Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

On July 25th of the first year of Shuncheon.

General Zhenbei returned from Beimo and brought back Princess Zhaochun.

When the general left, he was silent, and when he returned, he did not cause any trouble.

The emperor just mentioned a sentence at the court meeting: "Beimo is flat..."

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves.

draw?What is flat?

Some military officers couldn't believe it.The dispute between Beimo and Dajing can be traced back a hundred years ago. Although the Tianshi played down the hatred when he was in power, it is still a cloud hanging over his head.The military officer is ready to prepare for another battle with the Mi people.

The emperor didn't say much, and hurriedly broke up the meeting.

The news about Bei Mo was brought back by Ling Ziyou.

After moving the capital, Ling Ziyou left Zhaoge to continue working as a doctor in the mountains.

He remembered that Xie Huai'an had taken poisonous wine, and was worried that there was a hidden disease that he hadn't noticed, so he followed all the way north to try his luck in the cold north, looking for the holy hand of the poisonous sage.

In a border town in the north, Ling Ziyou happened to meet someone.

Zhu Shengshou and Zhong Zhen went through the many obstacles in the forest to go to Mount Luo'an.

Because Emperor Ji Zhaochun and the guards were wounded, they were not walking fast.Zhong Zhen couldn't get away, and met Ling Ziyou when he was in a hurry, and asked him to be a messenger to bring Mizhe back to Xindu.

After Ling Ziyou hurried back, Hong Yao was having a court meeting, so he was asked to go to the National Teacher's Mansion for medical treatment first.

Now Hong Yao finished his business, retreated from Feiluan Guard, and stood in the courtyard of the National Teacher's Mansion with a sullen face.

Across the house and the courtyard, Hong Yao clearly heard the conversation between Xie Huaian and Ling Ziyou amidst the fat chirping.

Ling Ziyou said hesitantly: "Immortal Master... No, Master National Teacher. There is something I have kept in my mind for a long time. After thinking about it, I still have to ask the National Teacher to know."

Xie Huai'an was in a good mood when he heard it, and replied gently: "The genius doctor, please tell me..."

Ling Ziyou made two thuds, as if he had put down the soft leather case that never left his body, and knelt down: "This starts from the earliest time, when the national teacher ascended the altar in the Fenxiang Tower for divination..."

Ling Ziyou explained the ins and outs of his kung fu and going to the Fenxiang Building to find the national teacher, and said that he happened to overheard Pei Xiuyi's words when he went upstairs.

This part of the sentence is weird, he was afraid that the national teacher would hurt his heart, so he bit the bullet and became a villain who spread the word, and asked the national teacher to make his own decision.

Ling Ziyou said that half of what he heard was: "Your Majesty shuts up the immortal master, isn't he going to tell him the truth? You care for him like a bird whose wings are broken at any time, all because—"

"I... don't know what the truth is, but that's how things are." Ling Ziyou said dryly.

Xie Huai'an's voice paused for a while, and he said with a smile: "Thank you, Miracle Doctor Ling. This is a misunderstanding. I have already explained it to His Majesty, and the Miracle Doctor doesn't need to worry about trivial matters."

"That's good, that's good, I'm busy." Ling Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief.After giving some detailed instructions on how to keep in good health, he reluctantly bid farewell and left with a soft leather case on his back.

After Ling Zi wandered away, Xie Huaian stopped teasing Pangpang.

After Hong Yao waited for Ling Ziyao to leave, he tiptoed to the ground and flew to the door of the study.

Xie Huai'an wore a tulle blouse, nestled on the bamboo rocking chair and slowly rocked, his eyes that used to be radiant dimmed.

"Huai'an! Chacha!" Fatty tilted his head, jumping up and down to play with Xie Huai'an.

However, its owner did not respond, and looked at the glass window quietly.

Hong Yao hummed softly, and made a sound on the wooden floor.

Xie Huai'an turned his head abruptly, and said in a panic: "Your Majesty? Why are you back? Didn't you have to go to the Ministry of Households today..."

"Of course I'm coming back, fortunately I didn't delay..." Hong Yao said flatly, grabbed a pouch and sat beside the rocking chair, "Let's talk..."

"What?" Xie Huai'an laughed dryly.

"What else can I say, about what my husband has already said to me. I remember every word my husband said, why don't I remember this?"

Xie Huai'an's smile disappeared: "Your Majesty even asked me after hearing that."

Hong Yao lowered his eyes: "Mister is angry..."

"Some..." Xie Huai'an said dully, "Since it's the truth that both Prime Minister Pei and His Majesty know, I'm afraid it's something that shouldn't be asked. This year, I've been too sentimental."

"Go ahead..." The corners of Hong Yao's mouth twitched, and he twisted into a smile, "My little Mr. Bingxue is smart, so he must have guessed now. Why don't you continue?"

This smile was a little permeating, Xie Huai'an flinched, and then turned his head angrily: "Since your Majesty has another reason, there is no need to call..."

Hong Yao gently pulled Xie Huai'an's chin with his hand: "I know everything..."

After a while, Xie Huai'an lowered his head and asked stiffly: "When I first met Your Majesty, what did Fat Pang call? Is it Xie Huan from Xie Shijun, or Huai'an from Xie Huai'an?"

A soft name rolled on the tip of Hong Yao's tongue: "Huai'an..."

Xie Huai'an immediately pushed Hong Yao's hand away, and pressed the rocking chair with difficulty to get up: "Since Huai'an already has someone, let's stop here. Your Majesty is the Mingjun of the world, and I, a fake, will not continue to occupy this national teacher." The position of... uh, let go, why do you want to... kiss..."

Hong Yao supported the edge of the chair, and pushed Xie Huai'an back: "Mr. is crying again, it's so salty."

The corners of Xie Huai'an's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was anger or grievance: "Salty and lick!"

"I like to eat salty food..." Hong Yao said casually, wiping away Xie Huai'an's tears, "Aren't you stupid..."

"Just now you said I was smart, you are not joking."

Hong Yao grabbed the cloak and wrapped it around Xie Huai'an, bent his knees, picked up the man and went out: "Sir, I want to know why the silly bird calls Huai'an? I will take you to a place."

"Don't hug!" Xie Huai'an struggled.

"Hush, Lou He is coming."

"Why take this car, isn't it only used for traveling?"

Hong Yao put Xie Huai'an into the comfortable big car: "It's just a long trip..."

"Where's going to court?" Xie Huai'an wrapped his cloak tightly and frowned.

With a straight face, Hong Yao kissed his forehead: "No more, Zhen Muxiu."

Xie Huai'an hid and sat in the innermost compartment: "Can the emperor take a rest at any time?"

Hong Yao sneered: "No more..."

"No, no, I have to do it!" Xie Huai'an forgot everything and exclaimed.

Lou He drove the carriage out of Xindu and headed north.

When taking a nap at the inn, Xie Huai'an couldn't help but grab Hong Yao's clothes: "Where are you going?"

Hong Yao casually stuffed a soft pillow into Xie Huai'an's arms: "Mount Luo'an..."

"Your Majesty is keeping things from me, and you are still talking coldly." Xie Huaian observed Hong Yao's expression.

Hong Yao supported the window frame to ventilate, suppressing his emotions: "Sir, do you still remember the consecrated hand? I have been looking for it for a long time, and now I finally have a clue. After asking her to see Mr., I will not worry about that glass of poisoned wine at all." .”

Xie Huai'an rolled his eyes, lowered his eyes, and pretended to cry: "Your Majesty gave me poisoned wine again, and used me as a substitute. I have been calling Fatty by my name for so long, and now I know his Huai'an's other name." There is someone, but I still don't know what His Majesty is hiding..."

Hong Yao snapped the window frame: "This room is not good, change to another one."

"Ah, why are you angry!"

Hong Yao walked up to Xie Huai'an in two or three steps.

The gloomy energy on the young emperor returned, his blue eyes stared at Xie Huaian frantically, and his fingertips gently slid across his translucent cheeks.

Xie Huai'an trembled, and under the fright, unstoppable tears flowed out.

Hong Yao: "..."

Hong Yao took a deep breath, smiled, and held Xie Huai'an's hand instead.

"There's something... I'm keeping it from my husband, but it's because I'm afraid of harming my husband's health, not for any other reason."

Xie Huai'an's eyes widened: "So there really is! Your Majesty is afraid that I will lose my temper if I find out, and now I have chest tightness and shortness of breath... Ugh!"

Hong Yao hugged Xie Huai'an tightly, and bit his earlobe punitively: "Since Mr. is not angry, why bother to say such unkind words!"

"I'm angry!" Xie Huai'an struggled bravado.

"Did you guess what? You're testing me." Hong Yao viciously picked up Xie Huai'an, went out and changed rooms.

Lou He led the way outside with a low eyebrow, and consciously tapped his acupuncture points, neither listening nor looking.

Not to mention that His Majesty might really goug his eyes if he watched too much. It is not a matter of a day or two for Mr. to be hugged like this, just pretend, just pretend that Mr. is sick again!

Xie Huaian also felt ashamed, and lay on Hong Yao's shoulder and pretended to be dead.

When he fell on the bed, Xie Huai'an got up quickly, grabbed the quilt that was not as soft as the National Teacher's Mansion, covered his face, turned over and faced the wall.

"Sir..." Hong Yao pulled Xie Huai'an out and turned over, propping himself up on the bed, his chest heaving.

Xie Huaian raised his eyes and was stunned.

This is an action he used to do, but now in a different position.

He used to be the one who lost control of his emotions on the bed, Hong Yao smiled and looked at him on the big dark bed, with golden chains scattered around.

From that moment on, he completely sank into it, step by step, igniting a bigger and bigger flame.

"I don't know..." Xie Huai'an's eyes were a little sour again, and he said confusedly: "I just... what I heard, saw, and felt this year can't be fake. It's burning, it's burning in my heart, and it's also burning on Your Majesty's body. If Your Majesty loves me, it's definitely not a pretense, I can still see it..."

Hong Yao's expression softened a little, showing a less distorted smile.

"But..." Xie Huai paused.

"Since Pang Pang is calling Huai'an, then it's not me...I always thought it was Xie Huan, and when it was calling me, it was... a bit trusting, not a human, no, not a bird. But Fatty Fat is indeed a stupid bird..."

Hong Yao endured it, raised his hand, turned Xie Huai'an's face again, and slapped Xie Huai'an lightly, "Stop pestering the idiot! Aren't you still angry with me just now?"

Xie Huai'an shrank back in embarrassment: "Why are you shooting again!"

Hong Yao said in a deep voice: "Fortunately, sir, he didn't directly say that I am pretending. I care about my lover and need to go against my will?"

"It's possible..." Xie Huai'an made random gestures, "Your Majesty is very majestic when he goes to court, and gentle when he comes back, and sometimes scary, changing back and forth, no one can tell..."

"Sir, I don't want to get out of this bed today."

"I still have to hurry, what mountain do I have to go to!"

"What's the rush, don't rush, sir, listen to what this is called! Do you think I treat the second person—like I treat you sir?"

"No, I was wrong! Your Majesty don't punish me, please forgive me. No, it's all because His Majesty has something to hide from me. Tell me!"

The next day, Xie Huai'an fell asleep in the carriage and was woken up by Hong Yao.

He habitually let Hong Yao take care of his clothes, but suddenly realized that he was still struggling with the unsolved mystery of who Fatty was calling, and calmly said: "Don't bother Your Majesty, I will do it myself."

Hong Yao remained expressionless: "It will be dark when Mr. is finished."

Xie Huai'an: "Your Majesty has become fierce to me." Obviously when he was sick before, Hong Yao still held his hands for fear of breaking them, and if there was a little wind, he was afraid that he would look like something wrong.

Hong Yao continued to straighten Xie Huai'an's clothes. After getting off the carriage, he suddenly reached out and took off the hood of his cloak: "Take it off for a while..."

Xie Huai'an's forehead felt cold, his eyes widened curiously, and then he lost the ability to move.

He found himself standing in front of the quaint mountain gate, with unbreakable grass under his feet and pines beside him.

Two people with red eyes stood in front of him.

A man over [-] years old has a serious face, with white hair all over his head, but his body is still straight; a woman with a beautiful face and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes takes a step forward but stops in place.

Their white hair and wrinkles are strange... their faces are familiar.

This is the appearance of his parents who are much older than he remembers.

Ah, of course.He occupies the body of Xie Shijun, since Xie Shijun looks almost the same as himself in the previous life, and it is normal for his parents to have similar faces... I guess.

Xie Huaian froze in place.

"Luanshan Xie Jin, Poison Doctor Zhu Xun'an, see Your Majesty, National Teacher."

Hong Yao said: "Thank you head, bless the hand, and be flat."