Ma Ye

After the Lantern Festival, the capital is still very lively. In the morning, the people are excited because today is the day when the regent will be executed.

When the prison cart was pushing the criminals over, the enraged citizens threw rotten leaves and rotten eggs on it, and some even threw stones.

When the regent arrived at the execution ground, he was completely in a state of disarray. The person who once held a lot of power had completely fallen into the quagmire and couldn't get up.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month in the fourth year of Qing'an, the regent was asked to be executed at Xuanwu Gate.

Everything, as if the dust settled with the lifting of the knife in this hand.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report." The Grand Duke leaned over and said.

The emperor was painting leisurely on the desk, and when he heard this, he hummed lightly, the rivers and mountains of ink and wash emerged on the paper little by little, but there were two people standing on the top of the mountain peak, virtual and real, as if they were sharing the mountains and rivers beautiful view.

The emperor dipped a smear of cinnabar, and was about to paint tomorrow.

"Your Majesty, I have just been notified that Mr. Zhang committed suicide by taking poison in prison." The Grand Duke closed his eyes unbearably.

The fingertips paused, trembling slightly, and a smear of red fell from the tip of the pen, which happened to fall on one of the two people, instantly staining the rice paper red.

In the silence, the Grand Duke couldn't help but look up at the bright yellow, but the emperor smiled with his lips raised, his eyes sparkling, "According to his temperament, I should have thought of it..."

The emperor laughed enough, lowered his head and said softly, "Look for a place with good geomantic omen, and give it a decent burial."

"Yes." The Grand Duke only felt that there was something on the emperor's body that was disappearing, little by little, but in a blink of an eye, it seemed to be his illusion.

Tan Haozhi came back to the court after taking two days off. As His Majesty's favored minister, he almost followed his lead in the court. Once he came back, he would go along with him in various ways, and some people would secretly ask in frustration whether he could fill the vacancy in front of him.

After a few days, the transfer of officials came to an end. Tan Haozhi looked at the list of transfers and sighed.

He originally wanted to transfer County Magistrate Song to Beijing, but he wrote a letter to inquire and was rejected. He said that the flood in Jiangning should be cured first. Although it was expected, he felt it was a pity.

The situation in the court has changed, some people are happy and some are worried. What is surprising is that General Yufeng resigned from the position of general and cultivated in the mansion.

A few days later, the emperor wrote an imperial decree, bestowing the title of first-class marquis on General Yufeng, the mansion of Zhen Guohou, and the fiefdom of Taiping County.

The court once again exploded. This General Yufeng has his own fiefdom and army at a young age, and he is treated as a prince. It cannot be envied. Some people are secretly ridiculing that General Yufeng is expected to become the second regent king.

What everyone doesn't know is that General Yufeng's greatest wish is to be able to climb into Mrs. Qin's bed again. When he came back from Biezhuang, Tan Haozhi treated him as cold as ice. It's just miserable.

The servants in Qin's residence secretly sympathized with the princess, and secretly scolded Mrs. Qin for being unfeeling.

The former princess was so enviable. Now that the fief is gone and her leg is broken, she still can't be loved by her husband. She looks like a resentful woman in a deep boudoir. It's so pitiful...

So when Mr. Tan returns to the mansion or goes to the government affairs hall, there will always be someone who will say a good word or two for the princess, or someone will bring ginger soup to eat and say that the wife made it herself. Remind you every day, Mr. Qin, you still have a wife. Indulging in business, let the lady stay alone in the vacant room.

The winter snow melts, and the spring breeze comes to revive everything. After a few days of drizzle, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom.

Sad news came from the Palace of Compassion and Ning that the Queen Mother had passed away.

Zhao Heng attended her funeral intentionally. Although the old temptress was hateful, she was just a poor woman. When she was leaving, there was no one to talk to her at the bedside. she went.

Tan Haozhi didn't know how strong the bond between the royal family was, but it was rare for him to have dinner with him when he returned home.

Zhao Heng hurriedly sold out, and Tan Haozhi softened his attitude towards him along this step.

So many things happened at the beginning of the fourth year of Qing'an, and the people talked about it after dinner and felt that this year was destined to be extraordinary.

This is not the eve of the Grain Rain, and the Minister ordered Liu Ziqian to report his old age and return home. Although the ministers in the court know who is most likely to take over the position, but that person is still young, is it possible that this title will fall to him? .

Some people are resentful, it's fine that Zhao Heng just won the first-rank title the day before yesterday, but now this Tan Haozhi is young, but as the head of the prime minister, can he give them a little way to survive when they are about to grow old? Mingtang, return home!

On March 26th in the fourth year of Qing'an, Tan Haozhi moved to the right to be a minister, and the official worshiped the second grade.

It was night, and the drizzle moistened the green bamboo outside the window, and a thunder and lightning illuminated the house, and Mrs. Qin, who was proud of the spring breeze, was being bullied on the bed.

The daughter-in-law is thin-skinned, and when it's time to be strong, she should be strong. Zhao Heng thought it was reasonable to push the person under him, stroking the humanity who was biting his shoulder and holding back the groan, "The upper mouth and the lower part His mouth is so good at biting."

Hearing his nasty words, Tan Haozhi stared at him with tears in his eyes, but he let go and turned his head away. Zhao Heng's lower body kept twitching. He called out, and the voice was charming, which made Tan Haozhi's eyes widen in astonishment.

Zhao Heng chased after the poking point without letting go, Tan Haozhi's body trembled, and he couldn't help panting. He raised his hand and bit his wrist, not wanting to hear his embarrassing moan.

Seeing this, Zhao Heng stopped his movements, pulled out his hand and saw the bite marks on it, and sighed. Qin Haozhi's teary eyes were blurred and he couldn't see him clearly. When he blinked and shook his tears, he saw Zhao Heng kissing the bite mark on his wrist , the lower body continued to push`, very hard, Tan Haozhi couldn't help shouting, "Don't... there... don't there..."

"Sir, don't bite yourself in the future, I want to hear you scream."

Tan Haozhi couldn't stop trembling, he was made a little comfortable by Zhao Hengding, this strange feeling frightened him, he didn't want to hear himself making such a sound.

But Zhao Heng held back his bad energy, grabbed him with both hands and pressed him on the bed and started to fuck him, watching him bite his lip to hold back his moans and fucked harder, bowed his head Kissed him, "If you hurt yourself again, I won't let you go tonight. I'll take you unconscious and take you to the deep mountains, and won't let you come back."

"You, you... When will you be able to restrain yourself...Your stubborn temper..." Tan Haozhi cried.

Zhao Heng chuckled, leaned down and hugged him tightly, "Next life."

On the second day, Tan Haozhi couldn't get out of bed again, so he had to take sick leave and not go to court.

Tan Haozhi looked at Zhao Heng with a happy face and was very angry, and secretly made up his mind not to let him get close to him in the future.

Xie Xunhuan came to see Lord Qin under the emperor's imperial order. After knowing that he was overindulgent, he looked at the boss with righteous indignation. He hated these guys who didn't know how to control himself the most. If it wasn't for what the boss said, he wouldn't be in such a miserable situation. ah.

Xie Xunhuan sniffed and said again that he couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to go back to Yaowang Valley.

So the princess's leg was healed, and Xie Yuyi's wonderful hand rejuvenated, and the people in the Qin residence were amazed, but...

Why does the princess look taller and stronger than Lord Qin?Doctor Xie said it was a side effect of the medicine, ah, the princess is so pitiful...but it's good for a woman to manage the house, not to mention the princess is so beautiful, as long as Mr. Tan doesn't dislike her, the servants of Qin's mansion will do a great job of matching again.

After Li Yichong knew that Xie Xunhuan was going to leave, he wailed again and again, and when he saw him off, he held the person's arm and refused to let him go, "You are going to go, who will I see when I get sick in the future."

Before Li Yichong could say much, he was pulled away by Wang Qizhao.

Xie Xunhuan didn't even look at Wang Qizhao, waved goodbye to them and got into the carriage.

"Hey, why don't you leave the car?" Li Yichong cried and waved goodbye and found that Wang Qizhao was still standing there, "Why don't you go with him?"

After asking about the carriage, he ran away without waiting.

"..." Li Yichong looked at him silently for a while, thinking about the possibility of the ice face being discarded.

Wang Qizhao said to them expressionlessly, "I'm leaving too, everyone take care."

After speaking, he rode his horse and left in the dust.

Li Yichong looked at it inexplicably, and Liu An beside him smiled gloatingly, "These two seem to be making a fuss."

"Then what about you and the military division?" Li Yichong asked.

"..." Liu An smiled dryly while sweating, and the military master behind him smiled even more prettily.

Then Li Yichong was run away by Liu An. He sighed and walked, and suddenly felt someone following him. Looking back, the tall man looked like the boss, but he didn't have to think about it.

He dared to run quickly, he has been hiding from Jiang Xingtian these days, thank heaven and earth this person doesn't have to pretend to be the boss, he doesn't have to be forced to see this kid, I heard that he took over the Jinghongmen, he should be very busy , how have time to follow him, terrible.

The people behind still chased him up and cornered him, Jiang Xingtian said seriously, "If you can't be a lover, can't you even be a friend?"

Li Yichong struggled, "Ah, it seems that the boss is the Master Tan who used this trick to deceive."

"..." Jiang Xingtian's face changed, and he said fiercely, "I swear, you will definitely like me more than General Zhao in the future."

Li Yichong laughed loudly, "Impossible, the boss will always be my favorite person, but I like women."

Jiang Xingtian snorted, and kissed him forcefully, "I will be your favorite in the future."

Li Yichong was frightened and stayed where he was, and ran away after seeing someone kissing him, wanting to cry but no tears, what's the matter, he didn't want to get involved with men, and wondered if he could apply with His Majesty to go back to guard the border someday.

As soon as the beginning of summer arrives, the weather becomes hot and dry. There are a lot of heavy rains and the sky clears up quickly.

On a sunny day, Zhao Heng took Tan Haozhi out of the house and went to the Zhuangzi.

The summer wind blows slightly, dissipating the heat.

Looking around, there are summer chrysanthemums blooming everywhere in the field, floating in the wind, sending bursts of floral fragrance.

Zhao Heng stood among the flowers and smiled lightly, "Is it pretty?"

Qin Haozhi nodded.

People are more delicate than flowers, the moment Zhao Heng laughed, the flower fields all over the ground were eclipsed, he was wearing women's clothes at the moment, male and female were indistinguishable, he looked like a proud princess.

"I planted these with my own hands. I said I would plant flowers all over your yard."

Zhao Heng smiled triumphantly, pulled Tan Haozhi to sit among the flowers, turned his head to look at him and said, "Do you like it?"

The warm wind was blowing slightly, smelling the fragrance of summer flowers, Tan Haozhi looked at him and said softly, "I like it."

He bowed his head and folded a flower, turned around and pinned it on Zhao Heng's hair, looked at it and couldn't help laughing, "It doesn't seem very pretty."

Zhao Heng was a little dazed. He touched the flowers on the bun, and laughed after a sudden realization, "Whether it looks good or not, you have to bear it."

After finishing speaking, he threw the person down in the flower field and kissed him lightly.

The sun was shining warmly, and people couldn't help feeling warm when they were exposed to the sun.

As long as there is a heart, it will last forever.

What is there to be afraid of for a lifetime.

(Finish)

The author has something to say:

The text of π_π is over, can you allow me to express my feelings? (Hahahahahaha, although I said it in Changpei, I also want to talk about it in Jinjiang, simply copy and modify it, what I want to say is almost the same)

Although it may be too bad to write naive and too ideal, this is also the first relatively long article I have written, which is very special to me.

Counting the days since I started writing this article in late May, when I was coding another article, this idea suddenly popped up, um...Of course, when I think about it now, I feel...the character design I wanted to write at the beginning Probably collapsed, for example, the little mouse shouldn’t be so innocent, the character I set for him is a hypocrite who wants to climb to the top, and treats the kind of hypocrite with serious indifference, (Chen Shimei’s character design?) He likes the beautiful princess, plus Abandoning the wretched wife when the power is high, and when the power and the beauty are double, I found out that the princess is a man, and then I was bullied on the bed every day, which is considered retribution. That’s right, I just wanted to write a short story at first. ...

After I wrote a few chapters to plump up the character image in my mind, I felt...he shouldn't be like this, this is not what he should do, maybe I can't bear to ruin him-_-||, but I feel the innocence of studying hard Teenagers are more suitable for him, and just like this, what am I talking about, maybe I can't bear to abuse, just thinking of their world is pure and beautiful.

But my ability is limited, I don’t know much vocabulary, and lack of language, so I can’t show what I want to write more perfectly. People, at least don't hate them... I don't want anyone to think that the writing is so bad, what a mess ╭(╯ε╰)╮... I still want someone to like them, like the stories I weave little by little, Maybe it's because I'm vain, and I want to ask for a compliment from others, even if it's a simple two words that look good, I'm very satisfied, really.

The writing of this article can be regarded as quite stumbling. I had my teeth pulled out because of dental problems. I feel like I have no teeth at a young age. I really want to cry. My classmate said that I will enter the old age in advance, anyway, decades later I also use dentures, wishing I could beat him to death... My mentality was a bit explosive at the time, and I didn't have much confidence in myself, and then I was in my senior year, and I became very busy and had nothing to do. Do you want to spend time writing?Besides, is there anyone willing to read what is written?Besides, when I post in Jinjiang, I feel that not many people see it, too many articles, it’s like sinking into the ocean, my writing is not very good, I want to abandon the pit and not fill it in, but I saw some little angels’ messages and comments , I still want to say stick to it, there are still people who are willing to read it before, and even if I don’t write it, I still can’t help but make up the story in my head. I like the feeling of relaxation after writing, otherwise it would be really uncomfortable if my mind is blocked.

I would like to thank the little angel Madara who insisted on leaving me comments and comments at the time when I was most helpless. Thank you for your comments. You gave me the confidence and courage to write down (Changpei also has a little angel) ), you don’t even know that I am waiting for your comment 23333333 every time I finish writing, and I feel at ease when I see it, no one will think that the writing is ugly, and it can be said that it is very hypocritical to leave me.

Some may not like comments after reading it, but I still want to thank you. Your comments or clicks have given me confidence. The little angels who have left comments and comments to me in the past few months, thank you very much.

Writing essays is really a lonely thing. I hope I can meet more friends in the future, and I can also write essays that are so good that I am excited.

Ah, and I will fix the main text and post the txt link. If there is a little angel who is willing to download it, I will let me know at that time, and it may be posted on Weibo.

Finally, I would like to ask, if little angels like this article, can we see you in the next story?

(Why is the water in Jinjiang so clear... My family's success is a matter of course and I want to shoot a few shots, even if a short section has to be deleted or deleted for fear of being harmonized, the ending is to post everything. I hope it's complete... If it's locked, it's fine up)