My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

There was only a small piece of paper in the reply.

The word "watched" was written on it.

If this is the case, the Zhongchen will not lose his temper.

But this reply was just torn off the two words "read" from the letter he wrote and put them in the envelope, which showed that she didn't even want to write the two words by hand.

Are you playing tricks on me...Zhongchen Jianzuo never expected such a situation to happen, and he was dumbfounded and dumbfounded for a while.

It feels like being slapped and humiliated hard by someone, a little frustrated. Since that day, he hasn't set foot in Su my house for a long time, nor has he considered it again.

At the beginning of March, in early spring, the royal family held a half-month hunting party, and Su my family would also accompany it.

Nakachen Kama did not intend to go, but his old father vomited blood all over the room to threaten him. There was no way, so he had to put on his clothes and rode on his horse, and followed the hunting team far behind.

After leaving the capital, the hunting team entered the Chunmu mountain boundary. The mountain road was twisted and muddy. The horseshoes were easy to slip on. The leading team could only dismount and walk, so the whole team pulled into a long snake-like shape.

On the other side of the mountain, the showers had enveloped the top of the mountain covered with cedar trees into a piece of white flowers, spreading towards this side at an astonishing speed.

At the end of the cavalry team, Nakashin was staring at the overlapping mountains. On the foothills, there are a few yellow thatched roofs. That is the imperial palace set up by the imperial court. The female family members before the attack have entered to rest before the heavy rain.

Vaguely, a woman with long silver-white hair stood at the door and looked over here. Her unclear gaze penetrated the deep valley and reached her heart.

His chest was throbbing nervously, and there was a strong expectation that urged Zhongchen to act quickly.

At this time, Dou Da's rain began to fall from the air. He abandoned the horse and ran up the winding steep mountain road, finally arriving in front of the imperial palace.

The clothes on his feet were half wet, and his lips were blue from the cold. He breathed into his palm and stared at the door in a daze.

What should we do next?

He had talked with many women about love, but he had never met someone as cold to him as Su Wo Fu Ji. In any case, he is a well-known beautiful man. Generally speaking, those women like him easily, and there is no one who treats him like her.

Zhongchen walked back and forth in front of the door with sick feet hesitating, occasionally looking up at the white rain.

Encountered a cold rain during the hunt, I had to stop and rest. I encountered a cold current on the road to pursue love, and I don't know how to move forward.

The weather at this time coincided with the feeling in my heart. After touching the scene, he couldn't help but sing a Japanese song.

[Misery and loneliness fills my heart. ]

[Endless sky, rain is falling when I see it. ]

A chuckle came from the door, and the paper door was opened. The female officer came out from the door. She smiled and glanced at the trembling body, the middle minister who was fighting with his teeth and sickened his feet, and took him by the hand and led him into the room.

"Oh, Lord Zhongchen is soaked all over, so let's go inside and cook. Take off your clothes and dry them quickly, or you will get sick."

The furnishings in the house are very simple, the mats and paper windows are very old, and many places are covered with dust and dirty.

A charcoal fire was added to the firepit, and it was just lit, and the heat was not enough. On the other side of the fire pond, there is a white paper screen with a beautiful silhouette of a woman printed on it.

Wouldn't you let me meet...Zhongchen took off his drenched shirt and knelt by the fire. The rain fell outside the house, and the valley began to brighten.

The charcoal fire also became vigorous, and steam came out of the clothes, and Nakachen Kazuku felt that his breathing was not smooth.

"Master Zhongchen, come and have a cup of hot water."

The female officer sat across from him, her face flushed and her hands shaking. Her gaze fell straight on his upper body, with strong muscles and a thin light of charcoal printed on it. It looked reminiscent of fresh peaches, which was very beautiful.

Seeing her ashamed and embarrassing appearance, Zhongchen Shizuo was a little startled. He turned his head and glanced at the screen, the silhouette seemed to be fixed, without moving.

"Master Zhongchen is really persevering." The female officer half-covered her mouth and joked softly: "I thought you had given up."

"How could it be..." Zhongchen Kazuku pretended to be calm, and his voice trembled a little laughably. "Although it has been a long time, I miss Miss Fukui all the time, and have been thinking about her wholeheartedly. "

When he said this, he peeked at the screen again, the silhouette moved a bit, and she took off the clothes that had been draped on her shoulders, so there was a rustling sound.

The female officer looked at his Qi Ai Ai's expression and found it interesting, and asked, "Do I need to help you spread the letter?"

He was in the same room, but he still had to rely on letters to convey words... Zhongchen shook his head, feeling a little depressed.

The female officer no longer teased him, but got up and asked for a simple lunch for three people.

In the afternoon, the rain became heavy again. Zhongchen Jianzuo stood in front of the window and looked at the mountains. The image of the mountains couldn't tell the distance. They were all dyed white. The clear stream beside the house turned yellow, and the rushing water made a loud sound.

In the sound of the violent rain, the sound of drums came from a distance.

Zhongchen leaned out and took a look. Many attendants walked back and forth on the muddy road of the imperial palace with food and musical instruments in their hands.

It turned out that the rain was too heavy to make it to the hunting grounds, so the queen ordered someone to prepare for tonight's banquet.

In the evening, the icy water droplets were still falling, and the lights of pine oil lit up everywhere in the imperial palace.

Zhongchen walked on the way to the banquet in a dazed manner. The wind and rain hit his head. He listened carefully, and he could distinguish the sound of flutes and drums, as well as the singing of several women, penetrating the night rain sharply like lightning.

There were a large number of entourages in this hunting party. Nearly half of the officials in the court came, such as Zhongchen Kanzu who did not serve in the court, but there were also many people who were born noble.

He didn't intend to come, but it was too boring to carry it in Suwafuji's room. He didn't know what to say or what to do.

I had no choice but to come out and breathe through the reason of attending the banquet.

Zhongchen walked into the banquet room with his feet sick and found a place to sit down at random. Someone was performing in the middle of the hall, the flute was blowing, and some people pulled the strings.

Some use fans to sing while tapping, while others are dancing.

The atmosphere continued to rise. I don't know who led the way. More and more people jumped in and chased each other in circles. The chaotic footsteps continued for a while.

Zhongchen Jianzuo was drinking boring wine alone, and from time to time he looked up at the rain curtain outside the window. He thought to himself, singing, dancing and prosperity belong to this world, and only thinness belongs to himself.

The chaotic footsteps continued for a while, and then suddenly fell silent. He looked towards the door, and the empress wearing a red Datang Maid's dress was seated with the help of the Maid.

"See the emperor."

Everyone left their seats and knelt down, prostrate on the ground and knelt to meet the emperor.

The noble empress walked slowly, until she stopped at the main seat surrounded by a huge screen, and turned to look at the people who were kneeling on the ground.

Her eyebrows are beautiful, and her skin is delicate and delicate. Even though he was already forty years old, it looked like he was in his early thirties from the outside, and his beautiful face could not see the traces of time.

Among the five-body cast, only one raised his head and looked at her.

That is the foot sickle of the ninja.

The empress lifted her head slightly and looked into his eyes, her gaze passing lightly.

Calm, but very noble.

"Zhongqing family, please continue." She said, her voice flowing through everyone's hearts like gurgling water, and then she sat sideways on the chairman's wide chair, her black hair draped down like a waterfall.

Music was played again during the banquet, and the atmosphere of the banquet gradually reached a climax. Two or three public officials stood up and began to dance with their arms around the dancers. They were laughing, singing, and laughing in this cold night.

The Zhongchen's foot is still incompatible with the lively atmosphere. He drank sullen wine by himself, occasionally turning his head to look at the respected empress.

Speaking of which, he had a deep personal relationship with the former queen.

When the first emperor Shu Mingming was alive, he admired the lieutenant's foot, often invited him to the palace to discuss political affairs, and often kept him for dinner in the palace.

After going back and forth, he got acquainted with many female relatives in the palace, and now the queen, the queen of treasure at that time was one of them.

She also liked the Zhongchen's feet, and he was handsome and elegant. Moreover, Shu Minghuang is old and weak, and she is like a wolf at her age...

Zhongchen Kama is a prodigal son in love. How could it be possible to let the matter of hooking up with other wives and daughters be let go? The other party's talent is outstanding, and she is also a respected queen. It is even more exciting to play.

The two of them are often on the side of the sleeping emperor, enjoying the extremely exciting joy of love through a quilt. Or the emperor was discussing matters with courtiers, and the two of them lowered their voices behind the screen and indulged in indulgence.

This kind of time lasted for two or three years. The Emperor Shu Ming passed away unexpectedly, and Queen Bao also changed from a queen to an emperor, and the two did not have much contact.

After seeing her again after three months, her gorgeous face has not changed, but the aura on her body, from the beginning of virtuous and virtuous sense, has now become a sense of respect and nobility, and vaguely domineering.

In his impression, Queen Bao is a beautiful and very scheming woman. Right now, although the imperial court has great power to join the deer, but compared to her will not be willing to be suppressed by a courtier all the time, the two will inevitably have a conflict, and a **** storm is inevitable.

The minister sighed with sickle feet, took a sip from the wine glass, and then he was shocked, because he saw the empress wave her sleeves at him, and the blood-like bright colors pierced his eyes deeply.

"Guests..." The queen stood up, her red dress dazzling like autumn maple leaves against the backdrop of the lights.

"I'm so happy tonight, it would be better to ask Mr. Zhongchen to sing for you all." After speaking, she moved her indifferent gaze to Zhongchen's feet, and nodded weakly.

The Zhongchen hurriedly stood up and arched his hands, barely smiled bitterly and said: "The emperor, please forgive me..."

"Then you have to look at Zhongqing's family and let you go." She smiled faintly, her voice was extremely pleasant, but the Zhongchen Sifu felt the cold wind into the bones.

The ministers who had drunk in the banquet clapped their hands one after another, booing.

"I heard that the Minister is Fengya, how can I not leave a poem today..."

"Don't stay, you can drink more, don't want to leave if you don't drink."

"Forget it, don't write any poems, just tell a romantic story to listen to."

"Hahahaha, how are you, everyone?" The one who said that he wanted to tell the romantic story is the elder brother of Zhong Da, the queen's own son, who has always worshipped the romantic deeds of the lieutenant and took this as an example.

He looked around for a week and pointed to the middle minister's foot and said: "This person will tell the romantic story like it is true. Don't you want to listen to it?"

"Yeah!"

"Speak quickly!

"We listen with all ears..."

You asked me to tell a romantic story in front of your mother. Do you think I was dismissed from office and it was not bad enough?...Zhongchen Jianzuo's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he frequently shook his head and said, "I can't do it... Drunk...Drunk..."

The prince Zhongda was very upset, and asked like a child reluctantly: "Didn’t you tell me often before, why can’t you talk about it at this banquet? This banquet is all men except for my mother and queen, which is inconvenient. Is anyone present?"

The protagonist of the romantic story is your mother...Zhongchen Kanzu is really helpless, so he can only take a sip of wine, walk slowly to the table, and sing loudly.

[You walk through the wilds where the dark red comfrey grows, and wander in the hunting grounds. ]

[Did the guard of the hunting ground see you waving your sleeves at me? ]

This Japanese song is not only an explanation to all the arrogant ministers, but also a response to the words implied by the empress dynasty when he waved his sleeves.

"Ah, this won't work..."

"Yes, it's so boring, Master Zhongchen should tell a romantic story..."

The ministers were dissatisfied and clapped their hands and hummed.

In desperation, the minister could only look at the empress for help.

The empress's indifferent gaze swept across the audience, and said lightly: "Master Zhongchen, the Qing family seems to be very dissatisfied."

Zhongchen could only kneel down on the ground with sickle feet, with a look on his face that deserved death: "The minister is so talented that he can't continue."

The queen glared at him sharply: "I will stop your official~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I hope you will live a good life at home and reflect on it. Have you ever reflected on it? The minister has sick feet, what should you be guilty of?"

The voice full of majesty instantly lowered the noise on the banquet mountain, and the ministers cast sympathetic glances at the middle ministers.

Zhongchen Kama was enough to reach the ground, and he dared not say a word.

The empress put her hands behind her, her clear eyes slowly turned, looking around the entire banquet. Afterwards, she turned around indifferently and said coldly: "You, let me receive the punishment."

After speaking, the noble Queen walked into the huge screen without looking back.

With a look of sincerity and fear, Zhongchen walked in closely, not daring to neglect.

During the dinner, the music was played again, with laughter and laughter, and occasionally heard the "pop" sound from behind the screen, and it was suspected that the middle minister was being slapped with his sickle foot.

As the night darkened, the banquet dissipated, and vaguely, there was a low, depressed gasp.