Surrounded by strong ministers

Han Su turned his head sideways in response, and at a glance he saw Xiao Zong, who was standing outside the pavilion and dressed in casual clothes.

"Your Majesty!" He calmly lifted the hem of his clothes and got up from the front of the guqin.

Xiao Zong stood outside the pavilion, watching the Taifu approaching him.

Just like the low and unrecognizable sound when pressing the piano, Han Su's face was also very calm, except for the flash of surprise, there was only a little dull expression, which had nothing to do with the noisy music. The intense emotion befits the song of gold and stone.

Xiao Zong thought that only his Taifu could maintain such a calm and composed face, playing the tune that was as sharp as swords and swords, and roared like thousands of horses galloping.

Can't help sighing secretly, Xiao Zong stepped forward and gently supported the bamboo pavilion, Han Su, who was about to kneel down to salute, said with a light smile, "I'm going to visit in private, so I can avoid those red tapes, and the Taifu doesn't need to be too polite." But he couldn't help but looked at Han Su carefully again.When he was playing the piano just now, he looked at the figure of the Taifu and clearly felt that there was an aura that he was not familiar with flowing around the Taifu, and he seemed a little restless in his awe-inspiring manner, but now it seemed that nothing was there, it was still That gentle and steady Han Su.

"What's wrong with the emperor?" Han Su straightened up, seeing the emperor looking at him, and said with a smile.He was half a head taller than Xiao Zong, with his shoulders straightened, and he stood in front of Xiao Zong with a long body. Although his body no longer had the golden and stone posture that surprised Xiao Zong, he naturally couldn't hide the feeling of looking down.

Xiao Zong's eyes couldn't help but glanced back and forth on the Tai Tuo's figure, he was stunned for a moment, and honestly sighed: "It's nothing, I just feel that every time I see the Tai Tuo, I feel more and more different." He sighed Looking around in a blink of an eye, he saw two rattan chairs and a small rattan table next to the white tea tree on the other side of the bamboo pavilion, "The Taifu's residence is so elegant, let me sit by the pavilion." Then he walked slowly to that secluded corner, and said casually, "I went out of the palace today for a walk in the imperial city, and before I knew it, I came to your mansion. I wanted to see what you were doing but no one informed me, but it seems , disturbed the Taifu's Qin Xing."

Han Su followed Xiao Zong half a step behind, "I don't know that the emperor is here, so I was really disrespectful."

"Han Su," Xiao Zong turned around, and smiled indifferently, "In your house, it's just you and me, why bother to show such courtesy."

The two wicker chairs next to the white tea tree are placed facing west. It is the time of sunset, and the sunset is slanting from the western sky, and the small garden is dyed with halo, adding a bit of tranquility.

Xiao Zong turned around and sat on the rattan chair, "I always thought that the Tai Tuo was dignified and elegant, with the charm of a literati, but today I happened to see you playing the ancient song "Wind and Silence Sand", which really made me feel a little bit at a loss. The gold and iron horses are majestic and majestic in the midst of chilling, Majestic, it turns out that Tai Tuo has a great heart." Seemingly still a little infected by the zither music, Xiao Zong looked at the rare red cloud in the late autumn, with a faint smile and a bit of comfort in his eyes and brows.

Han Su sat on another wicker chair across the small table. Hearing this, his expression remained calm. He fixedly looked at Xiao Zong whose gaze fell in the distance, and fell silent for a while: "The emperor praised me, I played the piano carelessly today. But I couldn't hold it back for a while, so I just let it out."

"Vent?" Xiao Zong was slightly taken aback, then turned his head.

He could tell from the piano that Han Su's state of mind was not as calm as it appeared on the surface, but to vent...

vent?

Han Su didn't say anything more, it just so happened that a few maids from the Taifu's mansion came to refill tea with some dishes, Han Su poured a cup of tea and put it in Xiao Zong's hand, then said: "The emperor seldom comes out in the past. Gong, why did you come out at this hour suddenly today? But did something happen?" Glancing at Wang Rong, who was bowing to help with the cloth cakes, as if thinking of something, he asked again: "How did the emperor come to the minister's mansion? Where are the guards? ?”

Xiao Zong held the hot tea that Han Su had just brewed for him, and said nothing, his eyes clearly showed a little absent-mindedness.

In fact, he was still thinking a little bit about the word "vent".

Wang Rong on the side looked at the master, then at the Taifu, back and forth a few times, and finally looked at Han Su with a baba look that he didn't know whether he was complaining or looking for someone to support, and said in a low voice: "The emperor is sitting down. Those who left the palace in a small sedan chair got off the sedan chair not long after leaving the palace gate, leaving behind the guards who were sitting on the sedan chair and carrying the sedan chair. The emperor walked two streets in the imperial city, and on the way, he ordered Xiaowei Zhao to go to the tailor shop to buy The big cloak, and Commander Cheng to buy cakes... Only the servants followed to the Taifu's residence." As he spoke, he raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead.

Holding the teacup, Xiao Zong had already recovered his mind, glanced at the little eunuch, Wang Rong lowered his eyes and retreated far away silently.

After a moment of silence, Han Su looked at the emperor who was sipping tea lightly and didn't care about going out alone, "The situation is unstable at the moment. Although the defense of the capital has been strengthened, there must be a dark thread hiding Sima Yong somewhere. The emperor's move , not cautious, too capricious."

Hearing this, Xiao Zong raised his eyes and looked at Han Su for a moment, then put down his teacup. He had calmed down a few days ago, and the emperor's majesty overwhelmed the officials. In fact, he was not at ease. He didn't wake up until he stepped into the garden just now. Loose meaning.

Sighing slightly, Xiao Zong said lightly: "I'm not feeling well so I went out of the palace for a walk, too many people followed, adding to the obstruction." He got up from the wicker chair, took a few steps forward, and stood with his back facing Han.

At this moment, most of the sun has sunk to the ground, and only a ray of sunlight burns the sky crimson. There is some evening wind, and the wind blows Xiao Zongyue's white brocade sleeves and robes, which are faintly drawn in the light golden red dusk. Tall and elegant figure.

Han Su looked at the figure in front of him for a moment, got up slowly after a long while, and said: "The country is suffering internal disasters, the people are suffering, the war is about to start, and the future is uncertain. The emperor is very worried about these two things, so naturally he is not smooth." He walked away. Approaching Xiao Zong's side, he continued, "It's just that since the situation of the battle has been decided and irreversible, the emperor doesn't need to think about some things. Now that the soldiers and horses have not moved, the emperor's momentum has been established, the layout has been completed, and the movements of the princes are not yet ready." I don’t know, but the king of Chu has lost his chance, so he may not be able to win the hearts of the people. Although it is the first battle, he has been in charge of the army for a few months, and the general’s ability can be seen, let alone...the king of Qin entered the battle.” Han Su paused After a pause, he continued: "It's going to be winter now, and the climate in the northwest has always been harsh. The soldiers in the northwest will be tougher and more resistant to wind, snow and cold than the soldiers in Chu in the south. The weather is favorable to the emperor and Sima Yong is unfavorable."

Xiao Zong stared at the distant gaze and turned sideways, looking at the Taifu who was standing beside him with his shoulders crossed.

"Why should the emperor be too worried. What should be done, the emperor's thunderous force, has already been done. Why don't you relax and sit and watch the situation."

Xiao Zong was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled softly: "Han Su, what is on my mind and what is worrying me, I really can't hide it from you."

Let's not mention his foresight.In a word, worrying about the people, worrying about the battle with the king of Chu, and more in detail, the reaction of the princes, although Ren Buhui is not the commander in chief, but he relies heavily on him, and he is the first to take on the big responsibility. These two things worry him the most. .

They were exactly the same, and Han Su pointed them out one by one and comforted them.

"I'm almost a blank sheet of paper in front of you, Grand Tutor." Xiao Zong turned around and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance, and sighed with emotion while smiling.

Han Su's gentle voice was full of smiles, followed Xiao Zong's words, and said in a low voice: "Then, will the emperor feel uncomfortable?"

"what?"

Seeing that Xiao Zong didn't understand, so he turned his head, Han Su held back the smile on his lips, his handsome face gradually sank, revealing a serious expression: "Your Majesty makes the Emperor feel like a blank sheet of paper, will the Emperor feel uncomfortable about it?"

Xiao Zong was slightly taken aback, looking at the Taifu whose face was as heavy as water, there were some things that he had always thought were unbelievable, but he had never thought about the reason, but now it seemed that because of a question, it suddenly became clear and he had an answer.

Why is the unsmooth lingering in my heart unknowingly shallow after stepping into Taifu's mansion.Why did he feel more relaxed in front of Han Su? Although the comfort with his younger brother and nephew was different, it made him feel equally comfortable.

Not only because Han Su knew him and imagined for him, but perhaps more importantly, he was calm.Some people may know him, but they will only use it to design him; some people may want to relieve his worries, but they don't know him, or more people neither understand him nor will they wholeheartedly help him.Perhaps only Han Su not only understands him, supports him, but also confesses to him, and talks to him with his truth. He doesn't have to bother to speculate and guess, he doesn't need to be on guard, and he doesn't feel the tension like a string.

For an emperor, it is too precious.

Xiao Zong breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Han Su, I think it's good to have you."

Han Su only raised his lips slightly and didn't say anything else, but he seemed to have the answer already in his mind.

The afterglow of the sun was gradually fading. At this time, a servant bowed to Han Su and told Han Su that the dinner was ready, and asked when to serve it.

Han Su asked Xiao Zong what he meant, and asked Xiao Zong to use some food pads in his mansion first, and wait for him to enter the palace to summon guards to escort him, or Cheng Shan will probably take him with him in a very short time. The forbidden army went to the Grand Tutor's mansion, and at that time Xiao Zong got up again and drove back to the palace.

With such an arrangement, Xiao Zong readily agreed.

The dinner was served in a flower hall not far from the small garden. There were two rooms inside and outside the flower hall, separated by the falling beaded gauze curtains, it was faintly visible that the inside seemed to be a resting place, and the furnishings were extremely elegant.

Xiao Zong and Han Su sat at a small pear wood round table in the outer room. There was an empty seat between them, not close but not far away. There were some delicate dishes on the table, and a jug of warm wine poured from the spout. There are wisps of mellow fragrance floating in it.

Xiao Zong picked up the wine cup, "Teacher." Actually, he is not very keen on wine and color, he does not like the contents of his cup on weekdays, and he drinks less alcohol at night, and usually only drinks some soup and tea. A moment ago, Wang Rongben had ordered the waiter in the Taifu's residence The servant girl brewed cloud and mist tea, but Xiao Zong waved it away.

He feels at ease now, and wants to have a drink with the Taifu.

Also because of this comfort, Xiao Zong felt more refreshed when drinking, forgetting about his poor drinking capacity, smiled at Han Su, raised his sleeves, and swallowed a glass of fine wine into his throat in one gulp.

With a buzzing sound, Xiao Zong felt a burning sensation from his neck to his face.

"This wine...why is it so strong?" Holding the wine glass, Xiao Zong buzzed for a long time before he recovered his strength and looked at the Taifu.

Han Su also drank a glass of wine, but he didn't have Xiao Zong's violent reaction at all, his complexion was as usual, "This is Chengzhou's Zhuyeqing, it's a certain age, and it's quite vigorous." Looking at Xiao Zong's suddenly flushed cheeks , "The emperor drank too fast."

Wang Rong whispered at the side: "Teacher, Your Majesty is not used to drinking strong alcoholic beverages. In the past, most of the drinking only drank sake from Lingzhou as a tribute."

Han Su paused, then smiled softly: "The emperor's drinking capacity is really light, and I asked someone to prepare tea for the emperor."

Just as he was about to call his servants, Xiao Zong said: "Let's change to a warmer bar. I would like to have a few drinks with the Tai Tuo." No matter how poor his drinking capacity is, it's not like a glass of wine can do anything, just now it was true Caught off guard, he drank so hard that he choked his head.

Not long after, a little maid came into the flower hall and bought a pot of newly brewed sweet-scented osmanthus wine by Xiao Zong's hand. Xiao Zong had just drank a cup when the steward of the Taifu's mansion came to report, and Commander Cheng of the Forbidden Army paid a visit.Xiao Zong knew that he was looking for him, and Wang Rong went to meet him and waited, while he continued to drink and eat with Han Su.

For several days in a row, Xiao Zong's appetite has been poor, eating is as normal as a task, and he doesn't feel like eating.I was with Han Su today, I ate a lot, and drank while eating, the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine soon bottomed out.

Putting down the wine glass, Xiao Zong stared straight at a blue and white porcelain utensil containing soup placed on the other side of the table a little far away from him.

"May the emperor want some cloud soup?" Han Su said upon seeing this.

Xiao Zong replied without taking his eyes off, "Okay."

Han Su stretched out his hand and spooned a spoonful of fragrant thick soup into the small bowl in front of him, but Xiao Zong didn't intend to drink it. He just sat still, his eyes still fixed on the blue and white porcelain, and his handsome and quiet face floated. Show a little hazy color.

"Your majesty...have you had enough?"

"I'm full." Xiao Zong nodded in confusion.

After a long silence, Han Su asked again, "Do you want to eat apricot cake?"

"need."

Xiao Zong's wine is actually very good, he won't sing and dance like most people who drink too much, or cry and make a fuss to play wine and lose his demeanor. If you are in a daze, if you are deeply drunk, you will fall straight to sleep.

Han Su looked at the emperor who was sitting at the table, his gentle face was no longer clear, and his confusion gradually deepened, his eyelids were slightly closed, showing a bit of a daze, "So I'm drunk, and I really don't have enough alcohol." He couldn't help but slightly raised his lips.

Xiao Zong in that room couldn't help but start to shake slightly while sitting. Han Su put down his wine glass, took a clean jade bowl, got up and went to the small stove in the corner of the flower hall. The only daughter of the Han family had a drink every night There is a habit of going to bed with a bowl of deer's milk. There have been a few elk in captivity in the back garden of the Han Mansion. At this moment, what is warming in the embers of the small stove is the deer's milk that is as smooth as fat.

Han Su emptied most of the jade bowl, turned around and returned to the table, Xiao Zong propped his forehead, his eyes had formed a thin line of slits.

Han Su poured some bamboo leaf green wine that he hadn't finished drinking into the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, approached Xiao Zong, stretched out his arms to support Xiao Zong's shoulders.

Another unique feature of Xiao Zong's wine tasting is that he is obedient, he almost instinctively shows no defense and docility to the people and things around him.

As soon as Han Su supported his back, Xiao Zong, who was already a little unsteady, leaned back.

Feeling the relaxed body in his arms, Han Su tightened his arms slightly, leaned down, and whispered in Xiao Zong's ear: "Your Majesty, open your mouth." The bowl containing deer milk moved towards Xiao Zong.

The edge of the jade bowl just touched his lips, although Xiao Zong closed his eyes, he instinctively cooperated and half opened his lips.Han Su Fu put his arms around him, and slowly tilted the bowl in his hand, Xiao Zong raised his head little by little following the tilt of the jade bowl, the white milk in the bowl gradually shallowed, and flowed into his slightly parted thin lips.While drinking, Xiao Zong raised his lightly closed eyelids towards Han Su, his starry eyes were half-opened, probably he didn't understand anything clearly, leaking out the eyes that were still dazed.

The grace, calmness, self-restraint, wisdom, and solemnity that belonged to the emperor when he was sober have completely faded away at this moment, and the handsome face stained with alcohol is left only with the elegance, gentleness, and obedience that people can't take their eyes off.

Han Su looked deeply at the Son of Heaven in his arms. No one should have seen such an expression.

Deer milk soothes the nerves, and adding some spirits will warm you up even more.

Han Su picked up Xiao Zong, who was in a deep sleep, and went into the flower hall.

The room was indeed a place to rest. Han Su placed Xiao Zong on a small couch, and he sat down on the side of the couch. He looked at the defenseless Longyan who was sleeping for a long time, his gentle and handsome face was calm. Gradually sink.

He knew that the Son of Heaven trusted him, pure trust, perhaps mixed with some dependence, this kind of trust and dependence is not available to everyone.

That's fine, he doesn't want to spoil it.

He also didn't want to embarrass the emperor, feel uncomfortable in his presence, or embarrass him.There are some things he doesn't reveal too much.

It's just that he couldn't stop thinking about it, and couldn't stop guessing.

Xiao Zong lay quietly on the couch, breathing lightly, Han Su looked at his face, and stretched out his hands to fasten the buttons on his neckline.

The King of Qin had been in Beijing for several months, but he did not have much contact with him. He saw him only a few times, and he was not sure what the man was planning and what he had in mind for the emperor.But there are some things that he can see clearly, those sharp light-colored pupils, when looking at the Son of Heaven, the deeply possessive look that burst out from the depths of his eyes is a man's blatant desire.

A party in the hotel, the emperor went to the autistic palace, he couldn't help...

Unbuttoning the collar, there were faint spots on the neck in the slightly open collar. Han Su pulled open the skirt under his palm slightly, and his white jade-like chest was covered with dark and shallow bruises, mottled and messy.

King Qin.

bastard!