The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

The mourning batch fell back to the bed like mud.

His brows were deeply frowned, his mouth was flattened into a curve, his long eyelashes became wet, there seemed to be drops of water hanging from the corners of his eyes, and even the tip of his nose turned red tremblingly.

Every subtle expression is telling the unbearable suffering of life.

Yin Wuzhi turned his face to look at Qi Hanmiao.

Qi Hanmiao said: "Probably, a quarter of an hour... His Majesty said."

Wait another quarter of an hour, and it will be the end of the hour.

Yin Wuzhi looked at the engraving on the table, thinking of the ministers waiting in the rain, his face became more and more gloomy.

The faint king is really hateful.

On such a rainy day, so many people arrived before dawn, and he could still sleep here without any distractions, so he didn't think about his servants at all?

Qi Hanmiao was as anxious as he was.

He really didn't understand how the emperor could sleep?He wasn't worried about what emotions the officials would have when they were waiting for him?Endangering the country?

This quarter of an hour became extremely long for Yin Wuzhi and Qi Hanmiao.

Yin Wuzhi came to the door and took a look at the sky. Because of the rain, the brightness of the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the light was dim.

Looking back at Jiang Wu again, the wrinkled face of the other party has returned to calm, and he seems to have fallen asleep again.

He walked back to the bed and stared at Leuke.

After a quarter of an hour, he immediately lifted the quilt and said coldly, "It's time."

If it wasn't for his elderly father and teacher being in the rain, he wouldn't care how long Jiang Wu was going to mess around.

The bastard who lost his quilt curled up on the dragon bed.

He clearly remembered that he had already woken up, washed up and went to court, why was he still lying on the bed.

Sangpi was a little dazed, suspecting that this must not be true, he had obviously gotten up once.

"His Majesty."

Yin Wuzhi's voice was eerie and terrifying, and he slammed at him word by word.

Well, this is real, he was just dreaming.

Jiang Wu's eyelashes trembled, and he said, "Yin Aiqing, I order you to go to court on my behalf."

"absurd!"

"..." Jiang Wu closed his eyes for a while, and finally accepted the reality sadly: "Help me up."

The restless Yin Shizi finally found something to do, immediately sat on the dragon couch to help him up, and leaned on him as if he had no bones. go.

Yin Wuzhi had no choice but to reach out and hold his shoulder, supporting him with the strength of his arm.

The palace slaves waiting outside filed in. Some were holding water basins, some were holding towels, some were holding tea, some were holding dragon robes, some were holding tiaras, some were holding jade hooks... they all knelt down. In front of the dragon couch.

Qi Hanmiao brought some tea and went forward: "Your Majesty, rinse your mouth with fragrant tea."

Sangpi hangs his head and opens his mouth.

Qi Hanmiao: "..."

How to feed this.

Yin Wuzhi's brows were almost twisted into a pimple, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he could only hold back the disgust and move away the arm supporting Sangpi, and Sangpi really took advantage of the trend and leaned against his chest, his face was exposed, which was much more exciting up.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't swallow it."

Then there was cleansing, wiping hands, and Yin Wuzhi had to help tug a few times when he was putting on the dragon robe. Finally, he got dressed on the bed, and someone came to comb his hair.

The funeral batch was at the mercy of others like a lifeless doll. His loose long hair was combed to the top of his hair. When he realized that someone was putting a crown on his head, he made another mournful voice: "Shen."

Really heavy.

He couldn't understand why human beings would attach so many grand things to the emperor. For example, the dragon robe on his body was embroidered in three dimensions. I don't know how many people's time and embroidery threads were spent. Every time he wore it, it was as heavy as an iron armor. .

The crowns are also made of jade, gold and silver, and once put on the head, it is almost impossible to lift it up.

With such equipment, Jiang Wu really couldn't sit still, couldn't stand up, and there was only one message in his mind: sink, so sink, sink to death.

"Your Majesty, bear with me, the morning court will soon be over." Qi Hanmiao comforted, Jiang Wu's voice was suppressed by the equipment on his body: "I can't walk."

"The slave called the guards to come and carry His Majesty to the Luanjia."

Yin Wuzhi moved his ears, and his eyes suddenly turned sharp.

A man in black appeared silently in the room.

Qi Hanmiao didn't show any surprise, and said: "Sixteen is here, hurry up, don't let His Majesty miss the morning court."

The man in black came consciously, walked towards Jiang Wu consciously, and hugged Jiang Wu consciously.

There was a huge canopy on the top of Luanjia, and because of the cold weather, wind-shielding curtains were hung on both sides, and the faint king lazily nestled inside, his figure became indistinct.

Yin Wuzhi held an umbrella and followed beside Luanjia.

The ground in Miyagi is flat, but because the rain has not stopped, the ground is still churning with a thin layer of water. When the boots step on it, it gets wet quickly, and the soles of the feet obviously feel damp and cold.

But this is only for Yin Wuzhi and others.

The soles of Jiang Wu's feet are always very clean and spotless.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Through the cracks in the swaying curtain, one can see that the sky is still very cloudy. Although the sky cannot penetrate the clouds, it still brings light to the world.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes, but felt that his arms were heavy, so he just blinked his eyelashes twice.

Physiologically, he was still sleepy, his temples were sore, but his spirit was a little clearer.

The slap of everyone's boots on the water could be heard, and the people who lifted the sedan chair were trained, fast and steady, and Jiang Wu didn't even feel the slightest jolt.

Luanjia soon stopped in front of the dragon gate of Chengde Hall.

Qi Hanmiao lifted the curtain, and Jiang Wu saw the familiar throne, made of pure gold, and every pattern on it was handmade by craftsmen, meticulously crafted to the pinnacle of perfection.

For this chair, the palace has specially raised a group of craftsmen to maintain and clean it regularly to ensure that it is always dignified and dazzling.

But in fact, this chair is not easy to sit on.

I don’t know what the Xia people think, but no blankets are allowed on the dragon chair. Although Jiang Wu has only sat on it three times, he knows that it is cold and hard every time he sits on it, maybe a little bit better than sitting on ice.

The field of view is naturally excellent. Sitting on it, you can clearly observe every official. These great talents who are calling the wind and rain outside bow down at his feet one after another, listening to him give orders, which sounds very good.

But if a north-south wind blows, the wind will enter from the main entrance of the hall, and the people sitting on the high place will feel cold all over.If the wind blows from east to west, the cold will come in from this dragon gate, and it just blows directly at Jiang Wu... There is a chill in the bones.

In short, no matter how you look at it, Jiang Wu doesn't think this chair is any good.

He glanced at Yin Wuzhi.

I don't know what this guy will think if he gets on the dragon chair.

The man in black appeared next to Jiang Wu silently again, saluted deeply, and then reached out to him.

"Slow down." Jiang Wu stopped him: "Change Yin Aiqing."

The man in black looked slightly stunned, then saluted him again, and obediently disappeared in front of everyone.

Yin Wuzhi's face turned blue.

In that hall stood his father and teacher, as well as his colleagues and friends. Maybe these people would berate Jiang Wu for forcing him into the palace in Chengde Hall today. If he showed obedience to Jiang Wu at this time, then What do your loved ones think?

"You." Jiang Wu couldn't refuse and said, "Hug me, go up."

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

"Otherwise, I will now..." His eyes rolled, and he said slowly: "Put Dingnan King in prison."

Naturally, all officials cannot bring weapons to the court. This palace is Jiang Wu's world. If he is really so stupid, King Dingnan can only be arrested without a fight.

However, if Jiang Wu really does this, it means that he doesn't want this country anymore.This unreasonable provocation made Yin Wuzhi feel heavy. He really didn't understand how the Yin family offended Jiang Wu.

"What's the reason?"

"Who do I want to imprison, do I still need a reason?" Jiang Wu said lazily, "Even if I kill someone, it just depends on my mood."

If he really killed King Dingnan, the world would be in chaos.Yin Wuzhi didn't believe it at all: "You dare not."

Once these two men were at war, it would be really stressful. Everyone, including Qi Hanmiao, subconsciously held their breath.

Jiang Wu didn't even move his eyelashes.

He just looked at Yin Wuzhi quietly.

Yin Wuzhi's breathing gradually tightened.

Jiang Wu's eyeballs are inorganic, like lifeless crystals or glass, not indifferent, not cruel, nor provocative and intimidating.

Like a stone on the side of the road, it just stays there, whether you vent it to it or ignore it, it just stays there, calm and without fluctuation, just a pure existence.

Jiang Wu seems to be not afraid of anything, not afraid of broken mountains and rivers, not afraid of family ruin, not afraid of killing people, and not afraid of bearing the consequences.

Yin Wuzhi fought on the battlefield, and met many fearless people, but even if he was not afraid of life and death, he was also afraid of family members being injured, compatriots being humiliated, and descendants in dire straits.

But Jiang Wu didn't care.

I am used to seeing fierce, cruel and eerie enemies on the battlefield, but those blue-faced fangs are not half as scary as the handsome and delicate emperor in front of me.

Yin Wuzhi believed that Jiang Wu could do it.

He stepped forward and lifted Jiang Wu up.

Jiang Wu put his arm on his shoulder, very satisfied with his success in intimidating Yin Wuzhi.

Of course he will not really kill King Dingnan.

Indeed, Yin Wuzhi was right. He could kill King Dingnan, and he could accept all the consequences of killing him calmly. He didn't care about the destruction of mountains and rivers, or the destruction of his family.

But it can be done, but it doesn't mean it will be done. It seems that many people can easily kill a cat without any guilt, but what's the point of killing it?

Jiang Wu looked at Yin Wuzhi's face, the fingers on his shoulder moved slightly, and his thumb brushed against Yin Wuzhi's ear.

The latter turned his head to avoid it.

Really, King Dingnan was going to die anyway, he died sooner or later, what difference would it make if he was killed or died of old age.

Look at him, he's so scared.

There was a slight commotion in Chengde Hall.

King Dingnan's expression changed drastically.

Faint Lord, Faint Lord, Faint Lord.

What did he take my son for?dock porter?Or the eunuch in the respect room?

His beard trembled slightly, and he forcibly restrained himself so as not to lose his composure in Chengde Hall.

And instinctively knelt down with everyone, shouting: "I see Your Majesty—"

"Everyone is flat." Jiang Wu sat down on the dragon seat, spoke lightly, and hooked Yin Wuzhi's cuff, making it impossible for him to leave.

The courtiers straightened up rustlingly, and when King Dingnan raised his eyes, he saw Hunjun groping along Yin Wuzhi's cuff until he touched his finger.

King Dingnan: "..."

He blew his beard angrily.

"Yin Aiqing." Jiang Wu took Yin Wuzhi's hand and said to him solemnly, "You stand here."

Look at your officials, your Chengde Palace, and your talented scholars.

"Listen carefully, write down everything you want to discuss today."

"After you get back," you can deal with it after you get back, "tell me."

Yin Wuzhi: "?"