Am I a scumbag?

Fortunately, that "King Lan" did not kill the king on the spot in the end.

But his temper is also quite explosive.

Turning around and directly smashing the emperor's bedroom, Yan Yuliang was stunned.

Now, he couldn't help but seriously began to think about how useless he was as the emperor of a country before he lost his memory, so that he could let his subordinates bully the emperor like this, pinch and chop him wantonly, and dare to smash his palace openly ?

Lan Wang was so angry that no one dared to stop him.

In just a moment, the Qianxiang jade yarn on the dragon bed was torn.

The bead curtains were torn off and scattered all over the floor, and the jade vases, jade pots, hanging paintings and books were all swept to the ground by the saber.

But Lan Wang still didn't let go of his anger, and continued to crush the broken white porcelain into powder with his slender fingers in the mess with a hostile face.

"..."

The maids of the guards only knew that both of them were kneeling miserably, kowtowing and wiping their tears.

Yan Yuliang moved secretly.

Dragging his wounded body, he moved along the wide dragon bed without any trace.

Nonsense, of course I have to move, first find a safe corner to cat!

Jun Luo Pingyang was bullied by his ministers.

And he has amnesia and is seriously injured and incapable of resisting, of course, he can do it for a while.It's no joke that so many bottles and cans were so sharp and smashed to the ground.

result--

"Azhao?"

A gust of cold and fragrant wind hits the face, and the deep and dangerous tone of gnashing of teeth is in the ears.

"Azhao, where do you want to run?"

Ow!No, I didn't run away!Pain, pain, cool!

"Now, Yan Zhao, do you think your tricks are still believed?"

His face was moved by cold hands.The man's lake-colored eyes were dyed thin red, and his fingertips tightened again as he pinched his neck.

"Act again? Why don't you continue acting?" He gritted his teeth, "Continue acting, keep pretending? Don't you recognize me?"

QvQ I didn't pretend, nor did I act!

"Zhen," he at this moment, as a garbage emperor who is obviously worse than a dog, yelled "Zhen" with a guilty conscience, his eyes were sincere and painful, "Ai Qing! I really... I don't remember anything! "

"Yan Zhao, you are courting death!!!"

"..."

"..."

"Okay, okay, you win."

The fingers on the neck were cold, and the strength slowly disappeared.

Lan Wangxuan's sleeves were hanging down, as if he had lost all his strength, his long hair was messy and scattered, and his cold and gloomy face was full of disheartened self-mockery.

"You won. Ah Zhao, you sure enough, huh... have no heart at all."

Yan Yuliang: "..."

Why.Hey, no, wait, wait a minute.So what, big beauty, big beauty, you can talk well if you have something to say.

You, you, just, don't cry?

The man in front of him turned his face sideways, raised a twisted and wry smile viciously, and gritted his teeth with an extremely sinister and terrifying expression.

But Yan Yuliang still saw that he was trying his best to bear it, and there was still something crystal and translucent slipping quietly onto the sharp-edged jaw.

Yan Yuliang: "~~~"

Let's face it, he's a bit deceitful to this fierce beauty who yells at him.

But just like any ancient fool who is not firm in his stand and easily confused by beauty, he is heartbroken when he knows that the beauty is thorny and poisonous, but the beauty still sheds tears.

Well, whatever.

The widow is indeed sick, and the widow is really lustful.

The widows pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, but the beauty is dejected!

Just when Yan Yuliang even moved his fingers secretly, trying to dare to shed tears for the beauty, he suddenly felt his chest stagnate, and then his eyes darkened.

"Azhao?"

"Woo..." A mouthful of sticky, fishy and sweet blood gushed out of his mouth, Yan Yuliang's heart sank, and he said it was not good.

I can't breathe.

I'm afraid that the moment he woke up, he was hacked, pinched and jumped up and down in various ways, causing the wound to open?

It's over.

I'm bored, and my back is starting to feel cold. I'm afraid this time... I'm going to die!

There was a whirlwind of chaos in my ears.The screaming and crying of the maid, the chaotic footsteps of the people, the shadows of the lights, and the cold hands hugging him tightly.

As he was dying, Yan Yuliang heard the man yelling at him and threatening him harshly, his voice distorted.

Over and over again with a shy voice, like a curse, "A Zhao, A Zhao..."

……

In a deep coma, Yan Yuliang had a dream.

Dreaming back to some old things.

That was many years ago.He is not yet an emperor, but just an idler second prince, cheerful, unruly and mischievous, he often sneaks to the East City of the capital to buy folk pornographic novels.

Among all kinds of bizarre and vulgar stories, there was one that particularly impressed Yan Yuliang——

The story is like this.

It is said that in a certain dynasty, a useless dog emperor accepted a beautiful male pet, but because he was too obsessed with the male pet, he obeyed and obeyed him so much that the male pet was ambitious and powerful.

However, the male favorite is not interested in changing dynasties.

So in name the dog emperor is still the dog emperor, but in fact he has long been reduced to a puppet on a string and a bird in a cage for the regent ministers. He is favored by the powerful ministers and male pets on the dragon bed every day to make sauces and stuffing, and he has to listen to the powerful ministers for everything.

The majestic king of a country serves people with color.

The tiger wept and felt unwilling, but dared not speak out.

He is born with a lack of brains, and every time he makes a little private move, he will be seen through by the powerful man's favorite, and the ending can only be exchanged for more "punishments" and unreasonable demands. Finally couldn't get out of bed.

The ending of the story is naturally that the emperor lived a lifetime of peace and happiness under the influence of male pets.

Pair it with all kinds of indescribable pictures of spring boudoir on the dragon bed, and the short story book ends.

"..."

Although Yan Yuliang knew that the script was just a random compilation by a third-rate scholar, he still remembered that when he closed the script, his heart was filled with infinite sympathy for the dog emperor.

It's miserable, it's really miserable.

The puppet dog emperor in this storybook is so miserable.

But at that time, how could he have imagined that the familiar scene in the short story book would appear in his life when he later became the emperor.

A useless dog emperor with amnesia, and a surly minister of human rights.

The lesson from the past is simply that those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry.

How sad!

……

Yan Yuliang wakes up leisurely.

His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, but he could already hear the sounds around him clearly.

The icy orchid incense on King Lan's body floated around him, refreshing.

On the other side, there were rustling footsteps and a scent of herbs, and the old doctor's trembling and chattering voice came over: "Your Majesty is weak and needs rest, and you must not get out of bed, be angry, or be sexually active for at least half a month." ..."

After talking about this, the old doctor ordered a lot of things like the use of medicinal materials and rest.

There was a slight pain in the left wrist.

He was pricked by the old doctor with a silver needle.

Just stick it, even if it is a real dragon emperor, it is commonplace to get a needle when you are sick or in disaster.

But the needle on this wrist was nothing more than that, but the other wrist was not idle either.

There is some cool and gentle touch, pecking and pecking.There was a burst of crispness and numbness.

It was Lan Wang who was holding his right hand, kissing and biting his fingertips.

Yan Yuliang: "..."

Miserable.

The old doctor is really miserable.

It is very difficult for an old man to go into the palace tremblingly to get a pulse diagnosis when he is very old, but he still has to give needles while watching the regent act as if no one is around to blaspheme the king.It is, alas.

After a while, another footstep came from outside.

It seemed to be the eunuch in red, with a deep and melodious voice: "Master, Your Majesty has been in a coma for three whole days. You are busy with the floods in the southwest every day, and guarding Your Majesty all night at night. You always don't eat or sleep. It's too much!"

Lan Wang ignored it.

The cold long hair and lips continued to rub against Yan Yuliang's fingertips.

The eunuch sighed, and said again: "Master, look at you, you can't even hold the pen steadily. The imperial doctor asked Fu Ling to write it down for you! Don't worry, master, Fu Ling promises to memorize every word carefully and never miss it."

King Lan: "No need."

The eunuch couldn't help but was a little anxious: "Master, why do you have to blame yourself so much?"

"The imperial physician has already said that His Majesty's vomiting of blood and fainting this time is definitely not because the master lost his temper in a moment of panic, but clearly, it is because His Majesty has been in a coma for more than two months and has little food and water. His Majesty is just - just fainted from hunger! "

Yan Yuliang: "???"

Yan Yuliang: "..."

Come on, as expected of me.

"The vomited blood is all waste blood. It's a good thing to be able to vomit it. Master, just believe what the imperial physician said once. Your Majesty is fine and will recover soon. On the contrary, you have been ill for the past few months. You have to think more about your own body!"

King Lan: "Noisy."

"Fuling, if you have nothing else to do, go to Shangshu Pavilion and bring those unapproved papers to me."

Fu Ling: "Master, do you still want to critique papers?! You haven't slept for a few days?"

King Lan: "Flooding in Luoshui has affected the people, everything is urgent, go and get it."

The eunuch in red was reluctant, but he couldn't resist him, and backed away with a long sigh.

The hall became quiet, only the crackling of the candles.

After a while, the red-clothed Fuling came back, and since he couldn't persuade King Lan, he had no choice but to send someone to make supper while picking up the booklet.

The hot sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice balls, with a hint of sweetness, make the lying feast cool and greedy.

Hearing the sound, Lan Wang did not move a word.

The bedroom was quiet, only the sound of Lan Wang dipping in ink when he was reviewing the memorial under the candlelight.

Flooding in Luoshui...

Yan Yuliang lay on the bed, closed his eyes and pondered.

This winter flood in Luoshui, Southwest China is really troublesome.In their big summer, there is always once every few years.

The last catastrophe was three years ago, and the last one was seven years ago.Similar floods always come every three or four years. The upper reaches have been raining in late autumn, and then the lower reaches have suffered disasters.

Every winter flood, the imperial court has to receive a lot of papers, and it is very busy.

In fact, the disaster area is vast and full of mountains, rivers and hills, the roads are difficult to walk, and there are many people.The imperial court has been busy, opening warehouses to release grain, lobbying wealthy households, and moving quickly, but also preventing officials from delaying their work, shirking each other, enriching their own pockets, and so on.

Every time the flood control consumes a lot of manpower and material resources, promoting and rewarding a group of good officials who have worked hard afterwards, and punishing a group of corrupt officials, the whole country is tantamount to peeling off a layer of skin.It is always just after the investigation, and a new round of winter floods will soon come again.

Yan Yuliang has always known that this matter cannot be so exhausting all the time.

In the final analysis, if the silt at the bottom of the Luoshui River is not cleared and the river course is not widened, it will always be a temporary solution, not the root cause.

However, if you want to cure the symptoms, you have to spend a lot of money to find capable people. However, although the imperial court has a surplus in the treasury in recent years, the northern desert country has been acting stupidly, and the various ethnic groups in the south are also dishonest, let alone Guangkai. Frequent visits from Western countries on the route...

It is necessary to have friendly relations, but also to find ways to deter these foreign countries. It also requires racking their brains and a lot of money.

well.It is really difficult for a huge country, internal and external troubles, and complicated affairs.

If you want to solve it, you have to take it one by one slowly, it will not be done in a day.

"..."

Look at his amnesiac, absolutely.

I have forgotten all my own affairs, but I will remember the important affairs of the country more clearly than anything else at that time, and I have not forgotten a single thing!

Of course, it's not just national affairs.

He doesn't even remember his last name, but he still remembers that he was an idle second prince before he came to the throne.

He even remembered that his second prince was a concubine.

...Thinking about it this way, I don't panic anymore.

Although amnesia, fortunately not everything is forgotten.

Then since I can still think of some old times in my dream, maybe after two years of taking care of my body, I will remember everything again.

At that time, you will know how stupid you are to be bullied by powerful officials.

And, what kind of relationship is there with this powerful minister and great beauty King Lan?

"..."

However.

The relationship between him and Lan Wang seems to be ready to emerge without restoring his memory.

After all, what else could it matter?

As soon as the dignified emperor woke up, he ran into a stunning high-ranking official who pinched and chopped him, utterly disobedient, accusing him sharply of being heartless with red eyes.

But after his eyes darkened and passed out, she watched over him non-stop to take care of him and secretly kissed his fingers.

It's all like this, what can the king of a country think?

All kinds of signs can not be more clear at a glance when combined with the blueprint of the story of the male favorite of the powerful minister and the dog emperor.

Probably the only difference is that in the short story book, from the beginning to the end, only the dog emperor yelled at the powerful minister's male favorite, but the powerful minister's male favorite was always smiling.

After all, the men in the scriptures are all beneficiaries.

He is proud of the spring breeze all day long and satisfied in bed, even if he is bitten by the dog emperor with red eyes and barking twice, it is all fun.How can you hate the emperor?

The situation on his side is obviously much more complicated.

Lan Wang felt sorry for him, but at the same time he was red-eyed and wanted to hack him to death and strangle him to death.

Yan Yuliang: "..."

So, what kind of unusual dog emperor did he have to be before he lost his memory, so that such a beautiful and arrogant minister of human rights could love him and want him to live, hate him and want him to die?

The house is quiet.

Suddenly, there was a burst of fragrance.

King Lan leaned down, rubbed his cold hair against his cheek, and said in a low and dangerous voice, "Ah Zhao, are you awake?"

"..."

"Is it fun to pretend to be sleeping?"

"……………………"

No, it's not fun!Yan Yuliang instantly stiffened in bed.

Lan Wang stretched out his ice-cold fingers, once again choking Emperor Dog's fate by the throat.