The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

The clothes Jiang Wu prepared for Yin Wuzhi tonight were moon white, with a wide robe and large sleeves, showing off his flair.

Unlike Jiang Wu, he doesn't like disheveled hair. He wanted to dry his hair carefully and slowly in the Nuan Pavilion, but he didn't want the emperor to order someone to pass it on: "Your Majesty has an order. His Royal Highness, after bathing, go to the Tai Chi Hall immediately."

Yin Wuzhi could only return to the Tai Chi Hall with his half-dried long hair.

Jiang Wu's hair was completely dry, and he leaned lazily on the rug, his white face reflected in the loose black hair, like a handicraft of jade carving, exquisite but lifeless.

He looked up at Yin Wuzhi.

The latter looked very repulsed by his disheveled appearance, and asked with a stern face, "When can I go home?"

"come over."

Yin Wuzhi stepped forward and smelled a faint sweet fragrance.

This Hunjun is very elegant, and the hair cream has been replaced with cinnamon.

This smell is very natural, very similar to the breath in the wind outside, but it is much weaker, if there is nothing, you can't find it deliberately, and when you don't look for it, it lingers on the tip of your nose.

Jiang Wu raised his face and looked at him for a while.

Yun Li, who was born in Yin Wuzhi, should have looked a little fragile with such a face, but the flying sword eyebrows neutralized this, making him look aggressive and not easy to mess with.

However, this person is quite a gentleman, and his deliberately restrained edge makes him look easy to get along with.

"hug."

"...Where are you going?"

After two days of tossing, Yin Wuzhi was able to hug him without changing his face.I didn't think much about it before, but now I realize that Jiang Wu is really thin and light.

The dignified emperor starved himself so much because he was too lazy to eat, no one would believe it if he told it.

It's almost like a fable.

"Go to bed."

Yin Wuzhi carried the slacker onto the couch, and pulled the quilt to cover him.

"No cover."

Yin Wuzhi stopped his movements, withdrew his hand, and thought that he could go home soon, his tone was much gentler: "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

"undress."

Yin Wuzhi looked at his clothes.

There is only one thick inner robe, how wide is it?

He said: "Let the maidservant come."

"You come."

"..."

Yin Wuzhi felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think of anything wrong. After all, Jiang Wu has always been so lazy. If he didn't want to convey his will, he probably wouldn't even be willing to speak.

Manicured fingertips reach the crew neck, and fabric buttons break free.

One, two, three...

Yin Wuzhi paused with his fingers: "Your Majesty, do you want to change this dress?"

"Ah."

The open collar reveals the slender collarbone, emaciated and prominent.

Yin Wuzhi avoided his gaze and quickly completed the instruction. Before Jiang Wu could speak, he pulled the quilt over him and covered him up to his neck: "Which one does your Majesty want to change, I will get it."

"No change." Jiang Wu said, "Come closer."

Yin Wuzhi leaned forward, "Your Majesty..."

"Closer."

His voice was always calm, and his expression was always calm, but this face was born so beautiful, it perfectly inherited all the advantages of Queen Mother Yao, but it was different from her enchanting and charming, it looked very clear.

Like the water in the fairyland in the sky, it is clearly clean and peaceful, but it seems to have been precipitated for thousands of years, and it has illuminated thousands of people.

"Does Your Majesty want to..."

"Closer."

"..." Yin Wuzhi could already feel his breath, and the distance from Jiang Wu's lips was less than three fingers: "No, it can't be any closer."

He opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Wu for a moment: "Your Majesty, what is the arrangement, I am still in a hurry to go home."

"Dear me."

Yin Wuzhi's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning.

A tingling sensation spread from the scalp all the way to the soles of the feet.

"What, what?"

"Do your part." When Jiang Wu spoke, his breath was sprayed on his face lightly: "Serve the bed."

Yin Wuzhi's Adam's apple rolled, and the connected ear canal allowed him to feel the sound of swallowing coming from his body without listening.

"You, what did you say?"

"Damn me."

Yin Wuzhi's pupils dilated violently, and the pupils trembled silently.

He slowly clenched his fingers on Jiang Wu's side, his lips trembled, and he breathed heavily: "You, don't, bully people too much."

This is a humiliation to Yin Wuzhi.

Jiang Wu knew it in his heart, and said in a long way: "You came to the palace, isn't it just to serve the bed?"

"I'm here to save Brother Chen."

Yin Wuzhi's gaze uncontrollably slid across the face of the person who was close at hand, every inch of the texture on it was smooth and perfect, and there was no fault in it.

On the contrary, the pale skin is more intriguing, and one can't help but wonder what it would be like if there were traces on it.

His tightened fingers suddenly touched Jiang Wu's hair, which was cool and smooth.

The deadly sweet scent teased his sense of smell.

Something was pulling his finger, crawled through the scattered black hair, and touched a soft thing.

Jiang Wu noticed that someone touched his ear, and then his earlobe was rubbed between his fingertips.

"Yin Wuzhi." He said, "Dear me."

Under Yin Wuzhi's thick black eyelashes, his eyelids were silently red.

He is forced.

Forced to kiss this stupid king.

The moment the lips touched, Yin Wuzhi's eyelashes became wet.

All this is not what he thought.

Jiang Wu looked calm.

Yin Wuzhi seems to be crying, is he just so wronged?Before beating him without snoring, now he just cries.

He seemed to regard psychological insults as more important than physical insults.

"..." was bitten.

It didn't hurt very much, this guy seemed to be using him as chewing gum, and kept grinding him over and over.

But it's okay, you can bear it.

With a chill on his shoulders, it was Yin Wuzhi's chin that slid down and squeezed the quilt covering him.

Jiang Wu pursed his slightly swollen lips, and did not forget to praise the other party: "Good job."

His voice was lazy and careless, like a stream of ice water poured directly into Yin Wuzhi's boiling brain.

He straightened up abruptly.

Hunjun was still lying there, looking at him motionless, the corner of the quilt was lifted to reveal the right-angled shoulders, very thin and thin.

Jiang Wu's lips became very red.

It turned out that it was not so red.

Yin Wuzhi was in a state of confusion, he turned his eyes around at a loss, what did he do, how did he become like this?

"Give me the medicine."

Jiang Wu: "?"

This sentence seemed to give Yin Wuzhi a reassurance. He looked at Jiang Wu, his eyes became fierce and terrifying: "You drug me."

Jiang Wu, who sensed the murderous intent, moved slightly, and said, "So what, what can you do with me?"

"Despicable, shameless." Yin Wuzhi's eyes turned redder.

He thought, kill me.

With a huge desire to die, he sat up slowly holding the funeral batch, the quilt slipped down, and his long hair fell down his shoulders. He asked Yin Wuzhi seriously: "How are you doing?"

"..." How is he?What can he do?

Jiang Wu teased him, humiliated him, tortured him, whipped him, framed him, and caused him to be slapped for nothing.

Now they drug him again, trying to turn him into a male dog.

But even if he was humiliated like this, what could he do?

Jiang Wu is the son of heaven, he is just an ordinary son, and his father is just a king with a different surname.

He can't do anything.

Yin Wuzhi drooped his eyelashes, and there was a gleam of water in his eyes.

Jiang Wudao: "Yin Wuzhi, are you going to kill me?"

"I dare not."

Jiang Wu was very disappointed: "You are really incompetent."

Yin Wuzhi knelt down without saying a word, and said: "Your Majesty has been disrespectful, please punish me."

Jiang Wu collapsed again, and said in a lifeless manner: "Go to the imperial study room and review the memorial."

Yin Wuzhi got up and walked out without looking back.

He wiped his lips vigorously, avoiding the eyes of outsiders, and closed the door forcefully as soon as he entered the imperial study.

Leaning his back against the door, looking down at his belly, Xiubai's fingers dug heavily on the door panel.

Jiang Wu, bullying too much.

One day, he will personally kill him.

A sniffling sound, short and soft.

The young major general strode forward and sat among the piles of memorials.

Only those who have power can do whatever they want, otherwise, they can only be bullied.

In the sleeping hall, a black shadow landed in front of the bed, someone pulled the quilt over and covered Jiang Wu tightly again.

After standing silently for another quarter of an hour, he disappeared.

Yin Wuzhi stayed in the imperial study for several days. Although he could see Jiang Wu a few steps away, he never went to him.

Jiang Wu even ate, slept, and ate every day, slacking off in a daze, living a decadent and peaceful life.

It was a sunny day, Yin Wuzhi walked out of the imperial study, went to take a shower and cleaned himself up, and only appeared in the emperor's bedroom again after he was dressed neatly.

Before noon, Jiang Wu was still sleeping, Yin Wuzhi lifted the bed curtain, and saw Jiang Wu's pale face.

... Are you losing weight again?The face seemed to be smaller, the chin was sharper, and the lips were bloodless.

He pursed his lower lips, remembering the days when he was forced to eat porridge with Hunjun during this period.

Maybe it's because the porridge is too vegetarian, Yin Wuzhi obviously eats several bowls every meal, but he still gets hungry very quickly.

It's fine for a young man like him, but the important old ministers who wanted to 'pray' with His Majesty couldn't bear it, and they were visibly listless.

He left the bed and said, "Has Your Majesty eaten anything else recently?"

Qi Hanmiao sighed and said, "What are you eating? I only drink half a bowl of porridge every time."

If he didn't know the virtue of his laziness, he would really look like he was going to die of illness.

Yin Wuzhi thought for a while, and said, "Order the imperial dining room to do something else this time."

"It's useless to do it. The slave has spent a lot of effort before, and the rest just can't be fed."

"Make the meat into a sauce." Yin Wuzhi said: "Then grind the red beans, millet and other things into powder and cook them into paste."

Qi Hanmiao went to see Jiang Wu and said, "Your Majesty, you said you only eat porridge..."

"Emissary Qi has stayed by His Majesty's side for so long, and he can't fail to understand that His Majesty's refusal to eat is not because he doesn't like it, but simply because he is lazy."

Qi Hanmiao: "..."

Don't say it out.

He said anxiously: "Actually, it's not that I haven't thought about it, but if everything is ground into powder, if it spreads, I'm afraid it will damage His Majesty's reputation."

Yin Wuzhi understood.

Qi Hanmiao was waiting, when Jiang Wu himself was really tired of eating plain porridge, he would naturally want to eat something else.

After all, the majestic Son of Heaven is so lazy that he doesn't even want to move after eating, and if it spreads, he might be laughed to death.

In fact, Yin Wuzhi also thought the same way during the first two days when he came here.

Can……

After a few days, he lost a lot of weight.

This is not the point.

The point is, Yin Wuzhi said with a straight face: "I don't want to eat porridge with him anymore."

"But, this..." Qi Hanmiao lowered his voice and said solemnly: "This matter must be done carefully, and absolutely no one should discover His Majesty's secret."

Yin Wuzhi didn't expect him to be so loyal: "What do you want?"

"It's up to you, servant and His Royal Highness." Qi Hanmiao moved closer, and said in a low voice, "To conspire in this matter."

An hour later, in a deserted corner.

A bunch of tools from the imperial pharmacy were scattered around, Qi Hanmiao seriously poured the red beans into the grinder, and said, "For His Majesty's reputation, Your Highness has worked hard."

Yin Wuzhi numbly pushed the roller in his hand.

The so-called collusion is nothing more than grinding together.