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

Ye Tang just turned his head and didn't answer.

Naturally, Han Jin didn't think about asking Ye Tang to answer, so he gave Ye Tang a disgusted look and left.

That night, the marriage really went ahead.

Ye Tang put on her wedding dress again, and sat in Han Jin's bedroom with her head covered.

Han Jin didn't come back late at night, and had been dealing with political affairs in the imperial study, and Ye Tang didn't move, just sat by the bed and waited.

He knew that this was Han Jin humiliating himself again.

Ye Tang sat quietly all night, still awake.

In the middle of the night, Han Jin came back.

Seeing Ye Tang who was still sitting by the bed, Han Jin sneered: "This time, I've followed the rules, why don't you continue to make trouble?"

Ye Tang didn't speak.

So Han Jin continued to step forward and lifted the hijab on Ye Tang's head. At this moment, Ye Tang also raised his eyes, and happened to meet Han Jin's gaze.

Han Jin was slightly taken aback, his expression a little dazed.

Looking at Ye Tang's ink-like black hair hanging down his shoulders, seeing his light-colored eyes that seemed to be soaked in mist, and looking at this flamboyant red wedding dress, Han Jin felt inexplicably hot all over.

Since Ye Tang is a man, he didn't wear too much jewelry on his hair, only a gold and jade hair crown to tie his hair.

Probably because he was used to seeing Ye Tang in white clothes, Han Jin didn't react when he suddenly saw him like this.

During the day today, he was only focused on torturing him, and he didn't look at it carefully. Looking at it now, he found that it had a different flavor.

"Tsk, the national teacher is really a natural vixen, just don't rely on brains, just this face is enough." Han Jin patted Ye Tang's face lightly.

"Your Majesty is absurd." Ye Tang said indifferently.

Hearing the long-lost His Majesty, Han Jin was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Do you think I'm praising you?"

"Of course I don't dare."

Han Jin clicked his tongue, reached out to touch Ye Tang, and sure enough, he touched the fan pinned to Ye Tang's waist.

This is Ye Tang's habit for many years. He always brings that folding fan with him. There is no inscription on the fan, only two small black fishes are drawn on it, it is very cold.

Han Jin held the folding fan in his hand, and tapped Ye Tang's face lightly: "I said you are a fox, do you understand?"

"The kind that seduces people? I have never done this to His Majesty."

"Presumptuous!" Han Jin immediately became angry.

Then, a fan slammed Ye Tang's face hard, and that half of his face became red and swollen instantly. Ye Tang just gritted his teeth and endured it without moving his body.

The fan bones of his fan are made of red sandalwood, the blow is extremely painful, but he still endured it.

Han Jin looked indifferent, and continued to pat his face with Ye Tang's fan: "Does the national teacher mean to seduce others?"

Ye Tang gently closed his eyes: "If Your Majesty wants to misinterpret the meaning of the minister, what can I say?"

"Tsk." Han Jin's eyes were obviously stained with displeasure: "If the national teacher admits it, then I will swell half of the national teacher's face, so that the national teacher will not harm others again."

"Follow His Majesty's instructions."

Hearing this, Han Jin squeezed the folding fan tightly with his fingers.

The next moment, Han Jin really slapped Ye Tang on the face mercilessly, and Ye Tang still suffered it, without any dodge.

The sleeping hall was extremely quiet, only the sound of Han Jin beating Ye Tang with the folding fan made of red sandalwood, which was extremely clear.

again and again.

Bright red blood slowly dripped from the corner of Ye Tang's mouth, half of his face was swollen badly, but he didn't make a sound.