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

Ten times of poetry is enough for Han Jin to copy until dawn.

Even Ye Tang had to copy until late at night.

"Brother Tang... I really can't copy anymore..." Han Jin bit his lip lightly, and hugged Ye Tang's waist coquettishly.

Ye Tang reached out and patted the back of his hand lightly: "Let go, didn't you say you can't do these things to brother Tang?"

Normally, Ye Tang would not allow Han Jin to make some intimate moves towards him, and only occasionally when Han Jin behaved particularly well would he hug him for a while.

It's not that he doesn't like Han Jin acting like a baby, it's just that he can't make the queen mother suspicious. Although there is no one here, if he does a lot in private, maybe Han Jin will get used to getting close to Ye Tang in front of the queen mother.

Han Jin reluctantly let go of Ye Tang.

"Go to sleep." Ye Tang glanced at Han Jin, then patted his leg lightly.

Han Jin was already very tired at the moment, seeing Ye Tang promised that he could sleep, he quickly lay on his side on Ye Tang's lap obediently, his hands subconsciously went to hug Ye Tang's waist again.

"Your Highness." Ye Tang called Han Jin helplessly.

Han Jin had no choice but to withdraw his hand obediently, close his eyes and go to sleep.

And Ye Tang moved the oil lamp on the table closer to him, picked up the wick, and made the flame on the lamp jump more.

Then he took Han Jin's unfinished poems, studied some ink, and began to help him continue to copy.

He could imitate Han Jin's handwriting, and the queen mother couldn't tell that it was fake handwriting.

Ye Tang copied it very carefully, and the only sounds in the hall were the sound of writing with a brush and Han Jin's even breathing.

After copying halfway, Ye Tang's hands felt a little sore, so he stopped to rest for a while.

After looking down at Han Jin who was sleeping curled up on his lap for a while, Ye Tang put his robe on him and continued to copy.

In a trance, the scene in front of me seemed to repeat itself.

Only then did Ye Tang realize that he was still kneeling on the cold ground of the imperial study room, while Han Jin had fallen asleep beside him.

After a while, Ye Tang lowered his eyes slightly, unwilling to recall the past.

Now this is the solemn imperial study room, which is no longer the small palace where the prince studied at night.

At this time, a gust of cold night wind gushed in from the unclosed palace door, which made Ye Tang shiver, and Han Jin frowned in a daze.

Just as he was hesitating whether to close the palace door, Han Jin woke up in a daze.

"Your Majesty." Ye Tang glanced at him.

Han Jin sat up, looked at Ye Tang for a while by the dim candlelight, then sneered, reached out and patted Ye Tang's side face lightly.

"How long have you been kneeling?" Han Jin asked aloud.

"More than three hours." Ye Tang's voice was light.

Han Jin clicked his tongue, and continued to pat Ye Tang's cheek twice, slightly harder than before, but it didn't hurt, but it was still very loud in the silent night.

"Good boy, keep kneeling." Han Jin said casually.

Ye Tang guessed that he must have woken up and thought about torturing himself, so he continued to kneel without making a sound.

After a while, Han Jin stood up slowly, and sat next to Ye Tang again, getting so close to him that Ye Tang could even feel his warm breath spraying on his neck.

Then, Han Jin stretched out his hand and patted Ye Tang's buttocks: "Come on, kneel up straight."

Originally, Ye Tang's thighs were stacked on top of his calves. Hearing what Han Jin said, he just pursed his lips lightly, and knelt up meekly.

"Kneeling for three hours, has the national teacher finished his reflection?" Han Jin looked at Ye Tang and said calmly.

"Yes, I have already reflected on it." Ye Tang lowered his eyes slightly.

Han Jin raised his eyes and stared into his eyes for a moment, then suddenly pulled him over and let him sit on his lap.

"...Your Majesty?" Ye Tang raised his eyes and looked at Han Jin inquiringly.

"Tell me, I'm listening. If you don't reflect deeply, you will continue to kneel." Han Jin put his arms around Ye Tang's waist, and put his palms on his belt, as if he was considering whether to untie it.

Ye Tang followed Han Jin's words and began to reflect: "Your Majesty's correction is correct, and the ministers should have reservations. They should not blindly pursue quick solutions to problems. It is better to teach people how to fish than to give them fish. They should explore by themselves and improve the system. Manage people better.”

What these words said was seamless, and Han Jin couldn't find fault even if he wanted to.

After looking at Ye Tang for a long while, Han Jin let him go: "Forget it, I'm tired today, you can go back after kneeling for a while."

After speaking, Han Jin let go of Ye Tang, got up and left.

Ye Tang sat there for a while before leaving.

Not long after leaving the imperial study, Ye Tang staggered slightly, supported a tree beside him, spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned a little pale.

Ye Tang gently closed his eyes, trying to take out the handkerchief from his sleeve robe, only to realize that he didn't bring it.

So, Ye Tang coughed twice more, then raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the night sky, his expression a little dazed.

After a long time, Ye Tang murmured in a low voice: "Han Funian... how did we get to this point..."

After returning to Yanqing Hall, Ye Tang suddenly fell ill, and he was groggy and unable to lift his strength.

In fact, he already knew that he would be seriously ill.

After all, what happened these days is really about to overwhelm him. After his body can't take it anymore, he will naturally become sick from overwork.

The next day, Ye Tang found that he started to have a fever, coughed constantly, and his throat was so sore that he didn't want to say a word.

So, Ye Tang spent two days dragging his sick body like this, and he was still on sick leave in court, so he didn't have to see Han Jin.

Although he didn't participate in the government affairs, he still heard some rumors. In the past two days, the ministers in the court have been urging Han Jin to become a queen as soon as possible and expand the harem. It seems that Han Jin lost his temper several times because of this matter.

On the third day, Ye Tang realized that his illness was getting worse, and he didn't even eat a few mouthfuls of breakfast.

But the doctor didn't heal himself, the whole Yanqing Hall was deserted, and there was no one to take care of him. Ye Tang, who always liked to be quiet, suddenly felt that this feeling was not very good.

That day, Han Jin had just left court, changed his clothes, and came directly to the Yanqing Palace in a huff.

The door was kicked open by him, and Ye Tang was sitting and drinking tea leisurely.

"Ye Lingshuang, you don't go to court for no reason again and again, don't you take me seriously? A few days ago, I thought that you were punished and didn't care about you, so you dare to give me an inch, don't you? !" Han Jin took a few steps forward and kicked over a stool beside Ye Tang.

Ye Tang glanced at the stool kicked over by Han Jin, with a sleepy expression, not really wanting to talk.

To be honest, he is really too lazy to deal with Han Jin's temper now.