Bengong is actually a therapist!

Chapter 110

Chapter [-]: Drunk Life, Dreams and Death
Yan Zheng admitted that he was a little annoyed.

He was not an impulsive man at first, but when he got angry for a moment, his cheeks flushed, his temple hair was loose, and his clothes were disheveled...

He couldn't help being more impulsive.

You can't blame me, can you?Wang Shu did not refuse either.

In the warm pavilion in winter, the heating is suffocating, and there is the sound of snow falling outside the hall.

Lying reclined on the brocade quilt soft pillow, the sweat had just faded away, and Yue Wangshu's consciousness gradually returned in the bedroom.

I can't help but feel a little frustrated, why the sky is so bright...

The emperor Yan Zheng beside the pillow hurriedly put on the belly wrap and the middle coat, he carefully glanced at Shu's expression, it was okay, okay, not angry.

"It seems...it's snowing outside." Yue Wangshu buttoned up his main waist, and then got up from the bed.

Yan Zheng hurriedly handed her the coat, and asked softly, "Do you want to go out to enjoy the snow?"

Yue Wangshu shook his head, put on his jacket and trousers, his expression was still lazy, and he muttered: "These few months..."

I always feel that my life is getting more and more...indulging in wealth and sensuality.

The tents are made of gold colored satin, the quilts are made of silk flowers and birds, the incense burner is a gilt pagoda, the lotus leaf plate on which the torreya is placed is carved from jasper, and even the spittoon is made of agate!I don't know when, Yunzhi Palace, especially the apse Lilan Palace, was already so extravagant!There are so many court ladies and eunuchs around her that she can't recognize them all, and the flower house delivers flowers every day...

Treasures that can be imagined and unexpected are always the first to keep close to Yunzhi Palace.

And the emperor in front of him could be considered a handsome man.

"It feels like this is not good..." Yue Wangshu muttered to himself.

Yan Zheng's face tightened, "What's wrong??"

Yue Wangshu scratched his head, "I'm a bit drunk."

Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so drunk?"—Although Wang Shu was a little dazed, she was still cute.

Yue Wangshu said suddenly: "I haven't been out of the palace for a long time."

Yan Zheng's expression tightened, and he whispered softly: "It's cold, and the roads in central Beijing are slippery. When the spring warms up in the coming year, there will be plenty of time to go out to enjoy the palace." The tone was warm, but it seemed to restrain people quietly.

"At this time last year, I was eating dried persimmons roasting at the Rose Ridge Huangzhuang." Yue Wangshu suddenly missed those days.

Yan Zheng hurriedly said with a bit of affection: "Want to eat persimmons? It's not something expensive, just order it."

Yue Wangshu: The key is not persimmons!
Ah, but I really want to eat it.

Yue Wangshu had no choice but to say, "Let's go out and enjoy the snow."

"Okay!" Emperor Yan Zheng's smile was even more indulgent, as long as Rose Ridge was not mentioned.

Although Yue Wangshu is very cold-resistant now, he couldn't stand the emperor's nagging, so he put on a mink cloak—that is, the lining is made of high-quality ferret fur, and the fabric is excellent plum red satin. Red gold plum blossom buckles, wide placket, fully vertical to the ankle, only revealing a trace of the horse-faced skirt and a pair of carmine red pearl shoes.

The hair is loosely combed into a bun, decorated with luxurious rubies and peonies to cover the temples, this outfit is probably the expense of an ordinary middle-class family for ten years.

Rich and charming eyes.

Yan Zheng stuffed a small and hot gilt plum blossom sleeve stove into her hand.

Yue Wangshu couldn't help laughing: "The concubine is not cold, let the emperor use it." Then he pushed the sleeve stove back.

The corners of Yan Zheng's mouth curled up, and he grasped her hand, but Wang Shu's hand was warm, holding it in his hand made people feel that their hearts were warm.

The snow is still falling.

Although it is cold winter, it does not feel cold.

Because there is snow and no wind today, the world is completely white, which only makes people feel extraordinarily clean.

The corridor is spacious, and someone has already brought out the tables and chairs, burned a pot of wine, and served snacks and side dishes one by one.

This is called snow appreciation.

The wine is Huadiao wine that has been cellared for 20 years. It is boiled with ginger and wolfberry to warm the stomach and body.

Amber wine, cup of mutton fat jade, drinking hot, in front of the eyes is the lingering mist and boundless snow...

"Although the Huadiao wine is mild in the mouth, it has a strong aftertaste, so don't drink too much." Yan Zheng has not forgotten that Wang Shu's capacity for alcohol is not good.

Yue Wangshu put down the sheep fat jade wine cup, wrapped his hands in the wide and warm sleeves of his cloak, looked at the snow outside the corridor, and suddenly remembered something, "I heard that the imperial concubine started to cough again a few days after she recovered. How about I go there?" —— The big move was left there, but it never came in handy.

Yan Zheng said lightly: "The imperial concubine's ailment is just a minor ailment, just leave it to the imperial physician. Some things should not be known to outsiders as much as possible."

Yue Wangshu: That's your aunt!How did you become an outsider?

But then again, it seems that the noble concubine and the Holy Mother were not born of the same mother, but the sisters are very close, so the emperor has always treated the noble concubine favorably.Only recently, it seems that the relationship has cooled down a lot.

"It's almost New Year's Eve, and this is my first time in the palace." Yue Wangshu sighed.

Yan Zheng looked at the snow curtain, and said slowly: "This is also the first time I expect Shu to accompany me to celebrate the new year. If I can continue like this for the rest of my life, I will be satisfied."

Yue Wang said comfortably: If I don't accompany you, who else can I accompany?Can't leave!

In the twilight, Yan Zheng said softly: "Call someone to pass on the meal. After dinner, go to bed earlier."

Yue Wangshu suddenly had a strange expression, should he go to bed earlier?Damn, don't you think about it...

It turned out that she was overthinking.

A man's energy is limited after all.

Although the emperor's body is quite strong now, he can't stand it again and again.

So, at night, the two of them just wore middle clothes, leaned on the couch, and read a novel that was popular in Beijing.

Even though he was wearing a middle coat, Yue Wangshu could still vaguely see the outline of his chest muscles, and his mind gradually stopped talking, "Does the emperor practice martial arts every day now?"

"Yeah." Yan Zheng also looked away from the script, and lowered his eyebrows to look at Wang Shu, who was extremely soft and lazy in his arms, "I go to the teaching field almost every day, but recently it has been snowing one after another, So it was changed to the side hall of Yanqing Palace."

"The teaching ground is spacious, so I can ride a horse and use a red-tasseled spear, or practice bow and arrow. If I can't move from the side hall, I can only practice swords." Yan Zheng said slowly.

Long spears, bows and arrows require venues, and swords are considered short weapons. Even the side halls of Yanqing Palace are not narrow enough to be used.

"Eh? Is there still a training partner?" Yue Wangshu asked with great interest.

Yan Zheng said with a smile: "Naturally, someone else must do the trick. If you play it alone, no matter how you practice it, it's just a fake trick."

Yue Wangshu was taken aback: Why do these words seem to imply me? ? ?

She was in Rose Ridge before, didn't she just practice swords and flower locks by herself...

"A sword has no eyes..." Yue Wangshu said quietly, isn't he afraid of poking a bloody hole?

Yan Zheng took these words as concern, "Don't worry, they are all unsharp swords."

Yue Wangshu said quietly: "I didn't use the blade..." It turned out that I didn't use the real thing, so is this also a fake move?
Ha ha.

(End of this chapter)