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Yu Wenche's face slowly turned cold, "Not good."

Chen Wangzhi was puzzled, "Don't you want me to fight for you? Then I can do other things, such as..." He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't think of a position he could be competent for.The ink was completely dry, and even though I tried my best, the previous character and the next character still couldn't be aligned anyway.He folded the grid, but his fingers couldn't be controlled, and the strokes flew off. "That's right, what can I do for a person who can't write well? You keep me by your side because you are worried that if I go out, I will starve to death."

Yu Wenche said, "Chinese New Year is coming soon, don't talk about life and death." During the twelfth lunar month and the Spring Festival, Qi people are the most taboo. He has been in Qi for many years and knows the customs very well.Besides, Chen Wangzhi hadn't recovered from his illness for a long time, even if he mentioned the word "death" on weekdays, it could make his heart beat three minutes faster.

Chen Wangzhi crumpled a few pages of paper and stood with his arms folded, "Your Majesty, are you angry?"

Yu Wenche picked up the ball of paper and said in a muffled voice, "I don't need you to repay me. I have said many times that you are not my servant."

"But I can't live in the palace forever..."

"Taicheng is so big, what can you do if you live here?"

"This is your home," Chen Wangzhi twirled a page of paper with two fingers, folded it in half, and then folded it again. "Speaking of clothes, I suddenly remembered that this is the palace, and you are the emperor. You will have many, many concubines in the future. I live here and it's always shameful."

Yu Wenche raised his head suddenly, and asked vigilantly, "Is it some gossip?"

Shen Changping was very embarrassed to keep Chen Wangzhi in the palace.Since Yu Wenche came to the throne, let alone accepting the harem, he has not even had a decent queen.No matter the courtiers from Xiliang, or the old people of the former Qi Dynasty, they all made admonitions several times, hoping that the young founding king would get married early so as to bring peace to the world, but Yu Wenche rejected them all.Yu Wenche believes that whether he gets married or not has no direct relationship with the peace of the world.Furthermore, Tuhun frequently invaded the south and the border was uneasy, so he didn't have the heart to set up a queen and accept a concubine.Not only that, he also released all the court ladies from the former Qi Dynasty to marry by themselves.Now that the soil is gone, Yu Wenche still has no intention of being elected.Shen Changping was in a dilemma, so he said bravely, "Your Majesty, it is inconvenient for His Highness to go to the palace."

"Why is it inconvenient?" Yu Wenche wanted to take Chen Wangzhi back wholeheartedly, "There are plenty of places in the palace, and there are also some old palace people who refuse to leave the palace. They have served for decades, and their hands and feet are flexible. It is most appropriate to take care of Yue Nu .”

Shen Changping was tongue-tied, not sure whether his monarch was really confused or pretending to be confused, "But, but he is a man...although..."

"What are the 'although' and 'but'!" Yu Wenche understood, but still insisted on his own opinion, "I said yes, so naturally it will be fine."

"After that—"

"I'll talk about the future. Let's take care of him first."

Although he was full of high-sounding words, Yu Wenche knew in his heart that he had his own selfish intentions in taking Chen Wangzhi into the palace to recuperate.

When you are fourteen or fifteen years old, in March, spring is sprouting.In the small courtyard where the proton lived in Jiankang, a huge pear tree was in full bloom, and the warm wind blew, and the falling flowers were like snow.Yu Wenche had a dream in the lingering fragrance of pear blossoms. In the dream, Chen Wangzhi ignored Gao Ping and only smiled at him.Yu Wenche boldly stepped forward and took his hand. Chen Wangzhi showed no anger, but his smile became more blurred, and he called him softly, "Archer."

"You're so pretty." Yu Wenche was so excited, he stammered, "I, I—"

"Do you like me?" Chen Wangzhi's eyes were full of spring, his lips were red, and he pressed against Yu Wenche's chest, "I know, Archer, you like me very much."

Yu Wenche was overjoyed, "That's right, I don't like you, does Yue Nu like me?"

Chen Wangzhi suddenly only wore his middle coat, lowered his eyes, and untied his belt, "I like it."

After Yu Wenche woke up, he was in a trance for a long time, only to realize that it was just a dream, and soon he found the annoying stickiness between his obscene clothes and his legs.He was ashamed and ashamed that he did that kind of thing to Chen Wangzhi in his dream. Actually, Yu Wenche didn't know about human affairs at that time, and the dream was just two people hugging and kissing naked.On the second day when I went to Taixue, seeing Chen Wangzhi's straight back, I wished I could slap myself several times.However, tossing and turning at night, he couldn't help recalling that dream. In the dream, Chen Wangzhi was gentle and unrestrained, with warm lips and a strong and flexible body.After thinking about it, the annoying guy between his legs hardened, Yu Wenche angrily insulted himself, and secretly cursed, "Yu Wenche, Yu Wenche, who is Chen Wangzhi, you have such dirty thoughts about him?" !” Trying not to think about that person, but I can't hold back my thoughts.For a long time, he was ashamed to face Chen Wangzhi, for fear that those clear eyes would see his sin. "Gao Ping is right," Yu Wenche sat under the pear tree discouragedly, the pear blossoms had already fallen, and small pears were formed, which were both sour and astringent. "I'm a bad guy...how can I blaspheme him like this?" He picked up the pear that was pecked off by a bird, threw it vigorously, and muttered, "but I, I like him...if he smiles at me, I'm afraid Are you willing to die?"

"No gossip." Chen Wangzhi touched the belt around his waist, "Everyone treats me very well, they don't think I'm clumsy, and they all smile at me."

Cheng Qing came in holding a tray, smiling all over his face, "Your Majesty, I found it."

Not only Chen Xuan, but also all the emperors of the former Qi Dynasty love luxury.Chen Liang, Chen Xuan's grandfather, once obtained a piece of beautiful jade, and he was sculpted by a skilled craftsman. It took several years to carve a jade cup, the whole body is like a lotus flower, Xiaolu is slightly sad, shy, and the wall is extremely thin, which is transparent to the light. "Yue Nu can drink tea from this cup." Yu Wenche waved his hand, "Don't think about it, even if you recover from illness, you can stay in the palace for as long as you want."

Cheng Qing presented the jade cup, although Chen Wangzhi lost his memory, he could see that the jade cup was extremely precious, "I can't take this."

"What's wrong with this cup?" Yu Wenche said dryly with a sulky stomach, "I didn't carve any dragon."

"Your Majesty, keep this jade cup for your own use." Seeing his displeasure, Chen Wangzhi immediately sweated a little from his forehead.Yu Wenche went to the East Chamber and said that "some things" happened, and he was still busy with state affairs after leaving the court. Chen Wangzhi felt very sad that he couldn't help.In addition, I asked for a T-shirt on a whim at noon, and the more I thought about it, the more ashamed I became.Every day when he opened his eyes, his mind was empty and he couldn't think of anything.Writing, handwriting is not good, reading, sleepy after reading a few pages, hands are weak, and obviously do not have the ability to wield a knife or a gun.I have nothing to do all day long, Yu Wenche is so tired, and I still have to invite Mr. Zhang to see a doctor for him, and I also want to encourage him to improve his handwriting, don't worry about books, just read slowly, and I also have to sleep with him and eat together, and chat to relieve boredom, He also generously gave him the clothes. "I don't have any skills." Chen Wangzhi knelt down slowly with trembling lips, "I don't think... I am not worthy of such a beautiful cup."