The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

The only blame is that Yin Wuzhi didn't live long enough.

In his 20-year life, where he has been full of calculations, he has never seen such a shameless thing.

This is obviously a humiliation visible to the naked eye, but because the humiliated person is lazy, he still wants the humiliated person to hold his hand to do humiliating things.

Yin Wuzhi had an urge to slap this thing on paper to see if he would become outrageous.

If this is not outrageous, he will resign from office and go to farm.

"Don't think about it."

"good."

"I said no."

"want."

"..." Yin Wuzhi turned away with a gloomy face.

He can accept taking care of Jiang Wu and helping him get out, but he absolutely cannot accept Jiang Wu doing this to him.

If it was a girl, she would have already slapped Hunjun on the face.

In his heart, this matter should be done by people who are in love with each other in order to enhance their relationship. He can't allow a guy like Jiang Wu who doesn't know how to cherish, at least for now, to do it in a hurry.

"Yin Wuzhi, I order you."

Yin Wuzhi ignored it.

"I will punish you."

Yin Wuzhi still ignored him.

"..." Jiang Wu said that he was tired and decided to take a rest first.

There was no movement behind him, and Yin Wuzhi bewilderedly passed what happened just now in his mind, wondering whether Jiang Wu would feel that Jiang Wu hated him because of that attitude.

Sad?

He was silent for a long time, and explained: "I don't like that."

Jiang Wu was still thinking about whether to give up on this matter. After all, it may take a lot of effort to do it, and he didn't know how much it would advance his death-seeking progress, and whether it was worth it.

This sentence made him raise his eyes again: "Yin Wuzhi."

Yin Wuzhi remained silent.

"turn around."

After a few breaths, Yin Wuzhi turned around, and his attitude of resistance was still very obvious.

The more he repelled him, the more Jiang Wu would not let him go: "Hand."

After being rejected, he compromised and changed to holding hands. This faint king is not completely hopeless, and he is still willing to respect others.

Yin Wuzhi took his hand angrily.

Jiang Wu's hand can obviously be seen to have held a pen and a weapon, but perhaps because of the pampering in the past two years, the callus on his palm has become much thinner, and it is a bit soft to press.

Yin Wuzhi held him in his palms with both hands, and suddenly remembered the outrageous request of this stupid king.

If this hand is really...

He came back to his senses: "What did you say?"

"touch."

"..." He still hasn't given up!

Yin Wuzhi's face turned green: "I told you, don't think about it."

"want."

Yin Wuzhiqi's lower lip began to arch up again.

"Yes." Jiang Wu will do anything to find death: "Otherwise, I will declare Chen Ziyan into the palace and let him bear it for you."

Yin Wuzhi's chest rose and fell, and his killing intent began to leak out like a funnel.

Jiang Wu understood that in his heart, Chen Ziyan was really the most important person, every time he mentioned Chen Ziyan, Yin Wuzhi seemed to be about to kill him with a knife.

If Chen Ziyan was called into the palace and humiliated in front of Yin Wuzhi, wouldn't the goal be achieved soon?

Jiang Wu is fearless: "Hurry up."

Yin Wuzhi squeezed his wrist, Jiang Wu said: "Don't hurt me."

His fingers were as tight as steel, and around those beautiful eyes, familiar red marks gradually spread.

Maybe it's shame, maybe it's embarrassment, maybe it's anger, maybe it's annoyed.

Jiang Wu's eyes suddenly focused on the corner of his left eye, and at that moment, he seemed to see something growing out of the other's eyes, like a smear of red.But he soon discovered that it was because Yin Wuzhi was crying again. When he cried, the corners of his eyes would turn red, and there would be tears covering the redness, which was crystal clear and beautiful.

His hand was pressed on Yin Wuzhi's chest as he wished.

The other party gritted his teeth: "So, are you satisfied?"

Naturally dissatisfied.

Jiang Wu said: "Move."

Yin Wuzhi's skin is very good, elastic and firm. Although the generals will inevitably have some scars, but that does not make this body less attractive, but more vigorous.

Jiang Wu's peripheral vision once again saw the thick red, which was as bright and dazzling as blood drops. He looked lazily at the corner of Yin Wuzhi's eyes, and the blood drops disappeared without a trace, as if he was just dazzled.

"Are you satisfied?" Yin Wuzhi's voice came, mixed with thunder and anger, gloomy like a ghost, Jiang Wu looked directly at him and said, "Not enough, do it again."

Yin Wuzhi quickly wiped his chest like a rag.

Jiang Wu ordered: "A bit below."

"..."

Yin Wuzhi has made up his mind, he will never show any pity for this stupid king again.No matter whether this stupid king likes him or not, loves him deeply, whether he is the only one who can save him, let him fend for himself!

"Go down again."

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

No, he wants to kill him, wring his head off with his own hands, and hang him on the city gate!

Jiang Wu's hand was thrown out heavily.

He always didn't exert any force on this body, but this time, the back of his hand suddenly hit the wall behind him, and his painful fingertips contracted.

Yin Wuzhi looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person, although there were still tears in his eyes, "You can get lost."

Jiang Wu really felt his hatred, and he was displeased: "You dare to drive me away."

"If you don't go, I will go."

He turned over and got out of bed, pulled his clothes up heavily, and when he lowered his eyes, tears flew across the bridge of his nose.

Jiang Wu is a villain, if he is not killed, he will not be ashamed today.

What makes him most angry is his body, he always seems to be attracted to him uncontrollably, and reacts uncontrollably.

"Yin Wuzhi."

The injury on his back was painful even if it didn't hurt. When he stood up, he supported his shoulders and grabbed the outer shirt on the screen without saying a word.

"You hurt me."

Yin Wuzhi wiped his eyes, bowed his head and got dressed without saying a word.

"Come here, rub it for me."

Yin Wuzhi opened the door expressionlessly.

"Or do you want me to call Chen Ziyan?"

The door was closed heavily, Yin Wuzhi turned back, grabbed his hand, and pressed it hard... because he was afraid of punishing the nine clans, he didn't press it down.

Jiang Wu was still observing him: "You can move freely?"

Yin Wuzhi rubbed his hands gloomyly.

Are you holding on?Jiang Wudao: "If that's the case, I'll go to the Imperial Study Room later and deal with the notes."

"May I ask what His Majesty is for?"

"The one who ordered you."

Yin Wuzhi swallowed the depression in his chest, picked him up, and put him back on the wheelchair, then Jiang Wu was directly pushed out the door, and the door was closed again behind him.

"Your Majesty is not feeling well, please take care of yourself."

Self is never easy, Jiang Wu called Qi Hanmiao and pushed himself back to the Tai Chi Hall.

In the following time, Yin Wuzhi didn't take a single step out of the hut where he was recuperating, and the memorials in the imperial study room were piled up into a hill again silently.

What made Jiang Wu feel comfortable was that without Yin Wuzhi, he went to court twice more openly, because none of the servants in the Tai Chi Hall dared not listen to him.

After two days of warming up, there was a sudden cliff-jumping cooling down that night. At noon on the second day, Jiang Wu was moved to the porch of the house, and he realized later that the soft robe he had worn before was no longer able to keep out the cold. So I searched for someone and found a blanket to cover it.

Qi Hanmiao came in from outside the hall, holding a soft cotton padded jacket, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, Miss Qiu's family sent me the clothes you sewed by yourself. You can wear them and have a look."

Jiang Wu lacked interest and didn't even glance at it.

Qi Hanmiao had no choice but to say: "It was sent by Miss Qiu's family."

Who is that?Jiang Wu was completely lost.

"Your Majesty." Qi Hanmiao turned around in front of him again, and said in a gentle voice, "It's Qiu Wuchen, Miss Qiu's own clothes."

Jiang Wu remembered, he tilted his head and glanced, and said, "Sister-in-law?"

Qi Hanmiao paused, sighed, and said, "Your Majesty is the only one who recognizes her as a sister-in-law."

Jiang Wu naturally recognized this sister-in-law, and not only did he recognize him, he would have to marry her by force in the future.

He thought about it again, and asked: "If I want to marry a wife, it won't be troublesome."

Qi Hanmiao's eyes lit up: "Your Majesty wants to marry a wife?"

"Is it troublesome?"

"No, no, no trouble at all. You only need to go to the imperial mausoleum to inform your ancestors, then perform the heavenly ceremony with the queen, and finally write the queen's name in the genealogy. That's enough."

...It sounds like a lot of trouble.

Jiang Wu's expression was gloomy, and Qi Hanmiao couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart: "Your Majesty, which girl do you fancy? But Miss Qiu Family?"

Jiang Wu is not yet mentally prepared. If marrying a wife is troublesome, he will give up on it.

In the final analysis, marrying Qiu Wuchen should be to drive King Xiang crazy, and then get rid of him as a matter of course, but if you skip the link of Qiu Wuchen and find a reason to kill King Xiang when he enters the capital, wouldn't it be good?

After all, they are all fools. Does a fool need to pay attention to logic?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Qi Hanmiao couldn't wait: "Your Majesty, which lady do you like? This servant will report to the Empress Dowager Ming. First, I will go to the woman's house to hire her. Next, I have to prepare a lot."

"I didn't think about it."

Qi Hanmiao could only suppress his excitement for the time being, tucked him a blanket, and said nicely, "Well, Your Majesty will think about it slowly, and this slave will hang up this clothes for Your Majesty first."

But he already had a spectrum in his mind, His Majesty must have someone in his mind for asking this question.

Today this dress was sent by the eldest miss of the Qiu family, and the one related to this dress has caught His Majesty's eyes, so of course it must be the young miss of the Qiu family.

He was so happy that he couldn't hide the joy on his face. When he went to deliver food to Prince Yin, the other party saw at a glance: "Emissary Qi is so happy, but what good happened at home?"

"Hey, there's nothing good about a slave."

"That's the Tai Chi Hall?" Yin Wuzhi didn't go out for a few days, and he didn't know what was going on. He picked up the chopsticks to eat, and sneered sarcastically: "Did your majesty rub your eyes with your own hands, or walk with your own feet?" Is it? Or is it rare to go to the imperial study?"

"No, no." Qi Hanmiao didn't hide anything from him: "Just now His Majesty asked the servant what preparations are needed to marry a queen."

Yin Wuzhi paused his hands and said, "Marry, Empress?"

"Exactly." Qi Hanmiao said: "However, Your Majesty has not yet decided which girl to marry, please trouble your son to keep it secret for the time being, and don't accidentally spread rumors to make people happy."

Yin Wuzhi put down his chopsticks slowly, and said, "In my mind, someone must have chosen."

"..." It was actually seen, so Qi Hanmiao could only say, "It should be, the little miss of the Qiu family."

"The former princess' sister?"

"The former crown princess..." Qi Hanmiao paused, and said, "That's right."

"What is it?" Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Yin Wuzhi said: "If you have something to say, you might as well just say it."

Qi Hanmiao sighed: "Prince Yuan died alone and did not marry a concubine."

Yin Wuzhi really didn't know about this matter. When he came back, Jiang Wu had already become the prince. Prince Jiang Yuan died, and King Qi had already been disabled.

He often travels with the army, and rarely interacts with the rich in Beijing, and there is no one who likes to gossip around him. As for Qiu Wuchen, he still learned about it from Qiu Wuxia at the osmanthus banquet.

"Your Majesty said, Qiu Wuchen..."

"Your Majesty did promise that after he ascends the throne, he will make the decision to let Qiu Wuchen marry Prince Yuan's tablet."

Yin Wuzhi was a little confused: "What's the reason?"

Qi Hanmiao thought for a moment, as if he was considering how much he could reveal to him: "Qiu Wuchen did indeed marry Prince Yuan, and he did have a very close relationship with Prince Yuan, but the two of them did not have time to get married, so His Royal Highness decided to marry him with a conspiracy. The crime of rebellion was shot and killed in the ancestral temple, so Qiu Wuchen is not the princess... She, after the prince Yuan left, she became a little crazy. , Qiu Shangshu thought she was ashamed, so he expelled her from the Qiu Mansion, therefore, only His Majesty in this world recognizes her as the Crown Princess of Yuan."

Yin Wuzhi understood: "Your Majesty often visits her because she is the Prince Yuan's favorite person, and he cares about the brotherhood before?"

"That's right." Qi Hanmiao said: "Your Majesty has been helping Crown Prince Yuan take care of her, but he was busy with affairs when he first took the throne, and his temperament has changed drastically in recent months, so far he has not been able to fulfill his promise."

Instead, he had a prejudice against Jiang Wu, it turned out that he was such a deeply affectionate person.

but……

"But the matter of Qiu Wuchen is not important." Qi Hanmiao changed into a beaming expression again: "The important thing is that His Majesty finally has a woman he likes. This Qiu Wuxia is really amazing, and he captured the dragon with just one meeting. Heart."

Yin Wuzhi didn't think that Qiu Wuxia had the ability to capture Long Xin: "That's not necessarily the case."

Qi Hanmiao echoed: "What your Highness said is very true. His Majesty often visited the eldest lady of the Qiu family before, and he must have secretly developed feelings for the young lady. The banquet of appreciating osmanthus should have allowed him to confirm his heart."

Yin Wuzhi indifferently cracked a boiled egg.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

"Ok?"

"Eggshells can't be eaten, be careful to scratch your stomach."