The thin gold needles shone weakly in the dim candlelight.
Lu Fenglou's trousers had been loosened, and the twisting posture made it inevitable that a thin waist would be revealed between the gaps in the clothes.
Chu Yunsheng's slightly calloused palm was pressed by Lu Fenglou, and by coincidence, he got stuck in the soft cloth.
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The pinched needle trembled slightly, and Chu Yunsheng's palm rubbed a fine layer of sweat.
His gaze swept lightly and sharply from the ends of Lu Fenglou's slightly raised eyes, and his slightly trembling chest exhaled hot air, but his words were as condensed as ice: "The place where the needle is applied is naturally the place where the disease is. Don't be afraid to avoid medical treatment."
The jet-black splattered from his shoulders.
Lu Fenglou turned his eyes slightly, and with the help of his hair, his eyes fell on the simple screen a few steps away.
Above it was the flickering candlelight, the shadows of two strands of hair entangled and clothes entwined, and they were as intimate as ears and temples. He slumped his waist slightly toward him, so that the two shadows could be separated.
"The teacher is right."
Lu Fenglou smiled, the knuckles of the hand pressing on Chu Yunsheng's movements moved slightly, and rubbed the back of Chu Yunsheng's hand away: "The doctor doesn't avoid too much, but the teacher is responsible."
Chu Yunsheng was used to hearing the familiar yin and yang tone of voice, so he didn't care.
It's just that no matter how frivolous and natural the little emperor's tone was, when Chu Yunsheng pulled off his belt and probed over to locate the needle, the waist stretched in his palm was still tight. It exposed the alertness and nervousness of the little emperor's consciousness.
Chu Yunsheng laughed in his heart, clenched his palms tightly, and rubbed it loosely on the waist, then pulled a stack of quilts and propped them on the back of Lu Fenglou, and said lightly, "It hurts a little bit, bear with it. on."
Lu Fenglou was slightly stunned and looked up at him.
But at this moment, Chu Yunsheng held the golden needle between his three fingers, and stabbed it into the acupoint of Lu Fenglou's waist quickly and accurately.
Lu Fenglou's raised eyes suddenly closed tightly.
The feet immersed in the wooden basin moved under the painful traction, and the water splashed and splashed with scalding hot steam, and fell on the hem of Chu Yunsheng's robe.
The wet warmth was sticking to the edge of the couch, Chu Yunsheng flexed his fingers and tapped heavily on the acupuncture point on the inner thigh of Lu Fenglou, and his other hand neatly took out the needle.
The extremely fine needles pierce the flesh.
Slowly twisting, there are fine sweat beads like dew from flowers and leaves, seeping from the porcelain white skin that the little emperor has maintained properly.
The strange hot and cold pain gradually rose, spreading from the waist to the limbs, like a hundred ants biting, it was unbearable.
Lu Fenglou closed his eyes and leaned towards him, his waist that had been sore and cold all the year round gradually felt a little warmer when pressed by the not-soft hand.
This feeling is like soaking in warm water, not in a hurry or in a hurry, and whirling around is addictive.
The sleepiness surged up unexpectedly, Lu Fenglou barely raised his eyelids, and looked in front of him through a narrow line of light—Chu Yunsheng had finished dropping the needle, and he was looking down slightly, pressing his eyes for him. Between the legs and waist, the shadow of the candlelight was cut in half and fell on the regent's face, melting the usual loneliness and coldness of the world, leaving only an inexplicable tenderness that could not be discerned.
Lu Fenglou picked out a little bit of clarity from the chaotic sleepiness, and lifted one foot out of the wooden basin with a clatter.
He propped himself up on the bed and stepped on Chu Yunsheng's knee with his wet feet: "A few days ago, I heard that the teacher dismissed the concubine in the palace?"
"Don't move."
Chu Yunsheng glanced at a few golden needles, pressed Lu Fenglou's foot, and said indifferently, "Your Majesty doesn't care about the government, but is concerned about your minister's housework?"
"The government has its own teachers, and all the heads of the family are working hard for me." Lu Fenglou looked at Chu Yunsheng's hand and laughed softly, "I don't care about the housework of my ministers, isn't it that I have nothing to do all day long, it's too much Bored and bored? Besides, family and state affairs, how can the teacher know that there is nothing to do with domestic affairs and government affairs?"
Chu Yunsheng raised his eyes and looked at Lu Fenglou through the hot white fog.
The dark camouflage on Lu Fenglou's face faded a lot when he was washing, and the pale skin that was revealed became more and more rich and fuller against the two thin lips that were smudged by water vapor.
"teacher."
Those two lips were soaked in water vapor and came closer, with some genuine and fake smiles entangled: "Without the beauties of the whole house, don't spill your anger on me."
The surrounding water vapor and heat seemed to be getting stronger.
There is some entangled breath that is cool and cool, like tightening the chest and heart and lungs.
The white sole of the foot, which was slightly reddened by the hot water, was pressed away again, leaving only a piece of water-soaked clothes and trousers in the palm of the hand, which was dark and strange.
He is really like a glamorous and obsessed water ghost, who needs to be raised with heart and lungs.
Chu Yunsheng smiled to himself, folded his palms, felt the remaining wetness, released the arm that supported Lu Fenglou, and said without changing his face, "You can rest assured, this minister has high requirements for appearance. Especially those with fair skin and thin waists, those with curvy lines, and tight legs—there is a big difference."
Calmly and indifferently speaking frivolous hooligan words, the regent's cold and handsome face remained solemn, but the little emperor shrank his toes in shock.
Lu Fenglou stared at Chu Yunsheng for a moment, then leaned closer and said, "Teacher, you are a bastard, these words are in my ears, but you are deceiving you—"
Chu Yunsheng raised his eyes: "Your Majesty wants to rule the crime of the minister?"
Lu Fenglou paused for a while, then smiled dumbly, looking at Chu Yunsheng with a confused expression.
Chu Yun lowered his eyes, warmed his hands on the stove, and began to pull out the needle.
The medicine frying outside the screen is about to be finished, and the sweet and bitter medicine fragrance floats in, diluting the strange and ambiguous atmosphere in the tent.
Unknowingly, the process of applying needles has been almost an hour, and there are occasional sound of footsteps of patrolling soldiers passing by, neat and powerful.
The light of the torches outside the tent flickered, and the candles inside the tent swayed with messy shadows.
Gold needles were arranged on the satin cloth, Chu Yunsheng went around the screen and brought in the steaming soup medicine. Lu Fenglou sat down and took the medicine bowl to drink slowly.
Chu Yunsheng put the sweet water pear aside, looked at Lu Fenglou's expression, and said, "Your Majesty, after the new year, it's time for the ceremony."
After drinking the medicine, Lu Fenglou picked up the pear.
And the crown, it means pro-government. However, the king regent has the sole power, the aristocratic family looks around and peeps, foreign enemies are coveting, internal corruption and external weakness, it is easier to talk about pro-government, and how easy it is to be crowned.
The sweetness of the pear soaked his tongue, and Lu Fenglou's mind was surging. He glanced at the regent who was very different from the one before the expedition, and he didn't say anything.
Chu Yunsheng didn't expect to get along with him in a few days to break the guard of this suspicious little emperor. Seeing him with his hair disheveled and surrounded by pears being eaten by pears was a bit funny, he couldn't go and kiss this sharp-toothed little emperor. The cub had no choice but to get up and wash him a pear and hand it over.
After drinking the medicine and eating the pears, it was already midnight after all the tossing.
Chu Yunsheng left Lu Fenglou to rest in the handsome tent, and went outside to stir up a bean light to handle official business.
In the middle of the night, he heard that Lu Fenglou was sound asleep, so he put away his dongles, wrapped his cloak, and led a team of light cavalry out of the camp by Di Yan.
When he returned when it was almost dawn, Lu Fenglou was no longer in the handsome tent.
Chu Yunsheng glanced at the book case, and sure enough, there were traces of being flipped. However, the person who flipped was very careful. If it wasn't for Chu Yunsheng's extraordinary memory, he probably wouldn't have seen anything.
He checked the house and settled a few official duties before calling someone to pass the breakfast.
As an army commander, there is no special treatment.
Lang Jiang came in with a few vegetable buns without any oil or water, and brought a large bowl of yellowish vegetable soup: "My lord, did that black-faced little boy who delivered food annoyed you yesterday? If you punish him for limping, it's not a big deal. As we say, you are a lot of adults, so why bother about this..."
Talking and laughing, Lang Jiang handed the vegetable soup to Chu Yunsheng's eyes: "The matter of delivering meals is still a matter of business. Anyway, it's nothing important in our camp. You don't want to, my lord. Too much work, we Dajin are still counting on you..."
The bitter chatter of the confidant was ringing.
Chu Yunsheng stared at the vegetable soup for a moment, then took it and drank it. His calm voice interrupted Lang Jiang's words: "General Tian, it will be New Year's Eve in a few days. Arrange for the soldiers in the camp to visit relatives. You too When I go home, I see my parents and my parents, I am sad every day."
Tian Langjian was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't guess what Chu Yunsheng meant, he didn't care much and nodded.
During the New Year and festivals, everyone from the royal family and relatives to the common people have added a little bit of busyness and urgency. Chu Yunsheng, the regent, was no exception.
Except for the daily and nightly acupuncture and decoction, Chu Yunsheng was so busy that Lu Fenglou couldn't touch her.
He seldom stayed in the barracks. Sometimes he hurriedly pulled out the needle and then rode away on his horse. When he came back, there would occasionally be a strange smell between his robes. Lu Fenglou had seen it before, and he could distinguish it carefully. It was like the smell of gunpowder.
On the first day of temptation and strife, the healing that followed was bland and ordinary.
Lu Fenglou's training was a bit heavier, and the pain from the acupuncture was lessened. Chu Yunsheng was too lazy to fight with him, so he let him fall asleep, and turned to go to work.
Sometimes Lu Fenglou was stunned and woke up in shock. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a faint dim yellow candle, and a handsome and upright silhouette on the screen.
The whole body was warmly smoked, pears and cakes were placed on the wooden plate by the bed, tiny sparks were flying in the charcoal basin, and there was another breath with cold air inside the tent.
This man who often stabbed him into the chest and kicked the dragon chair in his dreams, somehow reminded him of the word reassurance that made the emperor terrified and resisted.
Lu Fenglou felt that he couldn't figure out something more and more.
Lu Fenglou also asked Chu Yunsheng about the young master soldiers who were gathered together by a hundred or so gangsters, but Chu Yunsheng did not answer him seriously, but said scribbly: "Your life is yours. People do things based on trust. So what does the villain do? You have to learn how to keep a sword, and you also need to learn how to keep a sword."
At one point, Lu Fenglou saw something for Chu Yunsheng, but in the past, he was trapped in the barracks these days, apart from a little hard training, he was not questioned or scolded.
As soon as the sun passed, the new year passed in the blink of an eye, and New Year's Eve was approaching.
It is customary for the court to hold a banquet on New Year's Eve at the palace to entertain civil and military officials in the Taiji Hall.
However, Chu Yunsheng never let the little emperor show his face before talking with Da Zhou about signing a signature. Seeing the New Year's Eve, the ministers and noble families in the court also guessed in their hearts that the regent Jiucheng would not let the palace banquet. The little emperor is out.
Each family has its own tentacles. It is impossible to say that the little emperor has been assassinated. It can only be said that it is the ambition of the regent. Finally, he couldn't hold back and banned the emperor. Step by step, he couldn't wait. The throne bit into his own mouth.
Pairs of invisible hands flowed with this darkness.
But on the surface, this capital is still prosperous, singing and dancing are peaceful, the tea shop, the bookstore, and the common people, no one knows that the aloof Ninety Five has been missing for more than half a month.
This peace is well decorated, and this scheming also affects.
They all expected the little emperor's humiliation and hatred, and he was trapped in a corner, but he didn't want to, the civil and military officials stepped on the bright lights and entered the Taiji Hall. emperor.
Chu Yunsheng sat beside Lu Fenglou, looking at the ministers who looked like they had seen a ghost, the tea bowls in his hands clacked and placed on the table: "Everyone is standing, waiting for the king to invite you. Where are you sitting?"
"Your Highness is joking, how dare you!"
The ministers were shocked back to their senses, laughing and hurriedly taking their seats.
Calmly, he looked at the ruddy little emperor who didn't meet for a while, and then cautiously at the regent, whose face was stern but somewhat blue-white and haggard. Civil and military officials exchanged glances, all turning their little abacus.
The atmosphere was happy, but it seemed to have a bit of bitterness.
Sing praises to virtue, drink three rounds.
Drunk on his face, the head of the Zhao family gave a wink, and a minister stood up knowingly, breaking the jubilant illusion of reunion on New Year's Eve.
Before the words could be said, the old minister wiped away his old tears: "A few days ago, I heard that the dragon's body was ill, and the minister was very worried. Now that he is in good health, the excitement in his heart is beyond words. It is God's mercy, and it is the well-being of my Dajin people!"
Lu Fenglou put down his chopsticks, lowered his eyes to hide the sarcasm in his eyes, and made a noncommittal hum: "Lord Lu has a heart."
He believed that the minister's words had some true meaning. After all, although the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were looking forward to his death day and night, they also worked hard and hoped for him to live.
But the minister obviously didn't speak for the sake of worrying about him.
Sure enough, after three sentences of gratitude, the old minister changed the subject and said, "Years ago, your majesty had an ailment in the dragon's body, and he hadn't held a court meeting for a long time, but he didn't know that the regent had already made a drastic move, called the one who eliminated the ills. Reform is a means to sweep away dissidents!"
"Scholars, peasants, business, salt, iron, fish, rice, and the foundation of the country are all shaken!"
"This move was done by the ministers! Please investigate thoroughly!"
It is almost a joke to ask the young emperor who is not in power to investigate the regent who has the sole power. But as soon as these words came out, there was a sound of throwing, but the hall was dead silent, and no one laughed.
Just because the two sides who declared war are not hypocritical rulers and ministers, but old and new who have torn their faces.
Lu Fenglou raised his eyes.
Chu Yunsheng flicked the sleeves of his robe and put down the wine cup.