His Majesty is my ex-boyfriend

Chu Ya understood a truth very early on, showing weakness is also a strategy, especially for the target who is soft but not hard, showing his weakness at the right time is extremely useful.

What he said last night was indeed true. It was true that Chu Shen was a scumbag, and it was true that he was almost abandoned in the hospital when he was seven years old, but Chu Ya had already become so strong that he no longer cared about these childhood traumas.Rather than saying that he hates Chu Shen, it is better to say that he has already ignored him.

He specially picked this time to tell Bai Lu these things, but it was just to cheat his sympathy, and at the same time, it could also make Bai Lu subconsciously separate Chu Shen and Chu Ya, and no longer treat Chu Shen with respect. The hatred extended to himself.

Yes, Chu Ya is such a vicious, scheming and dangerous person, the city is unfathomable, and he is merciless in his actions.

In those three years, he was lied to by Bai Lu, but he was dazzled by love, and selectively ignored certain things, but now Chu Ya has learned how to maintain reason and vigilance while deeply loving Bai Lu.

Love no longer makes people blind, once Chu Ya gets serious, Bai Lu can't beat him at all.

When the morning sun shone on the golden veil at the head of the bed, the bell ringing outside also rang.

At the second quarter of Maozheng, that is, at 06:30 in the morning, Chu Ya had already woken up. He did not ask the maid to come in to serve him. Lu's sleeping face.

This person is not honest when he is asleep. He always likes to roll around on the bed, kick the quilt, and pull the pillow. He has made it a habit to hold him in his arms when he sleeps.

Maybe it's because of being hugged a lot, Bai Lu's sleeping appearance is somewhat better, at least he can sleep on the bed properly.

He leaned down, kissed Bai Lu's forehead as before, and tucked him in the quilt before getting up to leave.

As soon as he took a step, suddenly the hem of his clothes was grabbed from behind, Chu Ya looked down, Bai Lu did not know when he had woken up, holding his clothes by hand, looking at him with half-opened eyes, as if he was still very sleepy .

Chu Ya held his hand, stuffed it back into the quilt, and said softly: "It's still early, go on to sleep."

Bai Lu blinked, then pushed him away casually, sat up with his messy hair, and yawned, "Don't sleep anymore, I'll go out with you today."

Chu Ya was a little surprised, "Is it because I complained last night that you haven't been with me?"

Bai Lu raised his eyes and glanced at him, then said angrily, "Don't be sentimental."

He got out of bed to change his clothes and tied up his hair casually.

In the dining hall, the maids have already prepared an exquisite and sumptuous breakfast. The pot of freshly brewed Xishan tribute tea by the table emits lingering heat and a bitter aroma. Bai Lu hates bitter things, so the maids specially use tea He made milk tea for him with sweet milk.

Bai Lu propped his arms on the side of the table, using a spoon to stir the hot milk tea in the cup, and said boredly: "This thing is delicious, but it doesn't have pearls, so I always feel that something is missing."

Chu Ya smiled, "If you are free, you can go to the royal chef in the palace to study it, maybe you can make it."

Bai Lu stopped, "So cigarettes can actually be made, anyway, they are all grown tobacco."

"It's a pity, your wish may be shattered, because tobacco was not grown in this era, and tobacco was only introduced from abroad in the Ming Dynasty in history, and..."

Chu Ya glanced at Bai Lu indifferently, and said calmly, "With your current body, you'd better drink some milk to keep healthy."

Bai Lu frowned displeased, "Are you laughing at me?"

"Not at all." Chu Ya stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a jadeite shrimp dumpling for him, calm and gentle, "I'm just concerned about you."

"..."

Peaceful breakfast time is not suitable for beating people, the point is that you may not be able to beat people well, and there are still a lot of people guarding outside.

Resisting the restless emotions in his heart, Bai Lu picked up the shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it together with his anger.

I don't know what day it is today, but after breakfast, Chu Ya didn't go to Qingya Palace, but went directly to the Council Hall.

The Council Hall, as the name suggests, is a place to discuss government affairs, but there are not as many people as in the court hall, only a few highly respected veterans are here.

People in their 30s and [-]s, when they saw Chu Ya, who was less than [-] years old, come in, they still had to stand up tremblingly and salute. Bai Lu felt distressed watching from behind. Doesn’t your court have a unified retirement age? I really want people to shine in their posts for the rest of their lives, it is simply evil black-hearted capitalism!

How did he know that these days there is an official position in the imperial court, which is a major event that benefits the descendants, even if they are really allowed to return to their fields, they may not be able to let go of their status and power.

Bai Lu didn't understand these things, anyway, as long as he wasn't allowed to sit in the queen's seat next to the dragon chair, he would be very happy, so he moved a small bench and sat next to them, listening to their discussions on politics.

Chu Ya seemed to be discussing with them the opening of canals for the summer, as well as the transfer of officials from various places, Bai Lu couldn't understand, and felt a little bored.

When I was in Qingya Hall last time, I still had melon seeds and story books, and the imperial couch was very comfortable, but this time I only had a cold bench, so it was very uncomfortable.

So Bai Lu stood up, and interrupted His Majesty the Emperor carelessly, "It's boring, I want to go out."

Before Chu Ya said anything, an old minister beside him with wrinkles as deep as a ravine couldn't hold back any longer, and stood up abruptly, as if he was having a heart attack.

He hated iron and pointed at Bai Lu: "You, you, you are rude, you have no official position, and your majesty let you enter the hall to listen to the government. It's a great grace of the emperor. It's fine if you don't listen to the teaching with an open mind. How dare you Speak wildly, this government hall is equivalent to the Qingya Palace, it is the hall of the emperor, is it a place where you can leave as soon as you say?!"

Bai Lu was reprimanded for no reason, and subconsciously looked at Chu Ya.

The latter sat there calmly, not intending to open his mouth to relieve the siege, but looked at him with great interest, as if he wanted to see how he planned to deal with it.

Bai Lu knew that he couldn't count on him, so he looked at the old minister in doubt for a few seconds, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Ah, why do you look familiar, old man? Didn't you just write a small composition for my piano at the last banquet?" That one, you were really able to make it up at that time, let’s not talk about it, I’ll play the piano for you another day when I’m free, and I’m leaving now.”

Before the old minister could react, he quickly ran out of the council hall, leaving the old man bearded and staring in anger.

Chu Ya shook his head helplessly, "Leave him alone and continue talking."

A person from Bai Lu's side left the council hall alone, turned around and walked onto a remote path.

He didn't come out with Chu Ya on a whim today, he really had something to do.

Bai Lu had discovered before that only when he was with Chu Ya, would the lingering Ling Feng not follow him. For example, at this moment, he was walking alone on the path, and he didn't feel the familiar feeling from before. line of sight.

Bai Lu looked around cautiously again, then turned into a remote garden, squatted down behind a small piece of bamboo forest in the corner, and took out something from his pocket.

This is like that dangerous sachet.

Bai Lu took out the small poison bag from inside, dug a hole in the soft ground with his hands, and buried the poison inside.

This is not too safe, Bai Lu wanted to burn it directly before, but he was afraid that the poison would volatilize, so he would not poison himself to death after burning it.

So I decided to bury it. First, this place is inaccessible, and no one will notice these tiny traces. Even if someone really dug them out, I can refuse to admit it. Anyway, fingerprints can’t be tested in this day and age. Second, , Maybe there will be time when poison is used in the future, so I can dig again at that time.

Bai Lu pressed the soil firmly, pulled out a dog's tail grass and inserted it to mark it, patted the soil on his hands, and was about to get up when he suddenly heard a bamboo behind him shaking, making a slight rubbing sound.

anyone? !

Startled, Bai Lu suddenly turned his head to look, only to vaguely see a plain white shadow passing by quickly.

"Who's there?!"

No one answered.

Bai Lu pushed aside the thick bamboo, and before he could see clearly, he heard meowing from under his feet.

Looking down, it turned out to be a white cat.

This cat looks quite good-looking. It is a small Persian cat with mandarin duck eyes. One is as blue as a gem, the other is as green as a pool of water. Its fur is as white as snow, as soft as cotton, with a light body and slender limbs. Its nose, lips and claws The meat pads on it are all pink and tender, fully worthy of the four words delicate and beautiful.

Bai Lu's hooliganism relapsed, and he couldn't help whistling frivolously: "It's pretty, little girl cat."