sir he is sweet

Chess game lies in peace of mind.

Even though Wen Han is no longer good at chess, he can tell that Emperor Qian is very irritable today.

He was sitting on his knees, pretending not to notice, concentrating on watching chess, his pale face was full of concentration.

"Long live, take a few sips of tea to moisten your throat!"

It was Wen Zheng who interrupted them.

The appearance of the female officer student is not good, in fact, it is not good-looking at all in the harem of beauties, it is just a middle-aged appearance.

But she was born with the ability to make Emperor Qian couldn't do without her, and she had to take care of her in daily life, and even had to cook a cup of tea with her own hands.

It's no wonder that the Empress Dowager is not used to seeing such an honor, and had a bad quarrel with Emperor Qian on this matter.

Wen Zheng tenderly offered a small delicate white porcelain cup to Emperor Qian, and then offered another cup to Wen Han, after Wen Han thanked him, he took it, lifted the lid with his slender fingers, took a half sip, Quite surprised.

"What kind of tea is this, why is it so fragrant?"

Not only is it fragrant, but it is warm in the mouth, slips through the throat, and after dripping into the stomach, the body quickly gathers warmth.

"It's Qiye."

Emperor Qian's brows were slightly loose, and he answered, with a sigh on his old face, "The herbal tea that was tributed from the southern border, in such a wet and cold weather, take a few sips, and you will feel more comfortable."

He was drinking tea, staring at the chess game, but what he asked was about the court game.

"Wen Han, what do you think of the second and third child?"

Wen Han was helpless, with a sharpened jaw, "Long Live Lord, you will be punished for saying such things."

I'm really used to digging holes for him.

Emperor Qian squinted his eyes, raised his eyebrows and raised his voice, "Then I promise you that you are innocent."

Wen Han: "..."

He took another sip of tea, glanced at the Wenzheng next to him, who was watching his nose and heart, and then answered neatly: "It's evenly matched."

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Qian snorted coldly, "You are treacherous and cunning!"

"This is what Long Live asked the servant to answer."

Wen Han had an innocent face, and made it clear that he would not interfere, "You always know that slaves don't lie."

Emperor Qian propped up a small table on one side, sat lazily crookedly, simply dropped the white jade chess piece, and propped his forehead in thought.

"I thought you would be more partial to the third child."

These two people have some affection, even if the relationship has become estranged in recent years, it is not really clear-cut!

Wen Han shook his head, put away the chess, and ate tea with his hands together, "The third prince has a noble character, so he should be a good minister."

The lingering sound of these words is naturally that it is not suitable to be a king.

Emperor Qian sneered, with a look of disbelief, "Then you can pay attention to the second child?"

What's going on in this kid's mind!

"The servant dare not."

Wen Han rolled up his sleeves, held the teacup reluctantly, and sipped tea one after another. The old god was there, "Long live knows that slaves are timid."

Indeed, after eating more than half a cup, the whole person was warmed up. This rare seven-leaf tea is really effective in dispelling the cold. Wen Han has already started to think about going back to find some himself.

"Now that the third child is down, everyone puts Bao on the second child. The trouble is really not small."

Emperor Qian paused for a moment, fully aware of the need for checks and balances in the court, he couldn't help but sighed, and asked again: "Wen Han, what do you think of Lao Qi?"

A while ago, the seventh child was in the limelight and almost overwhelmed the second child and the third child, but after a long time, the situation suddenly changed, the seventh child went south, and the third child lost power, but only the second child remained in the limelight for a while.

"Long live is giving me problems today."

Wen Han showed just the right amount of embarrassment on his face, shook his head and sighed, "The Seventh Prince is still young and has a good temper, and he can't see anything else, not to mention that he didn't stay in the capital for long, Long Live Lord asked the servant, and the servant also said There is no reason."

Emperor Qian was silent, thinking and thinking, as if he had finalized something in his heart, and then smiled, "Wen Han, you are usually the one who suits me the most."

Wen Han twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't answer, but muttered dissatisfiedly in his heart, accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, he doesn't want to be the slave that most suits the emperor's wishes.

It's really a headache, and I don't know how Qi Zhao can bear such pressure by accompanying him every day.

After finally coaxing his face to show, Wen Han dragged his exhausted body back.

He sat in the carriage, closed his eyes and meditated.

Originally, entering the palace this time was to pave the way for Murong Jingyun and Murong Sheng, so that Emperor Qian could weigh in his heart. It seems that the purpose of this time is——

"hiss--"

Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, Wen Han subconsciously supported one side, and before he had time to stabilize his figure, he was thrown aside involuntarily.

In the nick of time, it seemed that someone stabilized the carriage, and then the curtain was lifted, and a person jumped in.

Wen Han didn't have time to react, thinking that he was about to hit the cold and hard carriage, but unexpectedly, he fell into a warm embrace.

"Well……"

As soon as his back hurt, Wen Han only felt dizzy, and the next moment his whole body was buckled against the wall of the car. When his right wrist hurt, he let out a cry of pain and flew into a rage, "Presumptuous..."

"presumptuous?"

What responded to him was a face that was deeply familiar to him.

Wen Han was startled, frowned, turned his head and coughed, "Third Highness... cough... cough cough..."

Murong Jingyun didn't let go, but stared at him very closely, in his eyes, there was a stern look, as sharp as frost.

Wen Han coughed for a while, and after he calmed down, he couldn't help frowning, "At this time, the third prince should contemplate his mistakes behind closed doors in the mansion, but don't disappoint Wan Sui's heart."

His eyes were slender, and when he half-closed his eyes, he was a bit mean for no reason, making people feel sharp and unapproachable when he looked at them.

Murong Jing didn't speak, just looked at him for a while, then suddenly moved closer, forced him over, and kissed Wen Han's lips frantically.

This person's lips are as cold as his own, so cold that there is no warmth.

This time, the thread that maintained the balance between the two was completely broken after all.

Wen Han suddenly opened his eyes wide in shock.

"Well……"

I'm afraid I'm not crazy... crazy!

He is an eunuch!The imperial family and the eunuchs are mixed together, it is really... a shocking secret.

"Well... the third prince... respect yourself!"

He was so startled that he almost jumped up, took a bite of Murong Jingyun, and it took a lot of effort to get it out, and pushed him away.

"Third Prince!"

Regardless of the stabbing pain in his right wrist, Wen Han leaned on one side, took a breath, his face was as white as dead ashes, his lips were trembling constantly, and he almost lost his breath.

"Murong Jingyun... You, I'm afraid you are crazy!"

What is this sin?

Murong Jingyun calmed down at this moment, raised his eyes, looked over meaningfully, and said sharply: "You care about me, don't you?"

"If not, then... why did you enter the palace today?"