened in the end? He should be the chosen private school girl? After all, the two have the same temperament. , The preferences are similar."

"Neither." Yin Minglu smiled slyly. "He has both of them. The glamorous and generous official lady is the eldest wife, the Xiaojiabiyu's private school girl is the little wife, and he has two beautiful ladies in one go. Don't give up, isn't it beautiful?"

Palace person: "..." Excuse me. They can't even marry a wife, let alone two at once.

What Yin Minglu didn't say was that the two women thought they had deceived their husband before they got married, so after marriage, they called the champion man a hundred obedience, and they all poured tea and water diligently. Moreover, this champion became the son-in-law of the official family, and relied on his capable father-in-law to get rid of the officialdom. While he married a private school girl, the father-in-law of the private school taught a group of capable students, and those students finally became the champion. The network of people has made the champion scholar rise steadily, and he is highly regarded by the emperor.

Even the princess who was just widowed gave him great favor. On the night of the full moon, he could not help but sing and sing and applaud for love. Moreover, the number of people in this harem is increasing. YY masterpiece. In the age when there was no mobile phone, Yin Minglu looked like a natural thief, and he couldn't bear to move his feet halfway from the bucket.

Coupled with the brainwaves he sent out, he flew back this time to make sure that he would definitely complete the task, so Yin Minglu naturally reversed the depression in the afternoon and was in a good mood, ignoring the tall figure standing outside the window.

"That's what you said, worry about me, crazy, and I can't eat to eat, I think his life is pretty beautiful." Reading this kind of little yellow book every day, dreaming of the spring and autumn dream of marrying a beautiful girl, he breathed a sigh of relief. I want to marry two more! ?

Xie Fei stared coldly at the prince's blue and white face. The cold and unsentimental gaze made him kneel in terror, and said in a hurry, "But when I first heard the news, the youngest son really couldn't eat. Let's eat." This news can't be wrong, but when he turned his head, Xiao Shizi started to laugh and jogging again, as if he didn't take this matter to his heart at all.

Xie Nian rubbed his tall nose, wishing that he could not get a ban that would prevent such unethical and unrealistic books from appearing on the market in the future. But he knew that if he really did this, the poor literati in society would probably have trouble, and the child couldn't find the joy of life, he must be the first to jump over, and he would not be allowed to do so with his teeth and claws.

Forbidden to make trouble, he can't help worrying again.