Are you hungry for the throne?

An Yuan turned around and left the yard.When the person who cares wakes up, it's time for him to do more important things.

In the house, Yuan Qi sat on the bed and did not lie down.After An Yuan left, San Bao had consciously entered the house.At this time, Sanbao was talking about what happened after the rebellion.Including Liu Qing and others being hanged on the city wall, Wang An seeking medical treatment, etc.

Just now when he entered the door, Sanbao noticed the low air pressure in the room, so he was cautious when speaking.He secretly guessed in his heart that His Majesty was in a bad mood. This should have something to do with King An's departure.As he talked about King An, seeing His Majesty's expression seemed to be much better, Sanbao's heart moved.

Then Sanbao picked up the things related to King An and talked about how King An tested the medicine, how he fed the medicine, how he took care of him every step of the way, and so on.

Hou Sanbao was stunned, and His Majesty laughed.

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Han Shan didn't know what happened in the city, and he was sent back to the city after a night of fear.Quietly opened the curtain of the car, I thought it would be bloody outside, but it was calm.He couldn't believe his eyes, but after looking carefully... it seemed to be the same as yesterday.

It's even... a little more harmonious than what I saw yesterday.This made Han Shan very puzzled. Did he report the letter in time to avoid the rebellion?

Han Shan was sent back to his original residence in the villa, but he couldn't find any news.I want to see Zhang Feng, but I don't know where he is.Asking the guards guarding him could not find anything, and he was not allowed to leave the room.

Until... Zhang Feng appeared in front of him again, bringing an old man with him.

At this time, Han Shan was on the low kang, his legs hurt because the weather was too cold, and the low kang would make his legs feel more comfortable.The person who served him did not know where he went, but now it is very inconvenient for him to move around alone in the house.

Zhang Feng pushed the door in beyond his expectation, and Han Shan didn't know what to say for a moment.

He watched Zhang Feng approach, and respectfully asked the old doctor to come forward to show him his legs.At this moment, Han Shan was flattered.He thought that Zhang Fengfeng's stealth had ended him, but...do you want to heal his leg?

The old doctor was fiddling with Han Shan's legs. Han Shan looked at Zhang Feng and was hesitant to speak, but he couldn't say anything because there were outsiders.Zhang Feng knew, but he talked to the old doctor and ignored Han Shan.In this way, a strange circle was formed, and the atmosphere was strange.

The old doctor touched His Majesty, wondering if the atmosphere is so open now, why are there couples everywhere.

Clearly the little old man had misunderstood something, and it was a beautiful misunderstanding.

Han Shan wanted to ask about what happened after yesterday, but he could only ask after the old doctor left.Hearing that Zhang Feng was concerned about his injury, he was a little moved.But when he thought that this body belonged to Zhang Feng, his little joy dissipated again.

Han Shan looked at Zhang Feng. The situation was urgent that day, and he was too shocked to see Zhang Feng, so he didn't have time to take a good look at his body.Zhang Feng took good care of his body. Although his skin was dark, it was also firm.This made him look energetic, like... a sharp knife.

He knew that his previous self did not have this kind of momentum.Han Shan couldn't help touching his face, he didn't want to admit that his temperament was bad.

No matter how thick-skinned Zhang Feng was, he couldn't help staring at him alone. After holding back for a while, he couldn't help but turned his head and glared at Han Shan.

So Han Shan grinned back with a smile.

Looking at his face with a smirk, Zhang Feng's hands were itchy.One of the subordinates exerted force, and the sound of someone killing a pig came from the house, startling the branches and birds.

When Zhang Feng sent the old doctor away, Han Shan's eyes were still full of tears.Is this person so cruel to his own body?

Zhang Feng closed the door and turned around, and got on the low kang again.Looking at his face making an expression that never appeared before, Zhang Feng felt the blood vessels in his forehead pulsating.

Han Shan saw that Zhang Feng's expression was not good, so he pretended to be dead on the paralyzed kang.Zhang Feng must know what he did, right?He didn't expect to help the Zhang family cheat in the exam, and the Zhang family would be finished.His leg was broken by the Zhang family... um... Well, it's Zhang Feng's leg, but it's him who hurts.

"That... Is King An okay? Is Your Majesty okay?" Han Shan asked tentatively.This is also the question he is most concerned about at the moment, and it is up to Zhang Feng to answer whether he will perform meritorious service or not.

In fact, Han Shan felt sour in his heart, they came to this dynasty together.He is still a useless little official, and Zhang Feng seems to have become Wang An's confidant.

"This is not what you should care about." Zhang Feng opened his mouth, but King An asked him to keep his mouth shut. Naturally, he would not disclose any information.

Er...Han Shan was a little embarrassed.Anyway, he is also a messenger, so why can't he care about it.If the rebellion really happened, he would be considered a great hero, right?It's not easy to go out to the outer city, it's icy and snowy, and I was almost shot into a hedgehog.Han Shan licked his lips, and couldn't help asking:

"Did the rebellion really happen? - Well, I won't ask, don't look at me like that." Han Shan raised his hand, and the weird feeling of being stared at by him made him feel hairy.

So, the house was quiet again.Han Shan's eyeballs rolled around, and he slowly figured it out.He can enter the city, and Zhang Feng still came to look for him, so it should be all right.No, it's impossible to be all right, otherwise the yard wouldn't be given up.

After returning to the courtyard, he stared at the window for a long time, but he couldn't see anyone except the patrolling guards.Han Shan suspects that this is the calm before the storm.

Han Shan didn't know that the main characters in this rebellion had already belched, so he changed the subject when he saw that he couldn't find anything here.

"How are you doing?"

After he penetrated into Zhang Feng's body, Han Shan suspected that Zhang Feng had also penetrated into his body.Fortunately, he just landed in the territory of the Zhang family, and Zhang Feng's body helped him overcome many difficulties in the early stage.He also inquired about Zhang Feng's news, but found nothing.

Of course, Han Shan never thought of Zhang Feng's death, because Zhang Feng was smarter and more capable than him.But he didn't expect that Zhang Fengfeng would seek refuge with King An, which was very inconsistent with Zhang Feng's character.

Han Shan asked, Zhang Feng sat on the edge of the Kang and remained silent.Seeing this, Han Shan scratched his head a little. He really wanted to know the answers to many questions.After holding back, he decided to ask the one who tickles his heart the most.

"Can I...can you touch my body?"... He received Zhang Feng's death stare.

"Haha... I just want to see how my body is doing, whether I have lost weight. Haha...don't look at me like that, it makes me feel creepy." I laughed for a while and saw that Zhang Feng ignored me Him, Han Shan touched his nose resentfully.He felt that Zhang Feng was much more difficult to serve than the beautiful emperor!

Just when Han Shan was scratching his head and scratching his head looking for a topic, he heard Zhang Feng ask him:

"You also took refuge in King An?"

Han Shan: "????" He wasn't, he didn't, don't talk nonsense.

Lord Yan, who was still laughing one second and poking someone's finger at the next, can't be trusted.Han Shan originally wanted to organize his language, saying that he was relying on the beauty emperor.By the way, let's see if there is a chance to win Zhang Feng over.After all, King An is the villain.Following the villain would not end well, he didn't feel sorry for Zhang Feng, but his own body.

But Zhang Feng didn't give him a chance to organize his words, Zhang Feng continued to ask:

"Why were you the one who delivered the letter yesterday?"

Hearing Zhang Feng ask why he was the one who sent the letter, Han Shan himself was puzzled.If he thought that Wang An was acting on a whim when he pouted his fingers, then the difficulties these days were enough to make him understand that Wang An didn't like him.

The moment Wang An stepped on his leg, he also thought it would be a disaster.Looking back now, I still don't understand why it was him.So he obediently answered.

"I'm not taking refuge in King An, but the Emperor Beauty."

The words "beauty emperor" made the corners of Zhang Feng's eyes twitch.The word "beauty" was used on that person, which made him feel weird.A beauty with a machete?When they rushed over, there were corpses all over that person.

The prince knows about Han Shan's existence, so it's not surprising if Han Shan is the prince's person to deliver the letter.If it's His Majesty's person, it's a little tricky.But Zhang Feng didn't interrupt Han Shan's words, but listened silently.

"When you asked me that, I suddenly remembered." Han Shan clapped his hands excitedly. "There is something hidden about the Ancheng Rebellion."

Thinking of this, Han Shan stared at Zhang Feng for a moment, and asked uncertainly:

"You won't tell, will you?"

Zhang Feng ground his molars, and responded in a low voice, "Yes."

So, Han Shan recounted Sima's conspiracy that night, how he hid behind the screen and listened.Finally, he couldn't help but ask:

"Isn't King An okay? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to me." Han Shan's words were probing, and there was a resentment in it that Han Shan himself didn't realize.

Zhang Feng did not speak after hearing this, and acquiesced.Han Shan is not a fool, he understood right away.And then he became more excited and couldn't help rubbing his hands.Doesn't this mean that the great mission entrusted to him by King An has been completed?Hey!If there is no blood, will the chaos be quelled?

"Did the eunuchs hang on the city wall?" The tense nerves relaxed, and the gossip factor biu...biu...biu burst out.

Seeing Zhang Feng was silent, Han Shan clenched his fist.This historical trajectory is indeed not cheap. "Has Da Sima belched yet?"

"No." Zhang Feng replied.

Hearing this, Han Shan was a little disappointed.This big Sima can be regarded as the chief culprit, and he is still alive.Scratching his chin, thinking of the attitude of the beautiful emperor that night, Han Shan felt that this Sima would not have a good time for a long time.

Han Shan didn't know that the Sima he was talking about was already in prison.

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Zhang Feng didn't sit in the room for long, then got up and left.Before leaving, he paused, and said in a deep voice: "This place is different from before, so be careful in everything."

After speaking, the man closed the door.On the short kang, Han Shan clenched his fists.Zhang Feng can play so well, can he also?

The appearance of Wang An made those lucky people groan. They thought that Wang An was poisoned, otherwise why would they post a notice to seek medical treatment?But the truth seems... not as they imagined.

Because of this, those who took a medicine for the convenience of claiming to be a doctor also shrank back.This famous doctor didn't dare to impersonate, or his own life might be lost.

King An made time, which became a disaster for some officials in Ancheng.The mansion of the prefect of Ancheng was confiscated, leaving him impoverished.The people present at that time couldn't help sighing, but they didn't expect him to be an upright official.However, Wang An led people to dig out many objects made of pure gold behind the villa.

The golden bridge, the golden lion, and the golden statue, these objects are eight points like the stone sculptures at the banquet that night.So, what do the officials who are still alive don't understand?

For the officials who came from the capital, they would only severely scold corrupt officials.But for the local officials in Ancheng, they were shocked.

They didn't know that the villa was secretly the prefect, and they didn't know that the villa was so luxurious.In their cognition, the prefect is dedicated to the people, and Ancheng is also poor.They have never seen so much gold in their life.

Of course they don't know that behind the poor Ancheng and the honest prefect, there is a Xing Zheng who collects money and murders and does all kinds of bad things.They always thought that Ancheng was poor, so they subconsciously ignored a lot, and Xing Zheng happened to take advantage of this.

There were more and more people hanging on the city wall, and the people who had come out to watch the excitement also retreated to their homes.And those local officials who managed to save their lives were also trembling, fearing that they would hang on the city wall in the next moment.

At night, the villa on the mountainside is brightly lit.The sound of horseshoes came, and Sanbao, who was waiting at the gate of the courtyard, couldn't help stretching his neck.King An came on his horse, with a strong smell of blood on his body.

Wow——The horse raised its front hooves and stopped, and Wang An turned over and got off the horse.Sanbao stepped forward quickly, with an anxious look on his face at the right time.

"King An, His Majesty has developed a high fever again, and seems to be a little delirious."

An Yuan raised his hand and threw the whip and flew out. He pushed away the three treasures blocking him and entered the courtyard.Sanbao picked up the whip and showed a painful expression. The trick of pretending to be sick is too terrible!

He still has to follow in circles!

An Yuan pushed the door open, stopping the movement of stepping in.The candle beside the bed flickered, Yuan Qi lay on his back on the bed.He turned around directly and looked at the little servant who almost bumped into him:

"Your Majesty has a back injury and cannot lie on his back. Can't you even take care of this?"

Sambo: QAQ

Prince, you are reasonable, how can he influence His Majesty.What's more, that person is still pretending to be sick.

"Damn the slave! Die the slave!" Sanbao quickly knelt down, mainly because King An's aura was too scary.Coupled with this bloody smell, I'm afraid that Wang An will just click him if he is not happy.

An Yuan turned and entered the door, and San Bao quickly got up and followed. "Since noon, your majesty has started to have a high fever again, and it doesn't get better after taking soup and medicine. It was only half an hour ago that the fever was barely subsided."

Seeing that King An's hand was about to touch His Majesty's forehead, San Bao hurriedly said.If it is too late, it will be revealed.

Sure enough, King An gave his hands a pause after hearing his words, before sticking his majesty's forehead.Sanbao let out a breath in his heart, and almost couldn't hold it anymore.

Looking at their majesty, with their eyes closed, they really seemed to be unconscious.Who would have thought that His Majesty was still dealing with political affairs half an hour ago?

Yuan Qi didn't move after hearing the sound of the door opening, An Yuan's footsteps were light and barely audible, but San Bao's footsteps were soft and heavy, which must be reminding him.

The fingertips touching his forehead were cold, making him want to be warm.Following his will, Yuan Qi did the same.His hand took hold of the finger resting on his forehead, and he opened his eyes.

An Yuan raised his eyebrows, seeing Yuan Qi's eyes didn't look like he just woke up.Turning to look at the servant, he lowered his head and said nothing.Dog minion!If Yuan Qi didn't seem to have a fever, he would definitely pick him up and beat him up.

"Your Majesty is awake?" An Yuan wanted to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed tightly.

"Didn't sleep." Yuan Qi sat up with one hand supporting the bed, and naturally covered the cold fingers with both hands.

An Yuan's fingers were cold, he should have come on horseback.He was not supposed to ride a horse because of a wound in his back.

"But I heard that your Majesty has been delirious due to his persistent high fever." An Yuan untied the cloak with one hand and threw it on the ground, approaching Yuan Qi and said.

Sambo next to him hurriedly picked up the cloak, and ran over to hang it up.Then moved a small table and served hot tea for the two of them.At the same time, I thought, this bed is too inconvenient.If it weren't for His Majesty's physical condition that is not suitable for the overheated kang, His Majesty and King An could sit facing each other at this time, drink tea, chat and coquettish.

Sanbao bowed his head and stepped back, passing on supper for the two.King An was busy outside all day, and His Majesty was not idle in the house.These two are hard enough.

The calluses on Yuan Qi's hands rubbed against each other. The back of An Yuan's hand felt a little itchy, and he didn't take it out of Yuan Qi's hand after he twitched it twice.The veins on An Yuan's forehead twitched. Why does he always like to hold his hand?

The small yelling diverted An Yuan's attention, and he felt a little headache when looking in the direction of the sound.Why did this fat man come to the bed again?

The little tiger not only returned to the bed, but also fell asleep soundly spread out like a piece of cake.Occasionally, there will be a cry from the mouth.

Yuan Qi moved his ears but didn't turn his head to look at the little guy. Sanbao was afraid that he would be bored and hugged the little guy in a hurry.And it seemed to like to be close to him, so...he kept it.

"Oh? The ration is still there. I'm just hungry. Why don't I kill it and eat meat?" An Yuan suggested with his lips curled up.

After hearing this sentence, Yuan Qi didn't reply, he seemed to be hesitating.When he spoke, his voice was a little unnatural:

"There is too little meat, eat something else."

"puff……"

An Yuan smiled, and Yuan Qi realized that this person was teasing him.The tense atmosphere eased a lot just now, and Furry, who was spread into a cake, didn't know that he was almost put on the grill, and slept heartlessly.And there was a knock on the door.

Both of them turned their heads when they heard the sound, and Sanbao had already entered with his servant carrying the food box.Exquisite snacks were placed on the wooden table, and although there was no spirits, a seemingly good soup was prepared.After the bowls and chopsticks were set, several people stepped aside and were as quiet as chickens.

Yuan Qi wanted to get out of bed to wash, but was blocked by a hand.Facing those peach eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

"Your Majesty has not recovered yet, so it's better not to get out of bed."

With that said, An Yuan turned his head.All it takes is a look, and the servant has already stepped forward holding the copper basin.An Yuan took the wet handkerchief, and naturally took Yuan Qi's hand to wipe it.

But that person grabbed An Yuan's hand and took the wet handkerchief.Yuan Qi lowered his eyes and held the handkerchief, wiping An Yuan's fingers bit by bit.Wipe off the bloody smell on it and dispel the coldness.

An Yuan concealed the fact that he was poisoned, and dealt with the Ancheng officials but did not deploy any manpower.Yuan Qi held An Yuan's hand in his hands, looking at the twisted fingers.

Before... why didn't I find it?

Get rid of the Minister of Rites for him, and suppress the Minister of Rites for him.Looking back on the previous events, An Yuan's faction acted very arrogantly, but never embarrassed him.These people have never objected to his opinions.What they are targeting... seems to be those big "loyal" ministers.

Yuan Qi put the handkerchief back into the copper basin, and the servant stepped back with the copper basin.They didn't talk during this period, even though An Yuan kept looking at him with a half-smile.

Yuan Qi picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, paused when he retracted his hands, and put them into An Yuan's bowl.After that, he bowed his head and ate in silence.

An Yuan paused, and slowly smiled as he watched the dishes in the bowl.He also reached out to pick up a chopstick for Yuan Qi, watched the other party stay silent and then ate it.

Immediately, this person seemed to have found something interesting.He rested his chin in one hand and held chopsticks in the other.

After picking up each dish, Anyuan focused on taking care of a few dishes.Yuan Qi concealed it very well, but he can still tell what this person likes to eat through the frequency of chewing.

When the dishes he likes are put into the bowl repeatedly, Yuan Qi's hand holding the chopsticks slowly exerts force... After that, he slows down his chewing movements.

The meal ended without words, and when An Yuan turned around, he was held by the hand again.He wanted to leave, but was stopped.

An Yuan turned around and suddenly felt that his majesty was a little clingy.A little annoying, but not annoying.

Yuan Qi stretched out his other hand and pulled An Yuan back to the bed in silence.He looked up at the servants, who all retreated silently.

The room was quiet, dimly lit by candles.

Yuan Qi held An Yuan's fingers with one hand, and rested his other hand on An Yuan's waist.This is an ambiguous gesture, and the expressions of the two of them seem to be a little hazy under the candlelight.

"Let me see your wound." Yuan Qi whispered, pressing his fingers on An Yuan's belt but did not move.

An Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.He seemed not expecting Yuan Qi to make such a request, and stared at Yuan Qi for a long time.

"I'm fine." When An Yuan spoke, he realized that his voice had become hoarse.

"I want to see."

An Yuan refused, but the man moved closer to him and said so.

An Yuan let out a breath, and actually took off his belt.His clothes fell to the ground, and he turned around.There was no sound behind him, but he could feel the approach of the heat source.

When the eyes become a decoration, other senses will become more sensitive.The sound of cloth rubbing, fingers touching his skin, and overheated breath.

"Has Your Majesty finished it?"

When the breath got closer and closer to him, An Yuan spoke.The scorching hot breath behind him disappeared, and the man seemed to be holding his breath.

"Not yet."

The breath sprayed out again, and An Yuan's eyelids twitched.Those hands came to his chest and untied the white cloth that wrapped the wound.

The finger has melted on the edge of the wound, and the familiar heat sticks to it.An Yuan closed his eyes, his throat rolling up and down.He didn't open his mouth, but there seemed to be a voice coming from his throat.

His breathing rate became faster, and the mattress under his hands was already scratched and wrinkled.

He knew... Yuan Qi wanted to do this.

"Amount..." It seemed to be a painful moan.