It's a pity that I am as beautiful as a flower [Quick Transmigration]

After a few days of exhaustion, Chu Yan's body is still not well maintained.

Chu Yan issued an order, ordering Sangong to assist King Xin in managing the government.

All of a sudden, there was an uproar in the court.Everyone knows that His Majesty has no heirs, and even the harem is empty. Back then, there were ministers who forced Chu Yan to choose a concubine by death.But Chu Yan just glanced at him indifferently: "Then let him die."

At that moment, the ministers knew that this was definitely not a monarch they could handle.

However, Chu Yan ordered Xinwang to take over the government, and now His Majesty is implying that the next emperor will be succeeded by Xinwang?

Everyone speculated about the Sacred Heart, and panicked for a while.

Chu Yan completely ignored those things. He had been coughing up blood and coughing up badly recently, and he suddenly realized that his time was numbered.

There were guards standing outside, Chu Yan casually clicked with some headache: "You, come in."

Hearing Chu Yan's order, the guards outside quickly lowered their heads: "What is your Majesty's order?"

"I'm sleepy every day, and I'm very tired. I want to go for a walk far away."

The guard froze for a moment, remembering Lin Jinzhi's order to let Chu Yan rest well...

"What? Did I order you not to move?"

Hearing Chu Yan's dissatisfaction, the guard quickly knelt down: "I dare not!"

Chu Yan felt a headache when he saw his silent appearance. In the past, Chu Yan hoped that others would be afraid of him, so that he would not have to think about those things when he was young.But now Chu Yan always feels extremely boring and bored seeing others like this.

"Get up, don't kneel on the ground."

"……promise."

"Go, pass on my will, I'm going to Hanshan Temple."

The anniversary of his late mother's death is coming soon, since Chu Yan became the emperor, he will go to Hanshan Temple to pray for his late mother every year, every year.

The guard lowered his head and hurriedly went to do what Chu Yan ordered.

In the afternoon, it gradually warmed up outside.

Chu Yan was reading a book in the house, while Han Zhengping retreated from the palace people and walked inside slowly.

When seeing Han Zheng, Chu Yan's face turned pale: "Are you alive?"

Han Zheng no longer had the naive and brave attitude of the past, his cold face was full of madness: "The minister is indeed not dead, and I would like to thank Your Majesty for not killing me."

Chu Yan sneered: "It's true that I didn't kill you, but I remember that I stabbed very deeply. You shouldn't recover so quickly."

Han Zheng boldly took Chu Yan's hand and let his hand touch his wound, pressing that place little by little.

Finally... blood seeped out.

Chu Yan's expression changed, but Han Zheng looked at him tenderly, as if he didn't feel any pain at all: "It's true that I'm still not well, but I just wanted to see Your Majesty, so I rushed here facing the pain. "

What is facing pain?

Chu Yan was furious.

But Han Zheng still refused to let go: "Your Majesty let the subject hurt, and the subject showed the pain to Your Majesty. Didn't Your Majesty press the subject's wound? You only need to poke your finger twice, and you can make the subject break out in cold sweat. Why not do that? "

Chu Yan looked at him, Han Zheng's eyes were full of persistence.

He gasped, and said to Han Zheng, "...you're crazy!"

Han Zheng smiled as if he was crying: "I just want His Majesty to know that my life is in His Majesty's hands, and His Majesty can take it away at any time."

Chu Yan stared at him, as if judging the credibility of his words.

But Han Zheng said sullenly: "Didn't Your Majesty promise the humble minister that if the humble minister can survive, the previous affairs will be canceled?"

Chu Yan's heart was shaken. For such a ridiculous reason, he had to hold on to see him even though he was seriously injured?

"...I know."

Han Zheng couldn't help but widen his eyes, breathing quickly: "Your Majesty...have you recognized the minister?"

"You entrust your life to me like this, if you don't recognize you anymore, wouldn't I be a fool?"

Han Zheng laughed, and let go of Chu Yan. At first, he insisted to come here, which was already the limit.

Seeing that he was still kneeling on the ground, Chu Yan said softly, "Get up."

Han Zheng was sweating profusely. When he got up, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight down.

Coincidentally, Chu Yan was not far in front of him, and Han Zheng fell directly into his arms.This incident made Chu Yan a little confused, and his acting skills were not up to par, and there happened to be a young eunuch walking in with Lin Jinzhi.

Chu Yan: "..."

system:[……]

[listen to me!listen to me!This time it's really not my skin! ]

[Ha ha. ]

[Wo Cao, this Han Zheng wants to dirty me before he passes out!Give me an assist! ]

[... what assist? ]

[Give Lin Jinzhi a green hat. ]

The system clutched its little heart, feeling as if something was broken in it, and actually wanted to enjoy the next big show.

"Your Majesty and Han Zheng... what are you doing?" Lin Jinzhi's expression was extremely gloomy.

At this time, Chu Yan didn't know how to explain at all, it's best to go along with the flow, just as he wished: "Just as you can see."

The two were so tit-for-tat that the little eunuch who led the people in was scared to death.

His legs trembled, and he couldn't stand up straight.

Lin Jinzhi clenched his teeth: "Get lost!"

The little eunuch immediately rolled out, for fear of harming the fish pond.

Lin Jinzhi walked towards Chu Yan's position, but Chu Yan didn't want to see him, so he turned his face away: "I don't want to see you now."

Lin Jinzhi was burning with anger, and jealousy gnawed at his heart like a bug.

why...

Why in the end, it was Han Zheng who gained Chu Yan's trust?

He was about to lose control of his rationality, and took a step closer to Chu Yan: "Xiao Chen, how can you forgive me?"

Chu Yan didn't speak, but picked Han Zheng up from the ground: "Can I forgive you? Then tell me, how do you forgive me?"

Lin Jinzhi tasted blood in his mouth, and saw Chu Yan hugging Han Zheng to the bed.

"Why is Han Zheng in a coma?"

"...He's a bit out of strength."

Chu Yan spoke ambiguously, and Lin Jinzhi's face immediately turned green.

If he stayed like this any longer, Lin Jinzhi felt like he was going to vomit blood.His whole body tensed up, he saluted Chu Yan, and walked straight out of this place.

[I finally left... When I hugged Han Zheng just now, my arms were trembling, and it was really heavy. ]

[...Bengren set points deducted. ]

[Don’t, don’t, it’s not heavy at all!Not heavy at all!I am brave and mighty, just one Han Zheng, I can hug ten of them! ]

[Hehe, you should hug me instead. ]

[QAQ, I'm out of skin. ]

The system scolded him: [Second advice, what's the future? ]

While arguing with the system in his heart, Chu Yan teased it from time to time, while looking at Han Zheng on the bed with excellent acting skills.

Chu Yan touched Han Zheng in his arms: "The forehead is so hot..."

In desperation, Chu Yan had no choice but to let the imperial physician come over to show him.

—

The trip to Hanshan Temple began to be intensely prepared. After all, the emperor's trip was not a trivial matter, and all things had to be carefully considered.

Han Zheng was raised in the palace these days, under the careful care and service of the imperial physician, so naturally he recovered faster than ordinary people.

Chu Yan really believed in Han Zheng. After all, he had said something earlier, and Han Zheng gave up his life like that. Chu Yan had no choice but to believe him.

But this taste is really good.

——He is not alone.

Although Han Zheng is recuperating, he often sees Chu Yan holding a volume of books, raising his head and chuckling at him from time to time: "Little uncle."

As the sun shone on him, Chu Yan's brown eyes became lighter, and the surrounding dust particles lingered around him, making Han Zheng fascinated.

"Little uncle, what are you doing looking at me like this?"

"Your Majesty don't call me Uncle Chen anymore."

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows: "What's that called? Brother?"

That sentence, brother, made Han Zheng blush, and his heart was filled with feelings that he shouldn't have.

"Also, let's call him Uncle Chen."

Chu Yan laughed sullenly, thinking it was quite amusing to tease Han Zheng like this.

As long as he doesn't see Lin Jinzhi... his heart disease won't break out.

The trip to Hanshan Temple is scheduled for tomorrow.

Han Zheng's illness did not recover, Chu Yan originally wanted him to recuperate in the palace.However, Han Zheng knelt beside him and repeatedly begged Chu Yan to let him follow Chu Yan.

I said so, and Chu Yan had no choice but to answer.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the news that Han Zheng was seriously injured and stayed in the palace was quietly spread.

Some people are used to wearing the sacred will, so they think that His Majesty has taken a fancy to Han Zheng, and he likes men, no wonder there is no concubine in the huge harem.

Another person said that His Majesty is using General Zhenyuan to calm down the forces in the court.

However, no one knows about these, only the person in the palace knows.

Chu Yan couldn't fall asleep when he was alone, so Han Zheng came over and sang with him as usual.

"Little uncle, your singing is really terrible..."

Han Zheng's cold face showed a bit of softness: "But Your Majesty always likes to listen."

Chu Yan's drowsiness welled up: "The only relatives I have are you and Xin'er...and Xin'er is always afraid of me, I have no other relatives..."

The smile on the corner of Han Zheng's mouth closed, and he tasted bitterness.

How could he not know that Chu Yan trusted him as a relative's trust.

If he hadn't been adopted by Zhang's family since he was a child, no matter what he did, Chu Yan would not have the slightest pity on him.

Seeing his sleeping face, Han Zheng gradually retreated.

But the song that His Majesty taught him, "The mountains have trees, the trees have branches, the heart pleases the king, and the king doesn't know", who sang it and listened to it?

Whoever it was, it wouldn't be him.

Han Zheng thought of Lin Jinzhi, with a wry smile on his face.

Every time he sang, Chu Yan's eyes would be covered with mist.

Probably, it was sung to him.

Although he had never read this kind of polite sentence, but he... understood.