The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

When leaving Yongyue Pavilion, Concubine Dingnan was always absent-minded, with melancholy looming between her brows.

"The empress dowager's entrustment was actually for personal reasons. She has no children, and has always treated the emperor as her own... Ah Zhi, if you have any difficulties, you can refuse. Let's not get involved in this muddy water."

"The affairs of the Son of Heaven are related to the country. As a subject, since I have already been involved, there is absolutely no reason for me to stand idly by."

"But you haven't dealt with him at all... He's very good-looking, why did he take a fancy to you?"

How can Yin Wuzhi make a fuss clear.

In his impression, everything about Jiang Wu was learned from other people. Before entering the palace this time, Yin Wuzhi's understanding of him was very superficial. He only knew that he was the fourth prince. The prince, and then became your majesty again.

Naturally, it is impossible to know when Jiang Wu began to pay attention to him and like him.

"Could it be when you were young, when you were studying in the Imperial College?"

Yin Wuzhi was born in southern Xinjiang. When he was seven years old, he came back to Guanjing with his father, and indeed went to the Imperial College to study for two years. It was at that time that he met Chen Ziyan.

But in his impression, there is no such person as Jiang Wu.

"He also went to the Imperial College?"

"He was the fourth prince at that time, so why didn't he go to the Imperial College?" Princess Dingnan laughed, and said, "You were born in southern Xinjiang, when you first came back to Guanjing, you couldn't say a lot of things well. People call you Nanman, I remember at that time, he taught you Beijing dialect, and you said he was very nice.”

"……"Have it?

What's the matter with this child, as long as he mentions things about His Majesty recently, he seems to have lost his memory.

Yin Wuzhi's face was rubbed suddenly, he came back to his senses, subconsciously took a step back: "What is mother doing?"

"Why do I always feel that there seems to be something dirty in the corner of your eye?"

Could it be that the grooming is not clean.Yin Wuzhi thought of Jiang Wu whose eyes had been picked, immediately raised his sleeves and rubbed his eyes vigorously, rubbing both eyes carefully at the same time, and then asked: "Are you clean?"

"...It's clean." The reaction was really great.

After personally sending his mother out of the palace, Yin Wuzhi returned to the Tai Chi Hall, still rubbing the inner and outer corners of his eyes with his sleeves from time to time.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that Zangpi had woken up and was sitting at the table receiving food.

Yin Wuzhi walked over in two steps, squeezed Qi Hanmiao away, took over the job of feeding, and asked, "Why did you sleep for so long?"

"Your Majesty is hungry."

Today, as soon as Sangpi woke up, he was pushed to enjoy the osmanthus banquet, and then came back after turning around and fell into a deep sleep because of overuse of the brain, and didn't have time to eat at all.

Yin Wuzhi raised his eyebrows and said, "So you're hungry too."

Sangpi was originally closing his eyes and focusing on opening his mouth. Qi Hanmiao was different from Yin Wuzhi. He didn't dare to put green beans in Jiang Wu's meal casually, so he didn't bother to feel relieved.

After realizing that Yin Wuzhi pushed Qi Hanmiao out, he opened his mouth with eyes open instead of eyes closed.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Yin Wuzhi's eyes were red.

"...What are you staring at me for?" Yin Wuzhi stuffed a spoon into his mouth and said with a stern face, "Don't look at me."

Don't look, what if Yin Wuzhi puts strange things in his bowl again.

The funeral critic did not listen, and thought about who made Yin Wuzhi red-eyed.

Not only her eyes were red, but her face was also red.

"..." Why didn't I realize it before, this stupid gentleman only opens his eyes when he is feeding, and the others don't even care about it.

In Jiang Wu's eyes, is he really, really so good-looking?

His face was getting redder and redder.

Zangpi said, "Are you hot?"

"……no."

"Oh."

Yin Wuzhi began to sweat.

He felt Jiang Wu's gaze. This guy always likes to stare at people like this. Before that, he only felt that this kind of look was too shameless. Now he understands that for Jiang Wu, in front of a person who is more important than his own life, the so-called Courtesy, righteousness and shame may not be worth mentioning at all.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Qi Hanmiao said softly, "If it's really hot, you can take off your coat and I will hang it up for you."

Qi Geshi is very good at trying to figure out the emperor's mind and knows what he wants.Although he has promised the Queen Mother to help, but Shizi Yin has the way of Shizi Yin, he will definitely not do that kind of superficial flattery.

If Jiang Wu wanted to look at his body, he would be disappointed.

"Say it's not hot." Yin Wuzhi put the bowl back on the table, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "Don't make any wrong decisions."

Sangpi rolled his eyes.

If there were imitation dolls in the world, it should be like this, inorganic and delicate, beautiful without knowing it, clearly ready to be admired and played by others, but with contradictory, supercilious cruelty.

It's like, whether you like it or hate it, even if you stand in the position of a spectator and judge from a superior position, it doesn't matter to him.

This is the kind of person who has him in his heart.

Yin Wuzhi's breath was hot: "Why are you staring at me?"

"Aren't you hot?"

"Do not."

"My son..." Qi Hanmiao said, "You're already sweating profusely, aren't you hot?"

Yin Wuzhi raised his hand and wiped his face with water.

He realized later that in this hall today, everyone seemed to not wear much.

A quarter of an hour later, Yin Wuzhi, who had changed his clothes again, came out from behind the screen, and Qi Hanmiao was still saying: "At first, the slave was thinking about burning the earth dragon in half a month, after all, he is not as considerate and careful as His Royal Highness." Think about it, His Majesty may not want to get up because he is afraid of the cold, look, today's meal is more delicious than in the past, and his face is flushed, and he looks much more complex."

Yin Wuzhi's face was gloomy: "Is there a burning earth dragon in the imperial study?"

"Of course it is on fire, and it should be hot now."

Yin Wuzhi came to the side of the serene Sangpi, who opened his eyes, and the next moment, his whole body rose into the air.

"Since the imperial study room also burned the earth dragon, Your Majesty should stop thinking about being lazy."

Funeral critic: "Let go."

"You can jump off yourself."

"..."

Yin Wuzhi glanced at him.

If you really don't want to go to the Imperial Study Room, it doesn't take much effort to jump down from his arms. Compared with the reason of being too lazy to jump down, it seems more logical to feel reluctant to leave his arms.

The imperial study room has a thick floor, and the temperature of the earth dragon has completely risen, and it is warm when you walk in.

The funeral batch was arranged in front of the table, subconsciously leaned back, his body lightened again, and the whole person was picked up again, this time, he sat directly in Yin Wuzhi's arms: "I will help you with other things, You have to come by yourself, you can’t hide from it.”

Sangpi raised his face, raised his chin, and looked at Yin Wuzhi behind him.The back of his head was right on his shoulder, and when Yin Wuzhi lowered his eyes, he could see his well-defined eyelashes, neat and thick.

"..." Acting coquettishly again.

Yin Wuzhi pushed his head back, "Be obedient."

Zangpi looked decadent.

When it was time to work, he wanted to procrastinate, but Yin Wuzhi stuffed the pen in his hand, and he couldn't handle it properly, so he casually found a topic: "Why are you hindering me from choosing a concubine today?"

In fact, he wanted to ask before, but he was just lazy, and it just came in handy now.

Yin Wuzhi said: "Because you are not worthy of others."

This is quite in line with Yin Wuzhi's personality. In his eyes, he is a lazy ghost and a fool. If those girls enter the palace, they will definitely delay their lives.

Jiang Wu thought about it, and Yin Wuzhi stuffed the falling pen into his hand again, and he said, "If you say this, you are not afraid that I will punish you for your crime?"

Yin Wuzhi directly pinched his hand, forced him to hold the pen, spread out the notebook with the other hand, and said, "Write quickly."

Funeral batch: "..."

Yin Wuzhi is not afraid of him anymore.

Jiang Wu's head once again overflowed with faint resentment, and asked slowly: "What to write?"

"Look at the content."

Sangpi closed his eyes.

Yin Wuzhi had no choice but to say: "Then I'll say, you write."

He pressed his chin over Jiang Wu's shoulder, carefully read the content of the booklet, then considered his wording, pointed to a certain place in the booklet, and said: "Here, write, I see the prevalence of horse bandits..."

Jiang Wu was finally willing to sit up straight, staring at the nib of the pen seriously, not forgetting to complain: "Too fast."

"Look, Qi, ground..." Yin Wuzhi was forced to slow down his voice, jumping out word by word, while speaking, his thoughts quietly drifted away.

In front of the emperor, he said that he was not good enough for others, but he just passed it vaguely.

Jiang Wu was just talking about it verbally, without any real intention of asking for guilt.

And he began to write obediently, he wrote whatever he said, without asking a word.

Yin Wuzhi stared at his profile,

The sweet cinnamon has been completely washed away, Jiang Wu only has the smell of Canaan incense that is always burning in the Tai Chi Hall, very light, mixed with his own breath, poured into the lungs from the nose, too fresh and tempting people.

Yin Wuzhi uncontrollably put his nose close to his ear, took a breath very lightly and slowly, and then took another breath very lightly and slowly.

"Guan Qidi, what's next?" Jiang Wu said with a lazy voice, and when he found no one responded, he turned his face to look.Yin Wuzhi was too close, and when he turned his face, the bridge of his nose brushed heavily against his cheeks, their eyes met, their noses touched, and their breaths blended together in an instant.

Funeral batch: "?"

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

In the chest cavity, the heart began to beat faster, Yin Wuzhi turned his face away, stared at the notebook under his hand, and asked, "Why didn't you write it?"

"It's finished."

"There's more in the back."

"You didn't say that."

"Why is my memory so bad?" Yin Wuzhi repeated what he said just now, and said, "Write quickly."

"I'm tired."

"Are you tired after just writing a few words?"

Jiang Wu could only pull himself together, but the words that followed were obviously different from the beautiful fonts just now, and began to appear vain. Yin Wuzhi had no choice but to straighten his wrist, and said, "Write well."

"tired."

"..." Yin Wuzhi stretched out his five fingers, wrapped his hands around him, and said in a low voice, "Hold the pen firmly, this is to be sealed. If future generations see the crooked annotations, they will make long-winded speculations." , saying that you are illiterate and illiterate."

Let him hold his own hand, then tilted his head to his shoulder, raised his long eyelashes and asked, "How about it?"

"How about what?"

"Being speculated." The mourning critic said, unwilling to work: "So what?"

"Do you want to be famous in history or to be infamous forever?" Yin Wuzhi held his hand, trying to imitate his handwriting while threatening him: "If you want to be infamous forever, you can do whatever you want."

The funeral critic did not hesitate: "I want to leave a bad smell forever."

Yin Wuzhi scolded: "Nonsense."

"I want to be stigmatized forever."

"Don't make trouble."

"I want to be stigmatized forever."

"..." Why are you so different from others?