The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

The sweet-scented osmanthus ointment on his body must have some kind of mystery.

When Yin Wuzhi put his arms on the armrest and stared down at him, the faint fragrance began to emerge again to disturb his mind.

On the white face, the curved and beautiful lips are very light in color, although light, but full, one can't help but want to turn it into deep red and moisten it.

Yin Wuzhi had seen such a scene before.

Just because I have seen it, I know how touching it is. I want to see you again, it is common, and I see you every moment.

But he restrained himself, kept his absolute composure, and condescended to tell him irrelevant things: "Either go to the imperial study now, or go to enjoy the Gui Banquet together tomorrow."

Yin Wuzhi never thought that Jiang Wu would say this: "Yin Wuzhi, do you want to kiss me again?"

At that moment, his mind went blank.

Is this so obvious?

Obviously he didn't do anything, he just watched, thought, and thought he was covering up very well.

But unexpectedly, he was seen through at a glance.

Yin Wuzhi retreated a few steps, he couldn't deny the matter, and asked after a while, "When will you take a bath?"

Taking a bath will wash off the smell on your body, and without the hallucinogenic drugs, you will no longer have to be manipulated by this stupid king.

The topic jumps a little fast.

But this is Jiang Wu's favorite topic. He looked at the sky, nodded, and said, "Let's go now."

Yin Wuzhi couldn't wait to wash off the smell on his body, and when he got permission, he hugged him and sent him to the warm pavilion couch without saying a word.

The maidservants came in one after another carrying trays. Yin Wuzhi saw the ointment in one of them's hand, and he stopped him, saying, "I don't need this today."

Jiang Wu turned his head to look: "What is it?"

"Return to Your Majesty." The servant girl blessed her body: "It's sweet-scented osmanthus ointment."

"want."

Yin Wuzhi turned his head, his eyes were scrutinized, and he said, "No need."

"want."

"No."

"like."

"I don't like it." The more he wanted it, the more doubtful Yin Wuzhi became. It must be that the bottle of ointment was correct. He said without a doubt: "Change it."

Jiang Wu looked at him and said, "I want it."

"..." Not being soft-hearted, Yin Wuzhi looked away, picked up the box of balm, and said, "It's too sweet, it doesn't smell good."

He turned and went out, and came back again, with nothing in his hands.

The funeral batch stared at him.

Yin Wuzhi said coldly: "Throw it away."

"..."

The funeral batch should be angry.

But losing your temper takes a lot of effort.

That's all.Sangpi lazily said: "Let's take a bath."

Although he wanted it very much, it was not unacceptable to not have it, he just didn't understand why Yin Wuzhi would do this.

I don't understand, and I don't bother to ask.

So be it.

What is powerless to stop is let go with the wind.

The mourner said: "After taking a bath, go and receive twenty lashes by yourself."

Yin Wuzhi didn't speak, and it didn't matter if he was beaten, as long as he could be sure that Jiang Wu would drug him and get rid of the other party's control, he could understand what to do next.

Now his whole body is divided, and he doesn't know what to do is right.

Every time the funeral batch came, he would float in the water for a while. This time, Yin Wuzhi didn't go to see him like before. He sat by the pool with his eyes downcast, and waited until the funeral batch began to sink before he walked over quickly. Pick him up.

Not only osmanthus balm, but even other incense, Yin Wuzhi quietly pushed it away.

After this bath, only a faint smell of saponins and fresh water vapor remained on Sangpi's body.

Yin Wuzhi dressed him, moved him back to the Tai Chi Hall, put him by the empty stove, and took a deep breath.

The sweet sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance disappeared, and Yin Wuzhi obviously felt that his altar was clear for a while, and the lingering entanglement and depression in his heart were also swept away.

Sure enough, he looked at the Hunjun with his eyes closed and leaning on the chair with his long wet hair loose.

Sure enough, the balm has hallucinogenic effects. This guy is really despicable and shameless. He actually drugged him for his own selfish desires, making him almost think that he fell in love with him.

Seeing his tangled and embarrassed appearance, this Hunjun must be very happy in his heart.

Yin Wuzhi stood up gloomyly, and slowly came to Jiang Wu's side.

This Hunjun is indeed good-looking, but no matter how good-looking he is, he is just a skin?

He is stupid, incompetent, lazy, procrastinating, and will only trouble others, and he will be hung up in the last court.

The reason why he didn't go to court for several days was just because he didn't want to get up early?How can there be such a person in the world?He didn't even have any empathy, and he was able to sleep soundly on the dragon chair in front of the officials.

How absurd this is, it is the greatest joke in the world!

Imprisoning his friends in the name of liking him, forcing him, humiliating him, and repeatedly threatening him with his family members, this kind of bastard is not worthy of being an emperor at all!

He didn't even bother to read the brochures!Even if someone reads to him, he doesn't even bother to listen!

How can such a person be the Son of Heaven, how can he govern the world well, and how can he make all civil and military officials shout long live?

Does he fit?

He is not only unworthy of being an emperor, he is simply unworthy of being a human being!

"Why don't you go to lead the whip?"

Yin Wuzhi paused.

Sangpi opened his eyes to look at him, and lazily said: "You threw away Zhen's ointment, and you still don't go to receive the whip?"

"Why did you throw the ointment, isn't your Majesty not clear?"

"It's not important." Jiang Wu said lightly: "Go to lead the whip, don't let me say it a second time."

"Leader whip?" Yin Wuzhi didn't want to stay here for a moment, he said slowly: "I will leave the palace tonight and return to Dingnan Palace."

Jiang Wu: "?"

"This game, the minister quits, Your Majesty should find someone else to play."

He turned around, but heard Jiang Wu said: "If you leave this palace city, I guarantee that the entire residence of King Dingnan will not see the sun tomorrow."

Yin Wuzhi stopped, his breathing tightened slightly, he suddenly turned around, and looked at Jiang Wu viciously: "Why? When did I provoke you?"

Jiang Wu looked at him: "It's just a blame, I like your appearance."

Yin Wuzhi's pupils dilated.

This is not the first time I heard Jiang Wu say he likes it.

But he heard it more clearly than ever, Jiang Wu, just like his appearance.

"If I want you to stay, you must stay." Jiang Wu said slowly: "I am the lord of the world, the lord of the ninth five, and you, including your whole family, are nothing more than ants in my eyes .”

So, hurry up and grow up, walk on your established path, and let Houxia reproduce history.

Yin Wuzhi's heart was caught off guard with a bloody gash.

It was hard to describe whether it was because of his self-esteem or something else that made him suddenly feel hurt.

He tightened his five fingers, and his tone was full of hatred: "You insult me ​​like this, and you still want to keep me, so you are not afraid that one day you will die in my hands?"

Jiang Wu smiled.

With an encouraging look in his eyes, he said, "You can try."

There is no fear, no anger, and that touch of encouragement, in the eyes of Yin Wuzhi at the moment, is no different from contempt.

Yin Wuzhi's chest rose and fell.

"Okay, enough of the trouble." Jiang Wu recovered his expressionless face: "Go to lead the whip."

"Do not."

"go."

"No." Yin Wuzhi said gloomyly: "I did nothing wrong, and I won't let you flatten and round me."

Disobedient.

Jiang Wu was paralyzed for a while, and then took out his nirvana again: "Do you want to kiss me again?"

"..."

After a short silence: "!"

Yin Wuzhi suddenly turned around again.

Heart, heartbeat, started again, accelerated.

No cinnamon, no medicine, but still, quickened,

Could it be that he really treats Mr. Hun...

Jiang Wu glanced at his back.

This is, dislike?

Sure enough, for a rough-skinned and thick-skinned person like Yin Wuzhi, it is still necessary to attack the heart.

"If it's okay not to receive whipping, then give me a kiss. If I'm happy, I'll forgive you."

Red lips flashed through my mind——

Yin Wuzhi: "."

His whole body seemed to be struck by lightning.

Jiang Wu took his time and said, "Yin Wuzhi, you..."

As the wind brushed past his ears, Yin Wuzhi rushed out without looking back.

A beating makes one sober.

There must be something wrong, there is a scent that he didn't think of, this stupid gentleman didn't insist on the sweet-scented osmanthus ointment, so there must be other ointments that confused him.

After receiving the caning, Yin Wuzhi disappeared without a trace.

When Jiang Wu's hair was dried and he was about to go to bed, he didn't come back.

"Send someone to look for it." Jiang Wu ordered: "If you haven't left the palace, let him go."

It was cold at night, in the rockery gazebo in the imperial garden, someone was lying down with his clothes closed, the moonlight shone on his face, suddenly he turned over on the armchair, raised his wide sleeves to cover his face.

When Qi Hanmiao came over with a lantern, he had turned from lying down to sitting up, and was quietly gazing at the cold and ruthless moon in the sky.

"Your Highness, I have found you. Your Majesty is worried to death."

Yin Wuzhi said coldly: "You don't have to lie to me, he must be asleep already."

"...Your Majesty still cares about the prince."

Care?If you really care about it, you won't have to beat him.

Yin Wuzhi lowered his eyelashes, his youthful face could hardly hide his loneliness.

Qi Hanmiao looked at him for a while, then said: "Your Highness, don't be sad, I believe His Majesty will let His Highness leave the palace soon."

Yin Wuzhi said: "How do you know?"

"Actually, tomorrow's osmanthus feast is specially held by the Empress Dowager in order to gather the official girls. There will be a crowd of good girls, and His Majesty will definitely find someone he likes."

Yin Wuzhi: "...Really?"

"That's natural. Think about it, Your Highness. No matter how good-looking you are, you are still a man. You can't bear children for Your Majesty, and you can't be your Majesty's pillow in a fair manner. Your Majesty should be just a novelty now. Look at the emperor. Didn't the Queen Mother force her to take care of her?" Qi Hanmiao said with a smile: "She and the Queen Mother both watched His Majesty grow up with their own eyes, and they are very clear about His Majesty's temperament. Now it's just a temper tantrum for the elders to see, my son. Your Highness will be wronged for a few more days, and when there are people in the harem, the Empress Dowager will definitely call the shots for Your Highness and send you back to your residence."

The more Yin Wuzhi listened, the more ugly his face became: "He lost his temper?"

"...Your Majesty, you were too tightly controlled before, and you have indulged a bit recently. The Empress Dowager is also trying to figure out a way. I believe that Your Majesty will untie his knots and completely figure it out soon."

Yin Wuzhi stood up abruptly and jumped down from the rockery.

Qi Hanmiao doesn't know martial arts, so he can only chase down the stairs with a lantern: "Your Highness, Your Highness, wait for your slaves."

Panting back to the Tai Chi Hall, Prince Yin's son was standing straight at the door. The young man was as tall and straight as a poplar, and standing there casually was like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath.

Qi Hanmiao took a breath and said, "Your Highness, tomorrow you only need to help persuade your majesty to go to enjoy the osmanthus banquet, and leave the rest to the empress dowager."

Yin Wuzhi remained expressionless.

Qi Hanmiao: "Your Highness?"

"understood."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Qi Hanmiao was completely relieved.

His Majesty valued the son of the Prince of Yin so much, and with his persuasion, the osmanthus feast would surely go smoothly.