I actually knocked King Yan and my CP!

The cups are swaying, and the clear wine brings a mellow aftertaste.

He Yuxuan leaned on the railing and looked at the scenery. He felt very comfortable.

In Beijing, He Yuxuan went out to drink, picking the platform is his consistent choice.

And as always, the private room on the top floor was reserved by He Yuxuan.

Brother Ying stood behind him, seemingly unable to hear the commotion outside the door.

Ma Han stood outside the door with his hands behind his back, looking at the drunk in front of him calmly and naturally, like a silent statue.

"Let me in."

The drunk man shook his body and yelled, holding the uncut sword at his waist, and gesticulating, "Who do you think I am? My father is Zhao Wang Changshi, hiccup, you now, hiccup, give me Give up the private room, let it out!"

The drunk was barely handsome, and the baggy clothes on his body were like randomly daubed colors, which didn't match his appearance at all, and made the face of the son of the chief secretary of the palace dark. , coupled with that drunk and flushed appearance, he looks more like a debt collector.

The shopkeeper followed behind, nervously persuading: "Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, you are drunk, can I send you some hangover soup?" Blocking the shopkeeper's approaching gesture made the young shopkeeper feel miserable.

This dispute is no more than a minor contradiction.

Mr. Liu made a bet that he could win the private room on the platform, but when he came excitedly, he found that it had already been booked.After the good voice of the shopkeeper persuaded the person to leave, he thought everything would be safe and sound, but he didn't expect that within half an hour, the son of the palace chief history was drunk and came to the door with a sword in his hand coming.

This may be a drunkard messing around, which has a great impact on picking the platform.

The young shopkeeper didn't need to turn his head, he could feel the eyes of a group of onlookers and the noisy whispering behind him.This platform has always been relatively quiet and elegant. It has been open for several years, but there has never been such an interesting and lively event.

Ma Han repeated patiently, but his eyes were cold, "Get out of here."

Ma Han is always smiling.

No matter when he is funny or bored, he always has a big and easy smile in his eyes, as if everything is happy.

There has never been such a completely cold face.

The expressionless Ma Han held the hilt of the sword, which almost gave people a sense of tension.

"What are you? What is he?" Mr. Liu stretched out his fingers and pointed, then pointed at the closed door behind Brother Ma Hanying, "A dog dares to show off in front of me... "

It's too late to say it!

Before he finished speaking, Ma Han's eyes became more and more indifferent, and he stepped in front of the drunk with a single step, and slapped him dozens of times with his backhand.

Ma Han's movements were too fast, and by the time Mr. Liu's servant realized that he wanted to save someone, he had already retreated a step, grinning and saying, "A dog can't spit out ivory."

The thicker the smile, the colder the eyes.

"Uuuuuu-"

The drunk man covered his face and neighed, hot red swelling spread from the back of his palm, "Bah bah..."

He wanted to speak, but there seemed to be something bulging in his mouth. Mr. Liu suddenly bent over and vomited a few times, several bloody teeth fell out, and his mouth seemed to be broken, and he spit out a few more mouthfuls bloody.

Two burly servants stepped up, one rushed to support Mr. Liu, and the other one rushed to Ma Han to punch him, Ma Han lightly and skillfully put his foot on the servant's knee, The sharp pain at that moment was enough to make him fall to the ground.

"No no no no no no!!"

The drunkard patted the arm of the servant who was supporting him vigorously, as if asking him to go forward too.

The young man tightened his skin, and his face became firm for a moment, as if he had made up his mind to pretend that he didn't understand Mr. Liu's words, so he stayed firmly by the drunk man's side, and kept yelling, "Young master, young master, you Are you okay?" As he spoke, he hurriedly checked the injury of Mr. Chang Shi.

Ma Han returned to his original position, and looked around at the crowd watching the excitement. There were still a few people standing at the corner of the stairs watching, and they disappeared in an instant when they met Ma Han's cold eyes.

The sound of doors and windows closing could be heard vaguely.

It seems that in the private rooms on the lower floors, there are not a few people who want to watch the excitement.

Ma Han's appearance is plain and polite, as if he just moved his body a little while ago.

Drunkards are irrational, but the only remaining boy still has a brain. After seeing Ma Han's indifferent appearance, his back was covered with cold sweat for some reason, as if he was being watched by some ferocious beast, and he couldn't help it. He took two steps back, and even the drunk who was supported by him had to be dragged back two steps.

"Young master, let's, let's go back first, madam is thinking about it..." The young man stretched out his hand and kicked the companion who hadn't patted on the ground, and insisted on half hugging and half pulling Mr. Liu downstairs.

While the drunk was struggling, the sword fell down the stairs and disappeared on the ground floor two or three times.

The young shopkeeper's forehead was sweating profusely, "I'm really sorry..." He not only covered the expenses in the private room today, but also ordered people to bring a lot of precious wine and dishes, and even wanted to come in to apologize, but this was rejected by Ma Han. I declined it.

These grown-ups won't see it.

"My lord, this subordinate is impulsive."

After the outside became quiet, Ma Han opened the door and entered, and knelt down for He Yuxuan while pressing the hilt of his sword.

As soon as He Yuxuan turned his head, he saw Ma Han kneeling upright in front of him. After a while, he said slowly, "Are there any bugs on the ground? Are you staring so happily?"

Ma Han, who lowered his head, couldn't help laughing, and then he was supported by Brother Ying, "Don't you know that adults don't like this thing the most? If you come again a few times, you might be kicked out."

Ma Han straightened his face, "My lord, that was just now..."

"Young Master of the Palace Chief Shi, I heard." He Yuxuan raised his hand and patted open the new wine seal, and poured the wine for himself, "Let him go, this matter is none of your business."

The position of the chief history of the palace is not important, but it is important, it is not easy to include, after all, he is also the chief of the palace, in charge of the affairs of the palace, and also responsible for many contacts with the court... basically He is second only to His Highness the King of Han.

If this status is valued by others, it is really honorable, but if it is not valued...it is just a fate.

Zhu Yuanzhang once ordered someone to compile a book called "Yuzhi Jifeilu", which recorded all kinds of crimes of his descendants.

Even Long Live's younger brother, King Zhou, was charged with various crimes, such as shooting the captain of the Yiwei Division in the mansion to death, marrying civilian wives forcibly, ignoring the law and embezzling prisoners... and it would be even worse for those princes who committed all kinds of atrocities. Looting monks property, shooting officials and many other evil deeds.

The life of an official is not much more valuable than that of a civilian.

It's just that it was accidental or intentional. If it was intentional, did King Zhao know or didn't know?

If you knew it, the meaning would be completely different.

After He Yuxuan drank the wine in his glass quietly, did he have to add the name that was crossed out?

……

Wangfu.

Zhao Wang was panting, and his frown could still be seen in his frailty.

The attendants who came in and out of the room were very careful, for fear that any big movement would anger Zhu Gaosui.

Ever since Zhu Gaosui woke up, he has been in a bad temper.

Only two or three were released from His Royal Highness King Zhao's side, and the first one was his personal attendant Wang Liang.Except for these few, the rest were still detained by Hou Xian for review.

Only this made Zhu Gaosui particularly uncomfortable.

Emperor Tiangao is used to living a long life, now that the emperor speaks, almost half of the people around King Zhao are gone, and although Hou Xian sent a lot of manpower, they are not the ones who are used to it, Zhao No matter how good-tempered Wang is, he is still a prince after all. Once he loses his temper, his irritable appearance makes people afraid to approach him.

It's just that Zhu Gaosui didn't dare to go to court dignitaries.

It didn't matter to Hou Xian, the important thing was that he had his father's order behind him, which made Zhu Gaosui dare not act rashly.

"My lord."

Wang Liang entered the room in a hurry, and saw the overturned medicine bowl on the ground. His eyes seemed to be invisible, and he walked over to Zhu Gaosui, "Changshi just came over."

His Royal Highness Zhao waved his hands impatiently, "What is he doing looking for me at this time, let him go back if he has nothing to do."

Wang Liang nodded, and retreated silently.

Zhu Gaosui doesn't like people talking too much in his ears, and he doesn't like people admonishing him. To some extent, he is more willful than his second brother.One of the reasons why Wang Liang is highly valued is that his mouth is tight enough.

Wang Liang walked quietly, and the clothes on his body allowed him to return to the flower hall smoothly.

Shi Zheng, the head of the palace, held the teacup tremblingly. This cup of tea was served by Wang Liang's servant before he left, and after he walked back and forth, he didn't dare to take two sips of this cup of tea.

"Eunuch Wang." Liu Changshi hurriedly put the teacup back on the table, leaned forward and said, "No one came in before or after you left."

Wang Liang nodded half-heartedly, he had specifically instructed this before leaving.

"My lord told you to go back first. It's not something important, so don't come here for now. My lord's body still needs a lot of recuperation, so I ask Liu Changshi not to be anxious."

Wang Liang's words were unhurried, and sounded a little soothing. When he helped Chang Shi up, he seemed to inadvertently stuff a ball of paper into Liu Changshi's hand.

Liu Changshi kept bowing, with an extremely humble look, "Yes, the prince is right. I originally wanted to visit the prince, but I didn't expect this level. It is really a muddleheaded minister. I will go back now." , and ask the prince to say a few nice words in front of the prince..." After he finished speaking, he quietly stuffed Wang Liang with a thin purse.

Wang Liang took it with a calm expression, stuffed it into his cuff, and said a few words of comfort to Liu Changshi, and then left.

Liu Changshi straightened his sleeves, and after Wang Liang left, he went out with his head held high.

But after leaving Prince Yan's Mansion, Liu Changshi's destination was obviously not Prince Zhao's Mansion.