The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

When Yin Wuzhi continued to scoop up a spoonful calmly, Jiang Wu slowly opened his eyes.

"belch."

Qi Hanmiao shook his fingers.

At the same time, Jiang Wu's breathing began to increase, his cheeks gradually flushed, and physiological tears overflowed his eyes.

Qi Hanmiao: "Come here! Hurry up and pass on the imperial physician!! Hurry up!!!"

There was a riot in the Tai Chi Hall, Qi Hanmiao poured water on Jiang Wu, patted his back, and stroked his chest. Finally, Yin Wuzhi got up, raised Jiang Wu and slapped Jiang Wu.

Before the imperial physician came, he coughed up the whole green bean.

Jiang Wu, whose voice was saved, was gently put back on the chair, while Yin Wuzhi supported his shoulders, bent over and observed him carefully.

Jiang Wu's face was expressionless, as if he hadn't released any emotions because of the accidental damage, but because his eyes were watery and the corners of his eyes were red, he looked a little unknowingly pitiful.

Qi Hanmiao cautiously said, "Your Majesty...can you drink some more water?"

Jiang Wu didn't want to talk.

He had a terrible sore throat.

The body is the chief culprit of torture, and life is its accomplice.

The white porridge that Jiang Wu ate half had gone cold just now, maybe because he felt sorry, Yin Wuzhi consciously filled him another bowl, and said, "Eat more?"

"Porridge." Jiang Wu's voice was low and hoarse because his throat was sore just now: "Why is there something else?"

Qi Hanmiao took a quick look at Yin Wuzhi, and said, "Could it be that the imperial dining room accidentally..."

Jiang Wu didn't believe it.

The green beans clearly didn't look like they were boiled with white porridge, not to mention they were neither soft nor rotten, and they had a faint taste different from white porridge. He looked at the plate of fried pork with green beans on the table.

"This is an assassination." He said firmly, "Go, put them all in prison."

Qi Hanmiao glanced at Yin Wuzhi: The slave can't help.

Yin Wuzhi naturally would not allow innocent people to bear the consequences for himself, he knelt down directly, and said frankly: "This is the minister's proposition."

I also regretted it for a while, how could I do such an impulsive thing in front of the emperor, maybe because the Hunjun's appearance of closing his eyes and accepting the feeding was too harmless?

But he did not expect that Jiang Wu would swallow it without chewing it.

If this happened to someone else, it would probably be over after some laughing, but the person in front of him is the Son of Heaven, so he will not tolerate him being so presumptuous.

Yin Wuzhi's admission was also expected by Jiang Wu, he said lightly: "If you drag it on, you will be punished with twenty lashes."

Qi Hanmiao said in horror: "Twenty lashes? His Royal Highness is afraid that his skin will be peeled off."

What Jiang Wu wanted was to make him peel off his skin. Yin Wuzhi really went too far. Last time he pinched him, but this time he choked him. He must make the other party feel scared.

Jiang Wu ordered people to move him to the gate of the palace, and watch the punishment together.

When Imperial Physician Gu finally arrived, he found Yin Wuzhi kneeling outside the hall, with a whip-wielding eunuch standing next to him.

Jiang Wu said, "Hit."

He tentatively stepped forward to salute: "I see Your Majesty."

"En." Jiang Wu nodded, and Gu Yan said, "I don't know what's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Qi Hanmiao thought that being choked by Qingdou seemed to hurt His Majesty's face, so he subconsciously looked at Jiang Wu's face, trying to determine whether he was vague or telling the truth.

Jiang Wu already said: "I was stabbed and hurt my throat."

There was a crack of the whip.

Gu Yan hurriedly stared at his neck, but didn't see any clues, Jiang Wu pointed at the beaten Yin Wuzhi and said, "He dared to put green beans in my porridge."

Gu Yan was startled: "But it's mixed with poison?!"

Amidst the sound of the whip, Qi Hanmiao defended Yin Wuzhi: "There is absolutely no such thing."

Jiang Wu didn't frame Yin Wuzhi either: "My throat hurts."

He opened his mouth to signal Gu Yan to look at it, and the latter hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, pinched his chin and looked at it carefully for a while, and said: "...It's swollen, I'll prepare some cold slices for your majesty to swallow." .”

"Ah."

Gu Yan silently walked to one side to look through the medicine box, while giving Qi Hanmiao a wink: This is it?

Qi Hanmiao sighed and shook his head.

Of course he knew that the emperor was making a fuss out of a molehill, but although the emperor was extremely lazy, this matter was indeed caused by Yin Wuzhi, and it was not a loss for him to be beaten.

After all, not everyone can tolerate the childishness and willfulness of young people.

Thinking about it this way, Qi Hanmiao suddenly felt that perhaps the Son of Heaven was using an excuse to teach His Royal Highness how to behave in the world.

Gu Yan took out the cold slices for Jiang Wu to swallow, and left him a small bottle, telling him to use it when it hurts.

The wounded throat was soothed by the coolness.Jiang Wu thought sadly, putting beans in other people's porridge easily without their consent, no matter how others understand it, anyway, in Sangpi's view, this is an extremely serious matter.

Of course, if it's just because of provoking funeral approval, Yin Wuzhi won't deserve to be whipped.After all, being alive is already tiring, and Sangpi doesn't want to pursue these matters.

But who let Yin Wuzhi kill Jiang Wu in history?The funeral critic can only use the needles to let everyone know that he is a faint king who punished others with whips because of Qingdou's throat, and let everyone know that Yin Wuzhi killed Jiang Wu because Jiang Wu deserved it.

After being whipped, Yin Wuzhi came to Jiang Wu and knelt down again.

Jiang Wu asked him: "Are you complaining in your heart that I don't show affection?"

"I dare not."

It's not that I don't complain, but that I dare not.

Jiang Wu, who had successfully bullied someone, was a little satisfied. He said, "It just so happens that Doctor Gu is here, so you take off your clothes and let him see the injury."

"I'm fine."

Yin Wuzhi lowered his eyelashes, judging from his overly indifferent expression and tone, he clearly didn't look like someone who had just received twenty lashes.

After all, he was a person who had struggled on the battlefield since he was a child. This injury may not be a big deal to him. If he had known, he would have given him fifty lashes.

Jiang Wudao: "If you don't want to watch, I will give you another twenty lashes."

"Your Majesty, please."

Why is this kid so stubborn?Qi Hanmiao hurriedly said: "This servant will take His Royal Highness to see the injury."

He stretched out his hand to pull Yin Wuzhi, and Gu Yan also stepped forward, saying: "Your Highness, your back is already bleeding, you should deal with it in time."

Yin Wuzhi pursed his pale lips.

Confusion emerged in Jiang Wu's heart.

The human body will produce pain, which brings about their instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Why does Yin Wuzhi seem to want to do it again?

Yin Wuzhi was finally persuaded to leave.

Jiang Wu was moved over to watch.

Yin Wuzhi, who was about to take off his clothes, stopped immediately when he saw him, his eyes were cold: "What else do you want to explain, Your Majesty?"

"I want to see you take off your clothes."

Yin Wuzhi looked gloomy and uncertain.

Seeing this, Gu Yan had no choice but to coax Jiang Wu: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness is seriously injured, in case His Majesty's eyes are dirty..."

"Shut up." Jiang Wu said slowly, "Take off his clothes and show me."

"It's not a girl's house." Gu Yan couldn't convince the emperor, so he had to come to persuade Yin Wuzhi: "Why bother?"

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

Jiang Wu successfully saw his body, with well-proportioned bones and vigorous muscles.

"I want to take a closer look."

The two eunuchs brought him closer again, Yin Wuzhi twitched his brows slightly, and looked at him faintly with a bit of wolf-like sternness.

Jiang Wu's translucent, inorganic eyes stared at him without blinking, as clear as a newborn baby, and as indifferent as if he didn't see him at all.

"Fortunately, the injury is not particularly serious." Gu Yan said: "Apply some medicine, let it sit for a few days, and the scab will heal."

This injury is indeed not serious to Yin Wuzhi, but it is enough for him to see clearly how moody Hunjun is.

If the hall today was to show how much he was valued and loved, a green bean made him see through the ruthlessness and innocence of the emperor. He didn't like it, but played with it.

Playing him in the palm of his hand, holding him to the top easily, and then throwing him to the center of the earth at will.

As a human being, Yin Wuzhi's body is indeed good enough. Jiang Wu stretched out his magic palm to his chest, and he held his wrist again.

This time, Yin Wuzhi didn't deliberately hurt him, but simply shackled him: "I'm healing."

Gu Yan quickly applied medicine to Yin Wuzhi, perhaps to avoid Jiang Wu, Yin Wuzhi got out of bed and took the gauze, saying: "Thank you, the doctor, I will do the rest by myself."

Gu Yan's jaw dropped, but he didn't stay much.

Yin Wuzhi's robe was ripped apart, stained with blood, and could no longer be worn.

Qi Hanmiao found clothes for him again, Jiang Wu glanced at them, but said, "Change."

Qi Hanmiao said softly, "I'm afraid the rest are not suitable."

"Change."

"..." Qi Hanmiao changed silently, and this time he brought three sets of different colors.

Jiang Wudao: "The one in the middle."

Yin Wuzhi: "."

The middle is pinkish white.

"Put it on."

That's all, clothes don't distinguish between men and women, and they can be worn as they are.

He calmly changed into the clothes, decided not to fight against the Hunjun at will, and said: "The lunch has been eaten, and His Majesty has also taken revenge, can I listen to the minister's report on the court affairs?"

Jiang Wu was still waiting for him to comment on the clothes. When he heard this, he resisted in his heart, and he didn't care about bullying him anymore: "You can deal with it, and you don't have to report it to me."

"That's not what His Majesty said in Chengde Palace."

"I believe in you."

Yin Wuzhi looked solemn.

There is no doubt that this must be a flattery.

Just now because of that trivial matter, Yin Wuzhi could not easily believe that the Hunjun would hand over the important affairs of the court to himself.

"I can't decide." Yin Wuzhi went to get the paper he had recorded, turned around and came back, and said, "Your Majesty, please take a look."

Jiang Wu nestled in the chair sadly, and said sadly: "I'm going to the imperial garden to bask in the sun."

Without waiting for Yin Wuzhi to persuade, he said in an unquestionable tone: "We will discuss this matter later."

At this moment, the rain had completely stopped, and the sun emerged from the clouds, making people drowsy with warmth.

Jiang Wu changed into a wheelchair, wrapped in a thin cloak, let Yin Wuzhi push him, and went all the way to the imperial garden.

Suddenly there were some women's teasing voices, Jiang Wu turned his head to look, and saw a few women dressed as beautiful women standing beside him, one of whom was being pushed on a swing.

"Okay Yuyu, it's my turn

"Let me sit down again, and I will replace you immediately."

Yin Wuzhi stopped driving the wheelchair.

Sure enough, he was a fool, and he rolled his eyes when he saw the beautiful woman.

At the same time, several laughing women also spotted the group of them, and recognized Jiang Wu's identity from the yellow canopy above his head, the pattern of the cloak on his body, and Qi Hanmiao who followed him.

Immediately, his face turned pale, and he paid homage on the spot: "Your Majesty, my servant."

Yuyu was one step late because she was on the swing, and when she noticed that the emperor had been staring at her, her heart jumped wildly. As she knelt down on the ground, she thought timidly and full of expectation, could it be that Your Majesty has taken a fancy to her?

"Flat body."

Everyone got up one after another, and Yuyu raised her head cautiously. Although she didn't see the face of the emperor, she was keenly aware that the emperor was looking in her direction.

She, she is really going to fly on the branches and become a phoenix!

Yin Wuzhi also noticed Jiang Wu's gaze, and heard him say: "In the past."

This is the Son of Heaven, there is no need to see no evil or kiss any evil, he can approach anyone he likes at will, without worrying about being accused of being a disciple, or that the other party will refuse.

Yin Wuzhi's eyes were full of sarcasm.

The wheelchair approached Yuyu a little bit, and the latter held her breath, her fingers twisted together nervously.

Yin Wuzhi consciously pushed Jiang Wu in front of her.

Jiang Wu raised his face, just in time to meet the eyes of the flushed woman with her head hanging down.

"Step aside."

Yuyu froze for a moment.

Yin Wuzhi raised his eyebrows.

Qi Hanmiao couldn't help but scolded: "Stay out of the way."

Everyone retreated five feet away.

Jiang Wu approached the swing and stretched out his hand, pushed it lightly, and the seat immediately swayed out along with the rope.

Funeral batch:?

It seems to be able to fly.

"I want to sit down."

"..." Yin Wuzhi hugged him numbly.

The cloak was stretched to the ground, Sangpi sat firmly on it, and said: "Push."

Qi Hanmiao regained his senses and reminded: "Your Majesty, you must catch it carefully and be careful not to fall out."

"Hmm, um." Jiang Wu said, "Push."

Yin Wuzhi pushed slightly, and Jiang Wu said, "Be taller."

Yin Wuzhi pushed him up a bit.

"A little higher."

Qi Hanmiao chuckled: "It's been a long time since His Majesty is so happy."

"A little higher."

Yin Wuzhi narrowed his pupils slightly as he watched Hun Jun's hair moving with the wind.

Want to be tall?

He supported Jiang Wu's shoulders, and whispered darkly: "Then your majesty, don't be afraid..."

Jiang Wu was pushed out heavily.

The sky after the rain was as blue as washing, and he looked up at the top, his clear eyes reflecting the white and soft clouds, and slowly let go of his hand holding the swing rope.

Wow.

Fly slightly.