066. Rely on

Rong Se knew the plot long ago and had made plans early on. His people were everywhere in the Taimiao Temple. Even the fact that Rong Jing's people were able to successfully set the fire was the result of his deliberate connivance.

There was no fire-proof paint in ancient times, so Rong Se could only order a few replacements to be made in advance. Except for Rong Xu's tablet, the ones that were burned that night were those that were temporarily carved out in the past few days to set up the trap. The real tablet had been moved away long ago.

It was just a little trick, taking advantage of the foresight, but Rong Se did make a comeback this time.

He allowed the "truth" to spread among the people, and the deceased emperor was portrayed as a tyrant who only cared about pleasure and was the real culprit who angered the ancestors of the Rong family. Coupled with the exaggerations made by the underworld people in Lan Ying's hands, even the current Rong Jing was criticized.

The censors who had previously clamored for the Regent to return power were silent for a while.

The truth is that the current emperor has always presented himself as a gentle and tolerant person. As for talent, he really doesn't have much. However, he is the legitimate son of the previous emperor and the crown prince. In addition, the regent is too cold and cruel, so Rong Jing has won some people's hearts.

And this matter was planned by Rong Se himself from beginning to end, without even asking Liang Shenyu for help.

He didn't know how to tell Liang Shenyu that he knew about Rong Jing's plan in advance.

Liang Shenyu didn't seem curious and didn't ask him.

With Liang Shenyu's help in handling government affairs, Rong Se felt more relaxed.

...But every day Song Yan had to deliver the military affairs of the Jinbei Cavalry to the mansion. Rong Se took a look and found that they were nothing more than trivial matters such as military expenses. When the official documents were added together, the number of memorials on each other's documents was almost enough to bury the tall Marquis Dingbei.

But Liang Shenyu seemed to have no need to rest. Apart from occasionally pestering him for intimacy, he was fully focused when doing serious work. He would even go to Yunsongzhai occasionally to work hard by lighting a lamp and returning to his room late at night.

Rong Se felt bad seeing this, after all, many of these were memorials that he needed to review...

"My Lord."

Liang Shenyu's rather helpless voice sounded.

Rong Se came back to his senses and realized that he had been staring at him in a daze for a while.

"Ah." Rong Se asked calmly, "What?"

Liang Shenyu looked at him with a half-smile in his eyes, and his tone was a little lazy: "It is obvious that the prince has been staring at me for a long time, why are you still asking me?"

Rong Se had long been accustomed to his appearance, which was very different from his polite and elegant demeanor when he was outside, but he still felt hot in his ears and coughed lightly: "…It's nothing. There are so many memorials. Have you read them all?"

"I've finished reading it." Liang Shenyu laughed, "If you feel sleepy, go and rest first, Your Majesty."

Rong Se was even more embarrassed, rubbed his fingertips, and shook his head, saying, "Not bad."

He stood up and sat next to Liang Shenyu, picking up the memorial resignedly.

"Let me watch it with you. If I'm unsure, I'll ask you. It will be quicker."

Liang Shenyu was almost amused by his reluctance, and bent down to gently kiss Rongse's slightly cold hair.

"It's nothing serious, but the civil and military officials need to be punished." Liang Shenyu reminded in a low voice, "After the incident at the Imperial Temple, the impeachment memorial was sent to Your Majesty the next day. It can be seen that most of the censors stand on Your Majesty's side, and some even participated in this situation to seize power. Tomorrow morning, you can pick a few of them and reprimand them, and ask them to be more restrained."

Rong Se had no objection to this and nodded slightly.

The original owner relied on brutality to stabilize those old foxes in the court who were ruthless and ruthless. Although Rong Se was more gentle in his dealings, he also knew that when necessary, it was more useful to make them fear from the bottom of their hearts than to win them over with virtue.

But it was too late, and Rongse fell asleep after reading only a few books.

I don't even know when I lost consciousness.

The night was silent, but Rong Se was not sleeping soundly and soon woke up again. What caught his eye was the bright oil lamp, the light falling on Liang Shenyu's profile. There was a flicker of fire in his eyes, but he was cold and gloomy, as if he had restrained all his emotions, colder than the moon.

Like the misty clouds floating in the mountains in the early morning.

Rong Se seemed to have caught a glimpse of the real him, and also seemed to see how he looked when he was alone in the middle of the night over the years.

"Sanlang."

Rong Se couldn't help but call out, wanting to call Liang Shenyu back from the snowstorm fourteen years ago.

In an instant, the ice and snow melted, and Liang Shenyu's eyes showed a gentle smile, "Why did you wake up? Are you not sleeping well here?"

Rongse, however, felt that he was hastily hiding the self he had just been.

After a moment's silence, Rong Se stood up and sat down, only to find that he was wearing a cloud-colored robe, which belonged to Liang Shenyu.

He was wearing a shirt and said softly, "It's autumn now, and the nights are cool."

Marquis Dingbei can also be considerate and gentle. In the past, it was said that the Liang family had no daughters, but Sanlang was more considerate than a daughter.

It just depends on whether he wants to or not.

Rong Se had no resistance to such tenderness. He looked at the man in front of him with a gentle smile. The mist just now seemed to condense in an instant and turned into the reality before his eyes.

"Your birthday is coming soon." Rong Se said suddenly.

Liang Shenyu was startled, then nodded: "Yes, the prince actually knew."

The third day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar was Liang Shenyu's birthday, but he had not celebrated it for a long time. Before his father and brother died in battle in Guzhuling, Liang Shenyu celebrated his birthday every year.

If his father and brother were not around, they would prepare birthday gifts for him early and wait for the day to come. But after the accident, no one remembered his birthday for him, and sometimes he even had to celebrate it on the battlefield. But Liang Shenyu remembered it himself.

Perhaps it was because it was night, or maybe he was really tired, Liang Shenyu lowered his eyebrows and looked a little tired and lonely.

"It's been a long time. I was in Qiangzhou in previous years, and even on the battlefield a few years ago." Liang Shenyu tightened his hand holding the pen and said in a low voice: "It doesn't mean much. On my birthday, I sometimes wonder if my father, mother and two brothers will miss me and come back to see me, even if it's just a reunion in a dream."

Rong Se asked, "Did you dream about them?"

"It's not always possible." Liang Shenyu laughed at himself, "I always dream of Guzhuling, or... the lantern in front of the Dingbei Marquis's mansion, which is lit all night long."

The snow-covered mountains of Guzhuling, the mutilated corpse of her brother, her father who refused to kneel until his death, and her mother who was waiting for her husband and son.

Fourteen years ago, Liang Shenyu's life was full of joy and happiness, but the fourteen years since then have been filled with swordplay.

Rong Se was also surprised that he remembered everything about Liang Shenyu so clearly. After all, before traveling through time, Liang Shenyu was just a character in the book.

"I heard that the two young masters of the Marquis' Mansion will prepare gifts for you." Rong Se just smiled, "I can't be left behind."

Liang Shenyu laughed along, "My eldest and second brothers never prepared anything serious. When I was five, they worked together to make a bow, but I couldn't pull it open. Mom said she was so angry that I cried. When I was eight, they followed my father to the battlefield and sent someone to deliver a pendant made of enemy bones. Mom almost threw it out. When I was thirteen—"

Liang Shenyu suddenly paused.

After a moment, he smiled and shook his head and said, "They gave me many portraits."

Rong Se asked: "Portrait?"

"Yes." Liang Shenyu's expression was subtle, and it was hard to tell whether he was nostalgic or gnashing his teeth. He said slowly, "These are portraits of noble ladies from various families in the capital."

Rong Se laughed out loud, "Your elder and second brothers are worried about you."

Liang Shenyu also laughed: "So I gave those portraits to my mother."

Rong Se was confused: "Why?"

"Because my second brother is not engaged yet, let him choose first."

"What about the final result?" Rong Se was curious, "Did he choose?"

"My second brother was wild and didn't want to marry any lady from a rich family, but my mother still chose a few for him from the portraits," Liang Shenyu said. "My second brother declined at the time and said that he would arrange the marriage when he came back."

Having said this, Liang Shenyu's expression faded.

Rongser knew why.

Liang Shenyu, thirteen years old, lost his father and brother, and his second brother failed to return from Qiangzhou.

Rong Se reached out and gently held Liang Shenyu's hand that was still holding the pen. He saw Liang Shenyu was slightly stunned for a moment, and smiled softly and said, "Fortunately, you didn't listen to your second brother and choose a fiancée, otherwise now, you and I are afraid that we will be tit-for-tat."

According to Liang Shenyu's previous plan, he had no intention of letting anyone from the royal family go.

Liang Shenyu cast a gentle and focused gaze at her quietly, and after a moment, he said softly, "To be honest, I never thought that I would like you so much."

Rong Se was slightly stunned and pulled the pen from Liang Shenyu's hand.

Liang Shenyu told him a lot tonight, these past events that he kept secret, he seemed to be testing him, revealing his whole self bit by bit.

Liang Shenyu tilted his head, and the light and shadows fell on his eyelashes.

"But my mother will like you very much." Liang Shenyu smiled gently again, "My mother is a noble lady. After marrying my father, she always wanted to make soup for her husband and son. Unfortunately, no matter how much she learned from Aunt Qing, the wife of the marquis who could recite poems easily always came out of the stove room with a dirty face."

The two of them were talking while reading the memorials. Most of what they said was nonsense and there was no need to think about it, especially the memorials of greeting. Rongse just responded with a casual "I have read it".

Hearing his wife's embarrassing state, Rong Se couldn't help shaking his head: "Cooking is not that easy. At the beginning, I also smashed the pot and blew up the kitchen. The food was either not cooked or burnt."

"But you are doing very well now." Liang Shenyu said gently, "The people in Jinjing City have spread the word that Master Fusheng's cooking skills are unparalleled in the world. A thousand gold coins cannot buy Fusheng's personal cooking."

Rong Se couldn't help laughing at the compliment, "Then how much of my gold have you eaten?"

Liang Shenyu thought for a moment, "The Marquis's Mansion is poor, so why not pledge my love to you? What do you think, Your Majesty?"

“Very good.”

Rong Se acted quite calmly. He put down the papers and pen he had just reviewed and looked at Liang Shenyu very seriously.

"I know you are brave and good at fighting, you are a great strategist, you are the god of war of the Jin Dynasty, and nothing seems to be difficult for you. But people get tired, hatred cannot be forgotten, but don't live on hatred, that would be too boring, Liang Shenyu, why not take a break."

Rongse himself has experienced confusion and despair, but one cannot live like this.

He leaned over and held Liang Shenyu, whose eyes were dark, in his arms.

"Sanlang, please rely on me occasionally."