Correct posture of masochism [system]

Jiang Yu thought that Song Yan would not hand over Qiu Yu, and he was ready to take the opportunity to suppress him, but he was caught off guard and saw a human head in the package brought by the other party, the incision was white with flesh and tendons, Obviously well-washed, it's disgusting.

This is dead?He still hasn't decided whether to bring this brother who is half the blood of the original owner to meet the one in the harem.

"Your Majesty, this subject has a problem." Song Yan tilted his head, took out a navy blue handkerchief from his cuff, and gently wiped his fingers, "I don't like letting others interfere with me, so I deal with it first. I hope His Majesty doesn't mind."

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, and waved his hands to ask Xiao Quanzi to take the head away. Little Quanzi glanced at it and met the pair of staring eyes on the table. He left without looking at his nose and nose.

Dead people are the least scary thing in this world. Little Quan knows it, and everyone in the palace knows it.

The atmosphere in the study room became weird. Jiang Yu looked at the man with lowered eyebrows, who looked very gentle and elegant, and said with a smile, "President Song killed relatives righteously, I appreciate it very much."

There was an indescribable light hidden in Song Yan's eyes, "Your Majesty won't ask what happened?"

Jiang Yu said sternly, "No need, I trust Prime Minister Song."

After a long time, Song Yan smiled lightly, obviously a soft and warm smile, but it made Jiang Yu's back covered with a layer of small bumps, stretching all the way up, and even the back of his neck was chilly.

The atmosphere became more and more strange, after a while of silence, Jiang Yu laughed dryly, "The weather is fine today, Prime Minister Song will accompany me to the Imperial Garden?"

Knowing that the other party would definitely push it down due to his busy schedule, he just said it casually, but this time the other party didn't know which muscle was in the wrong place, so he nodded calmly and said yes.

Jiang Yu's temples twitched, and he was caught off guard for the second time today. He had to find a way to complete the task and leave early.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Yu suddenly remembered something, and he asked in his heart, "000, did you not tell me all the information about Song Yan?"

"Ding, the system shows signs of collapse and is currently trying to repair it."

"... Back off."

It's already cold winter, and some of the flowers and plants in the imperial garden have withered, and some are in bloom, such as the plum blossoms dotted inside, and the bright red in full bloom.

Jiang Yu and Song Yan strolled along the path, one expressionless, the other smiling, the palace maids and eunuchs following behind were panting in fear, and tied their heads on their belts carefully, lest something would happen.

"It seems that there are more fish in this lotus pond than in the past few days." Jiang Yu looked around leisurely and found a topic at random.

"Your Majesty, that is a withered lotus leaf." Song Yan glanced at it.

Jiang Yu's footsteps faltered, his facial muscles twitched, Song Yan's lips curled up slightly, and he looked in a good mood.

Xiao Quanzi took the lead, and everyone's eyes secretly wandered between the two figures in front, His Majesty was deflated.

Jiang Yu glanced at it from the corner of his eyes in agitation, and the next moment he squinted his eyes and smiled, he motioned for the other party to look, and said faintly, "Mr. Song, I'm talking about that fish.

Song Yan turned his head to look for the line of sight, a palm-sized black fish slowly swam out from behind the withered lotus leaf, wagging its tail, and vomited a bubble.

A dark light flickered in the depths of his eyes, "It's the minister's eyesight."

It was Xiao Quanzi who took the lead, and everyone lowered their heads even more by coincidence, and Prime Minister Song was deflated.

After all, the fish was wrong, it was not hiding at the bottom of the water, and it was not the right time to run out.

This time, Jiang Yu was in a better mood. As he was walking, he was about to find an excuse to escape, when he suddenly noticed an uncomfortable line of sight on the left side. When he looked, there was only a little boy standing timidly there. , seems to be scared again after thinking about it, looking very pitiful.

Jiang Yu should express his affection and reason, "Ci'er, come here."

Ji Chu shook off the eunuchs behind him and trotted to salute Jiang Yu, her eyes wishing to rest on Song Yan who was on the side.

"Eyes should be used to see the way." Jiang Yu's eyes flicked across Song Yan's face with no meaning.

"Oh."

Ji Chu nodded obediently, and walked beside Song Yan, peeking at him from time to time, Song Yan was chatting with Jiang Yu one after another, not talking about political affairs, just talking about unrefined nonsense.

Ji Chu, who had been neglected all this time, suddenly slipped. Jiang Yu and Song Yan watched the big splash on the water surface in silence for the first time, and they raised their hands to wipe off the splashed water droplets on their faces at the same step strangely.

The second prince fell into the water, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. Everyone jumped into it in a panic, like dumpling, and quickly carried him ashore.

No matter how wet the weather was, it was still terribly cold. Ji Chu's lips turned purple from the cold, and his small face was washed clean by water. He leaned into Song Yan's arms tremblingly, "Uncle, I'm cold..."

Jiang Yu next to him couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and the corners of his eyes twitched. His acting skills are so high that he can compete with him for the Golden Statue Award at such a young age.

"Send the second prince back." Song Yan spoke softly, but he parted the two little hands that were holding onto his lapel, almost indifferent.

After half an hour, Jiang Yu leaned on the couch and frowned. He remembered the strange look in Xiao Quanzi's eyes. It was indeed a little unreasonable for an emperor to come back with a wet courtier to change his clothes.

Song Yan, who came out in a blue brocade suit, adjusted the jade pendant on his waist. He leaned against the edge of the table and stared at the childish face of the boy on the couch. cold.

"If you want to take what you want from me, let me see what you can do..."

The boy's eyelashes opened suddenly, and the sharp light inside them shot straight like a sharp arrow.

Song Yan didn't seem to notice, he leaned over and pulled the blanket up, and said in a concerned tone, "Your Majesty, be careful not to catch a cold."

Jiang Yu shuddered as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, and instantly woke up. All the light in his eyes was replaced by pure colors, and he smiled hypocritically, "The clothes are very suitable for Prime Minister Song."

Song Yan suddenly raised his arm, as if he was going to touch Jiang Yu's face, Jiang Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand and waved it away, his fingertips moved, a little numb, the momentary touch seemed to touch something other than cold thing.

"What's your Majesty panicking about?" Song Yan chuckled.

"I thought I was still dreaming just now." Jiang Yu yawned, "It's getting late, I sent someone to send Prime Minister Song back."

After Song Yan left, anger and annoyance gradually emerged on Jiang Yu's face. He was talking nonsense with Eleven too late last night, otherwise he wouldn't have taken a nap in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan was sitting in the carriage with half-lidded eyelashes, and looked at the tiny scratch on the back of his hand with a low smile. He covered it with a handkerchief, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he waited for the little guy to take the initiative to tear off the layer of camouflage , standing naked before him.

Concubine Jin went to pay her respects to Empress Dowager Cen that night, with a particularly sad face. Empress Dowager Cen didn't say a word about what she heard, until she was out of breath, and then asked slowly, "Sister, but What's the problem?"

"Thank you, sister, for your concern." Concubine Jin sighed, and tapped her handkerchief at the corners of her eyes, "It's Yuer, he fell into the water in the afternoon and got a cold."

When she heard how such a small child could stumble and fall in, Empress Dowager Cen trembled with laughter, "My sister is wrong, I have feet."

Concubine Jin's expression froze, and she clenched the veil in her hand, "What my sister said is, it must be because I'm too playful."

"It's not good for a child to be too playful. My sister should pay more attention to it, and tell him what things should not be touched in time, so as not to regret it later." The Empress Dowager Cen stretched out her hand, "Sister, look at the new one made by the Ai family. Does the armor look good?"

Concubine Jin shrunk her fingers into the palm of her hand to cover up the peach pink color, she smiled and said, "It looks good."

Empress Dowager Cen touched the red armor, "Ai Jia also likes it, but this color is more suitable for my sister."

It's a pity you didn't have this life.

Concubine Jin couldn't even breathe out this time, she went out of the palace overnight and returned to her mother's house.

Song Yan, who was wearing a coat, lowered his head and put his long hair back casually, frowned and said, "The concubine shouldn't meet the minister at this time."

Hearing his cold tone, Concubine Jin's heart also turned cold, and the words she had thought up on the road suddenly became stuck in her throat.

"Brother, it's just you and sister now, and we're not in the palace, so why should we be so divided?"

Song Yan stopped the servant who was about to close the door, he stood at the door and bent slightly, "The concubine came so late, what's the matter?"

"Brother, I have relied on you since I was a child." Concubine Jin put her cloak together and said softly, "He caught the wind and cold today and asked you when you will teach him how to play chess."

"The second prince is intelligent by nature, and he will be able to make a difference when he comes to Fandi in the future." Song Yan's voice was cool, and a simple sentence contained too many meanings.

Concubine Jin's face turned pale in an instant, "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Song Yandan said.

Concubine Jin swayed, she supported the door frame to prevent herself from losing her composure, and said awkwardly, "It turns out that sister misjudged the person."

In the past, the siblings who had had several heart-to-heart talks in this family stood inside and outside the door, and the awkward atmosphere spread. I don't know when they became estranged. Maybe those so-called family ties didn't exist in the first place.

After a long time, Concubine Jin turned around with an unbearable expression, and behind her was Song Yan's neither humble nor overbearing voice, "I respectfully send off Concubine Tai."

The next day Jiang Yu received a memorial in the court hall, saying that Ji Bai encountered a bandit on his way back, and although his life was fine, unfortunately he lost a leg.

About ten days later, the traveling team entered the city. As the emperor, Jiang Yu was supposed to greet him in person. When he saw the people surrounded by them, he was a little surprised at the decadence of the other party, "Uncle Emperor, just come back."

Ji Bai's whole body seemed to be hollowed out. For such a cold and arrogant person, losing a leg was tantamount to losing all his dignity.

"Your Majesty, I feel unwell."

"Then the uncle is resting at home well, if you have any needs, you can tell me."

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes and watched Ji Bai being supported to leave. After communicating with those Ji Bai's party, he went back to the palace and went straight to the study. Looking at the man in black below, he patted the dragon chair and said with a smile, "Come and have a seat." This location."

A clear daze appeared on Shi Qi's exposed half of his face, and he stood there with his lips stiffened, motionless.

There was malicious teasing in Jiang Yu's smile, "Do you dare to disobey the order?"

As a subordinate, he definitely wouldn't dare, Shi Qi walked towards the dragon chair step by step, and sat down with his back straightened, as if he was stiff from head to toe.

Jiang Yu took a look at it meaningfully, touched his chin, and said to himself, "That's right, it will look more like a dragon robe."

Shi Qi sat on a chair, wearing black clothes with that grimace mask, like a Rakshasa.

"Go and catch up with Eleven, he said he missed you so much that he couldn't sleep." Jiang Yu waved his hand lazily, and walked briskly out of the study room, he didn't see the man on the chair touching the armrests on both sides, his eyes flashed And the light that passed.

Jiang Yu went alone to meet the two hidden guards who were in the barracks. They followed one of the generals who had been in Feng Yicheng for many years.

Feng Yicheng is brave and good at fighting, and holds the military power in his hands. He has been used to being arrogant and domineering these years. Jiang Yu asked the two secret guards to control the leaders of other branches no matter what method they used, and ordered Eleven to collect some information to threaten the court. The prestige minister then urged officials from all over the country to report Feng Yicheng's crimes.

In doing so, I only hope that Feng Yicheng will take the initiative to hand over the soldiers of the Hei Ling Army, and if he is aware of the current affairs, he should retreat bravely.

He is not afraid that Feng Yicheng will rebel if he is in a hurry. Not to mention that his name is not right and his words are not right, those soldiers may not all be willing to betray their country and make their wives and children suffer. Besides, there is Song Yan's big Buddha standing there , the other party dare not.

Feng Yicheng was training soldiers when he received the news, he snapped off the spear in his hand on the spot in anger, with a snap, the soldiers around looked at each other in shock.

"Hahahahaha my lord, are you looking at whether the minister dares?"

When Seventeen said that Feng Yicheng led the troops into the city and came towards the palace, Jiang Yu angrily threw away all the memorials on the table, his breathing became heavy, Feng Yicheng is really a reckless man.

Is he not paying attention to the puppet emperor, or is he provoking the sincerity of Song Yan, the assistant minister?

"I need to leave the palace immediately."

Jiang Yu looked at Shiqi and said meaningfully, "You don't have to protect anyone's life in this palace, don't let yourself get hurt."

Shi Qi paused for a moment, then lowered his head in response.

Jiang Yu had his own plans, purely for the task, but he didn't know that his words sounded different to Shi Qi.

But Song Yan in the mansion heard about it before Jiang Yu, and sat in the courtyard with a jug of wine, two wine glasses and a few side dishes on the table, ready to wait for someone.

At dusk at sunset, Jiang Yu, who took off his dragon robe, came here alone, without even needing to give an announcement, walked to the yard as if in a deserted place, according to the memory in his mind, and saw the figure he was looking for sitting in front of the stone table.

He sat on the opposite seat and filled the empty wine glass and took a sip. The cool wine swirled around in his mouth and slid down his throat. Gradually, his confused thoughts became clear when he rushed over. There was a wild flame in his eyes, "Song Yan, you promised the late emperor to protect this country for me, but it still counts?"

Jiang Yu called him by his first name, his face was no longer the usual smirk, and there was no panic in his voice, he was calm and fierce, "Feng Yi City is about to attack, and I plan to replace it. I order you to defend it, can you do it?" arrive?"

He was clearly in a dangerous situation, but there was no trace of distress in his tone.

Jiang Yu put down the wine glass, put the tip of his tongue between his lips and teeth and slowly savored the mellow aroma of the wine, and let out a voice from his nose, "Huh?"

Song Yan, who had been silent for a long time, stared straight at the young man who seemed to have changed into a different person in front of him. The truth under the hypocrisy was so dazzling, he slowly narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

Unable to wait for the answer, Jiang Yu approached a little closer, and could almost see the smile bursting out of the other party's dark eyes, similar to the satisfaction of waiting for a fish to take the bait.

He suppressed the blue veins protruding from his forehead, and asked again in a low voice, "Can it be done?"

Song Yan stroked the edge of the wine glass with his fingers, turned around and raised his head to drink it up, smiling slightly, "More than enough."