My parrot turned out to be your majesty
Chapter 22 It's Cold, Do Some Exercise to Warm Up
"The lower officials think that since this matter is such a big deal, it's better to be straightforward," Wen Mo said in a lower voice, "We've abandoned Zhou Hongmao."
Liu Yongchang stared at him thoughtfully:
"Something happened, you gave up on your boss Shangshu, but you gave up very quickly."
Wen Mo frowned slightly, his narrow and deep eyes were full of pain:
"This is not the wish of the lower officials. The Li Kingdom governs the country with literature, and the national style is enlightened. The people can discuss politics in the market."
There was a trace of cruelty on his handsome face and he continued: "The fact that the Minister of the Ministry of War killed his wife and abandoned his son 13 years ago has spread throughout the capital."
"There must be someone behind this." Wen Mo insisted.
Listening to his words, Liu Yongchang was thoughtful, stretched out his hand to beckon Wen Mo to signal him to sit down, and poured him a cup of tea with his own hands.
"You mean, someone wants to add fuel to the flames?"
Wen Mo's slender fingers tapped against the tea wall:
"It must be Zhang Chengen. Jia Feibai, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, belongs to Zhang Chengen. The Ministry of Punishment can protect that old lady very carefully."
He sneered: "Master Taifu is afraid that we will murder witnesses."
Liu Yongchang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "It must be Zhang Chengen? Could it be the emperor?"
Wen Mo stopped knocking on the tea wall, and his words were full of contempt for the emperor:
"It won't be the emperor. After pulling down the Minister of War, Zhang Chengen has a chance to push his people up."
"As for the emperor, it will do him no good to pull down the Minister of War."
Liu Yongchang stood up and patted Wen Mo on the shoulder: "You are wrong about one thing,"
"It is absolutely impossible for Zhang Chengen to push his people up."
Wen Mo was slightly startled, looked up at Liu Yongchang, and met Liu Yongchang's meaningful eyes.
After the conversation between the two, Liu Yongchang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, watching Wen Mo's back as he left.
The steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion came in, bowed and asked, "Master, what's the purpose of calling me here?"
Liu Yongchang didn't look back, and didn't speak immediately, his eyes fell on the red plums in full bloom outside the window.
After a long time, he said, "Contact Eleven and ask him about Wen Mo's recent situation."
"Yes, sir."
Behind him came the sound of the butler's footsteps leaving, getting farther and farther away.
Liu Yongchang is still staring at Hongmei. He intends to promote Wen Mo. This person is resourceful, thoughtful, and most importantly, loyal to him.
People who are smart enough always make those in power worry that they will not be able to control them. Liu Yongchang planted a nail and placed it next to Wen Mo.
Originally given to Wen Mo as a nail in the staff, who would have expected Wen Mo to take a fancy to it.
Wen Mo has a deep affection for Shi Shi now, and even made a promise not to marry a wife.
Liu Yongchang is a man, so he naturally wouldn't think that what he said was true.
But that's enough, Wen Mo has true feelings for Eleven, and the fact is not hidden from him, and Liu Yongchang is more at ease as a good person with Long Yang.
But now Zhou Hongmao's father-in-law, Hou Ye, is dead, and everyone in Hou Ye's school is a fool, and Zhou Hongmao will be abolished if he is abolished.
…………
An inconspicuous mansion at the corner of East Street is where Wen Mo lives. There are no neighbors on the left or right, and there is no guard standing in front of the door like other houses.
As soon as Wen Mo entered the door, a person greeted him.
The visitor was slender and slender, wearing a white crescent robe and a fox fur cloak.
The fluffy snow-white cloak made his face smaller, as white as jade.
At this time, there was a thin layer of red on his white and tender face, and this abnormal flush was blown out by the cold wind.
Wen Mo's pace quickened a little, and he stepped forward to hold the person's hand, which was icy cold.
He led the person into the house, and the earth dragon was burning in the room, and the cold air was dissipated as soon as he entered the room.
Wen Mo had a serious face, wrapped his white and tender hands in two big rough hands, and kept rubbing them.
Seeing that he was silent, Lin Jun smiled flatteringly, moved his buttocks, and sat closer to him.
Wen Mo's complexion improved a bit, but he still didn't speak.
Bo~
Lin Jun suddenly leaned forward and kissed Wen Mo on the cheek.
Wen Mo let out a sigh of frustration, lifted him up and hugged him in his arms, while Lin Jun obediently let him move.
"It's been said that you are not in good health. Why don't you stay indoors when it's so cold?"
Lin Jun moved his body, turned around in his arms, and sat face to face in Wen Mo's arms.
The body that was sitting upright suddenly softened, and he put his arms around Wen Mo's neck, rubbing his face against his neck.
The skin touched, bringing a piece of warmth, and the voice of the person in the arms was soft: "Miss you~"
I miss you, so I stand at the door and wait for you.
Wen Mo held back more words of accusation, unable to speak out, and lifted the chin of the man in his arms to force him to look up.
Bullying kissed her, the tip of her tongue broke through her teeth, and she was plundering another person's territory with a tyrannical rampage.
The owner of the poor territory, his eyes were wet from being bullied, and his long and curled eyelashes trembled to bear the weight of the tears.
Finally, the slender eyelashes couldn't take it anymore, they trembled slightly, and a tear fell.
Having won the battle, Wen Mo retreated contentedly, bit his red and swollen lips lightly, and branded the territory he had conquered.
Looking at Lin Jun with fair and wet face, Wen Mo chuckled, "I still love to cry so much."
It's not you who bullied me!
Lin Jun glared at him angrily, but dared not speak out.
Wen Mo kissed her again, from the corner of her lips to the end of her eyes, from the end of her eyes to the tip of her nose and then to her neck.
Lin Jun raised his head slightly, obediently letting the person holding him move.
Wen Mo's eyes darkened at the sacrificial posture.
"Is it still cold?" Wen Mo asked in a low voice.
Lin Jun shook his head with innocent eyes.
Wen Mo chuckled: "No, you are cold."
There was a smile in his words, and the meaning inside was self-evident: "It's cold, and doing exercises is the best way to warm up."
On the bed covered by the curtain, a hand suddenly appeared from the curtain. The hand was white and slender, and a few drops of crystal sweat dripped from the pinky fingertips.
That hand opened and then clenched into a fist, the owner of the hand was probably very hot, even the knuckles were covered with powder.
His hand grabbed the bed curtain suddenly, as if trying to use his strength to escape.
But another hand with darker and bigger skin stretched out, grabbed that hand and returned to the bed curtain.
There was a faint sound coming from the bed covered by the curtain. Listening carefully, it seemed that a person was weeping slightly, and another deep and hoarse voice was coaxing.
Maybe there is something sad, but fortunately there is another person who patiently persuades and coaxes him.
After a sweaty workout, Lin Jun's face was wet and his eyes were red, as if he had just cried.
Wen Mo hugged him, the body in his arms trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse, with tiredness and begging for mercy:
"No more..."
Wen Mo brushed Lin Jun's eyes with his fingers, and said in a helpless voice, "Honey, how can I be so beastly?"
With accusation in Lin Jun's eyes, he curled his lips and buried his head in the quilt, ignoring someone who didn't know himself.
Wen Mo touched his nose, and dug the man out of the quilt without guilt, the villain first complained:
"It's not good to bury it in the quilt, dear."
Lin Jun pressed against Wen Mo, and suddenly asked, "How did we know each other before?"
Wen Mo rubbed his waist with his hands, and there was memory in his eyes when he heard this: "Didn't you ask many times?"
"We used to be childhood sweethearts. Your house is next door to mine. We grew up together. Later, when something happened to your house, my mother brought you home."
Wen Mo pinched his face with a smile: "You were good-looking when you were young, my mother loves you more than me."
"She knew that I had kidnapped you, and she was very angry with me."
Lin Jun also smiled, moved closer to him, raised his head and asked coquettishly: "Am I not good-looking now?"
"It's pretty." Wen Mo looked at him who was looking up, then lowered his head slightly and kissed another lingering kiss.
The two were talking in a low voice, and after a while Lin Jun, who had been tired for an hour, fell asleep.
Seeing that the person in his arms was silent, Wen Mo lay down with the person in his arms for a while, and when he was completely asleep, he lifted the quilt and got up.
Tucking in the corners of the quilt, he lowered his head and dropped a light kiss on the forehead of the sleeping soundly.
Dressed up and left the room, walked through the long and winding corridor to the study.
Someone inside has been waiting for a long time.
An Yi knelt on the ground and said in a low voice: "The housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion contacted me today."
Wen Mo's face was calm, "As expected, he wants to push me to be Minister of the Ministry of War, so naturally he wants to confirm my loyalty."
"Just follow the original plan."
An Yi whispered: "Yes."
He was a little hesitant, but after thinking about it, he said, "The medicine my lord gave Lin Jun..."
"What?" Wen Mo turned to look at him.
An Yi hurriedly lowered his head: "If your lord wants Lin Jun to lose his memory completely, you only need to take heavy medicine once."
Wen Mo waved his hand: "I have a decision in my heart, so I don't need to say much."
When An An saw this, he boldly said again: "If your lord does not prescribe heavy medicine, don't forget to feed him the medicine regularly every month."
Wen Mo's eyes were cold, and he questioned: "Whenever it's about me, it's your turn to talk too much."
"My subordinates dare not."
While the two were talking in the study, the subject of the topic opened his eyes in the bedroom.
Lin Jun's eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he had ever fallen asleep.
He stretched out his hand and touched the place on the forehead where Wen Mo had kissed lightly, the skin seemed to be still slightly hot.
Lin Jun pursed his lips subconsciously, and his ravaged lips suddenly felt a slight tingling pain.
The person in the quilt touched his lips again, and slowly slid down, covering his flushed face with the quilt.
Lin Jun's only exposed eyes turned left and right, erratically, thinking of Wen Mo.
Although the stories made up are decent, they are not true.
If he can't remember, he will run away.
The author has something to say: Wen Mo has been exercising many times, but poor Liu is still playing with birds for no reason.
Happy New Year! !Love you guys
Liu Yongchang stared at him thoughtfully:
"Something happened, you gave up on your boss Shangshu, but you gave up very quickly."
Wen Mo frowned slightly, his narrow and deep eyes were full of pain:
"This is not the wish of the lower officials. The Li Kingdom governs the country with literature, and the national style is enlightened. The people can discuss politics in the market."
There was a trace of cruelty on his handsome face and he continued: "The fact that the Minister of the Ministry of War killed his wife and abandoned his son 13 years ago has spread throughout the capital."
"There must be someone behind this." Wen Mo insisted.
Listening to his words, Liu Yongchang was thoughtful, stretched out his hand to beckon Wen Mo to signal him to sit down, and poured him a cup of tea with his own hands.
"You mean, someone wants to add fuel to the flames?"
Wen Mo's slender fingers tapped against the tea wall:
"It must be Zhang Chengen. Jia Feibai, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, belongs to Zhang Chengen. The Ministry of Punishment can protect that old lady very carefully."
He sneered: "Master Taifu is afraid that we will murder witnesses."
Liu Yongchang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "It must be Zhang Chengen? Could it be the emperor?"
Wen Mo stopped knocking on the tea wall, and his words were full of contempt for the emperor:
"It won't be the emperor. After pulling down the Minister of War, Zhang Chengen has a chance to push his people up."
"As for the emperor, it will do him no good to pull down the Minister of War."
Liu Yongchang stood up and patted Wen Mo on the shoulder: "You are wrong about one thing,"
"It is absolutely impossible for Zhang Chengen to push his people up."
Wen Mo was slightly startled, looked up at Liu Yongchang, and met Liu Yongchang's meaningful eyes.
After the conversation between the two, Liu Yongchang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, watching Wen Mo's back as he left.
The steward of the Prime Minister's Mansion came in, bowed and asked, "Master, what's the purpose of calling me here?"
Liu Yongchang didn't look back, and didn't speak immediately, his eyes fell on the red plums in full bloom outside the window.
After a long time, he said, "Contact Eleven and ask him about Wen Mo's recent situation."
"Yes, sir."
Behind him came the sound of the butler's footsteps leaving, getting farther and farther away.
Liu Yongchang is still staring at Hongmei. He intends to promote Wen Mo. This person is resourceful, thoughtful, and most importantly, loyal to him.
People who are smart enough always make those in power worry that they will not be able to control them. Liu Yongchang planted a nail and placed it next to Wen Mo.
Originally given to Wen Mo as a nail in the staff, who would have expected Wen Mo to take a fancy to it.
Wen Mo has a deep affection for Shi Shi now, and even made a promise not to marry a wife.
Liu Yongchang is a man, so he naturally wouldn't think that what he said was true.
But that's enough, Wen Mo has true feelings for Eleven, and the fact is not hidden from him, and Liu Yongchang is more at ease as a good person with Long Yang.
But now Zhou Hongmao's father-in-law, Hou Ye, is dead, and everyone in Hou Ye's school is a fool, and Zhou Hongmao will be abolished if he is abolished.
…………
An inconspicuous mansion at the corner of East Street is where Wen Mo lives. There are no neighbors on the left or right, and there is no guard standing in front of the door like other houses.
As soon as Wen Mo entered the door, a person greeted him.
The visitor was slender and slender, wearing a white crescent robe and a fox fur cloak.
The fluffy snow-white cloak made his face smaller, as white as jade.
At this time, there was a thin layer of red on his white and tender face, and this abnormal flush was blown out by the cold wind.
Wen Mo's pace quickened a little, and he stepped forward to hold the person's hand, which was icy cold.
He led the person into the house, and the earth dragon was burning in the room, and the cold air was dissipated as soon as he entered the room.
Wen Mo had a serious face, wrapped his white and tender hands in two big rough hands, and kept rubbing them.
Seeing that he was silent, Lin Jun smiled flatteringly, moved his buttocks, and sat closer to him.
Wen Mo's complexion improved a bit, but he still didn't speak.
Bo~
Lin Jun suddenly leaned forward and kissed Wen Mo on the cheek.
Wen Mo let out a sigh of frustration, lifted him up and hugged him in his arms, while Lin Jun obediently let him move.
"It's been said that you are not in good health. Why don't you stay indoors when it's so cold?"
Lin Jun moved his body, turned around in his arms, and sat face to face in Wen Mo's arms.
The body that was sitting upright suddenly softened, and he put his arms around Wen Mo's neck, rubbing his face against his neck.
The skin touched, bringing a piece of warmth, and the voice of the person in the arms was soft: "Miss you~"
I miss you, so I stand at the door and wait for you.
Wen Mo held back more words of accusation, unable to speak out, and lifted the chin of the man in his arms to force him to look up.
Bullying kissed her, the tip of her tongue broke through her teeth, and she was plundering another person's territory with a tyrannical rampage.
The owner of the poor territory, his eyes were wet from being bullied, and his long and curled eyelashes trembled to bear the weight of the tears.
Finally, the slender eyelashes couldn't take it anymore, they trembled slightly, and a tear fell.
Having won the battle, Wen Mo retreated contentedly, bit his red and swollen lips lightly, and branded the territory he had conquered.
Looking at Lin Jun with fair and wet face, Wen Mo chuckled, "I still love to cry so much."
It's not you who bullied me!
Lin Jun glared at him angrily, but dared not speak out.
Wen Mo kissed her again, from the corner of her lips to the end of her eyes, from the end of her eyes to the tip of her nose and then to her neck.
Lin Jun raised his head slightly, obediently letting the person holding him move.
Wen Mo's eyes darkened at the sacrificial posture.
"Is it still cold?" Wen Mo asked in a low voice.
Lin Jun shook his head with innocent eyes.
Wen Mo chuckled: "No, you are cold."
There was a smile in his words, and the meaning inside was self-evident: "It's cold, and doing exercises is the best way to warm up."
On the bed covered by the curtain, a hand suddenly appeared from the curtain. The hand was white and slender, and a few drops of crystal sweat dripped from the pinky fingertips.
That hand opened and then clenched into a fist, the owner of the hand was probably very hot, even the knuckles were covered with powder.
His hand grabbed the bed curtain suddenly, as if trying to use his strength to escape.
But another hand with darker and bigger skin stretched out, grabbed that hand and returned to the bed curtain.
There was a faint sound coming from the bed covered by the curtain. Listening carefully, it seemed that a person was weeping slightly, and another deep and hoarse voice was coaxing.
Maybe there is something sad, but fortunately there is another person who patiently persuades and coaxes him.
After a sweaty workout, Lin Jun's face was wet and his eyes were red, as if he had just cried.
Wen Mo hugged him, the body in his arms trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse, with tiredness and begging for mercy:
"No more..."
Wen Mo brushed Lin Jun's eyes with his fingers, and said in a helpless voice, "Honey, how can I be so beastly?"
With accusation in Lin Jun's eyes, he curled his lips and buried his head in the quilt, ignoring someone who didn't know himself.
Wen Mo touched his nose, and dug the man out of the quilt without guilt, the villain first complained:
"It's not good to bury it in the quilt, dear."
Lin Jun pressed against Wen Mo, and suddenly asked, "How did we know each other before?"
Wen Mo rubbed his waist with his hands, and there was memory in his eyes when he heard this: "Didn't you ask many times?"
"We used to be childhood sweethearts. Your house is next door to mine. We grew up together. Later, when something happened to your house, my mother brought you home."
Wen Mo pinched his face with a smile: "You were good-looking when you were young, my mother loves you more than me."
"She knew that I had kidnapped you, and she was very angry with me."
Lin Jun also smiled, moved closer to him, raised his head and asked coquettishly: "Am I not good-looking now?"
"It's pretty." Wen Mo looked at him who was looking up, then lowered his head slightly and kissed another lingering kiss.
The two were talking in a low voice, and after a while Lin Jun, who had been tired for an hour, fell asleep.
Seeing that the person in his arms was silent, Wen Mo lay down with the person in his arms for a while, and when he was completely asleep, he lifted the quilt and got up.
Tucking in the corners of the quilt, he lowered his head and dropped a light kiss on the forehead of the sleeping soundly.
Dressed up and left the room, walked through the long and winding corridor to the study.
Someone inside has been waiting for a long time.
An Yi knelt on the ground and said in a low voice: "The housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion contacted me today."
Wen Mo's face was calm, "As expected, he wants to push me to be Minister of the Ministry of War, so naturally he wants to confirm my loyalty."
"Just follow the original plan."
An Yi whispered: "Yes."
He was a little hesitant, but after thinking about it, he said, "The medicine my lord gave Lin Jun..."
"What?" Wen Mo turned to look at him.
An Yi hurriedly lowered his head: "If your lord wants Lin Jun to lose his memory completely, you only need to take heavy medicine once."
Wen Mo waved his hand: "I have a decision in my heart, so I don't need to say much."
When An An saw this, he boldly said again: "If your lord does not prescribe heavy medicine, don't forget to feed him the medicine regularly every month."
Wen Mo's eyes were cold, and he questioned: "Whenever it's about me, it's your turn to talk too much."
"My subordinates dare not."
While the two were talking in the study, the subject of the topic opened his eyes in the bedroom.
Lin Jun's eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he had ever fallen asleep.
He stretched out his hand and touched the place on the forehead where Wen Mo had kissed lightly, the skin seemed to be still slightly hot.
Lin Jun pursed his lips subconsciously, and his ravaged lips suddenly felt a slight tingling pain.
The person in the quilt touched his lips again, and slowly slid down, covering his flushed face with the quilt.
Lin Jun's only exposed eyes turned left and right, erratically, thinking of Wen Mo.
Although the stories made up are decent, they are not true.
If he can't remember, he will run away.
The author has something to say: Wen Mo has been exercising many times, but poor Liu is still playing with birds for no reason.
Happy New Year! !Love you guys
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