Your Majesty, the National Teacher is in a bad mood today

"I heard that His Majesty is tired of dealing with government affairs in the Imperial Study, so come and see Your Majesty." Ye Tang replied calmly.

Han Jin snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"Have some sweet-scented osmanthus porridge and take a rest." Ye Tang sat down beside Han Jin.

Han Jin glanced coldly at the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus porridge: "Poisoned?"

Hearing this, Ye Tang smiled lightly, then shook his head: "No."

"Take a bite first."

Ye Tang said nothing, silently took a mouthful of the osmanthus porridge in the bowl.

Only then did Han Jin snort coldly: "Feed me."

Ye Tang responded lightly, picked up the bowl, and fed the porridge to Han Jin's mouth with a spoon. While approving the memorial, Han Jin ate the porridge that Ye Tang fed to his mouth bit by bit.

After several mouthfuls, Han Jin asked coldly, "Why didn't you make it yourself?"

Ye Tang paused slightly, and looked up at Han Jin.

"I can tell if you did it yourself." Han Jin said coldly, "Don't use this kind of thing to perfuse me next time."

"...Yes." Ye Tang replied calmly.

After speaking, he sent another mouthful to Han Jin's mouth.

"Don't eat, I'm not in the mood." Han Jin said irritably.

Ye Tang didn't say anything, but silently put down the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus porridge.

At this time, Han Jin felt restless for a while, wishing to tear the memorial in his hand into pieces.

"Are they all trash?!" Han Jin threw the memorial out angrily.

Ye Tang glanced lightly: "Next time, don't throw it away all the time, you still have to pick it up."

"What are you picking up! I won't pick it up, and tomorrow he will say that his memorial is missing, what can he do with me?!" Han Jin said angrily.

Ye Tang sighed, got up to pick up the memorial, and patted the ashes on it lightly.

"You can't do anything to His Majesty, but it won't affect you well anyway." Ye Tang's voice was still cold as usual.

"Tsk, who do you think you are and what I do, it's your turn to talk about it?!" Han Jin felt angry when he heard Ye Tang's accusing tone.

Ye Tang didn't speak, but silently put the memorial back in its original place.

Han Jin glanced at it and immediately became irritable, and threw it in front of Ye Tang: "You approve the rest for me."

Looking at the memorial that was thrown in front of him, Ye Tang sighed helplessly: "Didn't you say that I won't let the minister touch political affairs again?"

"After you approve it, I will check it again. If I find out that you dare to play any tricks, I will kill you." Han Jin snorted coldly and threatened.

Ye Tang smiled lightly, did not speak, but slowly opened the memorial, looked at it twice, reached out to pick up the writing brush that Han Jin had just used, and lowered his head to write.

In the past, he would often approve the memorials for Han Jin, and the courtiers could tell at a glance who approved the memorials.

Generally speaking, Han Jin is perfunctory in two or three words, interspersed with a few nonsense words from time to time, while the memorial written by Ye Tang is to answer patiently, the words are also written very neatly, and will give solutions to problems in detail Methods.

Compared with Han Jin, the ministers in the DPRK actually liked the memorial approved by Ye Tang more.

Ye Tang read two or three books, and suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and Han Jin leaned over.

"I don't like the smell on you." Han Jin reached out and picked up a strand of Ye Tang's hair and smelled it.

"What's the smell?" Ye Tang continued to write without looking back at Han Jin.

"Traditional Chinese medicine." Han Jin moved towards Ye Tang, and then lay on his body.

In fact, he quite liked the taste.

The smell of traditional Chinese medicine on Ye Tang's body is not just an ordinary Chinese medicine smell, but also has a hint of fragrance in the bitterness, which is a bit sweet and greasy, and also has a bit of grassy aroma.

Moreover, Ye Tang's usual clothes were smoked with sandalwood, and these two smells were mixed together, giving him a cold feeling, just as ruthless as Ye Tang.

Han Jin thought of Ye Tang's betrayal of him again, and his eyes darkened.

Ye Tang responded lightly: "I don't touch herbs now, and there should be no more herbs in a while."

Han Jin was naturally dissatisfied with this answer, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

After a while, Han Jin reached out and took off a wooden hairpin from Ye Tang's hair, and played with it in his hand.

Ye Tang didn't pay attention either, and continued to look at the memorial in his hand.

Suddenly, Han Jin's casual voice sounded: "Why don't you use a hair tie?"

Ye Tang paused slightly while writing, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

But Han Jin laughed, and said unabashedly, "Just because I covered your eyes with a headband last time, why are you so guarded against me now?"

"No, it's just a personal habit." Ye Tang took a deep breath and replied as calmly as possible.

Han Jin sneered: "The national teacher is coaxing the children. You have been with me for so many years, so I don't know what you like to use?"

Ye Tang pursed his lips, then smiled again, but didn't speak.

Han Jin narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while, feeling depressed for a while.

Again.

No matter what he is, he always looks calm and breezy.

"In this case, next time I will use this wooden hairpin to put in the back/court of the national teacher." Han Jin snorted coldly.

Ye Tang's hand holding the brush suddenly used some force, and a trace of forbearance flashed in his eyes.

Han Jin clearly grasped this trace of emotion, and smiled with satisfaction: "That's the decision, the national teacher will definitely like it."

After finishing speaking, Han Jin thoughtfully put the wooden hairpin back on Ye Tang's hair crown to tie her hair.

Ye Tang didn't speak, and quietly annotated the memorial written by his pen.

Han Jin leaned over again, hugged Ye Tang's body slowly, tapped his chin lightly on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "In this way, no matter whether the national teacher uses a hairpin or a headband, I can take care of it." You are here, is the national teacher happy?"

Ye Tang pursed his lips and smiled: "When His Majesty is happy, I am happy."

Han Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, clicked his tongue lightly, and then slipped his hand into the hem of Ye Tang's robe.

Regarding Han Jin's actions, Ye Tang only slightly pursed his lips, but did not stop him.

Anyway, if he utters a voice to stop Han Jin, Han Jin will only make more progress, and it is even more unrealistic to ask him to stop.

Han Jin lay on Ye Tang's shoulder and watched Ye Tang earnestly correcting the memorial for a while, and after thinking about it, he let him go.

"That younger brother of yours is cunning, and I haven't even caught him yet." Han Jin said slowly beside Ye Tang, "You said... what should I do with him after I catch him back?"

When mentioning Ye Tang's family, Ye Tang's usual indifferent expression finally changed a little.

After a long while, Ye Tang took a deep breath, his voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was extremely sure: "Your Majesty, you can't catch him, so don't sniff out your words here."

This affirmative sentence made Han Jin's eyes suddenly turn cold.