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

The schedule for returning to Beijing was not as long as when he came, and he returned to the palace in less than half a month.

It's just that Han Jin kept ignoring Ye Tang along the way, and fell into a cold war with him.

It is more appropriate to say it is a temper tantrum than a cold war.

After all, it's not that Han Jin didn't say a word to him during the past half month, but he didn't take the initiative to say it. He answered every question at other times, and followed Ye Tang every day as usual, just with a cold face. .

At night, she still wanted to sleep with Ye Tang in her arms, but she didn't say a word.

Originally, Ye Tang thought that this situation would last for a few days, but after returning to the palace, the situation did not improve at all.

Ye Tang knew that what he said before really made Han Jin care.

So he decided to find a time to have a good talk with Han Jin.

After all, it's the last few days of getting along peacefully...

Ye Tang, who was sitting in the Yanqing Hall, thought about this, his expression sank slightly, the emotion in his eyes changed and changed, and finally it only turned into a wry smile.

At this time, Han Jin just came over.

The expression on Han Jin's face was still very cold when he kicked open the door, but when he saw the things in Ye Tang's hands, he couldn't help being startled.

What Ye Tang was holding in his hand was the jade hairpin that he wanted to give away but was accidentally broken by himself.

"Your Majesty is coming." Ye Tang raised his eyes to look at Han Jin, and said in a low voice.

Han Jin responded, and then slowly walked to Ye Tang's side: "The hairpin..."

At this moment, Ye Tang was repairing the jade hairpin. He used soft gold to fix the parts that were broken before, and there were many things on the table for repairing the jade hairpin.

And Ye Tang's fingers had already been scratched several times because of repairing this hairpin, and blood beads were still oozing out at this moment.

"I'm done." Ye Tang glanced at Han Jin and replied truthfully.

As he spoke, he planned to put away the hairpin.

He didn't expect Han Jin to come over at this time, and he shouldn't have let him know that he picked up the broken hairpin.

Han Jin took the hairpin before Ye Tang, put it in his palm and looked at it carefully for a while, his eyes became very gentle.

"Why don't you get someone to fix it?" Han Jin looked at Ye Tang's cut hand, feeling a little distressed.

Ye Tang followed his gaze and glanced at his hands, and said indifferently, "You can do it yourself, so you don't have to bother others."

Han Jin only felt his heart soften, and gently stroked the soft gold at the biggest break with his fingers.

"That day...it was my fault. I lost my temper at you... Actually, I didn't. I was just angry with myself. I don't know anything." Han Jin looked down at the jade hairpin lying quietly in his palm, and murmured muttered.

Although the light green jade hairpin that looked extremely gentle had been repaired, the golden color made the jade hairpin a bit tacky.

Han Jin couldn't help sighing softly: "I originally wanted to buy you a better one."

"This is very good." Ye Tang pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

It was said that Han Jin couldn't restrain the joy in his heart at all, and the displeasure these days had dissipated a lot.

He didn't expect Ye Tang to pick up the hairpin.

"I'll put it on for you, I'll be careful this time." Han Jin squeezed the jade hairpin tightly and said to Ye Tang.

Ye Tang nodded, said yes, and took off the hairpin that was originally pinned in his hair.

Full of joy, Han Jin stretched out his hand to hold Ye Tang's face, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, and then carefully helped him put on the hairpin.

With the lessons learned from the past, Han Jin was extra patient this time, and put the hairpin in Ye Tang's hair little by little.

"It looks good." Han Jin glanced at it with satisfaction, then lowered his head and kissed Ye Tang's hair again.

Ye Tang pursed his lips and smiled, and reached out to stroke Han Jin's hair.

Then Han Jin grabbed his hand, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then took the medicine to help Ye Tang apply it.

Han Jin carefully painted every scratched hole, and Ye Tang didn't stop him, but let him apply the medicine to himself.

After applying the medicine, Han Jin held Ye Tang's hand and looked at it carefully for a long while, then asked with some distress, "Does it hurt?"

"No." Ye Tang replied quickly.

Han Jin already knew that Ye Tang would answer in this way, so he could only sigh, and lowered his head to kiss his finger.

At this time, Ye Tang suddenly took off the purse from his waist and handed it to Han Jin: "This is what I brought out of the palace a few days ago."

He was also brought in to coax the angry Han Jin, but it seems that Han Jin is no longer angry now.

Han Jin froze for a moment, then reached out to take the money bag.

The purse was deflated, and there was no silver at all. When I squeezed it with my hand, I could feel a few hard and round things inside.

"What is it?" Han Jin opened the money bag with some surprise.

Although he didn't know what it was, as soon as he thought that Ye Tang gave it to him, he felt happy in his heart.

Han Jin carefully poured out the contents of the purse and poured it into the palm of his hand, only to see dozens of red beans.

Those red beans lay quietly in Han Jin's palm, each one was very red, like drops of blood.

"Red beans?" Han Jin looked up at Ye Tang.

"It's red bean seeds." Ye Tang stretched out his hand and squeezed Han Jin's fingers lightly, and smiled: "Red beans are also called Acacia, and they entrust affection."

"I know." Han Jin replied nervously: "The national teacher told me that in the past, someone threw himself into the river, and his wife thought about it, and the blood and tears from his tears stained the seeds on the trees by the river. The red bean tree."

Hearing Han Jin's impatient words, Ye Tang couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

This is just an allusion that doesn't exist at all, and Han Jin still remembers it unexpectedly.

"Then let's plant red beans and wait for it to grow acacia beans." Ye Tang continued softly.

Han Jin nodded hurriedly.

Then, without waiting for Ye Tang's order, Han Jin got busy spontaneously.

He found a blue and white porcelain flower pot, dug some soil in Ye Tang's yard, and planned to plant red beans with Ye Tang.

"How to use such a good flower pot." Ye Tang was a little bit dumbfounded when he saw the fine blue and white porcelain.

"The ones that are not good are not worthy of the red beans that I and the national teacher planted together." Han Jin snorted.

Before burying the seeds, Han Jin picked out the two largest seeds, and insisted that Ye Tang string them together with red strings and put them on each person's hands, so Ye Tang had no choice but to agree.

Looking at the two cinnabar-colored red beans lying in the palm of his hand, Ye Tang's eyelids drooped slightly, and there was a shadow under the long and narrow eyelashes, which perfectly concealed the emotion in his eyes.

The two planted red beans together, watered them and put them on the window sill. Han Jin held them and looked at them for a long time.

At this moment, all the anger he was angry with before disappeared, and there was nothing left.

Red beans send love.

Isn't Ye Tang's behavior enough to show his weight in his heart?

Three days later, the red beans planted together by the two sprouted. The tiny green sprouts surprised Han Jin, and he couldn't get enough of them.

The atmosphere between Han Jin and Ye Tang has always been very good, and this situation lasted until the rebel army attacked the city two days later.

That morning, Han Jin was still hugging Ye Tang affectionately, and at noon he got the news that the city gate had been lost.

It was still those rebel troops in Yizhou, those rebel troops who were supposed to be guarded by Mo An, but quietly moved to the capital.

At the first moment when he got the news, Han Jin's strongest feeling was heartache, which was extremely painful.

The soldiers are already approaching the city, and he will not know who betrayed him.

But he was so tired that he didn't even want to confront Ye Tang.

So what if I go...

Han Jin gently closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he squeezed his fingers tightly.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes, stepped out of the palace door, and went straight to Yanqing Palace.

The most important thing he should do now is to deal with those rebels, but he can't accept Ye Tang's betrayal again.

The gate of Yanqing Palace was kicked open by Han Jin, and Han Jin kicked Ye Tang hard with his red eyes.

With a loud noise, Ye Tang's back directly hit the corner of the table, and the tea set on the table was also knocked down.

"Ye Lingshuang, you are really my good national teacher!" Han Jin grabbed Ye Tang's neck forcefully and shouted angrily at him.

Ye Tang coughed twice with some difficulty, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Han Jin, with a sarcastic laugh in his throat.

The laughter made Han Jin's breath suffocate, and his heart was throbbing with pain.

Han Jin sneered and said, "I have to say, you did a really good job. You transferred [-]% of the only troops in the capital to Yizhou, and sent away Mo'an, leaving me with no troops to deal with these rebels. The name is to let Mo An take [-]% of the troops to guard the rebel army, but in fact, the national division and General Mo colluded, let General Mo let people go to the capital quietly, and deal with obstacles along the way for them, it is really good Very good!"

In the end, Han Jin almost roared.

Ye Tang grabbed Han Jin's hand pinching his neck with one hand, propped it on the table with the other hand, and looked at him with a sneer: "Your Majesty can still react now, it's not hopeless..."

"Ye Lingshuang!" Han Jin yelled at him angrily.

Then he slapped Ye Tang hard on the face, interrupting what he wanted to say next in such a rough way.

He didn't want to hear...not a word...

Ye Tang tilted his head, blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

After a moment, he laughed.

Han Jin spoke out with some difficulty: "It's really hard for you to be so considerate to me these days. In fact, you feel very disgusted in your heart."

"It's not disgusting at all. Your Majesty has a pretty face no matter what. In fact, I'm so superficial. Otherwise, I wouldn't be with General Mo..."

"Shut up! Shut up! Don't say anything!" Han Jin yelled at him like crazy.

Ye Tang took a deep breath, smiled, and did not say any more.

"You can...Ye Lingshuang, you really can..." Han Jin slowly let go of his neck, took two steps back, and his voice trembled.

Ye Tang lowered his head, couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words, and looked up at him: "I said before, I want His Majesty to die badly, but it turns out...you can't play with me, Your Majesty."