Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Su Yan hugged the emperor tightly.

"What's the matter?" The emperor lightly rubbed his chin on his forehead, he was very satisfied with this initiative to throw himself into his arms, but also worried that the other party had been wronged, "I have other ideas about the outcome of the Wei family's treatment, Don’t feel relieved enough?”

"No, I know that the emperor's will must take into account all aspects, which is the best I can do so far."

The emperor sighed softly: "It's good that you can understand."

Su Yan raised his face to look at him: "Is Sheng Gong safe recently, is the headache still attacking?"

The emperor said: "After using the prescription you presented, the outbreaks are less than before."

"The emperor didn't lie to me?" Su Yan looked directly into his eyes.

The emperor's eyes are long and deep, with black pupils like black ink, and the corners of the eyes protrude slightly upwards. It is a phoenix tail, and half a spoonful of Hanquan is a dragon eye", which is a very precious phoenix tail and dragon eye in the photo book.

Su Yan stared blankly for a while, then suddenly stretched out two fingers: "How much is this?"

"...What is the meaning of this, what kind of tricks do you want me to play with you?" The emperor laughed, and grabbed his finger, "I came out of the palace today to see you in a micro-clothes, and I have something to discuss with you—"

Su Yan interrupted him with rare stubbornness: "A few days ago, did the emperor privately visit Mr. Ying Xu's medical house late at night? What's the matter?"

The emperor was slightly startled, frowned and asked, "What did Chen Shiyu say to you?"

"It's none of Mr. Yingxu's business. I learned about it myself." Su Yan felt a little lost, and let go of his hands and took a step back. "The emperor deliberately concealed it. Is it because I can't trust the minister? I can understand that the emperor does not want to be ignored for the sake of stability in the court and the field." People know about this, but they refuse to tell the truth even in private..."

"You!" The emperor smiled helplessly, and pulled him to sit on the round stool, "Okay, let me tell you the truth. Headache attacks have indeed been frequent recently. Maybe it's because you are busy with government affairs and you are a little tired. You should rest more in the future. As for Eyesight... I'm old, so I'm naturally no better than young people, and some blindness is inevitable, so don't worry too much."

When Su Yan heard this, he was not happy.

He also said before that the emperor disciplined him like a father disciplines his son, and secretly complained, "Old man, what do you mind? A careless remark is still in my heart." I can't tolerate any negative words on the other party, even if it's self-deprecating.

"How old are you!" Su Yan jumped up, with a fierce tone that could be called a crime.He leaned over to touch the emperor's brows and temples, "The hair is darker and thicker than mine, and there is no wrinkle at the corner of the eyes, what an old man!"

Regardless of whether the words came from the heart or in the eyes of lovers, they were all very useful. The emperor deliberately said again: "It's not good to be old, I really can't see things clearly sometimes."

Su Yan muttered: "What kind of blindness, which quack doctor is talking nonsense! Such bright eyes, how could it be cataracts? I think it is floaters. I usually read too many words, and my eyes are tired. Use your eyes less and go to the hospital. Live in the east and west gardens or some other garden for a while, and look at the flowers and trees every day, and it will be fine."

The emperor shook his head: "Qinghe doesn't need to bother to comfort him, I know what kind of body I am now."

"What body? The vest line of the pectoralis and abdominal muscles, the body that changes the left hand and the right hand twice. I haven't even called my hands sore yet, but you're acting hypocritical!" Sure enough, Su Yan was so angry that he withdrew his hands and wanted to sit back on his stool go up.

There was a strange light in the emperor's eyes, and he held his wrist with a half-smile: "I don't understand why Qing's hands are sore."

Su Yan realized that he had slipped his tongue, and his ears turned red. He looked around and said to him: "Hand...writing notes is sour! By the way, the emperor said just now that he has something to discuss with his ministers?"

But the emperor was not in a hurry to discuss it now, he took advantage of the victory and chased after him: "Since your hands are sore, why don't you change your strength?"

Su Yan scolded himself for digging a hole to bury himself, and begged for mercy: "The minister is talking nonsense, the emperor just pretends he didn't hear it."

"It's late. Not only did I hear it, but I also remembered it. Since Su Aiqing is prone to hand pains, it's okay to be a gentleman."

A gentleman... a gentleman does not move his hands, but uses his mouth.A drop of cold sweat dripped from the corner of Su Yan's forehead, and he subconsciously wanted to pull back and retreat to the psychological safety zone.

But the emperor held onto his wrist tightly: "I gave you a red jade flute as a gift in return for the music score presented on the Longevity Festival, would Su Qing play it for me?"

Su Yan wanted to cry but had no tears: "My lord, I really don't know how to play the flute..."

"I said, I can't teach it. Go and get it."

"I really can't do... what? What to take?"

"Xiao."

Su Yan suddenly blushed.

Emperor Ganqing was talking about the imperial flute in all seriousness, and he thought—cough, cough, forget it.

He lowered his head to hide his embarrassment, and went to the desk to open the locked drawer without seeing the emperor's meaningful eyes.

The red jade flute was placed in a box in the drawer.

Next to it is the private seal of the emperor's mutton fat jade "Jibis".Last time, because he was stamped on his thigh, he felt embarrassed when he saw the seal, so he stopped hanging around his neck and put it in a drawer.

Under the gaze of the emperor, Su Yan stiffly took out the red jade flute from the box and held it in his hand.

"Blow the flute horizontally and blow the flute vertically." The emperor instructed.

Su Yan bit the bullet and brought the end of the flute to his mouth, pressed it against his lips, and blew with his mouth pursed—no sound at all.Not reconciled, he blew harder, and as a result, there was a "hush" sound of urinating in the hole of the flute—it would be better if there was no sound.

The corner of the emperor's mouth raised a smile that was not a smile, he stretched out his fingers to gently support the body of the flute, and ordered: "Open your mouth."

Su Yan opened her mouth a little according to her words, still thinking about whether she could blow or not, whether the problem lies in the position of her tongue or the way of her mouth.Unexpectedly, the emperor put the mouthpiece of the flute head against his lips and stroked slowly, and then slowly penetrated into his mouth.

The flute tube made of red jade is crystal clear and moist, which contrasts with the pink lips and snowy skin, and is indescribably gorgeous.

Su Yan was forced to suck his flute in his mouth, and he was still a little dazed, only to hear the emperor's voice close at hand was low and gentle: "Lick it first, don't bite it with your teeth."

As if bewitched by this seductive tone, he unconsciously licked the tip of the flute with the tip of his tongue: the jade is smooth, hard, and somewhat cold.

"Good boy." The emperor praised, "In addition to licking, you can also suck it. Swallow it as deep as possible into your throat. When you really can't swallow it, spit it out and swallow it."

Su Yan swallowed dizzily.The flute was a bit thick, he choked, his cheeks flushed instantly, and he just wanted to cough.

The head of the flute twitched outwards as if spiritually, and then pushed it inward again after he was relieved.Su Yan felt that his entire mouth was stuffed, and made a "woo hoo" protest sound.

"Squeeze your cheeks to cover it. Use your tongue, you can lick it in circles, or..."

Su Yan finally came to his senses, his cheeks were blushing, and he hurriedly grabbed the flute body and pulled it out.

The emperor did not force it, and let go of his fingers.When the flute body is pulled out from the mouth, there are still strands of transparent saliva, which seems to be continuously falling between the corner of the mouth and the flute head, like red flowers spitting honey, fragrant and obscene.

The emperor rubbed the flute against his lips again, and asked hoarsely, "Have you learned it?"

Su Yan couldn't say a word, he just wanted to dig a hole under his feet to escape—or to bury himself on the spot.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it. I have enough patience. I can teach you slowly until you know it. Come and try again."

Su Yan hurriedly said: "There is no need to try again, I have learned, I really have learned."

"Really?" The emperor smiled faintly, "Okay, I'll check it out."

How to check?What test?Su Yan immediately thought of the sentence that the emperor said last time - "Since it is the grace of rain and dew, let's eat it next time."

...It really is this "eat"!

Su Yan's face was half red and half white, quick witted, lowered his head, covered his mouth and began to cough violently.

The emperor put down the jade flute, pulled him into his arms, stroked his chest and patted his back to make him happy.

"The minister's internal injuries have not healed, and I can't help but want to cough, the emperor forgives me..." Su Yan said out of breath.

The emperor didn't know that he escaped by taking advantage of his injuries, so he couldn't bear it, but he also figured out the temperament of his lover - it is almost impossible for him to take the initiative in love.If you wait patiently for him, he will go to another road; if you greet him, he will move slowly, but you will never meet him; , A lot of friendship is poured out, but the heart of love and desire is tightly covered.

For this kind of person, you have to be forced.

Pressing every step of the way will not work, and it will cause a rebound; too lenient and indulgent will not work, and all previous efforts will be wasted.You have to take three steps forward and one step back, so that the water grinds away layer by layer resistance and emotions, and finally peels off a precious sincerity.

And now, it's time to peel off this heart.

"Qinghe." The emperor said in a tone that suddenly calmed down, "I may not be able to wait for the day when you make up your mind."

Su Yan was shocked when he heard the words, and lost his voice: "What nonsense, what can't wait to get it... The emperor lives a long life!"

"If you can't love it, what's the point of living a hundred years?

"Forget it, don't mention that.

"I once said, if you just want to stop at being known to each other for the rest of your life, I will not force you. You are not joking."

Su Yan looked at the emperor's unusually calm face, and panicked in his heart: "The emperor really... Your minister... I..."

"If the affection between you and me is not enough for you to decide to surrender your body and mind, then it's... my incompetence, and it has nothing to do with you." The emperor suddenly smiled, "Look, you stopped coughing, It can be seen that the injury is not in the body, but in me."

Su Yan was almost swallowed by the surging guilt for an instant.He suppressed the uneasy and unspeakable secret expectations, bowed his head and said: "No, the emperor is very good, really good, it's me...I have all kinds of worries out of self-interest, I can't completely lay down."

The emperor sighed: "If the ambition of improving the times and benefiting the world is called self-interest, how can there be a public heart in the world? In fact, I also know that you may not be ruthless to me. It is just that the status of the king of this country has broken our way. If it is God's will So... that's all, that's all.

"Today is the first day of March. In two days' time, the third day of March, you should leave for Shaanxi."

The Shaanxi New Deal is not yet stable, and he, an innovator, needs to be further consolidated.He set off in March, and when the dust settled, the imperial court sent a special supervisor of horse administration and censor to take over, and then he returned to Beijing.

This is what they discussed years ago.But now that he said it, he suddenly realized that parting was imminent, and Su Yan was shrouded in a deep sense of loss.

Especially when he realizes that this difference not only separates the east and the west, but also cuts off all the feelings between the two that surpass the monarch and his ministers one by one, which makes him feel strangely uncomfortable.

He subconsciously took the emperor's hand.

The emperor did not refuse, nor responded more eagerly.Just hold hands quietly.

"There is another reason for the rush of this trip. If I don't say it, you should know it."

Su Yan was in a turmoil at the moment, nodded indiscriminately, and reluctantly replied: "The emperor loves you, and I am grateful."

"There have been frequent wars on the frontier recently, so don't get close to the Great Wall."

"I know it."

"The folk customs in the northwest are violent, and horse thieves are infested. You must pay special attention to personal safety. If you can use Chu Yuan and others smoothly, you can continue to take them with you. In addition, the 1000 men and horses of Tengxiangwei will also be loaned to you as guards."

"Sir...thank you."

"You can still keep the imperial decree from last year, and it will still be valid this year. You returned the Shangfang sword before, and I didn't let anyone put it in the treasury. It is still in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Let the guards bring it to you later."

"Sir... according to the order..."

"Two days later, you set off as a team, and I won't see you off."

Tears welled up in Su Yan's eyes suddenly: "My lord..."

"Last year I said, 'Autumn moon and cold river, seeing you is like seeing Qing'." The emperor leaned forward, as if wanting to rub his earlobe, and then retracted it restrainedly, the corners of his eyes were faintly moist: "Now it's time for strangers. The flowers are blooming, I am afraid that after watching you go, there will be no seasons that can be avoided throughout the year."

At this moment, Su Yan seemed to have stopped breathing.

The emperor looked at him intently, showed a faint smile, got up and said, "It's time for me to return to the palace."

He walked a few steps, and heard a very slight panting sound behind him, hurried and panicked, but it seemed to be suppressed quickly, and there was no more sound.

There were thousands of voices in the emperor's heart urging him to turn back, but he finally held back.

——Perhaps, this is really God's will.

No matter how painstakingly and solitary attainments, no matter how many cunning schemes, in the end, you can't force it.

Behind him, Su Yan was crying silently, trying to call out "the emperor", but he could only move his lips in vain, unable to utter a sound.

When the emperor raised the curtain, he suddenly heard a faint, jerky, whimpering flute sound, which seemed to be extremely difficult, but he had tried his best.

Tightening the painting curtain with his fingers, he turned his head in the sudden ecstasy and panic of failure.

With tears all over his face, Su Yan put down the red jade flute, leaned over and saluted slowly, choking with sobs, said: "My subject, Su Yan... is deeply indebted to the king, and I can't repay you. I would like... to recommend myself as a pillow, begging the emperor... Have pity."

The emperor closed his eyes and slowly shook his head: "This is not what I want."

Su Yan stood up, took out the suet jade seal from the desk drawer, hung it back around his neck, and smiled with tears in his sobs: "Then what about Qinghe's heart, do you want Jinkai?"