[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The emperor suddenly laughed loudly.

Their majesty is known as an owl in future generations, and the position of prince was won by killing his brother. Now the country is governed forever, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and the past scolding has become a eulogy. Perhaps the murder was too heavy in the early years, and the number of heirs is thin. There are only two princes under his knees. The oldest was only ten years old, and he had been weak and sick since childhood, and the youngest had just learned to walk when he was crowned prince.

Before becoming an official, Zhao Changning's grandfather once said that he is a hero today. Even though Zhao Changning's father was relegated, he never had the slightest bit of resentment towards the emperor.

So even at this moment, Zhao Changning has never thought about the current situation, which is a bit absurd.

The emperor stretched out his hand and raised Zhao Changning's chin, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Undress me."

Zhao Changning stood up respectfully, reached out and touched the emperor's robe, but was pressed tightly on the couch by someone hugging his waist. It was the emperor in his prime who was tall and handsome, and he put the thin The young man was under him, Zhao Changning was dazed at first, but when his whole body was covered by the smell of ambergris and his clothes were pulled away, he suddenly realized what happened, finally collapsed and began to struggle violently stand up.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

He struggled so hard, his face was full of tears, he couldn't say anything, he just shouted the word "Your Majesty" in shock and fear.

His Majesty just coaxed him softly, "Chang Ning, tomorrow I will open a warehouse to release grain."

The person in the arms was stunned at first, then struggled even more fiercely, but after all, he was a young man who had never practiced martial arts, at such a time, it was just a little more fun.

More like an emperor's tease.

His hands were imprisoned on the bed by the force he couldn't break free, and the bright yellow brocade quilt embroidered with golden dragons was padded behind his waist, and the five pearls falling from the red feathers of the official hat broke in struggle and rolled off the bed.

The whole head of hair was spread out in a mess.Where the emperor's rough palm touched, a brilliant red was scratched.

The emperor's lips pressed together and gradually turned into biting.

Zhao Changning bit the emperor's lip while struggling, and kicked his feet. The red official robe was torn and wrinkled, and what was wrapped inside belonged to a teenager. His young and immature body was covered by the dim candlelight Layers of exceptionally beautiful colours.

The emperor's pupils dimmed, and he smiled softly, "Chang Ning, the pearl matches you."

As a result, the five not-so-small pearls that fell from the young official's hat were pushed into the body one by one.

An unusually long torture.

Desperate, dark, suffocating.His body was torn apart, his dignity was trampled on, and the smell of blood filled his nose.

Zhao Changning felt that he was split in two bloody, and his teeth bit his lips, as if biting someone else's flesh and blood.

The emperor looked at him like a dilapidated plaything, and his hoarse begging for mercy did not soften the emperor's heart.

The huge pain made him curl up. He had struggled too hard before, and there were thin, bruised strangle marks on his wrists. Every movement was painful, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, his eyes were blank. The emperor tenderly kissed the cold sweat off his forehead.The movements of his hands didn't feel any pity.

How many people spend their lives in poverty just to add another pearl to their official career, but now this pearl exists in such a humiliating and licentious way.

Killing is not punishing.

The spirit, dream and pursuit of the young man were finally plundered, collapsed inch by inch, and turned into ashes.

He grabbed at random with his hands, caught the hairpin that had fallen by the pillow, and stabbed it fiercely towards his neck with his eyes closed, leaving no room for it.

Standing outside the door, Chang Ping could only hear the young man's hissing cries that gradually died down. After a while, he heard His Majesty calling for someone. He pushed the door open and entered, only to be shocked by the blood red on the bed.

The emperor's hands were clutching the young man's bloody neck, if not for the weak heaving of his chest, he would have looked more like a corpse.

The dark red blood still trickled through the fingers and fell to the ground, the bloody hairpin was thrown aside, and the bright yellow brocade quilt was stained with blood.

The emperor lowered his eyes, "Chang Ping, Imperial Physician Xuan."

Chang Ping's eyes were a little sore, he didn't know if it was for the dying young man in the emperor's arms, or for these poor people whose lives could not be controlled by themselves.

The imperial physician came and went all night.

The best imperial physician in Dachu was trying to deal with the aftermath of their Majesty's whim, and he didn't wake up until dawn.

Zhao Changning got out of bed with a white gauze wrapped around his neck.The boy's eyes were still red, and he put on the wrinkled red official robe with trembling hands. He smoothed out the wrinkles with his fingers, and then picked up the crooked official hat. It was as if he could pretend that nothing had happened, but the bright pearl that rolled to the ground last night still burned his eyes after all.

Chang Ping stood guard outside, only to see a red shadow opening the door of the emperor's bedroom.

The young man glanced at Chang Ping and bowed to Chang Ping. He hurt his throat last night and was wrapped in thick gauze. His back was straight. In the end, he still didn't wear his official hat, but only held it in his hand. Stepping on finely crushed snowflakes, he left the palace.

Changping suddenly felt that the child who was like the sun in the snow yesterday had died.

Zhao Changning fell ill after going there.Ben left with injuries, but he caught a cold in the snow again, took a leave of absence, and did not go to court for a long time.

Later, King Qin, who was far away in the northwest, received the news of the release of grain in the palace.

At that time, King Qin was only in his teens, he didn't know anything, he didn't know his elder brother's fear of him and his mother clan, and he didn't know what happened behind that thin letter.

Later, the emperor's case was exhausted with five papers asking himself to be relegated.

These five scriptures were finally smashed on Zhao Changning's face by the furious emperor.The hard memorial scratched his face.

"Please relegate yourself? Zhao Changning, Zhao Changning, you really impress me."

Zhao Changning didn't speak.

After a long time, the emperor said coldly, "Go back and heal your face, don't make me look disgusted."

Zhao Changning's face was expressionless, even though his face was still bleeding, he never felt any pain.

"Changning." The emperor's voice softened, his handsome eyebrows softened a bit when he looked at the young courtier kneeling on his knees, and his words were coaxing, "Follow me, I will give you whatever you want."

The boy kneeling under the steps finally shook his head.

"Your Majesty, I don't want anything."

The emperor sighed in a low voice, the child who had admiration and admiration for him was finally destroyed by him.