Chapter 4: I'm not drunk at the Taifu Mansion. ...
Taifu Mansion.
"What was the result of my audience with His Majesty today?" asked the white-haired old man.
Lu Zhifeng shook his head slightly.
The old man sighed deeply, "Your Majesty has never systematically studied the art of governing a country, so this is normal."
"It's hard work, my son. Please work harder and supervise him." The Grand Tutor put his hand on Lu Zhifeng's shoulder, as if taking away a lot of responsibility. "The country is now in trouble both internally and externally. It can't afford another change of the throne."
"The people can't afford to be hurt anymore." The Grand Tutor murmured softly as he stared at the white piece in front of him, which was surrounded by the black pieces and had no chance of winning.
"Father, I will." Lu Zhifeng answered solemnly, and raised the doubts he had after meeting the emperor this time, "Perhaps, Your Majesty is not what he seems?"
"Have you discovered anything?" The old man followed up Lu Zhifeng's words and asked.
Thinking of the curled up emperor and his seriously ill appearance.
Maybe, something happened.
Now, these are just his own feelings. Lu Zhifeng fell into deep thought when he heard his father's question. He didn't speak for a long time.
After all, I don't know how to start.
*
In the study, two figures, an older man and a younger man, sat opposite each other across a chessboard.
He changed into casual travel clothes, asked Wang Dequan to prepare the carriage, and then went to Song Heng's Taifu Mansion.
Without any instructions, I walked around the bamboo forest in the mansion and saw this scene.
When they walked about a hundred meters, they could faintly hear the sound of conversation coming from the two of them.
I think he was using the chess game to discuss world affairs.
Not wanting to be disturbed, there are servants similar to shadow guards guarding the door.
Unfortunately, Song Heng just wanted to disturb.
[I really owe it. 】
The system complained silently, not daring to speak. For some reason, the system felt that the host it was bound to wasn't acting so carefree.
"Your servant greets His Majesty." As soon as Song Heng arrived in front of the study, the guard immediately knelt down and saluted.
It seems this person is no small figure. Although the young emperor has done a lot of foolish things since ascending the throne, it is still because he has been on the throne for too short a time, and he was previously trapped in the deep palace.
To put it bluntly, no matter how bad his reputation is, few outsiders, except those who attend court every day, know what the little emperor really looks like.
The guard suddenly spoke.
The sound in the study suddenly stopped, and the two people playing chess also stopped.
When Song Heng pushed the door and walked into the study, the two were already standing there waiting for him.
"Welcome, Your Majesty." The two men saluted with their hands folded.
Song Heng waved his hand to signal the end of the conversation. "I'm here to see you. I wonder if the Master could excuse himself?"
"Your Majesty, it's fine if you're looking for my son." After Taifu Lu replied, he instructed Lu Zhifeng, "Since Your Majesty has come, there's no need to be so strict. Take Your Majesty to stroll around the bamboo garden in front."
"Yes, father." Lu Zhifeng replied with a bow.
"Your Majesty, please follow me to the bamboo garden for a chat." He also instructed his entourage to set out good wine and food in the bamboo garden pavilion.
Away from the important study, "Your Majesty, what is the important matter that brought you here this time?"
Hearing this, Song Heng complained in his heart. He couldn't tell him that he came here because he was bored. He would be punished.
More importantly, no one believes it.
Song Heng's mind raced, and he began to warn, "What happened in my bedroom today..."
Without saying the rest, Song Heng emphasized his tone, stood still, and looked at Lu Zhifeng with deep eyes.
"I understand, my lord."
The gentle and refined person in front of him also stood still, saluted and solemnly stated that he would not spread the news.
The doubts in my heart are growing.
A dark light flashed by, and it seemed that it was necessary to investigate carefully.
*
It was late at night, but it was midsummer. The moonlight was bright and the afterglow was as bright as day. Everything around was stained with white light. The objects were hazy, but the road was unusually clear.
Lu Zhifeng took Song Heng and walked along the bamboo garden. At the end was an ancient octagonal pavilion, standing quietly in the center of the bamboo garden.
The pavilion is constructed entirely of dark brown nanmu wood, its eaves rising and curving like a crane spreading its wings, ready to take flight. Its pillars are engraved with mottled couplets, and surrounded by several white cranes, all with wings spread. The couplet's handwriting is blurred, but the cranes still shine, revealing the couplet's original appearance.
free.
A gentle summer night breeze blew by, the bamboo leaves rustled, and the fragmented moonlight poured down, weaving a swaying light net on the bluestone round table in the pavilion.
The white jade porcelain bottles and snacks placed on it all shine.
It seems like a fairyland, a free and easy fairyland.
As the host, Lu Zhifeng was very conscious. He took over the servant's task and helped Song Heng sit down at the round table.
Everything was ready, and after dismissing the servants, Lu Zhifeng's fair hands picked up the white jade bottle on the table. The bottle was slightly warm, obviously warmed up. "Your Majesty, may I have a drink?"
Song Heng didn't think he couldn't do it. When his company was just starting out, he could drink a lot of wine and never get drunk. Song Heng looked up speechlessly and glanced at the person opposite him with contempt.
Squeak
Ever since he met the little emperor today, his eyes have always been on Song Heng. This hint of contempt for himself was undoubtedly caught by Lu Zhifeng.
His hands moved unceasingly, pouring the fragrant wine into a jade-carved wine glass. The glass was only three inches high, translucent and shimmering throughout. Under the clear moonlight, the wine in the glass and the moon's light complemented each other, forming a flowing picture scroll.
The artistic conception is intoxicatingly beautiful.
Being suspected of his alcohol tolerance, Song Heng kept staring at the wine glass held by the slender jade hand. As soon as the glass was full, Song Heng stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it. However, the person holding the glass was a little slow to react. Song Heng, who was still angry, ignored everything else and could not grab the glass. So, he just took the wine glass held by Lu Zhifeng and drank it all in one gulp, determined to get back at Lu Zhifeng.
That was not what he had expected. The moment the wine entered his stomach, Song Heng felt dizzy. Oops, this was a slap in the face. He had forgotten that this wasn't his body. The original owner had never drunk alcohol before.
Of course, drunk people's thoughts jump around very quickly, and things like embarrassment are forgotten in an instant. Now Song Heng was thinking that he seemed to have been influenced by the original owner and had become a little irritable.
Then, I seemed to have touched something warm just now, something different from the slightly cool wall of the cup.
More than one person was scalded. Another one's hand was still in the same position that Song Heng had just snatched it from, and he had no reaction at all.
His heart beat faster, and before Lu Zhifeng could think about it, he could think about it.
I saw the person across from me blushing and struggling to get up. I quickly put down my glass and helped the person who had almost fallen.
"Look, I can walk in a straight line, I..." Song Heng, who didn't know which foot to buy next, paused for a moment, "...I'm not drunk."
I don’t know why the little emperor said that, but Lu Zhifeng just thinks that Song Heng, who is a little childish and stubborn, is very cute.
He smiled unconsciously again. Lu Zhifeng, who had been asked to be careful with his words and actions since he was a child, could not control his expression many times today.
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty is not drunk." Lu Zhifeng agreed with Song Heng with a smile.
Even though he was drunk, Song Heng still felt the mockery from those around him, "I...ah no, I really...am not drunk."
Every time Song Heng said he wasn't drunk, Lu Zhifeng agreed and said, "Yes, yes, Your Majesty is not drunk."
Like a parrot imitating others, after several rounds, Song Heng was really defeated.
"I...really," Song Heng glared at the very good-tempered Lu Zhifeng and said through gritted teeth, "I'm really drunk."
"I want to rest."
"It's late. Where will Your Majesty rest tonight?"
"P...P...P...I need to go back to my bedroom to rest." Song Heng grasped the key word "rest". "Someone, someone, Xiao...Xiao Dezi, take...take me back..."
"Your Majesty, it's late at night and the palace is a long way off." Lu Zhifeng suddenly leaned close to Song Heng's ear and spoke.
"Then... I, I... will rest here."
A drunk person can easily fall into the enemy's trap.
"Very well, Your Majesty, I will take you to rest."
Born into a scholarly family, Lu Zhifeng was a genius, but he had a bit of a chivalrous streak in him and had practiced martial arts for several years.
This bamboo garden is one of the venues.
The person being supported was staggering, unable to move for a long time. It was hot in the summer, and even in the house with ventilation and temperature control, the breeze in the middle of the night still brought a slight chill.
Thinking of how weak he looked during the day, I was afraid that he would catch a cold again.
Lu Zhifeng didn't hesitate any longer. He suddenly picked up the person and carried him horizontally, then walked towards his yard.
The distance wasn't far, but the road felt long. By the time they reached the room, it was already late. Lu Zhifeng didn't seem tired even though he was carrying someone taller than him for such a long distance. The person in his arms was too light, too thin.
So thin that I can barely move my hands.
The ride was bumpy, but Song Heng didn't feel anything and fell asleep.
Song Heng came to visit suddenly, and there was no way to clear the room for a while, so Lu Zhifeng had to put him on the bed in his room, take off his coat, and tuck in the corners of the quilt.
Lu Zhifeng asked the servants to prepare hot water. At the same time, he took the scrolls that had not been corrected from the morning court session to the sandalwood desk in the room.
Saving time, Lu Zhifeng finished washing up quickly.
Lu Zhifeng, shedding his moon-white brocade robe, reappeared in the room, his long, dark hair slightly damp, draped over his shoulders. His hair reached his waist, and he wore only a white cotton undergarment. His posture was casual, and at night, Lu Zhifeng seemed less formal and more unrestrained.
His robe was slightly open, revealing water droplets on his snow-white skin. The flickering candlelight filtered through the water vapor, casting mottled shadows on his body, making him even more charming.
There's no point in taking a bath, you still have to do your work.
Lu Zhifeng, who had taken over the work of the former tyrannical emperor and now the lazy Song Heng, could only sit at his desk and review memorials.
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