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Gu Yuanbai hadn't seen Xue Yuan for more than twenty days.

He was so busy in the midst of his affairs that he wouldn't think of writing anything else. At this moment, when he heard the head guard get into the act and obediently read the poem to him, Gu Yuanbai actually wanted to laugh a little.

Amused by the general desire to laugh.

This tactic of Xue Yuan's is the simplest and crudest means of creating momentum for himself.

He got up and left the palace, leading the crowd around the periphery. The palace was very large, and as Gu Yuanbai wandered around and around, he happened to hear a young servant chanting this poem.

The poem had been composed, and with the addition of some end notes, the whole poem had a different flavor. Gu Yuanbai sat in the pavilion, patiently listening to the light humming of the sweeping court ladies behind the grassy forest, and after listening for a while, he suddenly said, "It's sticky."

Tian Fusheng didn't hear and bent closer, "What does Your Majesty command?"

"The tune of the score is a bit slimier," Gu Yuanbai said, "changing the flavor of the poem."

Tian Fusheng didn't understand any of this, but he heard Gu Yuanbai's meaning. He glanced in the direction of the sprinkled palace maid and inquired, "I'll go ask who composed the song?"

"Go on," Gu Yuanbai retracted his gaze, took the folding fan from the person beside him and gently fanned it twice, "Ask her from whom she learned it."

Tian Fusheng answered and walked over quickly.

Gu Yuanbai felt the breeze between the fans, and suddenly smelled a few very fragrant ink scents, he turned the fan around, and saw a poem mentioned above, and a painting of a mountain and water curling up.

"Who sent this up?"

The head guard stepped forward and reluctantly said, "Your Holiness, this was sent up by Lord Chu."

The delicate strokes and the words with the bones hidden inside really fit the image of Chu Wei.

"I remember that my birthday is more than a month away," Gu Yuanbai laughed, "and now you're starting to offer me things up."

Both the painting and the words were good, and Gu Yuanbai accepted this thought from Chu Wei. He stood up and walked to the edge of the gazebo to look into the distance.

The breeze was brisk, the willow leaves not far away swayed with the wind, but Gu Yuanbai's afterglow glanced behind the tree and caught a glimpse of a corner of the robe.

Gu Yuanbai pondered for a moment, his expression moved slightly as he put away his folding fan and turned around to leave the pavilion. The people behind him hurriedly followed, and Gu Yuanbai stepped down the last step of the ladder and headed towards that willow tree.

Almost there, he stopped dead in his tracks, and Moe, left and right, followed to keep him company.

Gu Yuanbai turned to ask the head guard, "Xue Yuan's fifty slaps that day, was it a serious beating?"

The head guard laughed bitterly and said: ''Your Majesty, for those with weak bones, thirty large planks may be killed. Even a person with a strong body and bones would easily not be able to withstand the fifty slaps, and would be seriously injured without dying. Lord Xue has a good body, but he also needs to rest in bed for two or three months."

Gu Yuanbai said softly after a while, "He should."

If the country is unable to do so, there will be great chaos.

Han Fei Zi has spoken many times about the importance and relationship of the monarch s law, power, and art, and Gu Yuanbai has studied it thoroughly. If the law is forbidden, Xue Yuan cannot do it.

Even though he had come full circle, all for the sake of staying by Gu Yuanbai's side.

Gu Yuanbai tsked, found a flat stone block to sit on, pointed at the willows, and said, "Go see if there's anyone behind that tree."

"Yes." The guards ran past behind Gu Yuanbai, cautiously going to check the situation behind the tree.

Gu Yuanbai turned the jade trigger on his hand, still looking at the situation there. But a hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Your Holiness."

Gu Yuanbai gave a start as he turned around to see that it was Xue Yuan standing straight up not far away, dressed in black.

The injuries on Xue Yuan's body were actually really serious.

His purpose was to stay by Gu Yuanbai's side, and as for Marquis Anle's tail finger, he returned it with fifty large plates. The target was not Marquis Anle's son, but the saint. He had willingly taken the actual fifty slaps in order to make the saint angry.

Even if Xue Yuan is strong, he is also a person, fifty big boards hit on the body, blood and flesh, no two or three months can not be good.

But Xue Yuan could not fail to see Gu Yuanbai.

Xue Jiuyao had never known what it meant to back off.

Injured like this, he was able to have someone carry him, waiting for Gu Yuanbai to take the opportunity to look at him as he walked out of the palace for a stroll. If he didn't look at him, Xue Yuan would go crazy. When Xue Yuan went crazy, no one could calm him down. General Xue had long since left, and Mrs. Xue had personally blocked the entrance to the Xue mansion, stopping Xue Yuan from going out.

At that time, Xue Yuan was lifted up by his slaves, he lifted his eyelids to look at his own mother, the greenish-blackness under his eyes and the blood in his eyes resembled that of a seriously ill patient, "Mother, my son has to go and take a look."

The voice was hoarse as if it were broken.

One look at what, he did not say. But the look on his face said clearly that no one could stop him, this one look, he was going to take a look.

Mrs. Xue knew that her son was obstinate, obstinate to the point of some paranoia, if he was not allowed to go out, he could even crawl on the ground by himself with his arms until he crawled to where he wanted to go.

Mrs. Xue wiped her tears and backed down.

Until today.

While Gu Yuanbai thought that he and Xue Yuan hadn't seen each other for more than twenty days, in fact, in Xue Yuan's eyes, it wasn't as long as twenty days, but it also seemed to be a bit longer than twenty days.

Gu Yuanbai didn't go out for a walk in the palace every day, and when he did, he didn't go to the same place every time. Xue Yuan relied entirely on luck, and sometimes it was hard to wait all day, only to not even see a single strand of hair.

Xue Yuan has even soaked in blood and water in his life, rotting and stinking corpses have been kept away from him, flies, bugs, and has been more woeful than a falling dog in his life.

So the various tactics he used in order to see Gu Yuanbai for a second glance, to him, it was nothing at all.

Hard to endure was hard to endure in that he wanted to talk to Gu Yuanbai.

Chang Yuyan spread the poem. With the prevalence of the Daheng Guo Newspaper, this guy's reputation also followed the rapid and rapid rise as if it was inflated, and his growing fame also made the Daheng Guo Newspaper follow suit and become more and more established in the circle of literati, forming a favorable cycle.

Xue Yuan used a little trickery to invite the head of the guards to the door.

Early this morning, the injury is still not good, Xue Yuan picked a black dress to cover the blood. Straighten his back, stride his legs, as if the injury behind him does not exist, with strong willpower, out of a normal and unharmed appearance.

It was like standing in front of Gu Yuanbai at this moment.

Gu Yuanbai looked at Xue Yuan.

Xue Yuan has a calm brow and a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes are covered with blood, and his stubble on his chin is wretched.

Decadent in a manly way.

Growing handsome people, really even so disheveled have a dashing intention. But it is also strange, if it is said to be handsome, Chu Wei that face is even more handsome, but if Chu Wei is so wretched, but less than Xue Yuan's sprightly attitude.

Gu Yuanbai retrieved his thoughts and gently waved his folding fan, no anger or joy on his face, "Healed?"

The head guard had only said earlier that Xue Yuan would have to lie down for two or three months before he could recover, and now it looked like Xue Yuan was just too normal, not at all like he had been seriously injured.

The corner of Xue Yuan's mouth hooked and he stood straight, still looking strong and unrivaled, "I am very good. How is His Holiness these days?"

His voice is like a seriously ill person in general low hoarse, mute to speak as if with a sense of sand, the last three words of the "can be good" indistinct and far away as if from a distance.

"I'm naturally doing well," Gu Yuanbai closed his folding fan, "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself."

Xue Yuan smiled faintly, so gentle and decent as if he was a cultured person raised in a bookish family, "Knowing that the Holy Spirit is doing well these days, I feel relieved."

Gu Yuanbai gave a start and looked him up and down seriously.

His gaze swept over Xue Yuan one by one, Xue Yuan's face did not change, he only lowered his eyes, "What is Your Majesty looking at the minister for."

"Xue Qing seems to be different somewhere," Gu Yuanbai frowned slightly, but he could not tell where the difference was, he looked at Xue Yuan over and over again, "Xue Qing seems ...... to be different."

He suddenly noticed as if it was Xue Yuan who had become disciplined nowadays.

Standing here for a moment, he had not taken a step forward towards Gu Yuanbai. His black clothes were heavy and oppressive, lining his aura and starting to settle down.

It was as if those earlier thoughts, those treacherous words, had all been buried in the memories of the few, and now stood here as a clean, clean, clean vassal who had done nothing.

Xue Yuan smiled as if nothing had happened, his hands behind his back firmly interlocked as he slowly spoke, "Your Holiness, it is now August. The wind has followed, would Your Holiness like to fly a kite?"

Gu Yuanbai looked up at the tips of the trees, the slender tips of which were casually blown around by the wind. The weather was sunny and quite a bit autumnal. It was indeed a good day to fly a kite.

The guards who were checking behind the willow tree ran back empty-handed, and when they saw Xue Yuan, they were all a bit surprised. Especially the chief of guards who understood Xue Yuan's injury, looked at Xue Yuan's gaze and wanted to speak again and again, it was very difficult.

Xue Yuan, however, didn't care about them as he waited for Gu Yuanbai's words.

After a while, Gu Yuanbai nodded, "Let's go."

Xue Yuan had already prepared the kite, and he bent down to pick it up, the whole action flowing smoothly. Under the cover of the black robe, the wound had cracked slightly. Xue Yuan walked beside Gu Yuanbai without changing his face, and when he walked past a patch of grass, he suddenly said, "Your Holiness, have you ever tasted grass with a sweet flavor?"

Gu Yuanbai was caught by the attention and looked back at him, his eyebrows slightly raised, "There's sweet grass?"

All he knew was that there were sweet-smelling flowers with sweet juice when he sucked against the bottom.

Xue Yuan laughed, looked into the grass, quickly took a few steps forward and picked a few grass leaves with small white flowers in the midst of the greenery. He purposely crushed these grass leaves with his fingers, and the scent of grass and sweet juice overflowed, covering the seemingly bloodstained smell of Xue Yuan's body.

Xue Yuan was not happy that he was showing a weak posture in front of Gu Yuanbai.

He delivered these Sweet Leaf Herbs to the little emperor and took the first taste himself, narrowing his eyes slightly and nodding in satisfaction.

Seeing that he ate it and his expression was still good, only then did the palace attendant by Gu Yuanbai's side receive a leaf, rinsing it with water and then wiping it with a clean handkerchief before handing it over to Gu Yuanbai's face.

Gu Yuanbai raised his hand to take it and tentatively tasted it, surprised to find that it had a sweetness similar to the taste of sugarcane, he tasted it again, "What is this called?"

"The people call it sweet-leaf grass," said Xue Yuan, "is it sweet?"

Gu Yuanbai couldn't help but nod, "With such a sweet flavor, it should make a good drink if you make tea."

Everything could be involved in politics, this was Gu Yuanbai's characteristic. Xue Yuan changed the topic in time, "Your Holiness, there are quite a few that are equally sweet. Nectar nectar, the people can't afford sugar, and when the children at home want to eat sweet, they eat these things."

"It tastes good," Gu Yuanbai pondered, "and I don't know if it's good to feed."

Looking at the way Xue Yuan was able to find this thing with a casual glance just now, this Sweet Leaf Grass shouldn't be something that's hard to grow. If this thing is all over the street, then in the Daheng Dynasty is not considered honorable, but for the countries that don't have this thing, Western Xia, Dazhou, and the neighboring countries on the Silk Road ...... that should be quite a good seller.

To be able to sell one is to pit money for nothing one, Gu Yuanbai's health is not good, he can't live long. But if he can live longer, he must sell this kind of thing abroad, and make a fortune in gold and silver from overseas countries.

"Your Holiness," the head guard said, "Your Holiness?"

Gu Yuanbai looked back, "What's wrong?"

The head guard's gaze had crossed Xue Yuan's many times before he finally closed his mouth, "This place is just empty, if you were to fly up a kite, this place would be enough."

Xue Yuan looked around and nodded in agreement, "This place is indeed fine."

"Then let's fly it," Gu Yuanbai said, "What about Xue Qing's kite, what does it look like?"

"At this spot." Xue Yuan set the kite up, and a guard cooperated with him, helping him lift the kite to relocate it farther away, and then violently let go with the wind when the next gust of wind came.

The kite flew leisurely up into the sky, becoming a unique scenery on the top of the summer palace. Gu Yuanbai used his folding fan to shield his forehead from the blinding sunlight and looked up to see the kite.

Somewhat slightly surprised that it was a plain swallow kite.

He originally thought that Xue Yuan's character, flying a kite should be very large and arrogant. However, he did not expect to be very wrong, this kite is extremely ordinary, so ordinary that Gu Yuanbai was a little surprised.

After being surprised, Gu Yuanbai was a bit amused, he hooked his lips and was about to retract his sight, but the wind closed violently, the kite was about to fall to the ground, before it fell to the ground, Xue Yuan tugged on the line in time, just as another gust of wind blew up, the kite flew again.

Just that moment of proximity, Gu Yuanbai seemed to see a few lines on the swallow kite.

After the kite had been flown for a while, the chief of the guards came forward to take the item from Xue Yuan's hands, and he secretly and bitterly advised, "Lord Xue, your body is important. Now that you have come before His Majesty with a sick body, it is not you who will suffer, so why bother?"

They still didn't know what had happened earlier, and simply thought that Xue Yuan had offended the Marquis of Anle in order to avenge his brother's death, and that was why he was punished by the saint.

The more the head guard spent time with Xue Yuan, the more he felt that Xue Yuan was a good person with bad words and a very bad attitude. He was really worried about Xue Yuan, "If you toss and turn your body like this, at the end of the day, won't the injuries be even worse?"

Xue Yuan said, "Then suffer."

He handed the kite over to the head guard and walked towards Gu Yuanbai in large strides. Gu Yuanbai was pondering the handwriting on the kite, and when he saw him coming over, he casually asked, "What's that?"

"I wrote two lines casually," Xue Yuan glanced casually and withdrew his eyes, "writing for fun, Your Majesty need not care."

Gu Yuanbai hmmm'd, no longer interested in watching the kites, and accompanied by Xue Yuan, they walked together to sit in the shade of a nearby resting place. Looking at the chief of guards with his men, they were still hard at work flying the kites.

"Your Holiness, I overstepped my bounds earlier," Xue Yuan suddenly said, "Thunder and rain are all imperial favors. I am short-sighted and very shallow, and I don't know the rules when I've read fewer books."

Gu Yuanbai couldn't help but look back at him.

The corners of Xue Yuan's lips hooked up, and if it wasn't for the blood woes in his eyes, he must have been gentle and elegant to the point of being graceful.

This was not Xue Yuan, or rather, this kind of feeling was not the feeling that Xue Yuan should give Gu Yuanbai.

Gu Yuanbai's brows couldn't help but furrow, and after a while faintly said, "I've already forgotten."

Xue Yuan didn't even change his smile, he just nodded and then set his eyes on the kite not far away.

Saying the words desperately, suppressing all his feelings, Xue Yuan said those kinds of words for the first time in his life.

It was just forgotten by Gu Yuanbai.

But that's okay.

Xue Yuan would be ready with another, better word.

The head guard and the others at the front were concentrating on the swallow kite, while Gu Yuanbai and Xue Yuan at the back had already moved from the shady ground, slowly towards the nearest four-cornered pavilion.

The four-cornered pavilion is built on top of a wooden path, which is lined with turquoise and yellow lakes, where birds fly in and then swiftly fly away before people get close.

Xue Yuan saw the folding fan in Gu Yuanbai's hand, "Your Holiness, from whom did this fan come?"

"Chu Wei." As soon as these two words were said, Gu Yuanbai felt that there was something subtle, now that the original male main attacker had a heart for him, what could the original male main acceptor do?

He rubbed his brow with a headache, not realizing that in addition to being an emperor, he had to moonlight as an emotional guru and a marriage broker.

Xue Yuan withdrew his eyes from the fan, "So it was done by Lord Chu."

"His brushwork, ink, calligraphy, and painting are all superb," Gu Yuanbai said casually, "I'm afraid that in a hundred years' time, they will become treasures in the hands of others."

Xue Yuan laughed and suddenly reached out and pointed ahead, "Your Holiness, look, there is a bird ahead that is supplementing its young with food."

Gu Yuanbai looked along where he was pointing and didn't see it, "Where is it?"

"I dare to ask for the honor of shaking the hand of His Majesty," Xue Yuan said, "and I will point it out to you."

Gu Yuanbai paused for a moment and didn't look, "No need."

Xue Yuan did not force himself, he accompanied the side slowly, his steps were not hurried, even if he was rejected, he was not disappointed.

After waiting for the Four Corners Pavilion, Gu Yuanbai was about to find a place to sit anywhere, when Xue Yuan first said, "Your Holiness, don't be in a hurry, I'll wipe it off."

He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the dust on the seat in the pavilion. In fact, where need to wipe, since the saint drove to the summer palace, cleaning eunuchs and palace maids are diligent, where all clean without ever falling on the slightest dust, is afraid of bumping into the saint, was punished.

As soon as Xue Yuan bent down, Gu Yuanbai smelled a seemingly bloody odor, he frowned and followed the bloody odor closer, but when he smelled it again, he felt the smell of some herbs and grasses.

Gu Yuanbai sniffed, and the more he smelled, the more he smelled, instead, the bloody odor he smelled at the very beginning could no longer be smelled. He wanted to take another step closer, but who would have thought that Xue Yuan suddenly stood up, his back attacking fiercely, abruptly hitting Gu Yuanbai's nose.

"......"

Xue Yuan's body stiffened for a split second and quickly turned around, and because of his haste, his wounds were violently cracked open. But the moment he saw that he was hit and covered his nose, and that the usually cold and unfeeling little emperor now had a moist light in his eyes, all words and actions were forgotten.

There was only one thought in mind.

So the little heartless one knows pain.

Gu Yuanbai's nose was directly hit by the tear ducts with this bump. He held in the pain, but his body was too delicate, and with this bump, the tear ducts directly popped out tears.

It's so humiliating.

But even though he was in such a sorry state, Gu Yuanbai didn't want to lose face in front of Xue Yuan. He endured this soreness, and composed himself without changing his face. It was as if this pair of eyes had nothing to do with him at all.

The little emperor was stubborn, and after Xue Yuan returned to his senses, he bent down in amusement and coaxed in a low voice, "Don't move, let me take a look."

Gu Yuanbai sulked, "Look at shit."

Xue Yuan took away Gu Yuanbai's hand that was covering her nose, and at this look, fortunately, it was just that the place that was hit was a little red, and it wasn't hurt. Gu Yuanbai's eyes were blurred, and the pain was at its peak before it began to slowly fade away.

Not long ago, he treated Xue Yuan is still times for the cold look. Xue Yuan often see his expression, mostly with a dignified or friendly smile, once angry, is the cold ice.

But never have I seen Gu Yuanbai teary-eyed.

He lowered his voice and mumbled, "Your Holiness, I want to wipe your tears."

Gu Yuanbai also mumbled back, "Rub."

Xue Yuan was just about to touch it when Gu Yuanbai added, "No one is allowed to use the same handkerchief that wipes the stool."

How can I spare a handkerchief to wipe your tears.

Xue Yuan laughed silently, and there were a few hints of sarcasm in his laugh that he was born to bring out. He earnestly and incomparably took his palm and cupped Gu Yuanbai's face, his thumb gently rubbing it over, wiping away the slight traces of tears from the corners of Gu Yuanbai's eyes.

But as soon as her hand touched it, it seemed to poke out the tears that were still in her eyes, and when Gu Yuanbai herself was unaware of it, a few more tears swished out.

Xue Yuan sighed helplessly.

Gu Yuanbai never knew how much she looked like she was poking Xue Yuan's heart when she was calmly shedding tears.

The rules that had been so hard to come by, after more than twenty days of feinting, were all on the verge of being shattered again at this very moment.

Xue Yuan moved closer to Gu Yuanbai, his breath sizzling and spraying over, stretching his tongue to curl away the distance of the teardrops, but he didn't do anything in the end, instead taking the lapel of his coat and carefully wiping away these tears.

When Gu Yuanbai was better, he realized that he had sat down at some point, and Xue Yuan was standing two steps away from him.

Gu Yuanbai slowed down for a while before returning to what Xue Yuan had done earlier. He glanced towards Xue Yuan, whose gaze was not on him, but rather had his hands behind his back, his posture erect as he gazed far into the distance.

It was only after noticing Gu Yuanbai's line of sight that he turned his head back, the peaks of his eyebrows slightly raised as he smiled faintly towards Gu Yuanbai.

Gu Yuanbai was suddenly reminded of a sentence.

A dog that bites doesn't bark.