sir he is sweet

The long night is cold, but the candles in the Huxin Pavilion are always on.

A skinny white hand slowly reached over the brazier, and threw a few things in it.

If you look carefully, you can see that they are all letterheads.

Wen Han's brows were half-closed, and one could see his sternness from the outline of his face. He was too thin, his jaw was sharp, and for no reason he showed a bit of cold bloodthirsty, which made people couldn't help but distance themselves.

"Cough...cough..."

He coughed lowly, his thin back arched fiercely, revealing a bit of frailty, but even so, he was still daunting and one dare not underestimate him.

"Duke, the third prince is asking to see you."

The little yellow gate stood far away, not daring to approach it at all, and only raised its voice, with a high-pitched voice, "Duke, the third prince—"

Wen Han paused for a moment, brushed off the last bits of paper, raised his head with a frown, revealing a pair of long and narrow eyebrows.

"Ok?"

He was also an eunuch, his voice was much thinner than that of ordinary men, and it was somewhat indescribably hoarse, which shocked the hearts of those who heard it.

Little Huangmen knew that he was in a bad mood, so he shivered, quickly bowed his head, and answered nonuo: "The third prince said, if you don't allow him to enter the East Factory, he will climb over the wall. If he steps on the wall of the East Factory, He doesn't have a banknote to pay for."

It is clearly a threatening word, but it has a tone that can make people feel coquettish. Murong Jingyun is also a formidable person. For this eunuch who has lived in the palace for a long time, has won the emperor's family, and has countless princes and nobles' blood on his hands, unexpectedly Dare to make such a joke at will.

Xiao Huangmen, who sent the message, was crying in the bottom of his heart.

Who knows, when Wen Han heard the words, there was no emotion on his face, and even his eyelids didn't tremble, but he wiped his hands slowly, and said "um", "Please come in, Third Prince."

Now the situation in the capital is unknown, Emperor Qian's health is deteriorating, his mood is restless, and the emperor's orders are issued again and again, bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty. Day, disaster will fall on his head.

Wen Han slowly clasped his hands together, staring at the brazier, a little lost in thought.

Murong Sheng has been away for a long time, and he has received all the letters from the southern border. In the letter, he will also clearly and carefully report the situation in the southern border. At the end of each letter, he will tell you to take care of yourself. If something difficult happens, wait for Murong Sheng to come back. deal with.

Wait for that guy to come back and deal with it?

Wen Han squinted his eyes, and every time he thought about this all-encompassing sentence, he couldn't help but laugh.

How should I put it... It's hard to imagine that as an eunuch who is in the center of the vortex of power and position, every step is on the tip of the knife, and his life is hanging by a thread like a rootless duckweed, he can still get such warmth.

I thought... such a straightforward and simple friendship is already far away from him!

Wen Han sighed in his heart, raised his eyebrows indifferently, knowing that he couldn't refuse such softness, and didn't care about whether to use it or not.

After all, living in this kind of place, the four words of intercourse of interests have been engraved in the bones, and it is very fortunate to be able to be used by others to show that you are still useful.

Murong Sheng is really a likable child——

It is impossible to refuse.

The sound of footsteps from far to near, stepped on the wooden bridge, and entered the lake pavilion.

The visitor hurriedly interrupted Wen Han's thoughts, and quickly walked in, "Why do you stay here with so little clothes? It's cold at night, and the water vapor in the lake pavilion is heavy. You can't bear it."

Wen Han raised his head, curled the corners of his lips sarcastically, "Well... if he died, wouldn't it be in line with the third prince's wishes?"

It's unacceptable to say this.

Murong Jing was at a loss for words, sighed lightly, and sat down beside Wen Han, her tone was soft and gentle, with a soothing power, "Wen Han, the friendship between you and me since childhood, we grew up together, no better than others, don't Say something angry."

He untied the cloak on his body, leaned over to put it on for Wen Han, lowered his head, and tied the belt carefully.

"Now in this capital, I only have you."

Concubine Shu passed away half a month ago. She died quietly in the cold palace without causing any disturbance. It happened that Emperor Qian was ill and had a violent temper.

Even Murong Jingyun, who had favored Zhenglong in the past, never mentioned half a word of his birth mother in front of Emperor Qian.

The woman who was once regarded as a pampered woman, after time flies, finally ended in a miserable end, which makes people unable to help but sigh.

That woman was a disgrace to Emperor Qian. To the royal family, being unchaste was a blatant mockery and disgrace. Although no one dared to discuss this matter, no one was clear about it.

Wen Han glanced at Murong Jingyun, his heart softened a little because of these words.

Indeed, in this imperial city, everyone is a prisoner, even the noble prince is no exception.

But Wen Han is not stupid, this person came to him, and took the old friendship as a threat, playing the emotional card for no reason, naturally he has a plan.

He sat back, avoiding Murong Jingyun's closeness, his face was calm.

"The third prince tried every means to enter our East Factory, why?"

Murong Jingyun raised his eyes, and the whole person was sitting upright, and then he started talking and cut to the point, "You can help me and join my camp, okay?"

Wen Han didn't seem surprised when he heard the words, he sneered and said in a mocking tone, "But I remember that His Highness the Third Highness has mentioned many times that he has no interest in that seat."

Really——

Human hearts are fickle things.

Murong Jingyun raised his eyelids, and didn't seem to care about the sarcasm in those words, "Ever? My mother and concubine were still alive and well! All people and things are changing, and being forced to make changes is also a common thing. Bar!"

In the past, even though he loved him, he didn't have any intention of seizing the position. To him, that thing was completely meaningless, and he lived a leisurely life.

But today is different.

His biological mother was framed by someone, and because of this, he was rejected by his beloved father since childhood, and was secretly ridiculed by the whole palace as a bastard. He never thought that such a day would fall on himself.

"I have military power, warm and cold," Murong Jingyun raised his head, his eyes burst into extreme light, "The worst thing is, I can still put all my eggs in one basket."

It's better than living in such humiliation.

Wen Han sneered, and made a "please" gesture, "Please come back, Your Highness, Third Prince! It's not me that His Highness should be looking for."

He stood up, leaning on his cane, and limped out, "The past friendship has long since been wiped out by Your Highness, and I don't have much to say, and if something happens, I can save the lives of His Highness's heirs. "

Time and time again, Murong Jingyun is no longer the person he was when he was young, and he... shouldn't have softened his heart long ago.