I was reborn by the emperor

Winter hunting is the most boring thing. Dogs and beasts have no energy in this kind of weather. Only the fur that grows and grows for the winter can mobilize some hunters' fun.

This year's winter hunting location is still the Mulan paddock, and the Ministry of Rites has arranged it early to increase the food for the wild animals in the forest, hoping that this impromptu extra meal can make the fur of the wild animals smoother and smoother.

The emperor was strong on the outside and dry on the inside, his body was already at the end of his strength, and the stoves were scattered in every corner of the tent. Although it was already a cold winter, the whole tent was as warm and warm as spring, and it was impossible to wear winter clothes inside.

Every time Wang Fulu came in, he was sweating all over his body, and when he went out, the sweat all over his body wished to freeze into frost on his clothes. He stood outside tremblingly, bumping into Dou Xihui's patrol team.

There was a previous assassination incident, the emperor specially formed a single patrol team to be responsible for the security of the day, led by Dou Xihui and coordinated by His Royal Highness Seventh.

It's not surprising that Dou Xihui appeared here at this time, Wang Fulu held back the chills on his body, squinted and looked at him, "Master Dou is not afraid of jokes, married a maidservant as his wife, this is the first time since the beginning of the Great Yan dynasty. .”

There is always some yin and yang meaning in the words, he raised his whisk, "I heard that the imperial decree was issued to the Zhen Guogong's mansion yesterday, and the Zhen Guogong fainted immediately?"

Wang Fulu's pointed eyebrows were raised, and when he spoke, the heat in his mouth turned into fog due to the weather, and his temples were covered with snow. It seemed that the past two years had really worked hard.

Dou Xihui's expression did not change, Wang Fulu was extremely disliked to meddle in other people's business, and it was probably because of Xu Lianlang that he was so aggressive.

He clasped his fists in salute, "Elder-in-law's words are wrong, my father's health is weak, fainting is a common occurrence, His Majesty's imperial decree has arrived, even if he is reluctant, he has to endure it."

There was a hint of a smile on his face, everyone in the capital knew how much the filth between the father and son of Zhen Guogong was, and he never hid it, "I told my father-in-law earlier that it should be given to Lian Lang, and I am the same." I won't give less, I don't care about her background, I only care about her."

Wang Fulu snorted coldly, and choked back as soon as he opened his mouth, "You don't have to care. You can marry her. To put it bluntly, His Highness the Seventh Prince begged for her. The old man was thinking in his spare time that this marriage was given by the adults. Xu Lianlang's was given by His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

Dou Xihui narrowed his eyes, unable to suppress his emotions, he rushed over angrily, "Eunuch, what do you mean by that!"

"Hey, Master Dou is in a hurry?" He said this, but his words were still choking, "Master Dou is suddenly annoyed, and it's not because he has nowhere to refute."

He crossed his arms, used to being a eunuch, and always used to hold a little bit of femininity, he raised his orchid finger, and gently tapped his chest, "The old man took in a son earlier, it just so happened, I have a very good friendship with Miss Xu, the old man pried out some secrets from him, do you want to listen?"

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A maidservant burned incense in the tent, and the strong incense was sprayed out from the mouth of the Pixiu beast, so as to cover up the pungent smell of burning silver ash charcoal.

The two spices are mixed together, neither fish nor fowl, and there is a cough in the breath.

The emperor poured bowl after bowl of ginseng soup into his mouth. In the end, he couldn't eat anymore. His stomach was swelled up. He lay on his back on the bench and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The official documents were piled high. He felt tired moving his fingers.

At first, Wang Fulu was asked to read it to him, but after a long time, it was pushed to Lu Jieming.

Probably because the older he was, the more greedy he was for these powers. Whenever Lu Jieming approved official documents, the emperor would always stare at him.

If the line of sight could be the blade of a knife, Lu Jie would have been stabbed a long time ago.

He had to submit to the old, had to hand over the power in his hands.

He looked at his son's straight back, his youthful and strong body, which seemed to be full of infinite energy, would always itch his teeth with hatred.

This is an extremely morbid state. Holding a medicine jar, he always has to explain how much he is in trouble in his words, so as to make himself feel better.

His phoenix eyes are no longer raised, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are like spider webs, which have caught the corners of his eyes that should have been flying, making his eyelids droop and half cover the cloudy eyeballs.

Winter hunting is not absolutely necessary, but there is still a knot in his heart that cannot be untied.

Dou Xihui asked to see him outside, Wang Fulu came in to report, saw the emperor's closed eyes, and was about to leave, but just as he stepped up, he heard the emperor say, "If he comes to thank you for the marriage, let him Let him go, I'm tired, I don't want to hear such nonsense."

Wang Fulu responded, seeing the emperor lift up the silk quilt, quickly knelt down at the emperor's feet to help him open the upper of the shoe, the emperor's hand was on his shoulder, "Xu Lianlang married Dou Xihui, this is my marriage. That good son handed over the answer sheet to me. He thought that if this was the case, I would be unable to touch Xu Lianlang again, but in fact he was wrong, even if it was to restrain him, I would spare Xu Lianlang's life."

Wang Fulu remained silent, his thumb stuck out from the emperor's heel, and pulled out the pressed shoe upper.

"Where in this world is there such a perfect thing, I just don't let him be perfect. He can only choose the supreme power and the love of his life."

Wang Fulu supported the emperor to stand up. The emperor was already staggering when he was walking. He staggered and opened the gap in the tent. It was unknown when snow fell outside, and the snowflakes fell on the ground in clusters. Facilitated.

"This old slave thinks His Majesty loves His Highness Seventh the most." Wang Fulu didn't want to get angry, but he couldn't swallow the words, "This is not fair to Master Dou."

"Hmph", the emperor covered up the seam, "Everything Jieming has now is from me, I can't see him living better than me, my love..."

He sighed and couldn't continue, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything."

"Your Majesty still can't let Concubine Rong go."

The emperor looked weary, "I hate her, and I can't let her go, so it's best if we don't see each other."

Wang Fulu had no descendants, so he didn't quite understand the emperor's attitude towards Lu Jieming, but the beloved son of his parents had a far-reaching plan for it.The emperor naturally loves His Highness the Seventh Prince, but he is also a king. As a monarch, everyone is just a subject to him, and His Highness the Seventh Prince is no exception.

He loves him, but he can't accept that he surpasses himself.

His love had disappeared on the dragon chair long ago, so why should his son be able to sit on the dragon chair and have the person he loves at the same time.

What he couldn't do, neither should his son.

The snow gradually fell heavily, and a thin layer of white finally continued on the ground. There were young palace ladies walking on the snow together. Where they walked, the thin spots of snow were stuck to the soles of their shoes, leaving only a few sporadic dead grass.

Wang Fulu accompanied the emperor and watched the court ladies play, but vaguely remembered the first half of his life.

"Concubine Rong has never seen snow before coming to the capital, and when she saw snow for the first time, she looked very much like them. These days, I have been dreaming about her, and when I woke up, I was glad that I didn't kill her two years ago. I don't know what's wrong with her."

"Humans, it's always like this. My thoughts keep changing. Now that I'm old, I feel that there is only a word between the two who don't see each other and the two who don't forget each other. Because they can't see each other, they can't forget."

The smell of spices has faded a little, and the coal ash in the stove has ignited the dust residue.

Wang Fulu lowered his head, "You are an emperor, and no one dares to refute your promises. Besides, the Seventh Highness also asked you for this gift. If so, it's the same for Concubine Rong to come early or late."

The emperor said so much, it seemed that he was just waiting for such a sentence, he smiled half-smile, "Really."

Wild beasts howled in the forest, startling the jackdaws that were perched on the branches. This year's snow is always not heavy, and the ground is not covered completely, and it stops when it is wet.

The cavalry fastened their whips, and the long whips swayed loudly, disappearing in the blink of an eye in the cold wind.

When everyone saw it, they all moved out of the way, and the billowing dust and smoke were dry and dry.

That is an iron cavalry that only obeys the emperor's orders. It is traveling today, and I don't know why it is going out.

Those who have made up their minds always need a wink from the roundworms to speak out for the master and give themselves a valid reason.

Wang Fulu has been a roundworm for half of his life, and finally guessed his master's intentions again.

He was copying his cuffs, sporadic snowflakes rolled into his cuffs, and turned into water stains at his tiger's cuffs. His eyes were narrow and far away, counting the horseshoe marks on the ground.

When the cavalry comes back, the day will always change.

He turned sideways, his pupils shrank a little, and in an instant, they returned to normal.

"Princess Shuhe is not afraid of the cold, the red plum blossoms here are not as beautiful as those in the palace." Wei Shuning's fingers were flushed, holding a large bunch of red plums in her arms, and her little face was extraordinarily beautiful.

In fact, she is not as good-looking as Xu Lianlang, but Xu Lianlang can't compare to this indulgent and charming.

For example, she can say without hesitation, "Jieming likes it, so it doesn't matter if I'm colder."

For another example, she could unscrupulously drive the Empress Dowager's sedan chair and accuse Lu Jieming of always being unreasonable.

A girl who is more delicate will always provoke a man to show mercy.

Wei Shuning held the big handful of red plums and muttered, "I don't know what looks good, but he just likes it very much, and he always likes to put it in the study."

She held the skirt in one hand and picked the best one among the rows of exquisite porcelain vases.

"Fortunately, the imperial decree has been issued, and my heart has finally fallen."

A servant girl teased her, saying that the only girl around His Royal Highness is the princess, and the engagement is only a matter of time.

Wei Shuning smiled, but didn't answer.

How can the people next to him see clearly, she doesn't know how much Lu Jieming cares about her, but it's just wishful thinking on her part.

But she doesn't mind, as long as she can marry him, her mother said, what kind of love is this marriage, and she is lucky to find someone she likes.

When she finally chose the porcelain vase and inserted the red plums, she saw Dou Xihui enter Lu Jieming's tent.

She avoided it naturally, walked staggeringly with the huge bottle in her arms, just looked at the flowers but didn't see the road, almost fell down, was supported by her arms, and saw the misty almond eyes through the dense plum blossom branches .

She murmured: "Xu Lianlang..."

"The snow has stopped, the county magistrate, please don't come over for a cup of warm tea." She stood in the plum blossom grove, with red dots clustered behind her, not as good as a thin hairpin in her hair.

Wei Shu stared at her blankly, pressed her fingers on the mouth of the bottle and tightened them tightly, her fingertips turned white.

"The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, a day of great cold."

"The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month this year is also a day of great cold."

She had raised the heavy curtain to invite her again.

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