kill that paranoid emperor

After Su Rong entered the palace the next day, he stood outside the imperial study and waited for more than half an hour, but no one paid any attention to him.

There was a large box of clothes at his feet, and after standing upright in the sun for a long time, Su Rong finally couldn't bear it anymore.

If Fang Xuelan's sickly body was exposed to the sun again, his body that had just recuperated a bit would be ruined immediately.

"What is Your Majesty doing?" Su Rong asked the eunuch at the door of the imperial study.

This is Yue Sheng's most trusted servant, named Ji Fu, who has followed Yue Sheng since he was the little prince, has protected Yue Sheng many times, and is one of the few people who can speak in front of the emperor.

Ji Fu followed him for a long time, and gradually became more thoughtful and quiet.

He looked at Su Rong indifferently for a while, then turned his eyes and said, "Your Majesty—Of course he is dealing with political affairs."

Su Rong doesn't like this gloomy eunuch very much, the reason is that the other party doesn't like him.

Ji Fu always felt that Su Rong's grasping power was too much and hindered Yue Sheng's path, so he used to rely on Su Rong's good temper and often mocked him in a strange way.

Su Rong looked at him: "Your Majesty ordered me to go to the palace today to face the Holy Spirit, please pass the news to my father-in-law."

Ji Fu gave Su Rong a sideways look, and said, "When His Majesty finishes his work, he will naturally meet Mr. Fang."

Ji Fu doesn't like this Fang Xuelan, a man looks so bright, like a vixen who is about to become a disaster, Yue Sheng has been indifferent and self-disciplined for many years, and has never put such a little vixen by his side. Chi -

Ji Fu secretly rolled his eyes, what about the imperial guards, it was spread all over the palace this morning, His Majesty summoned an idler with no martial arts skills into the palace and forced him to put him next to him, it was clear that there was a ghost.

Su Rong didn't know that Ji Fu had already regarded himself as a vixen in his heart, and said, "I'm sick and not suitable for hard work, so I'd better ask my father-in-law to inform me."

Ji Fu sneered: "You are weak and sick, what kind of imperial bodyguard are you? Can you use a sword?"

"I will." Su Rong paused: "But I can't lift the sword."

Ji Fu: "..."

He was about to taunt when he heard Su Rong say, "If my father-in-law doesn't notify me again, I'm going to faint here."

Ji Fu: "As a bodyguard, how can you faint because of being exposed to the sun for a while?"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Su Rong performed the Falun Dafa for him on the spot.

Ji Fu didn't expect Su Rong to be dizzy when he said he was dizzy, he didn't react at all, and saw a red shadow passing by in front of him, Su Rong smashed open the hanging curtain, and threw himself directly into the imperial study.

Ji Fu: "???"

He was shocked, and just as he was about to drag Su Rong out, he suddenly heard a deep and puzzled voice: "What's the meaning of this?"

Ji Fu knelt down, didn't dare to lift his head, and said to Yue Sheng who was inside the door: "Return to Your Majesty, Mr. Fang is unwilling to wait outside and insists on breaking in."

Su Rong lay half sideways on the ground, pretending to be dead without moving.

Yue Sheng frowned, and glanced down at the people on the ground. Fang Xuelan was wearing his signature water-red coat, and he could tell he was faking it, and his long eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

"Get up." Yue Sheng said coldly.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it from him, Su Rong had no choice but to get up slowly, looked at Yuecheng's expression with beautiful peach blossom eyes, and said with a bit of aggrieved tone, "Your Majesty, I will really faint."

Yue Sheng originally wanted to drive this thick-skinned person out, but he found that Fang Xuelan's face was indeed a little pale, and recalled the scene of the sick man coughing up blood a few days ago.

Yue Sheng: "..."

Ji Fu said angrily at the side: "Your Majesty, do you want me to call someone..."

Yue Sheng interrupted him: "Forget it, if he comes later, you just let him in."

He walked into the imperial study room, his handsome face sank quickly after turning around, where neither Ji Fu nor Su Rong could see, his eyes were deep and hidden with a sharp light.

Today's Yue Sheng looked very talkative, Su Rong followed him into the imperial study room, suddenly heard a sound behind him, looked back, and saw that Ji Fu even moved in the box he brought.

Soon there were only Su Rong and Yue Sheng left in the imperial study room, and Yue Sheng sat down behind the case, picked up his pen again and began to critique the memorial, completely treating Su Rong as air.

Su Rong was not at all cramped.

He had spent many days and nights with Yue Sheng in the imperial study room, and he was very familiar with it, so he looked around at random and found a place to sit down.

The pen in Yue Sheng's hand stopped, and he said calmly: "You are at ease."

Su Rong said modestly, "I can't stand anymore, I feel dizzy."

"..." Yue Cheng lowered his eyes, and while criticizing the papers, he said, "Didn't you want to find clues for Prime Minister Su?"

There was a subtle sarcasm in the tone, Su Rong understood it, but Yue Sheng didn't believe himself at all.

Then why did he dare to call himself into the palace and keep him by his side?

"Your Majesty, at least let Xuelan find a place to rest." Su Rong looked at him sincerely, "It's not a day's work. Since Your Majesty believes in me, I also believe that Your Majesty has nothing to do with Su Xiang's death."

As soon as the ink in Yue Sheng's pen stopped, he accidentally wrote a word wrong.

He suddenly became upset, threw the pen away, and the gold-encrusted vermilion pen rolled on the memorial a few times, and scattered red stains stained the paper, dazzling like blood.

"Open the things you brought." Yue Cheng pinched his brows and ordered.

Su Rong was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he was calling himself to open the box.

Su Rong was a little embarrassed, his box was packed by a maid in the mansion, he glanced at it before leaving, it seemed to be full of red and green flowered clothes.

Sure enough, as soon as Su Rong opened the box, Yue Sheng's slender eyebrows couldn't help but twist.

"Ugly." He concluded without hesitation.

Against his undisguised disgust, Su Rong said firmly, "I like to dress like this."

Yue Cheng looked at him, and said in a calm tone, "You are lonely now, don't dress like Fu Shuigan, it's ugly."

Su Rong: "..."

Even Yue Sheng could tell that Fang Xuelan imitated Fu Shuigan's dress?

Yue Sheng: "Throw away all the clothes."

The emperor said to throw it away, so it must be thrown away.

Su Rong happened to have a suitable reason to get rid of the shadow of these clothes, and happily turned out the clothes inside, ready to throw them away.

In the end, after turning it over twice, suddenly a long strip fell to the ground with a bang, Su Rong looked down and his heart skipped a beat.

——It was the portrait that he bought from Miao Danqing by forcibly borrowing money from Fu Shuigan.

Yue Sheng opened his mouth: "What is this?"

Su Rong picked up the scroll and hid it behind his back: "...it's just a landscape painting."

Yue Sheng sat behind the case, wearing a black gold-patterned dragon robe, with two buttons unbuttoned on the top, looking a bit lazy, he said, "Open it."

Su Rong had no choice but to unfold the scroll. When Yue Cheng saw the portrait painted on it, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes gradually became angry: "Did you buy this painting?"

Fang Xuelan met him twice that day, once in Yi Shuzhai and once by the roadside. Yue Cheng thought that Fang Xuelan just bought a lot of Su Rong's scripts, but unexpectedly...

Why did Fang Xuelan hide Su Rong's portrait?

How dare he?

"Fang Xuelan," Yue Sheng pressed the edge of the case with one hand, and slowly tightened it, his voice was cold, "What are you thinking about Su Rong?"

Su Rong: "..."

"I saw this painting after His Majesty left Yi Shuzhai that day." Su Rong took a breath, trying to make his words seem more believable, "Nowadays, there are very few portraits of Su Xiang in the world, and Xuelan is reluctant to part with Miao Danqing's. The painting was destroyed."

Yue Sheng said in a deep voice: "Since you have seen Gu, you should know that this painting was painted by Gu Ming."

Su Rong handed the painting to him with an innocent tone: "Then return it to His Majesty now?"

"..." Yue Cheng was silent for a moment, obviously looking like he was about to explode, but for some reason he endured it, and only said: "Put it on the shelf behind."

Su Rong put the scroll down, remembered something again, and said tentatively, "Your Majesty, I spent a lot of money to buy this painting."

Yue Sheng was calming down the anger in his heart, and frowned upon hearing this: "What?"

Su Rong: "I borrowed a lot of money from General Fu, and I haven't paid him back yet."

Yue Sheng: "..."

Su Rong deeply doubted that Yue Sheng wanted to beat himself out with a stick right now.

Unexpectedly, Yue Cheng was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Gu can pay back the money for you first."

Su Rong became vigilant, and Yue Sheng continued: "Make a written statement, and you will return it to Gu in the future."

He tapped the water-patterned paper on the imperial case with his fingers, and his tone could not hear any emotion: "Gu Nian, you write."

Su Rong was shocked. Yue Sheng took all the real estate he left three years ago, and now he is forcing himself to take on debts. Is the wolf cub so short of money?

"...or it can be offset with the monthly salary."

With Yue Sheng's abnormal appearance, Su Rong really didn't dare to follow his path, so he said, "I will be His Majesty's imperial bodyguard, and I don't need a penny, as long as I have food and shelter."

Yue Sheng said indifferently: "What do you think you are? Ten years' salary is not worth the money you owe Gu Gu."

Su Rong had no choice but to go behind the imperial case, took a brush, and was about to dip it in ink, but found that the inkstone was empty, not a drop of ink.

Yue Sheng looked at his profile and said, "Waiting for Gu to grind it for you?"

Su Rong wanted to smear his face with a brush.

But even though he thought so in his heart, there was no impatient expression on Su Rong's face. He casually took the inkstone from the side, poured clear water into the inkstone, and began to grind the ink slowly.

After grinding for a while, Su Rong couldn't help turning his face, and asked Yue Sheng next to him, "What is Your Majesty looking at me for?"

Yue Sheng's eyes were a little weird, Su Rong thought to himself, did he make a mistake in the way he grinds ink? It shouldn't be, he used to...

"Su Xiang used to be the lonely grand tutor." Yue Cheng said suddenly, but Su Rong didn't react, and said "ah" in a daze.

"When Gu was young, he often went to the palace to teach Gu's homework." Yue Sheng lowered his eyelashes, as if he was simply nostalgic for the past, "At that time, there were few slaves around, so most of the ink used by Gu when he wrote was handwritten by the Taifu himself. researched."

Su Rong nodded. In fact, he no longer remembered such trivial things as who studied ink, but he was deeply impressed by Yue Sheng's stubbornness when he was a child.

The most vivid memory is that Yue Sheng refused to listen to the lecture one day, so he knocked over the inkstone and splashed black ink all over Su Rong.

Coincidentally, Su Rong's clothes that day were new clothes made of Bixueluo awarded by the late emperor.

The edge is decorated with dark broken patterns, which is three points whiter than snow, but not deserted, soft and delicate like green willows in spring, priceless and extremely valuable.

Su Rong liked this dress very much, but Yue Sheng raised his hand and threw the entire inkstone on him.

The black ink dyed the black and white robe, Su Rong was stunned for a moment, and was rarely angry.

The consequence of Su Rong's anger is that he did not enter the palace to teach Yue Sheng for more than ten consecutive days, and he also wanted to take the opportunity to teach this little wolf cub a lesson.

As a result, after Su Rong went down to court another day, he was suddenly blocked by Yue Sheng at the gate of the palace.

The rebellious little prince looked angry and disappointed, and still tightly clutched a small bundle in his hand.

"I went to ask Father." The two stalemate for a moment, Yue Sheng spoke first, with a hoarse voice, "He still has a Bixueluo, here, you can use it to make clothes."

He clenched his fists and stared at Su Rong viciously, looking brave and vulnerable: "If you don't come to the palace to teach me again, I will report to the emperor and punish you for negligence of duty!"

Su Rong studied the ink absently, and sighed softly in his heart.

Yue Sheng was extremely stubborn when he was a child, and he was not willing to ask for help easily, let alone the late emperor who had no relationship with him.It was difficult for this boy to intercede with the first emperor that time.

"How long are you going to grind?" Yue Cheng's voice rang next to his ears, Su Rong was slightly taken aback, paused his hands, and turned to find Yue Sheng's indifferent handsome face.

He took half a step back calmly, and put down Mo Ding: "Your Majesty, read it, what kind of evidence do you want me to make?"

Yue Cheng seemed to have inadvertently approached him a little bit, and didn't look at Su Rong at this time, but took a memorial from the case, unfolded it, and said, "In March of the sixth year of Qianrong, Fang Xuelan was in debt... ...how much silver?"

"...3 taels," Su Rong asked doubtfully after finishing speaking, "Is this all?"

"Okay," Yue Cheng glanced at him, "pass the paper to Gu."

He took the paper that Su Rong was writing on, and immediately frowned sharply. It took a while before he said, "Fang Xuelan, your handwriting is so ugly?"

Su Rong was calm and composed: "I'm ashamed, I didn't care about reading since I was a child, so my handwriting was ugly."

When he came here on the first day, he studied Fang Xuelan's handwriting. Although he couldn't learn Fang Xuelan's handwriting perfectly in a hurry, it should be enough to fool Yue Sheng right now.

Sure enough, Yue Sheng put the paper on the case, and Su Rong found that he seemed a little obviously disappointed.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, and the imperial study room fell into silence.

After a while, Yue Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and regained his expressionless indifference: "Okay, go out and let Ji Fu take you to Baohua Palace, and you will live there from now on."

Before Su Rong took his suitcase and left, Yue Cheng, who was sitting behind the case, didn't know what to think, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "From now on, you are not allowed to hide anything about Prime Minister Su."

Su Rong turned to look at him, and heard Yue Sheng say, "You have no right to touch his things."

Whoa, brat.Su Rong thought to himself.

Su Rong suddenly felt rebellious, and replied, "Then why did Your Majesty hide Su Xiang's underwear privately?"

He also put it in a box, put it in a small dark room, and talked to himself in front of the box, what a little pervert.Being so young is a little pervert, and he will definitely be a big pervert in the future.

After Su Rong said this, he slipped away without waiting for Yue Sheng to respond.

Yue Sheng: "..."

He sat indifferently for a while, and waited for the heat in his ears to subside, then lowered his eyes to look at the "IOU" left by Su Rong.

The handwriting was crooked, scrawled and soft, and it seemed to be exactly the same as Fang Xuelan's handwriting that Yue Sheng knew.

Yue Sheng irritably crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket by the table, when there was a slight sound, his mind suddenly moved.

Yue Cheng tapped on the edge of the table, and said, "Blood knife."

A figure came in from the window, and before Yue Cheng could speak, he bowed his head and said, "This subordinate is incompetent, and I haven't found out whether there is anything unusual about Mr. Fang's origin yet."

With a casual expression, Yue Sheng motioned his subordinates to look at the wastebasket, and said, "Take this note, and ask someone to compare it with Fang Xuelan's handwriting in the past."

After his subordinates left, Yue Sheng got up from his seat, walked to the window, and looked out.

Fang Xuelan hadn't gone far yet, from this angle, he could see his water-red back from a distance, with a well-proportioned figure and an elegant demeanor.

Yue Sheng rested his hand on the window sill, and inadvertently exerted some strength to squeeze the wood under his hand.

For some reason, when he saw Fang Xuelan's actions when he was studying ink, he suddenly had a very ridiculous guess in his heart.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-0900:00:00~2020-11-0923:01:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Tianyi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!