Your Majesty, after he played stupid and overturned the car

Shen Lin and Su Jingci sat opposite each other in the courtyard, and played tit for tat in a game of chess.

Su Jing's poems are white, and the last one falls, the outcome has been decided.

Shen Lin knew this early on, so he picked up the chess pieces without any surprises, and asked: "This chess will make you play like a knife, what happened?"

Su Jingci's expression was cold, not like the calm and plain in the past, but a bit gloomy. After a while, he said softly: "Qiao Zihan is back."

"I heard." Shen Lin sighed secretly in his heart, thinking that this young master was really depressed because of Qiao Zihan.

After Qiao Zihan returned to Beijing, he claimed that he had contracted a cold and complained of illness after traveling a long way, but he directly lived in Su's residence. It was rumored that this person's identity was outside. After all, since he became an official, Su Jinhuai had been protecting him closely.

Shen Lin thought for a while, and persuaded: "Yunyu, the teacher cherishes talents, and I can have today because of the support of the teacher."

The implication is that Qiao Zihan is no different from me.

Su Jingci laughed, and said slowly: "When I return to Beijing this time, father wants to keep him in Yushifu, what job do you think he can get?"

Shen Lin hesitated for a moment, "He is the supervisory censor, if he wants to stay in the censor's residence, he must be at least a third rank."

"That Suchuan," Su Jingci looked at him and said, "What was your job when you became an official?"

"The doctor of the Ministry of punishment..." Shen Lin blurted out, but then he was stunned. He is not stupid. When Su Jingci mentioned this, he naturally noticed a little bit of it.

wrong.

When he entered the Ministry of Punishment, he walked on thin ice, and he knew that Su Jinhuai would use him to expand the power of the court. Even before Su Jingci entered the Ministry of Household Affairs, Su Jinhuai arranged for him to go to the Ministry of Officials.

As for Qiao Zihan's entry into Yushi's Mansion, it was obvious that Su Jinhuai protected him under his wings, and even sent him to Longnan to stay away from Yijing, where he stayed peacefully for two years before returning for promotion.

Shen Lin finally sensed that something was wrong, hesitantly looked at Su Jingci who had a bad face, and was dumbfounded for a while.

...The teacher protects the number one scholar so much, shouldn't he be regarded as an illegitimate child left by a young man?

Su Jingci stroked his forehead, feeling a little bored.

The country is in danger. Literati like him almost all enter the officialdom with the ambition to turn the tide. Even if the current monarch is a fool, isn't there still a princess in the palace?

As long as the eldest princess recruits a son-in-law and gives birth to an emperor's heir, Daliang will not have any successors.

Too many people shed blood because of this. They walked in the dark night of Daliang, and the scarlet blood blended with the night and returned to the rivers and mountains.

Back then, Qiao Zihan was nominated on the gold list because he was full of knowledge, but it was Su Jinhuai who resisted all opinions. Su Jingci couldn't figure out why his father had to protect him under his nose.

The two faced each other in silence for a while, Shen Lin put away the last chess piece, and said softly: "The teacher may have his intentions. No one can compare to him for the painstaking efforts he has devoted to the country and society these years."

Su Jingci was silent for a while, and looked sideways at the grape trellis in the courtyard, his eyes were inexplicable, and he said after a long time: "Yes."

Su Jinhuai clearly treated Qiao Zihan differently, and even Ming Wanzhao was surprised.

Holding a wooden comb in his hand, Bai Tan combed the long hair for the Son of Heaven. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Nowadays, it is said that Master Su treats Qiao Yushi more favorably than his own children. Leping."

Leping.

Ming Wanzhao's eyebrows were calm, "It's enough to be pampered. Qiao Zihan has no father or mother, and he was born in a commoner. It's no wonder he protects him."

Su Jinhuai only took in Shen Lin, who is the only civil servant from a poor family in the court. Even Ye Danran has the Ye family behind him, but Shen Lin has no roots. Now there is another Qiao Zihan.

Bai Tan said softly, "But Mr. Su and Qiao Yushi don't have the status of master and apprentice either."

Ming Wanzhao smiled silently, when he saw himself in the mirror, he smiled coldly and indifferently, his phoenix eyes flowed, hiding deep calculations.

It's a pity for this beautiful face, Ming Wanzhao laughed at himself, and his eyes showed coldness again.

Su family.

Not honest.

Ming Wanzhao closed his eyes lazily, Bai Tan trimmed his long hair for him, and tied up his satin-like black hair with a tea-and-white cloud-patterned headband. He was about to ask the emperor if he wanted to go to bed when he heard the door creak and it was pulled open .

Lu Yunchuan walked into the door, the animal pattern on his chest matched his ostentatious sharpness, his brown eyes narrowed, signaling Bai Tan, who was about to speak, to silence.

Bai Tan really remained silent, and retreated obediently.

Ming Wanzhao didn't move, his eyes were closed as if he was asleep.

Lu Yunchuan leaned down slightly, and whispered against Ming Wanzhao's ear: "It's late at night, who is the little beauty waiting for?"

Ming Wanzhao didn't open his eyes, but raised his hand and pushed it on Lu Yunchuan's chin, saying in disgust, "Stay away from me, it smells like alcohol."

In Lu Yunchuan's day, the dandies in Tongyijing had another drink, and at the same table was Lu Linxian, a bastard who didn't know how to live or die. Since Jin Yanlou's assassination, Lu Linxian avoided him, but when he met, he still took one bite at a time. Cousin, while changing glasses, that clumsy false overture made him upset.

He didn't retreat as he said, but went around to Ming Wanzhao's side, and he couldn't help but hug her waist into his arms.

Ming Wanzhao frowned, opened his eyes to look at him, there was a smile hidden in Wu Run's eyes, but Qi Sheng complained unhappily: "What are you doing?"

Lu Yunchuan put the man on the couch, and lay down himself, hugged the man in his arms and kissed him intimately, then said in a low voice: "Excuse me

liquor. "

Ming Wanzhao's eyes are dotted with beauty, looking at him more like a temptation, he said slowly: "It's said that drunks stalk people, it's true."

The response was a deep laugh, Lu Yunchuan was more honest, bowed his forehead to the side of Ming Wanzhao's neck, sniffed the fragrance of flowers and fruits dyed on the little emperor's body, and murmured: "New Year is almost here."

Ming Wanzhao had the illusion that they were cuddling each other.

He turned his head and saw that Lu Yunchuan had fallen asleep.

The national funeral is over, and this year's New Year's Eve in Yijing is considered a grand event. All the officials who were supposed to have a rest on New Year's Eve were called into the palace. The three important cabinet ministers hosted a banquet for all officials. After taking a stroll around, he found it cold and tired, and before a stick of incense was reached, he recovered from his illness and wanted to slide off the dragon chair, and was then sent back to Qihua Hall.

Bai Tan knew that the Son of Heaven would not stay obediently until the official banquet was over, so he ordered the small kitchen to prepare snacks, and brought them to the table, as well as a small plate of round dumplings.

Ming Wanzhao looked at it with his chin in his hands, a little lost in thought.

In previous years, on New Year's Eve, my father would make dumplings by himself, and my uncle would cook them. The more joyful it was at that time, the more lonely it seems now.

He ate half a plate of dumplings slowly, but he couldn't really taste the taste at all. He ate too slowly, and at the end of the meal, the dumplings in his mouth were cold.

Seeing that the Son of Heaven stopped eating, Bai Tan asked in a low voice, "Does Your Majesty want to take a bath and go to bed?"

"Wait a little longer." Ming Wanzhao's voice was very soft, he looked out of the window and said, "I just went back to the palace and saw the plum blossoms are in full bloom."

"It's spring." Bai Tan said.

Ming Wanzhao lowered his eyes, "It's still cold."

Squeak.

Someone opened the door and came in, Ming Wanzhao smelled the fresh and cool smell of frost and snow mixed with a trace of alcohol.

As soon as Lu Yunchuan entered the door, he glanced at Bai Tan, and then retreated obediently.

He sat next to Ming Wanzhao, jokingly said: "Your Majesty is virtuous, he knows that the banquet is not good, and he even prepared food for the ministers."

"It's cold." Ming Wanzhao is a bit obedient tonight, his arrogance and indifference are hidden under the gentleness, he said softly: "Make people hot." Lu Yunchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that the little emperor is quite obedient tonight , said "no", and ate the remaining half of the plate of dumplings.

As soon as he put down his chopsticks, Ming Wanzhao said softly, "Go take a bath."

Lu Yunchuan felt that the little emperor was cold and cold tonight, something was different, he hesitated to speak for a while, and went out as promised, the side hall had already prepared hot water.

When he returned to the bedroom, the oil lamps were extinguished a few times, and a thin figure could be seen faintly in the dim bed curtain.

Lu Yunchuan's heart skipped a beat.

Ming Wanzhao took the initiative to lift the curtain of the bed, and the flickering candlelight was reflected in his eyes, the light was fragmentary, and the phoenix eyes were moist, full of glamorous lust.

He was blatantly seducing, acquiescing to Lu Yunchuan's long-suffering desire, and silently saying to him: I want you.

Lu Yunchuan stepped forward, he unceremoniously pressed him into the soft couch, pressed his lips against his lips and said in a deep voice: "New Year's Eve, the day was chosen well." Ming Wanzhao hooked his neck, his expression blurred like A seductive goblin, he said softly, "Good brother, don't talk." After being turned into a red wave, the bed was full of love.

Ming Wanzhao knelt down on the couch, the tails of his eyes were red, his face was full of tears, and he couldn't stop crying.

Lu Yunchuan tightly imprisoned the trembling emperor, sobbing and begging for mercy were all turned a deaf ear, and the jaw line was tense to form a sharp outline.Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, he bent down suddenly, and leaned against the emperor's ear, his hoarse voice stained with lust rang out harshly: "This is the first year I have spent in Yijing."

"Unforgettable."

Ming Wanzhao closed his eyes, bit his lips with his teeth closed, his soul throbbing. __Really, unforgettable.