Chapter 12: I have never seen anyone who is so eloquent

When Xiao Yu'an arrived at the main hall, the old general was wearing armor and blood-stained robes. At first glance, he was holding twelve points.
Seeing Xiao Yu'an, the old general with a silver head smashed his cloak, and his hands clenched his fists and kneeled down! Worried and shouting: "The emperor!!"
Where Xiao Yuan could stand this worship, he slammed into the old general: "Yes!! The generals are all right! Listen to you!!"
The old general: "...the emperor, the minister did not say anything..."
what? Haven't said yet? You just shouted in tears, I thought that the complaint was over and began to persuade.
Xiao Yuan knees on his knees and reaches for the old general: "You said, you said."
The old general can not afford to be a body, but also a worship: "The emperor! The emperor first emperor has been fighting for several years, in exchange for this Taiping country, you can be sorry for the ancestors."
Xiao Yuan quickly replied: "Yes! That's right! I am sorry for them!"
The old general pays another visit: "Now the national treasury is lacking, but you have a banquet singing songs every day, indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun, not asking about the past, this is a sign of extinction!"
Xiao Yuan once again bowed back: "Yes! That's right! The old general, you are right! I changed! I must change!"
Old General: "...?"
what's the situation? Why is the emperor so obedient! Am I too old and confused? !
Xiao Yu'an raised an old-fashioned general and helped him sit down: "Sun General, don't worry, sit here, I stand and listen to you."
Old General: "???"
Although Xiao Yu'an's attitude was caught off guard, the old general calmed down and was still open.
If it really smashed for half an hour, Xiao Yu responded safely in three sentences: You are right! What you said is too reasonable! I must listen to you!
Although these three sentences seem to be extremely perfunctory, Xiao Yu'an's attitude is meticulous. Not only adopts the advice of the old generals, he withdraws all state banquets, but also begins to deal with the political affairs every day, and the old generals are moved with a tearful nose and a high heart. Hu: The emperor is showing up!
Xiao Yu'an: Pull it down! He can't show me the spirit! Isn’t the juvenile king’s fornication inherited?
Xiao Yu'an did this, the old general would not want to leave, and there was a turmoil. Xiao Yuan no longer squandered, and the national treasury gradually turned from loss to fullness.
But not everyone is happy, Xiao Yu'an is in politics all the time, and there is a bleak cloud in the palace.
This is the Jingyang Palace, where the young king is imprisoned.
Although the young king has no male color, no female, no shackles, but imprisonment is imprisonment, low status, no scorpion, if the young kings are cold, they have no rewards and love, then their status is inferior. The slaves are no different.
Jingyang Palace sighs and sighs everywhere, but some people are as usual.
Although it is in the early winter, the North is already a thousand miles away, and the snow is floating, and the chill is inevitably swept over the corner of the palace.
Xiaofeng month got up early, wrapped in thick robes and robe, and cleaned the snow outside the door.
Although Xiaofengyue was born in Nanyan State since childhood, he has never seen such a snow scene, but the initial surprise has disappeared and replaced with fear of the cold.
Xiaofengyue was originally a violinist from Nanyan State. After being broken, he was captured in the North. Because of his temperament and handsome appearance, he was selected by the red sleeve and arranged in Jingyang Palace.
Fortunately, the young king likes to be soft and charming, and he is not interested in him, so he has never been looking for him. Xiaofeng’s days in Jingyang Palace will be one day.
Xiaofengyue swept the snow in front of the door, and the red hands just entered the room, and suddenly someone hid his eyes behind him.
Xiaofeng Yue smiled lightly and reached out to his hand: "Liu An."
"Ah, it was recognized by you again." Yang Liuan retracted his hand and embarrassedly scratched his head.
"Come in, don't be seen." Xiaofeng was busy pulling Yang Liu into the room and reaching for the door.
"You are so good." Yang Liuan took Xiaofeng's hand that was frozen and red, and kept squatting.
"I don't get in the way." Xiaofeng month bowed his head, but his tone was a smile that could not be concealed.
"Right, the last time the emperor rewarded me some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, I brought it to you to taste." Yang Liuan took out a paper bag from his arms, carefully opened and picked up a small piece, fed into the mouth of Xiaofengyue. Inside, "Is it delicious?"
Xiaofeng nodded, and the smile became more and more gentle: "It’s delicious, right. Before I played the piano in the pavilion, I was heard. The result was heard..."
"Oh, it's the emperor." Seeing Xiaofeng's face was white, Yang Liuan quickly waved his hand. "You don't panic, the emperor didn't go into it."
Xiaofeng Yue slightly sighed with a sigh of relief: "That's good, right, how come you have time?"
"I can stay with you all day, because the emperor is not willing to let the guards and prostitutes follow today." Yang Liuan replied.
Xiaofeng Moon reveals doubts: "Well? Why is it?"
"The emperor said to me, but I didn't understand it." Yang Liuan sighed. Recently, the emperor became more and more amiable, but the words were stranger.
"Hey? What did the emperor say?"
"He said he was going to peek at the encounter between the man and the woman."