Chu Wei's face was ugly, his phoenix eyes sank with anger, but Gu Yuanbai, who had lifted the bed tent, was even uglier than his face, and even only glanced at him before immediately flinging his sleeves away.
Chu Wei was tied to the bed for the first time and let him do what he wanted, but also for the first time in the eyes of other people to see the dislike, he saw clearly, this in his eyes would have been a drowsy and unethical dimwitted ruler, in the bottom of the eyes of the eyes when looking at him appeared to be a clear and definite shock and dislike.
It was as if Chu Wei was some kind of dirty thing that could defile his eyes just by looking at him.
The saint did not intend to make a move on him, but the anger in Chu Wei's heart did not diminish, but rather flourished, and he stared dead at the bed tent made of muslin, to see the hazy bright yellow figure outside.
Gu Yuanbai sank his face and sat on top of the soft leaning outside waiting for Tian Fusheng's explanation.
After learning that the one lying on his bed was the hero of the book, Suffer Chu Wei, Gu Yuanbai slapped one hand on the handrail, and the dull thud made people's heart tips tremble. Gu Yuanbai pinched the armrest so hard that his fingertips turned white.
Tian Fusheng had never seen this look of anger from His Holiness before, and with a shudder in his heart, he knew he was in trouble.
"Tian Fusheng," the saint's voice was already distorted as it reached the inner sanctum, "what kind of despicable image of me is in your mind cough ......!"
When the Son of Heaven was angry, the entire bedchamber flung themselves to their knees.
Being tied up on the bed Chu Wei heard the words, also saw the kneeling people, his eyes cold, hiding sneers, a moment later, a palace man came in to light the lamp, dim within the bedchamber suddenly bright as day.
Chu Wei's eyes blinked uncomfortably for a few moments, and beyond the bed tent, the bright yellow figure was supporting the soft leaning and bending over to cough, his voice was dull, urgent and urgent.
The emperor was only wearing a lining, his body was slender and thin, and the anger in Chu Wei's heart gradually subsided and turned into an unfathomable ice pool.
When he managed to stop a bout of coughing, Gu Yuanbai struggled to straighten his back and walked slowly to the bedside.
Chu Wei through the bed net straight staring at him, if he was kidnapped to the matter of the emperor itself does not know, then the emperor's control of the inner court is really weak. Such an emperor, how to pull down the powerful minister Lu Feng?
Chu Wei since seven years ago has been traveling outside the school, although he is far from the court, but from his father's mouth to learn some news. However, his father's official position is low, and there is no ambition in the career path, so that Chu Wei also does not understand the details of the imperial government.
A thousand thoughts rushed through his mind in a flash, but a hand reaching inside the bed tent abruptly cut them off.
This hand is very beautiful, thin and white, but the effort of a glance, the bed net "swish" was lifted by the emperor.
Gu Yuanbai was not an egoist, nor was he overwhelmed by power after becoming the emperor, he switched places for a split second, if he was the one who was forced to be tied to another man's bed, he would have been filled with murderous intent towards that person as well.
Whatever it takes, whoever the other guy is, kill him.
So he quickly forgave Chu Wei for showing his killing intent towards him, and even softened his voice a lot in order to appease this male lead who was implicated by Tian Fusheng.
"No one will know about this matter ......" Halfway through his words, an itch roiled out of his throat, and Gu Yuanbai clenched one hand into a fist against his lips, coughing out sideways.
A head of green silk messy, with the movement of a slight tremor, the palace people in the outside kneeled down on the ground, their bodies trembling, no one dared to go up to help the emperor at this time.
This cough couldn't stop, coughing until the end was already tearing his heart and lungs, Gu Yuanbai's hands trembled as he bent over, feebly pressing down on the edge of the dragon couch.
The bright yellow silk embroidered with dragons was rubbed out by his pale hand in a wrinkle, and out of nowhere, there was a tangled and fragrant illusion.
Chu Wei slowly furrowed his brows, only then remembering that this emperor had only just set up his crown last year, and not only that, his body was incomparably sick and weak.
......
It's so useless.
"Your Holiness," came a voice like ice water falling between pools, "are you all right?"
Gu Yuanbai suddenly squeezed the bed sheet in his hand.
The veins on the backs of his pale hands bulged out like carefully carved veins on a jade pendant, and Gu Yuanbai leaned against the side of the bed, his coughing finally fading.
The coughing was gone, but the rough breathing was still there, and Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and took a big breath of fresh air, and only after a long time did he tremblingly press the bed to get up.
With a body like this, Gu Yuanbai was already used to it.
He laboriously stood up, obviously incomparably wretched, but calmly continued with Chu Wei to say the words he had just said, "Don't worry that someone else will know, I will send someone to secretly send you home, and I will also punish these lackeys who tied you up without authorization."
Chu Wei looked at him quietly.
The young emperor's body was even worse than he had imagined, and after some coughing, the corners of his eyes had been scarlet, and his lips were as stained as rouge, as if he had cried.
The looks, too, were far, far better than he had expected.
Chu Wei is known as the capital of the first beautiful man, nowadays and the good male style of the matter quoted as elegant. But after experiencing a lot of big and small hints from the men, Chu Wei nearly disgusted with all the men who have non-thinking about him.
When he was tied up by five flowers, his heart had already ignited a monstrous killing intent, and after knowing that he was sent to the dragon bed, the killing intent was even more ferocious, even if he was strapped to nine clans for high treason, he had to make this dim-witted ruler pay the price!
But the only thing that didn't occur to me was that it wasn't the Emperor's idea, nor did it occur to me that the Emperor was so good-looking.
Chu Wei egregiously used the word "beautiful" to describe the Emperor in his heart, in order to relieve the anger that had previously been pressed into his heart.
Such a beautiful young emperor, the first thing he saw was disgust, so he should not like men either, right?
If this thought of his was known by Gu Yuanbai, I'm afraid that Gu Yuanbai would be speechless, Chu Wei this is obviously already homophobic.
How on earth did the people in the original book, one straight and one homophobic, end up together?
Chu Health's beauty, but not the beauty of boys and girls, his beauty is the word will play to the limit, such as the bright moon, clear and high winds, a number of eyebrows and eyes of the Yingqi, but also the body is long and athletic, as if a cheetah storing power.
If Gu Yuanbai is allowed to choose, his favorite is this kind of body, handsome, healthy, compared to Chu Wei, his current appearance is rather missing a little bit of the heroic spirit.
Chu Wei was silent, Gu Yuanbai thought he was still diaphragmatic in his heart, sighed and casually sat on the side of the bed, "If I remember correctly, your father should be the Minister of Rites, right?"
This stance of idle chatter, done by His Holiness, would have flattered the person being gossiped about beyond measure.
Chu Wei was untied, respectfully from the bed down with the saint salute, "The saint remembers is."
Gu Yuanbai sized him up without a trace, and with a wave of his sleeve, he had chairs brought in, and he himself put on his coat and sat down at the table where he usually dealt with political matters.
"Your father has given me a folding, about the governance of the Yellow River flooding," the saint said with a smile, "I also will be the content of which I remember clearly, although some shortcomings, but not lost as a good plan. But at that time I have fallen out of power, but can not be immediately implemented."
Chu Wei unconsciously frowned.
His father on the management of flooding on a deep understanding, that a zhang folding he also read, said loudly, his father's zhang folding in his view has been the world's most subtle way, and this has never been out of the palace door of the saint, but now said that this zhang folding is still a little bit of shortcomings?
The future capable minister lowered his head and asked for advice in a deep voice: "I still ask for Your Majesty's advice."
Gu Yuanbai is not polite, he just slightly rummage around, from the layers of zhangzuo to find out Chu Wei's father's zhangzuo, Chu Wei see this, face a little slower, at least the emperor is really cared about.
"The Yellow River flooding since ancient times has been a headache for successive dynasties, Chu Qing said three points, one is the prevention of flooding before, two is the rescue in the flood, three is the relief after the flood," Gu Yuanbai finger with the words on the folding move, Chu Wei unconsciously towards the place where his fingertips pointed to, "Tang Taizong set up Yi Cang and Changping Cang to prepare for the ferocious year, he made a good start, the Tang Dynasty to build water conservancy, the Western Han 'Jia Jean three policy' I think your father has been familiar with, one is to divert, the second is to divert the flow, the third is to increase the height and thickening of the original embankment ......"
The emperor is not in a hurry, little by little, said his own ideas, interest, then pick up the brush to draw the Yellow River bends, the water is fast, but in his pen docile and calm.
Eloquent, with a smile.
Chu Wei almost froze, he did not expect the emperor to have such a side, clever brain can make him easily understand the emperor's meaning, it is because of the understanding that he will feel surprised.
It was only after His Holiness had finished that his hands and feet felt cold, his nose flushed a pitiful red, and he was relieved when he had a hand-burner brought to him.
He looked at Chu Wei who was thinking carefully, the corner of his mouth flickered, paced slowly, and suddenly opened his mouth, "Chu Wei, do you know what I want is a big Heng?"
I'm going to open up a big lull in talent!
*
Chu Wei wrapped in the cold wind in the late night back home, he was silent and refused the concern of the people at home, alone shut himself in the study.
He sat in his study for the entire night, and only when the sky cooled slightly and the sound of birds cawing came through the window did he realize that it was already dawn.
Chu Wei stood up and pushed open the door of the study, the breath of the early morning was cold and fresh, and his swollen mind instantly calmed down.
His Holiness has a heart of gold.
He sat up all night and came to this conclusion.
Not as weak and useless as he thought, no, the saint may be weak, may not be able to control the military power or even control the inner court, but inside that sickly and thin body, hides the prototype of an ambitious Ming ruler.
The image of His Holiness bending over and coughing last night suddenly flashed through Chu Wei's mind.
Fine white fingers pinched the satin material of the bed, fingers to be buried between the bedding.
Coughing up water in his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, his lips stubbornly pursed, but they were redder than the ends of his eyes.
Chu Wei slowly turned around, his footsteps were stiff, then gradually became firm from stiffness, and he walked towards the bookshelf step by step.
*
As soon as Lord Chu came to the study, he met his son who was holding a book to study.
The son heard his voice and naturally put down the book in his hand and looked frankly toward him, "I'm going to take the Congressional Examination in March."
Chu Wei as early as seven years ago won the examination, is that session of the lifters in the liberation of the yuan, then only ten and seven, the name of talent to attract a lot of attention.
But Chu Wei has no intention to be an official, and then seven years after that, he never continued the imperial examination, and now overnight, Chu adults do not know what he thought, but can continue the imperial examination, unintentionally is good.
"Well, well, well," Lord Chu's eyes were slightly wet, "Good!"
Chu Wei nodded towards Lord Chu and continued to look at the book in his hands.
Since we're going to take the test, who else will be the top scholar?
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