Heavy rain splashed along the eaves toward the porch, and the palace guards took a step back in unison, lest they be struck by the droplets of water from the men.
Gu Yuanbai wiped his hands and put on his coat and glanced at them, "Where did it go?"
A few guards busily said, "Back to Your Majesty, I and others saw someone triple-guessing from outside the courtyard before the rain fell, and with suspicion in my heart, I went up to find out what was going on."
Heavy rain is like beads on a string, twilight rain is cloudy, everywhere seems to be covered with fog, in the dim sky only the color of the clothes is bright as old.
Gu Yuanbai stepped out of his room and felt a triple vapor on his face, he turned to the side and dodged out of the way of the doorway into the wind, "What kind of people are they?"
"It was a monk from one of the other temples who had come to Pure Dust Temple to study Buddhism," said one of the guards, "and when my ministers and others went after him and asked him, the monk said that he had recognized the wrong person."
Gu Yuanbai turned his head to follow the palace attendant and said, "Bring them a few clean towels and handkerchiefs first."
The palace guards had already brought it and passed it over to a few people. The guards took it and wiped the water stains from their hair and bodies, "Your Holiness, we checked the monk's ultimatum, and it is true that he is a monk who came from one of the famous temples in Hebei, no wonder there are a few hints of Hebei's accent in his accent. After confirming his identity at the presiding officer of the Pure Dust Temple, heavy rain fell on my minister and others on their way back."
The heavy rain came suddenly, drenching them all at once. Gu Yuanbai nodded casually, and when he saw that the towel and handkerchief were wet and the water stains on their bodies hadn't been dried yet, he said, "You guys go back to your rooms first to change your clothes."
These people only wore this clothes on their body, if they wanted to not catch the wind chill, the only way was to take off the clothes on their body and lie on the bed in the bedroom wrapped in the quilt and wait for the clothes to dry.
Several people left one after another, leaving only Xue Yuan standing wetly in place, his lapel so heavy that it was still dripping water, "Your Holiness, there are no kangbeds in the temple, how did you sleep at lunchtime?"
The silver wool coat that danced in the wind obscured the face of the saint, Gu Yuanbai raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were dark and moist, his skin was like white jade, and for a moment it was like a person in an ink painting moving in general, only the voice that he spoke was not cold or hot, "Not good."
Xue Yuan grinned, and when Gu Yuanbai thought he was going to say another nonsense about warming his bed, Xue Yuan saluted and retreated back into his room to change his clothes.
Gu Yuanbai abruptly chilled his face.
He expressionlessly looked at Xue Yuan's back, the corner of his lips hooked into a silent sneer as he turned around and went back to his bedroom.
Late Night.
The sound of the rain outside the window became even more ferocious, and in the midst of the storm, someone outside whispered a few words, and the wooden door creaked and gently closed again.
Someone approached Gu Yuanbai, and before he could stoop down, His Holiness had already said in a harsh voice, "Get out!"
The man's figure lurched and obediently froze still. His voice, after being soaked by today's rain, contained a wet hoarseness, "Your Holiness, I asked the imperial physician yesterday, and your body is now almost well."
Gu Yuanbai rolled over and raised the quilt, ignoring it.
The white glistening quilt on the reclining bed seems to reflect a light color light, a corner is pressed on the side of the saint's face, the dark light sets off the saint's ear beads also have a rounded color. A small part of the side of his face was exposed, hidden and half covered.
Xue Yuan took a good long look at him, not daring to really look up at him today until his shallow addiction was satisfied and he was in the mood to do something else.
Xue Yuanyao raised his knee and pressed down on one of the Saint's quilt corners, Gu Yuanbai didn't yank over the quilt, his voice grew colder, "Xue Jiuyao, I'm telling you to get lost."
"Your Holiness listen to my explanation," Xue Yuan said, "I had a hard time getting on the dragon bed again that day, and after doing my best to make Your Holiness comfortable, the next day Chief Tian brought the imperial physician to me, and the imperial physician said that Your Holiness was weak, and that there would be a period of powerlessness and fatigue once the spice was broken. "
Xue Yuan whispered, "I wouldn't dare to touch it." After a pause, his voice was even more hoarse, "I don't even dare to look at it."
On the contrary, the Holy Spirit is like a flower, and all day long, she is wandering around in front of Xue Yuan. With scent, with water droplets, the more ruthless the look, the more unbearable it is to look at.
Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and did not say anything, Xue Yuan spine stiffened, but he had good waist strength and was still swimming, "Don t be angry, saint, I am ...... tonight."
"Why do you have such a strong sandalwood scent on you," Gu Yuanbai's nose wrinkled, "Did you go to worship Buddha?"
Xue Yuan's expression suddenly became odd, and he blurted out, "A dog's nose?"
Gu Yuanbai laughed back in anger, there happened to be a thunderbolt outside that crossed the sky, Gu Yuanbai stretched out his fingertips and pointed at the thunderbolt outside the window, "I'm a dog's nose, then you're a coward. Xue Jiu Yao, flying a kite in cloudless weather is not heroic, if you want to ask for thunder, this will be just the right opportunity."
"I said the wrong thing, Your Majesty's nose is a nose made of jade, how do you look at it?" Xue Yuan laughed and pondered for a while, "I can't fly a kite on a rainy day. But if Your Majesty can grant me a request, I can stand in the rain for a while and let Your Majesty see if I am a coward or not."
Gu Yuanbai lazily said, "I'm not interested in accompanying you to play with these things."
"Your Majesty, the courtyard is in the center of a laurel tree, laurel tree on the top of a newly grown shoots, buds and leaves green and tender, soft branches," Xue Yuan came to the energy, "I go to your Majesty to fold over, your Majesty do not want to make a bet with me? If you can fold ......"
Gu Yuanbai couldn't help but follow and ask, "If it can be folded?"
Xue Yuan's hand clenched into a fist, once the selfishness that had been endured for a month leaked out, all five fingers cackled, "If you can fold, Your Holiness, your foot lends the minister a hand, half an hour will be enough."
Feet? What feet can do.
Although Xue Jiuyao's request was a bit strange, it didn't seem difficult either. However, Gu Yuanbai knew that he must not be harboring good intentions, so he didn't want to take care of him, and with his eyes closed, he was about to instruct him to warm up the bed and then get the hell out of there.
As soon as Xue Yuan uttered these words, he had already excited himself, and ambled down to the saint's ear, constantly coaxing, "Your Majesty, if the folding doesn't come down, I'll listen to you, and I'll do whatever you want me to do."
Gu Yuanbai asked rhetorically, "What am I asking you to do now, are you not going to do it?"
Xue Yuan choked and honestly said, "Do."
Gu Yuanbai rolled his eyes and continued to sleep his sleep. But Xue Yuan was really annoying and kept talking in his ear, Gu Yuanbai couldn't stand it anymore, "Then go fold!"
Xue Yuanyao abruptly rolled out of bed, turned around, and darted outside. There was another flash of lightning and thunder outside the window, and Gu Yuanbai sat up with a sudden change of expression on his face, "Xue Jiuyao!"
Lights were lit inside and outside the house, and the palace people were in a hurried pace, but before Gu Yuanbai could get anyone to call out to the life-threatening Xue Yuan, a guard outside pressed a man to approach, this man was clad in a straw raincoat, unable to see his face and figure, wrapped in thick dampness amidst the curtain of rain, and the guard said in a low voice, "Your Holiness, this man came in the middle of the night to beg for a meeting with Your Holiness outside."
His Holiness, with his regular clothes on, did not reveal his identity. This person, however, revealed it with a single word, and the guards did not dare to delay, and immediately led the people to the Holy Lord.
Gu Yuanbai glanced through the side of this man's shoulder toward the gloom amidst the pounding rain, "Come in."
People clad in straw raincoats walked into the compartment, their voices were purposely lowered hoarsely: "Your Holiness had better wave off the outsiders for good."
Gu Yuanbai said coldly, "You say."
The Demoiselle Man paused and reached out to remove the straw raincoat from his body. With a "rumbling" sound, white light cut through the sky, illuminating the Demoiselle Man's face.
Plain and ordinary, with a waxy face and a few wind chills, it is the second prince of Western Xia, Li Ang Yi.
Li Aung Yi looked straight at the Emperor of Daheng, and as expected, the Emperor of Daheng's face suddenly changed, stood up and walked towards Li Aung Yi. Li Aung Yi was about to smile slightly, but Emperor Daheng crossed straight over him and opened the door just to yell outwards, "Xue Jiu Yao, you die directly on the tree!"
After a sentence was yelled, cold air rushed in down his throat, and Gu Yuanbai covered his chest and coughed a few times, slamming the door shut and muffling a cough as he sat back down.
Li Aung Yi said, "You look not at all surprised."
Gu Yuanbai drank a mouthful of warm tea to slow down, his remaining light breezily sweeping over him, "Second Prince of Western Xia, long time waiting for you."
Li Aon Yi raised an eyebrow and sighed as he bent down to salute, "Then I guess you already know why I came this time."
Gu Yuanbai laughed, "You can also represent Western Xia?"
Li Aung Yi let out a bitter smile, "Then it depends on whether you are willing to let me represent Western Xia."
Gu Yuanbai slowly had a fresh cup of tea brewed and asked, "Where did the spices come from?"
Li Aung Yi said, "The Great Heng people."
Gu Yuanbai jerked his head sideways to look at him, his gaze devouring.
Li Aung Yi paused for a moment and looked at him and said word for word, "The Daheng people from Fusan."
*
The door opened, outside the cold air wrapped in the wind and rain blew in. The Demoiselle Man took a step outside and coughed twice, his lowered voice was hard to hear and weak: "My body is good again, but it's about to boil down over the past month. I also hope that you can spare me, so that this wind and cold have a few moments to see good gas."
Gu Yuanbai's tone was mixed: "There's no rush, in another month, you'll have to get better even if you're not good."
The Demoiselle Man said no more and hurried away with his head lowered amidst the wind and rain.
The gate was open, and the palace attendant stepped forward to close it. Gu Yuanbai's face also sank violently, as if a raging storm was about to arrive, condensing the calm before the final winds rose.
He thought a lot, and no one knew what he was thinking. By the time he finally did, Gu Yuanbai had collected the expression on his face, and with a calm face, he lowered his eyes and quietly sipped the warm tea in the tea bowl.
Fuso is in a feudal society at the moment and is supposed to be incredibly backward.
"Tian Fusheng," the saint said faintly, "how much did Fusan send to me at my All Saints' Festival?"
Tian Fusheng's spirit was revitalized, trembling: "I remember clearly. Your Majesty's longevity festival, only the Western Xia and Fusang sent the most generous congratulatory gifts, the most expensive thing in it, is ......"
He said in one breath for several moments that every single thing among the congratulatory gifts was precious and rare. Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and suddenly sighed.
But he hated the fact that the flaws had already appeared in front of him, but he only realized that something was wrong at that moment.
But where did Fusan get so many spices, so many raw materials?
Can their land grow such addictions and produce so many spices in large quantities? Even if there were so many spices, who were the people of Fusan who lurked in Western Xia to sell spices and conduct transactions? Who helped Fusang to make spices spread so widely in Western Xia? And who was so ambitious that he wanted to use the opportunity to invade Daheng?
The conversation flashed over and over in his head.
Western Xia second prince face sincere said: "after I know the harm of spice, Western Xia has been addicted to this spice in Fusan, I can not reverse the whole situation, I have to secretly lurk, and then seek the time. Your majesty should also know this situation and my mood, if you do not have the ability, then you can only pretend to be invisible."
What a tolerant and patriotic Second Prince.
Gu Yuanbai said, "Tian Fusheng, do you believe what the Second Prince of Western Xia said?"
Tian Fusheng cautiously shook his head, "The Second Prince of Western Xia has been lurking for many years, feigning too much harmlessness on weekdays. Whatever such a person says, I feel that I can't believe it all."
"You don't believe it, and he expects me to believe it?" Gu Yuanbai snorted, "Talking is seven parts true and three parts false, with a piece missing here and a piece missing there, it's a falsehood that no one can detect."
He stood up, walked to the window, and glanced sideways into the courtyard to see a tall dark figure running toward this part of the compartment. The long legs were moving fast, pressed with an exuberant energy that could not be suppressed in any way.
Gu Yuanbai's mind flickered, suddenly thinking of the Western Xia's dry attitude when it gave Daheng reparations.
Is it possible that Fuso paid for all these things?