The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

Jiang Wu didn't even look at him.

It seems that Yin Wuzhi hasn't figured out the situation yet, not to mention that Jiang Wu has other purposes, but he really likes Yin Wuzhi, and in his capacity, if he wants to force him to stay in the palace, how can a little prince be able to disobey him easily? of?

He looked careless, but he said the words to the emperor's grandmother: "If you have to go, it's not impossible. I won't be the emperor, and I will follow wherever you go."

The scene was silent again, and the Empress Dowager's face became even more ugly.

Jiang Wu decided in a leisurely tone: "In short, that's it, either he stays, or I go with him."

If he can't be the emperor, it means that the restoration of history has failed, so there is no need to waste his efforts, he will kill himself as soon as he leaves the palace, and continue to be a ghost happily.

Anyway, I tried my best.

But history obviously won't be changed easily, just like when he was stopped from cutting his neck that day, although both the Empress Dowager and Empress Dowager were stunned and angry, they didn't directly ask him to get off the throne.

Of course, they don’t have the right to speak. Now Jiang Wu is the master of the house. He is the master of the world. The same can only watch.

The Empress Dowager finally said: "Senior Yin, you come out with Ai's family."

Jiang Wu could almost guess what she was going to say, it was nothing more than persuading Yin Wuzhi to bear it for the time being, saying that he was in a daze for a while, since Jiang Wu had already said that Yin Wuzhi had to, she would definitely not help him leave, It's hard to get along with Jiang Wu.

But he should find another time to persuade Jiang Wu.

The majestic rain gradually became pattering, and when Yin Wuzhi walked back, Jiang Wu was still lying on the low couch, maintaining the posture just now, with his head turned to the outside.

The loose long hair blocked most of the face, only half of the plain white ears were exposed.

Lazy, undisciplined, untidy.

Disgusting.

Yin Wuzhi turned around and sat down on the chair farthest from Jiang Wu in the room.

Jiang Wu has been lying still, and did not find him for fun.

Yin Wuzhi calmed down, and when he heard his steady breathing, he realized that he was asleep.

The gloomy sky was getting darker and darker, the pattering rain continued, and suddenly a cold wind blew in, Yin Wuzhi raised his eyes, just in time to see the Hunjun shivering on the couch.

"Qi Hanmiao." The guy who just woke up had a hoarse voice, "Qi Hanmiao, I'm cold."

Qi Hanmiao had just been sent by the empress dowager to give him a lecture, but he has not returned yet.

Yin Wuzhi casually took the jade pot on the stove on the small table and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Another gust of wind blew in.

Yin Wuzhi in the room could feel the coolness, not to mention the Hunjun nestled in the porch of the house, Jiang Wu curled up on it, and his bewildered mind gradually woke up in the cold wind.

"Qi Hanmiao." He shouted repeatedly, warm and sticky: "Qi Hanmiao, Qi Hanmiao, Qi Hanmiao..."

Yin Wuzhi calmly sipped his tea, watching with cold eyes.

Under Jiang Wu's persevering call, there was finally a movement outside, Qi Hanmiao responded from a distance, and raised his voice: "The slave is here, here he is."

He rushed in panting: "Your Majesty, the old slave is back."

Jiang Wu didn't ask him where he was going, and he didn't seem to care where he went. When he heard the other party's voice, he didn't look back, but shrank his head and hummed, "I'm cold."

Qi Hanmiao quickly went to get a blanket to cover Jiang Wu, and ordered someone to find a heater and put it in his hands, and said softly, "Your Majesty, are you feeling better?"

Jiang Wu nodded, hugged the stove and blinked his eyes a few times, his body warmed up before thinking about something else: "Where did Yin Aiqing go?"

"His Royal Highness..." Qi Hanmiao said, "You are sitting in the back."

"Who told him to sit?" Jiang Wu said, "Tell him to come and kneel."

Qi Hanmiao quietly turned his head and glanced at Yin Wuzhi, his eyes frightened him, so he could only tentatively change the subject: "Look, Your Majesty, it's getting dark, you haven't eaten yet. Well, do we have to order Chuan Shan first?"

I almost forgot, you have to eat to be a human being.

"Okay." Jiang Wu rubbed his belly and said, "Let Yin Aiqing come over."

After all, he still couldn't escape the fate of passing the microphone, so Qi Hanmiao could only turn around and ask, "His Royal Highness?"

Yin Wuzhi stared at Hunjun for a few breaths, and put down the teacup in his hand heavily.

Qi Hanmiao didn't dare to stay longer: "The slave will pass on the food."

With Jiang Wu's permission, he immediately oiled the soles of his feet to leave space for the two of them.

Yin Wuzhi looked down at him again.

Jiang Wu didn't care about his offense: "I want to go into the house."

Yin Wuzhi turned sideways to make room for him.

How can the funeral batch walk by itself: "You carry me in."

Yin Wuzhi: "?"

Jiang Wu pointed to the table where Yin Wuzhi drank water, and there was a large soft chair next to it. It was specially ordered by someone after he came here. It can completely wrap people in it and is very comfortable.

He said: "You carry me there, I have to wait for dinner."

Yin Wuzhi didn't move.

Jiang Wudao: "If you are disobedient, I will take off your clothes and put you in an iron cage."

Yin Wuzhi asked: "Is Your Majesty a big girl?"

Jiang Wu shook his head.

The sarcasm didn't work, Yin Wuzhi could only suppress his anger: "I can't hold His Majesty."

"You have to hug too."

Yin Wuzhi: "...I lost my pride."

"If I fall, I will announce your father to serve in the palace."

"you……"

"Huh?" Jiang Wu tilted his head, obviously provocative, but his eyes were like glass, without any fluctuation.

Yin Wuzhi's chest vibrated, Huo Di pulled off the blanket on Hunjun's body, and the heat preservation measures faded away, Jiang Wu shrank his neck uncontrollably, he held the stove in his mouth, and saw Yin Wuzhi's penetrating expression, the corners of his mouth slightly curved .

Yin Wuzhi frowned tightly, obviously a little bit helpless to him, seeing this, he said coldly: "What are you laughing at?"

"Hurry up."

Jiang Wu was like a scourge to him, Yin Wuzhi stretched out his hands calmly, endured the disgust in his heart, closed his eyes heavily, and then restrainedly put his hands on Jiang Wu's shoulders.

Jiang Wu lost the stove, and took advantage of the situation to put his arms around Yin Wuzhi's neck.

He was only wearing a thin light gold inner robe, the fabric was thin satin, quite soft and close to the body, just wrapped in the blanket, there was still some heat, and it was attached to Yin Wuzhi's body all of a sudden, feeling a little too intimate.

Yin Wuzhi grabbed his arms reflexively, and heard him cry, "It hurts."

The purple marks left in the morning have turned black and blue. It's okay if you don't touch it, but it hurts when you touch it.

Jiang Wu also remembered it when he was in pain: "You have to rub the medicine on me later, and if you dare to hurt my dragon body, I will definitely take off your clothes, and I will do what I say."

The threat worked, Yin Wuzhi put down the hand that was grabbing his wrist, lifted him up and put him in the designated position like a broken pot, and then turned away immediately——

"stop."

Yin Wuzhi turned his back to him, his muscles tensed silently, as if he had suffered some great humiliation.

Jiang Wu touched the cup that Yin Wuzhi had just used, it was still warm, he knew it in his heart, and said: "When I was cold, you sat here all the time."

Not a question, but a statement.

Yin Wuzhi said: "Your Majesty is calling Qi Hanmiao just now."

So ruthless.Jiang Wudao: "Kneel down."

The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.No matter how depressed Yin Wuzhi felt, he still lifted his robe and knelt down.

But he knelt very stubbornly.

His waist is straight and his jaw is raised high. Although he is not facing Jiang Wu, every line of his body tells of his unyielding.

When Qi Hanmiao passed the meal into the hall, Yin Wuzhi was still kneeling, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and ordered someone to put the food on the round table, Fang Wen Jiang Wu said compassionately: "Get up."

Yin Wuzhi didn't move, his voice was so cold that he could fall out of ice balls: "I'm not hungry."

"Who wants you to eat." Jiang Wu said: "Get up and feed me."

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

Qi Hanmiao tried to save him: "Your Majesty, I will give you some vegetables."

"Let Yin Aiqing come."

The rescue failed, and he could only stand aside awkwardly.

Before Yin Wuxiu could move for a long time, Jiang Wu lifted his foot and kicked on his shoulder: "Hurry up, I'm hungry."

Yin Wuzhi finally made a move, he restrained the scattered murderous intentions, and said in a gloomy tone: "What do you want to eat, Your Majesty?"

Jiang Wu wanted to make things difficult for him on purpose, but when he glanced around, some of the food on the table was delicious, but it was extremely troublesome to eat, either spit out the bones, or chew a lot, while those fried things looked Very hard, tiring teeth, and may pierce the mouth.

In the first few days when Sangpi came here, he had already learned about some food, and he didn't have any special preference for food, as long as it was simple and easy to swallow, and it was enough to keep this body alive.

Pointing to the clay pot on the table, he said, "Congee."

This is the most pleasing food selected by Jiang Wu after half a month of personal experimentation. White porridge has a glutinous taste and melts in the mouth. .

Yin Wuzhi filled the porridge, and brought a spoon to his mouth bluntly, hot air rushed to his face, Jiang Wu said: "Blow it."

Yin Wuzhi returned the spoon and blew on it with a gloomy expression.If possible, he probably wanted to twist Jiang Wu's neck off.

The spoon was brought back to his mouth, Jiang Wu touched his lips to make sure it wasn't hot, and then he opened his mouth to swallow it.

Out of kindness to himself, Jiang Wu did not deliberately torture Yin Wuzhi during this meal.

Yin Wuzhi was waiting for him to pick and choose, until Jiang Wu said, "I'm full."

Only then did he realize that the other party just ate up a bowl of porridge.

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

When he finally put the bowl and spoon on the table, he was still a little confused.

In other words, don't let him tear a chicken leg and peel a shrimp, or pick a fishbone to pry a clam or something?

...Wait, how could he have such an idea.

Yin Wuzhi frowned angrily.

"It's time to take a shower."

Yin Wuzhi's eyelids twitched, and he met Hun Junji's eyes, and after another half-day of mental training, he lifted him up and strode towards the Nuan Pavilion.

The mist in the Warm Pavilion was steaming, and the thick curtain blocked all the chill, and one could feel the surging heat as soon as one entered.The water outlet beside the pool is six hand-carved faucets, and the lighting is eight pearls embedded in the lamp post.

Under Jiang Wu's instructions, Yin Wuzhi put him on a small waterproof couch covered with soft cowhide by the pool, and immediately several maidservants stepped forward and surrounded Jiang Wu.

Some of them carried clothes, some burned incense, some brought wooden buckets to hold water ladles, and one of them knelt down in front of the small couch empty-handed, and untied Jiang Wu's clothes.

Even though Yin Wuzhi had heard about it, he had never seen a real emperor take a bath, and when he saw the servant girl's slender fingers pushing the clothes of the faint emperor away, he immediately turned his back.

He was about to leave, but a voice came from behind: "Look, this is the way you will learn to serve the emperor in the future."

Who wants to learn Lao Shizi's way of serving the king.Yin Wuzhi refused to look back.

"Or if you wish, I will find guards to take off your clothes and put you in an iron cage."

Yin Wuzhi turned around and looked at him expressionlessly.

He just wanted to see how shameless this stupid king is, and he can wash it off with peace of mind when people stare at him.

Jiang Wu was helped into the water unconsciously and closed his eyes naturally.

For him, this body is just a temporary habitat, there is not much to worry about, and naturally there is no emotion such as shyness. He calmly relaxes his limbs and lets his body soak in the water.

Only at this time, Jiang Wu could barely regain some of the familiarity of being a wandering soul, and his body became light and light, although it was just a feeling, not really floating... Anyway, he loved it to death.

The maid took the water ladle and poured water on his shoulders carefully. His loose long hair was pulled up, only a few strands scattered restlessly, sticking messily on the plain white back, as if someone dipped it in a fine brush. Ink, I went to the snow to sketch a few strokes lightly.

No tricks, but enough to catch the eye.

Jiang Wu didn't soak for too long, it's not that he didn't want to, he was obsessed with the feeling of floating in the water when he first came, and after soaking for two full hours, it directly caused the brain to lack oxygen and passed out. When he woke up, he found that the imperial doctor looked flustered, and his nasal cavity was astringent.

The taste of choking on water is too uncomfortable, Jiang Wu never wants to experience it again in his life.

The maid helped him out of the warm pool, wiped him dry carefully, and brought him a new soft robe to put on him.

The robe re-wrapped the slender waist and long legs. Jiang Wu opened his arms and said slowly: "Yin Aiqing, have you learned it?"

Yin Wuzhi: "...?"

"I ask you." Jiang Wu stepped forward, manipulated the emperor's body to come to him, and said with hints: "Have you learned, I just taught you, the way of killing kings."

His cheeks were blush from the heat, although his behavior and conversation were meant to humiliate, but his eyes never changed, like inorganic crystals, neither sad nor happy, and it was because of inorganic that they looked extraordinarily clean, just Because of cleanliness, the blush on the cheeks shows impure motives.

Yin Wuzhi looked away, clasped his hands behind his back, and said, "Yes."