Beloved.
Although Gu Yuanbai didn't say anything, the corners of his eyes had revealed pleasure. The monarch of Daheng liked the words of love that Xue Yuan had said, and Xue Yuan was so encouraged that more whispers went on and on beside Gu Yuanbai's ears.
With a fiery, erotic affection that spoke of love, he kept leaning over.
Chang Yuyan, who was outside the door, saw that His Holiness hadn't made a sound for a long time and couldn't help but wonder once again, "Your Holiness?"
"Wait outside," Gu Yuanbai frowned, "No one is allowed to come over without my orders."
Chang Yuyan subconsciously saluted, "Yes."
Then he got up and moved away, I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there were a few moments of impatience within the tone of His Holiness, and straight away, he was too scared to say another word.
After the people outside the room left, Xue Yuan couldn't help but kiss Gu Yuanbai's eyelids several more times, how he kissed and rejoiced, murmuring, "His Holiness is so overbearing."
Gu Yuanbai suppressed the raised corner of his mouth, "It's no use pleasing me, how did you get the wound on your face?"
"This?" Xue Yuan touched the wound on his face and said gently, "A branch scratch."
Xue Yuan ran day and night to come, but stopped before seeing the saint. He went up to the mountain, borrowed someone's house and slept well for a night, and after his face regained its vigor, he got up at dawn and shaved his beard, took a bath, washed himself up and down several times, and put on his elegant robes, wanting to say to Gu Yuanbai, "Look, I came back calmly.
All the reports on the envelopes were just to let Gu Yuanbai see his good side, to let Gu Yuanbai know that he was already mature and reliable.
All the wretchedness and sloppiness that you don't want your sweetheart to know about.
Gu Yuanbai naturally didn't believe it, and he directly ripped open Xue Yuan's lapel. That white scar on his chest was deep, clearly not an old scar from three years ago, but instead looked like a new wound that had ruptured repeatedly over the years.
Xue Yuan frankly held his chest and didn't pay attention to himself, a pair of hands monkeyed down Gu Yuanbai's body, "Your Holiness, let me take another look at my baby."
He was too quick with his hands and couldn't take his eyes off of it when he saw it, "It's still the look I like."
Xue Yuan fondly touched his baby and couldn't control himself as he hugged and kissed Gu Yuanbai again. Gu Yuanbai's clothes and hair had just been straightened out by him, and now they were messy again. Fine beads of sweat ran from his scalp to the tip of his nose, it was missed between his lips and teeth, it was missed when his tongue intertwined, and Gu Yuanbai cupped his face and responded enthusiastically, going to nibble on Xue Yuan's lips, going to wrestle with him.
The impatience has turned into emotion, three years of thoughts are all known to the other party at this moment, Gu Yuanbai's finger touched the scars composed of the word "white", active enough to make Xue Yuan can not resist.
"Your Holiness," Tian Fusheng's voice sounded trembling outside, "the imperial chariot is still waiting at the foot of the mountain."
Gu Yuanbai steeped away from Xue Yuan's lips, and Xue Yuan's hands had already burrowed inside his shirt. Beads of sweat slid off of him, and Xue Yuan was even more sweaty and breathing heavily. Gu Yuanbai touched the sweat on top of his head and said in a mute voice, "I'll clean you up tonight."
When he was finished, he took a large step back and picked up the cool pot next to the bed, bringing it up to the spout to sip his herbal tea.
Xue Yuan took a sniff and his lips were covered in Gu Yuanbai's scent, he smiled wrapped in that scent and walked up to grab the cool water from the corner of the Saint's lips.
When he packed up and came out neatly, Tian Fusheng whispered, "Your Holiness, the adults are waiting outside."
Gu Yuanbai nodded casually and took two steps forward, abruptly pausing to turn back and staring at Xue Yuan, "Follow me well."
"It will be," Xue Yuan murmured, "I'll never step away from you again."
This bamboo house that Xue Yuan borrowed was exactly where the group was aiming for. Outside, Chu Wei has finished talking with the great Confucian, and when he saw the saint come, he smiled and said, "Your Majesty, the pair of Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains you wanted earlier ......"
The words came to an abrupt end when he saw Xue Yuan, and it was only after a moment that he continued, "The remaining remnants of the scrolls, the real work should be here in sir."
The great Confucian surnamed Xin, wearing a rough cloth clothes, the soles of the grass shoes and a circle of mud. He looked at the crowd with a smile, seemingly unassuming, but after seeing Gu Yuanbai was very excited, and once he opened his mouth was a large paragraph of praise.
After knowing that Gu Yuanbai is interested in the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is even more colorful, and take the initiative to offer this half-scroll of paintings to the emperor, and also to make the upper and lower two scrolls into one.
Most hermits are proud of themselves, after the punctuation mark, these great scholars of Gu Yuanbai's feelings are even more complex, there are words of praise and naturally there are words of denigration, they are not good at scolding Gu Yuanbai, they can only denounce Li Baobao's disrespect for the ancestral training to implicitly accuse the emperor behind the scenes.
These old board would rather that their children and grandchildren never enter the court as an official than to touch the punctuation mark, they use such an attitude to firmly show their hostility to the punctuation mark. But it doesn't matter, Gu Yuanbai doesn't care about them, he won't hold these great scholars and hermits in the palm of his hand, you don't want to join the court as an official is your own loss, it's none of my business.
Gu Yuanbai simply did not care about these unheard voices, he so ignored the attitude of those who are high in the heart of the old board is almost spitting blood, do not know how many people have been lying on the bed trembling and cursing in grief: "Woo-hoo! Heaven wants to destroy my Daheng! Heaven is going to destroy my saint's way!"
Gu Yuanbai laughed at this and told the Dahengguo Newspaper not to include articles that did not use punctuation marks from then on.
When the punctuation mark first came out, there was a lot of tension between Gu Yuanbai and some of the great scholars. But over the past five years, with the popularization of punctuation marks and the use of the two dynasties' literature examinations, it had already made the scholars accustomed to such symbols. The humble scholars could even transcribe articles that were already marked with punctuation marks in the official government, which saved them a great deal of great effort, thus giving them more time to delve into their studies. All things used by mankind will always evolve from complexity to simplicity, and after actually implementing it and experiencing its usefulness and future impact, most of the great Confucian scholars have fallen back towards Gu Yuanbai.
Gu Yuanbai had never been short of admiration from famous scholars over the years, and with a calm smile, he followed Xin Daju to see the paintings.
After seeing the second half of the volume of that "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", he suddenly remembered that Chu Wei was deceived into buying a fake, and flirted: "Chu Qing, after seeing this painting you can be difficult in your heart?"
Chu Wei sighed, "I had visited Mr. Chu when I was a student, and Mr. Chu had shown me the paintings. If I had been more careful, I would have known that the real artwork was here in Mr., I am afraid that I wouldn't have to be deceived."
Xin Da Ru couldn't help but be surprised out loud after knowing the cause of the matter, "You even had a day when you were cheated by someone else's calligraphy and painting?"
Chu Wei was noncommittal, "Just letting His Holiness laugh."
"What's in it?" Gu Yuanbai smiled, "Whether it's a real work or a fake, it's an excellent and wonderful work."
Chu Wei looked at the way the saint comforted him and lowered his eyes, spitting at his own sinister intentions while vaguely rejoicing, "The saint said yes."
After leaving the bamboo house and descending the mountain, Xue Yuan frankly squatted in front of Gu Yuanbai, who laughed as he slumped forward, and Xue Yuan whispered, "Master Bai, sit still!"
He firmly gripped Gu Yuanbai's legs and stood up to descend steadily down the gentle mountain path.
Behind the officials followed at a slow pace behind, talking to each other about the several masterpieces they had just seen, without feeling that there was anything wrong.
"There's still Zham Fengduo who hasn't taken it down." Gu Yuanbai reminded.
"Good, go get the Cham Wind Duo," Xue Yuan upended him upwards, the wind drifted and the clouds were quiet, there were hidden bells hiding in the wind, waiting for them to be plucked away, "I hadn't noticed the Tao when His Holiness was coming, but now that I look at it, it's a really nice place with beautiful scenery and beautiful mountains."
Gu Yuanbai said, "The mountains and waters of the two Zhejiang provinces will not be lacking."
Xue Yuan laughed, and a few sentences said what he wanted to hear in the next moment, "I've never seen it before, so I still have to ask Your Holiness to bring me around to take a look."
The corner of Gu Yuanbai's mouth hooked up, "Yoon."
Gu Yuanbai had a lot of things he wanted to ask, to ask him how the others were doing now, to ask him how he had turned to come to Jiangnan, and how he knew where he was going. But the atmosphere at this moment was too peaceful, and a road down the mountain seemed to go on forever, so he suddenly didn't want to ask these words at this moment.
Xue Yuan carried him on his back, walking from tree to tree, occasionally there is a place that occupies the wind dor then the saint will be propped up high, Gu Yuanbai straightened his hand, and one by one, he unwrapped it.
They seem to be separated from the people behind them in two worlds, both the person who carries the person and the person who is carried are wearing a smile, and the several Zhanyuoduo carried in their hands collide with each other, like jade playing softly.
The man in the back looked on and silently lowered his eyes.
Xue Yuan occasionally whispered a few words in the saint's ear, and the saint was amused. The blazing sun in the sky softens the halo, the wind rises one after another, the saint on Xue Yuan's back, as if he is sure that he will not be hurt that kind of posture of ease, his hands sometimes loose, sometimes casually on Xue Yuan's shoulders, he ...... looks very trusting Xue Yuan.
No one else can compare.
Wherever Gu Yuanbai pointed, Xue Yuan charged. They were having fun, and Gu Yuanbai's unreliable blind pointing managed to lead the people to turn onto another mountain path, where a waist-deep stream blocked the way, with a thin one-timber bridge over the stream, which didn't look very secure. Tian Fusheng panted and advised from the side, "Saint, Your Holiness, let's go back around!"
"Chief Tian, it wouldn't be worthwhile to take a detour," Xue Yuan said, "After crossing the stream, we should not be far from the foot of the mountain."
Tian Fusheng was worried: "Lord Xue, it's not that I have too many chores to do, but this one-tree bridge is really dangerous to look at."
"Does Your Holiness want to take a detour or cross the river?" Xue Yuan asked with a half sideways glance.
Gu Yuanbai's tone was lazy, "Cross the river."
Xue Yuan revealed a smile that was true as he lifted his robe and tucked it into his arms. Patting Gu Yuanbai's leg, "Clamp down, don't fall into the water."
Gu Yuanbai subconsciously tightened his legs, and Xue Yuan leapt into the water in the next moment amidst the shouts of the palace guards. He was high, the stream was not even at his waist, the water just splashed up and he darted across, and the two of them arrived at the opposite bank in an instant.
Tian Fusheng said bitterly, "Your Holiness, what should the little ones do?"
"Either go around or cross the river," said the saint curiously, "what else can we do?"
The guards crossed the log bridge with flying feet and followed behind His Holiness. Tian Fusheng sighed repeatedly and turned his head to lead the adults who couldn't walk across the one-wood bridge back around to the original path.
He took one last look before he left, the saint was laughing freely, looking happy. Tian Fusheng turned back to suppress his smile and politely said, "Let's go, please also ask all the adults to follow me."
*
On the way to the two Zhejiang provinces, Xue Yuan finally explained the reason clearly.
On the return trip to Xizhou country, their remaining goods have been looted. Xue Yuan quickly sped back to the capital and happened to meet the officials sent by the Privy Council to take over at Henan. Jiang Jin saw his urgent appearance and questioned the leading official, only then did he learn that the saint had already traveled south.
Xue Yuan silent, that night but alone with three days of food on horseback to Jiangnan, all the way in the post on the way to the monitoring office officials informed the trace of the Holy Spirit.
He borrowed a room in the big Confucianism, originally just wanted to find a place nearby to organize themselves before going to face the saint. Who ever thought that the saint's imperial chariot came from ten miles away, Xue Yuan then moved in his heart, took out the Zhanfengduo he carved, and used it as a way to greet the saint on the mountain.
Gu Yuanbai scolded him a doggerel, Xue Yuan listened, and when he was done, Gu Yuanbai took his hand again, "I haven't seen you in three years, so I guessed you'd be anxious."
Xue Yuan shook his head and hooked his lips against the wall of the carriage, "Your Holiness, it's not three years, it's three years, six months and three days."
Gu Yuanbai was suddenly silent.
Xue Yuan hooked his finger, stepped forward to kiss his ear, and closed the carriage window behind him, "O my saint."
Clothes folded over each other, long hair twisted, Xue Yuan held Gu Yuanbai's hand above his own chest, his heart thumping. A thump was a day, and Gu Yuanbai quietly, intently felt his heart beating in his hand for three years, six months, and three days.
From the day of parting to this day, abruptly filled.