Innocent cast of white iron

Red lanterns were also hung outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation at this time, spreading from one end of the path to the other, reflecting the entire palace as bright as daytime.But after all, it is the imperial palace, and others dare not make noise, and there is no one in the little emperor's harem, so the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival here looks extremely gloomy.

When Zhao Qi saw that he had arrived at the destination, he bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, the Hall of Mental Cultivation has arrived. Since your Majesty is tired, let's take a rest earlier, and I will take my leave first."

But Han Zhen said, "Zhao Qing, it's getting late now, and the gate of the palace must be closed. You should stay in the Hall of Mental Cultivation tonight." What he said was calm, but his heart was in a state of turmoil. Han Zhen was afraid of him Again declined.

But Zhao Qi said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compassion."

As soon as Han Zhen heard that he agreed, his eyes were wide open, his heart was filled with joy, and even the corners of his mouth were crooked into a smile, he stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Qi's arm with a smile, and pulled him into the room.

Zhao Qi entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the furnishings inside remained the same as before, except for a few more lanterns of various kinds.

Han Zhen has done many things by herself since she was a child, so there has never been any personal maid in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.He took off his coat in a few strokes, got into the quilt in his obscene clothes and trousers, and said happily, "Zhao Qing, come and sleep quickly, you have to go to bed early tomorrow!"

Zhao Qi didn't speak, but lowered his head and unbuttoned his belt, his movements were gentle and graceful, but his black eyes were as dark as the rough sea before a storm.

Zhao Qi untied his hair. He usually tied it up and fixed it with a hosta. Now his black hair, like splashed ink, was scattered behind his back. The plain white underwear and blue silk were intertwined in black and white.Han Zhen supported half of her body and looked at him with wide eyes.I just feel that his sword eyebrows are on the temples, the bridge of his nose is straight, his eyes are like stars, and his lips are like Danko, and he panics for a while.

Han Zhen clenched her hands, seeing Zhao Qi walking towards him step by step, her nervous heart was beating wildly, and even her palms were wet with sweat.

Zhao Qi just glanced at him indifferently, then lay sideways beside him and covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.

Han Zhen's heart beat faster and almost jumped out of his chest. At this time, the tip of his nose was facing Zhao Qi's back, and his jet-black hair was lying entangled in front of him.Han Zhen slowly stretched out her hand, grabbed a strand of his hair tremblingly, and sniffed at the tip of her nose as if possessed.Although it didn't smell very good, Han Zhen thought it smelled good, so he put his nose close to smell it, and smiled contentedly.

Besides, Zhao Qi was lying stiffly on the dragon bed, and behind him was a little emperor who was going to have another seizure at some point, so it was obviously difficult for him to fall asleep.After an unknown amount of time, the little emperor finally fell asleep, with his arms unconsciously hugging his waist, and Yubai's hands resting on his stomach.

Seeing that he was fast asleep, Zhao Qi slowly moved his hands away, lifted the quilt and got up.

Zhao Qi sat on the edge of the bed, looking out at the moon through the window.Today is the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and the white and bright moon is big and round, which is too beautiful to behold.It makes sense that the ancients often danced under the moon, or drank alone under the moon.

Zhao Qi recalled that last Mid-Autumn Festival, the late emperor arranged a banquet and had a lively celebration with his concubines and princes.This year, there is only silence and bleakness in the palace, and there is no trace of festive celebration.The little emperor was lonely, so he must have had a miserable life.

Zhao Qi lowered his head and was about to rub the little emperor's head, but withdrew his hand, smiled self-deprecatingly, got up and walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Waiting outside the hall were several court ladies and eunuchs, as well as many imperial guards.

Eunuch Gui, the great eunuch, was dozing off when he suddenly saw Zhao Qi coming out in his underwear. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "What's the matter, Prime Minister? Just tell the servants to do it." , why bother to come out by yourself, it will be bad if you catch the wind and cold."

Zhao Qi nodded and said, "Eunuch Gui, heat up some bar for Benxiang later. Benxiang go sit in the pavilion in front."

"Yes, I'll do it now, slave." Of course Eunuch Gui knew that this was unreasonable, but the prime minister was a celebrity in front of the emperor, so of course he couldn't treat him badly, let alone offend him.

In fact, counting from his previous life, Zhao Qi hadn't drunk alcohol for more than ten years.In the past, he only loved to sit quietly in the teahouse and order a pot of fragrant flower carvings, but after that incident, he never drank alcohol again.

He has always been self-disciplined and never gets drunk, but that time was a real accident.

Zhao Qi is not the only child of the Zhao family, he also has a younger brother named Zhao Lin.This Zhao Lin is five years younger than Zhao Qi. Since he was a child, he loves to cling to his elder brother, and he is not mischievous. He is very cute.

Zhao Lin has been fond of the 36 tactics of war since he was a child, and when he grows up, he is proficient in arranging troops and has the ability to manage the world.At the time of the first emperor, Zhao Qi relied on his own ability and means to become a prime minister with one man under [-] in his early twenties. Later, following his younger brother's wish, he sent Zhao Lin to the front line as a military adviser. The general is Zhang Xiang, the son of Zhang Guan.

Zhao Qi thought that Zhao Lin was a military adviser, and the frontier had not fought a war in recent years, so it was considered peaceful, so naturally nothing would happen.Unexpectedly, Xijiang suddenly attacked the border, as if he was afraid of Zhang Xiang's prestige and did not dare to fight blatantly, so he sent dozens of killers to assassinate Zhang Xiang, implying to hit Huanglong directly!Fortunately, Zhang Xiang was vigilant and nothing happened, but Zhao Lin, who was always by his side and had no strength to restrain a chicken, was not so lucky.

The spies rushed into the court and said, 'Your Majesty!Xijiang suddenly sent a killer to assassinate General Zhang Xiang last night!My soldiers tried their best to protect them, and finally caught all those killers and detained them in the sky prison. Now we just wait for the emperor to deal with them! '

The first emperor was also surprised, and said, "Okay, this Xijiang dared to make trouble in our country, pass down the order, and hang all the people caught alive on the city gate to expose them to the sun, so that those barbarians can see what happens when they oppose us!"

The spy hesitated again, "Report to the emperor... Although the general Zhang Xiang was not injured in the battle yesterday, the military adviser Zhao Lin was stabbed several times in order to save the general, and he is still unconscious..."

"What did you say!" This was the first time that Zhao Qi lost control in the courtroom. He stared at the spy with eyes wide open, and said coldly, "Say it again?!!"

The spy was trembling and couldn't say anything, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, "Return to the Prime Minister, Military Master Zhao Lin has not woken up from his injuries..."

Zhao Qi's biological mother died of sepsis a few days after giving birth to Zhao Lin. She lost her mother at the age of five. Zhao Qi didn't hate this younger brother, but loved him extremely, even more than his father.About a few years ago, Mr. Zhao went to the end of the day.

Could it be that, now, even his precious brother is leaving? ?

Zhao Qi was in great pain, but he forced himself to persevere, forcing himself to believe that things could turn around.

On the third day, news came from the front to Zhao's residence.Zhao Lin died.

Zhao Qi was stunned on the spot, frozen in place like a bolt from the blue.The only brother is gone.I have been alone ever since.Zhao Qi laughed and drank strong wine, as if this could numb the tingling nerves.

After getting drunk, Zhao Qi thought to himself, in fact, he is not alone, at least he still has Han Zhen, that innocent and lovely little prince.By the way, in a short while, I will be able to help him become the emperor.Zhao Qi wanted to see Han Zhen more and more, so he rushed into Han Zhen's yard regardless of his drunken gaffe.

The servants had been dismissed long ago, Zhao Qi lost all scruples, and took Han Zhen rudely and violently, ignoring his cries.Zhao Qi thought to himself, he is mine.Only he is mine.

After waking up, Zhao Qi got up from the bed clutching his painful head, but suddenly saw Han Zhen lying beside him, dying.At this time, Han Zhen's face was flushed, but he didn't know what happened.Zhao Qi was terrified, and tremblingly opened a corner of the quilt, and really saw the bruises on Han Zhen's body, as well as the red and white liquid between his legs, which was a mess.

Zhao Qi almost fell off the bed in fright, his eyes were red, and he even cried on the spot.Even when he heard the news of Zhao Lin's death, he had never shed tears so cowardly.

This kind of thing is not easy to call the imperial doctor, Zhao Qi can only do it himself, wash off the marks on Han Zhen's body with water, and apply warm water to his forehead to help him reduce the fever.

In the evening, Han Zhen finally regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he was still a little dazed. Later, when he saw clearly that Zhao Qi was sitting beside him, his face suddenly turned pale and lost all blood.

Zhao Qi carefully helped him change a veil, and when he saw him wake up, he asked softly, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Han Zhen clenched his fist tightly under the quilt, so he restrained himself from killing him with his own hands, and said, "Well, it's much better."

Zhao Qi's heart trembled, and it took a long time before he whispered, "I got drunk last night and lost my sense of proportion, there will never be a next time. Zhier, forgive me..."

"Yeah." Zhao Qi, why don't you die?Han Zhen closed her eyes to hide the deep hatred in them.

Although Zhao Qi was deeply regretful, he was delighted that Han Zhen didn't blame him, so he thought that Han Zhen also liked him, so he couldn't help but reached out and stroked his hair, leaned down and hugged him in his arms, and said, "Zhier, just This time. I won't let anyone hurt you again, not even myself."