sir he is sweet

Three hundred miles away, Kyoto.

Wen Han untied the letter paper from the flying pigeon's leg, and after reading it, he threw it into the candlelight with no expression on his face, and watched it get sucked into the flames and be devoured.

He lowered his brows and eyes, pondered for a moment, then got up suddenly, supported his cane, and limped out.

"Prepare the car and enter the palace."

There has been a lot of rain recently, and the weather has been cooler. He was wrapped in a thick black cloak, and he was wearing special hard-soled boots.

This kind of dress can be said to be Dongchang's iconic clothing. It is specially designed for the convenience of doing things, but it is actually not suitable for warm and cold.

Especially his useless leg, which was fixed by the leggings bracket and hard-soled boots, was easier to support when walking, but after a day, it was covered with blisters.

He stepped on the stagnant water and stepped into Miyagi step by step.

It was not until outside the emperor's bedroom that he saw the long and kneeling man.

The third prince was not strict with his orders, and his subordinates caused trouble and robbed the girl of the people, causing the girl to commit suicide, and the entire family was murdered.

Concubine Shu's matter came first, and the third prince was already rejected by Emperor Qian, so he took the opportunity to seize his position and military power, and asked him to kneel outside until dark.

Wen Han stood on the porch, brushed off the rain that accumulated on his body, and looked back.

The proud young prince, kneeling straight, with his head half down, looked ashen and lonely.

Since the last time they met, Wen Han reminded him that Concubine Shu had offended the nobleman, but it wasn't him, and they hadn't seen each other again.

The shallow affection when I was young——

It has faded with time.

"Why is the Dugong still standing here? Long live I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

A gentle voice came, Wen Han turned his head, saw the female officer in plain clothes and simple clothes walking quickly, bowed low, and smiled slightly: "It's strangely cold outside, Duke Du, please come in and warm yourself!"

Facing this woman who often accompanied Shengjia, Wen Han also put away his usual eccentric look, and lowered his head expressionlessly, "Auntie, you're welcome, I'll come right away."

He has a crippled leg, such a deformity is very eye-catching in the palace, but because of his reputation of being cruel and merciless, no one dares to stare at him.

In particular, he didn't dare to stare at his useless leg, or talk to him about it.

But this female official named Wen Zheng was very bold, with a bright smile on her face, and presented a handkerchief.

"Duke, wipe yourself off quickly. Even if the rain stops, you will still be covered with moisture. If you catch a cold in this season, you will suffer the most."

Her eyes touched Wen Han's broken leg, she took a step forward suddenly, and lowered her voice, implying: "Long live is angry, but it's not really cruel, it's just that there is a step down."

This clearly refers to the man kneeling outside.

Wen Han raised his eyes quite unexpectedly, glanced over indifferently, and responded, "Auntie, please."

It can be regarded as receiving such a favor.

Now he is in charge of the East Factory in the outer garden, and he has become the most powerful knife in the hands of the emperor. He looks powerful, but because he has not stayed in the inner palace for a long time, many things have gradually lost control.

Indeed, it is necessary for the emperor to be close to him, such a gesture of favor.

Wen Han half-frowned, roughly wiped off the moisture on his body, and stepped into the inner hall.

Someone not far away has been watching him.

Murong Jingyun has been kneeling for more than an hour, his face is a little pale, but he has been practicing martial arts for many years, so he can still bear it.

only--

Wen Han is here.

That person has always been thin, but not too tall. It is only because he has become thinner and thinner in the past few years that he looks a lot taller.

For so many years, Murong Jingyun has watched him become gloomy little by little, turning his hands over his hands, all of which are human lives, not even the slightest bit soft, always feels strange.

Messing up power and calculating people's hearts in the gutter has always been the most despised by Murong Jingyun, but since childhood, he has a deep affection for Wen Han, and he grew up to be such a person.

He tried to stop them, and the two had fierce quarrels, but in the end, no one could convince the other, and they could only part ways.

Murong Jingyun was thinking in a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, a walking stick appeared in front of him.

The man dragged his weak right leg with difficulty, stepped on the long steps with a cane, and stopped in front of him.

"Long live, Third Prince, get up! Go back and think about your mistakes behind closed doors, and you are not allowed to enter the palace without summons."

Murong Jingyun thanked Shengen mechanically, and immediately stood up.

After kneeling on the cold ground for so long, as soon as he stood up, his legs and feet were a little weak, and his knees were burning hot. He didn't need to look to know that he was swollen.

He staggered.

Wen Han raised his hand and helped him up.

"Third Highness, be careful."

Murong Jingyun raised his head.

This person's hands were very cold, his fingers were slender and pale, and the chill spread to his forearms through the thin fabric, even colder than a person who had been kneeling for so long.

"Thank you, Duchess."

Murong Jing even hooked his lips, took a step back after standing firmly, and pushed away his support, "Duke is not in good health, it's better to go out as little as possible in this weather."

He has a pale face and no beard, and his body is thin. When he walks, Murong Jingyun finds it difficult just to look at him, let alone running around in such bad weather.

"His Highness Lao San is concerned," Wen Han twitched the corners of his mouth, sneered, and looked perfunctory, "Our family is doing well."

After saying this, he stopped talking to Murong Jingyun, but walked back step by step while supporting his cane.

Ever since Qi Zhao left Beijing, Emperor Qian lost a lot of fun, so he called him back and asked him to accompany him in the palace often.

When the orioles at the gate of the hall saw him, they would cry out in panic, asking him to be accompanied by such a boring person, probably Emperor Qian really couldn't find anyone else.

Especially in the recent eventful season, once Murong Sheng left, the people in the capital who had been on the sidelines were relieved again, and their eager thoughts came out one after another.

It seems that the unfavored seventh prince has always been unfavored. He was exiled after he came back to get some holy family. Only those who can come back alive and do it beautifully can be regarded as kings for such an errand. .

As for the promises made before receiving the errand, they were all empty words.

Emperor Qian played chess with himself in the hall, while Wen Zheng sat kneeling at the coffee table on one side, cooking tea skillfully and elegantly.

"Come... come here, play a game with me."

He was very bored, and his heart was irritable. After losing his temper, he felt more empty and impetuous in his heart. After seeing Wen Han, he felt a little better.

Wen Han had no choice but to move over with his broken leg, leaned down a little bit with his cane, and knelt down opposite Emperor Qian, "Long Live Master knows the chess skills of slaves. What's the fun in playing chess with slaves?"

These words made Emperor Qian stare over dissatisfied, "I just promised you a favor, can't you make me feel more comfortable? Hurry up and play chess!"

Wen Han smiled, and answered again and again, "Your servant complies with the order, and here we come."