The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

"Afraid that something will happen to me?"

"Want to make Hong Xu a reserve?"

Zhu Zhaoyan raised his head and asked back, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the ministers, and he began to flip through the memorials piled up on the table as high as a hill.

The trauma on his body has not yet healed, and the residual poison accumulated in his body has not been cleared. This body is as dilapidated as a fallen leaf in late autumn.

He suppressed the discomfort, and his thoughts gradually returned to the early morning when he was rescued seven days ago.

After waking up, he had a splitting headache. He clenched the silver hairpin in his hand and looked around vigilantly. After looking around, he realized that he was in a simple grass house.

The grass house is not big, but it is tidy and tidy. The bookcases are full of books, and there are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

It's just that Zhu Zhaoyan didn't look carefully, the little white sheep in that pair of landscape paintings is actually a picture of a beautiful boy playing in the water.

A cabinet of books, a desk case, a bed, and a dustpan for drying herbs are all.

There is a stove not far from the bed, and the medicine is frying on the stove, and the white hot air slowly rises and smokes the roof, and the whole room is filled with the smell of herbs.

He moved his fingers and just wanted to get up, but the severe pain in his body made him unable to move. He was wrapped tightly in gauze all over his body, and he tossed for a long time and even knocked over the steaming bowl of noodles beside him.

"The little mouse that stole your Grandpa Song's food! I caught you today, Grandpa Song!"

A loud voice sounded from outside the house, and then he saw Song Shixuan rushing into the house with a bowl of noodles in one hand and shoe soles in the other.

As a result, it ended with Song Shixuan's surprised and discouraged expression.

After a few days of care, the wounds on his body and some old internal diseases really healed up, so Song Shixuan confessed to him with a serious expression.

He had already seen his and Wang Wanyi's identities in the teahouse.

Because the pocket watch that Wang Wanyi hung on the buckle was a Western imperial Breguet, there were only two pieces in the entire Ming Dynasty, one was with Zhu Zhaoyan, and the other was given to Wang Wanyi.

Combined with Wang Wanyi's respect for him in the teahouse, Song Shixuan is extremely discerning, watching all directions, listening to all directions, Song Shixuan did it on purpose.

Born from a poor family, with no way to fame and fame, I hope to get ahead and show off my ambitions.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for the crime of speaking bluntly, Master Xuan gave His Majesty the pulse when you were unconscious. Your Majesty, your body has accumulated toxins for many years, which has already caused you to suffer internally. If you don't remove the toxins from your body, you may die... "

Song Shixuan put down the bowl containing the medicine, hesitant to speak.

"Master chooses to say nothing, and deserves death!"

The toxins accumulated over the years cannot be formed in one day, and those who poison themselves behind the scenes must consume their own vitality day after day, and their hearts can be described as vicious.

It's just that who is behind the scenes, where is the source of the poison, and when the planned action started, he doesn't know.

The poisoner and the assassin are most likely not the same person. The person who wants to get rid of him must have been a subordinate for a long time, and it is not easy to find and he is convinced that he will die day after day.

The assassin who came to assassinate him, there is no need to send the hidden mastermind behind the scenes. A little carelessness will reveal his whereabouts, and the loss outweighs the gain.

The killer in the cave said that he was instigated by Wang Wanyi, and he has the badge of Yongping Mansion on his body. If he wants to know the truth and purpose, he must go to Yongping Mansion to find out in person.

Wang Wanyi's party is the first party, Concubine Wan Gui's party is the second party, and he is the third party, and who is the unknown fourth party? The enemy is in the dark and he is in the open. Everything he does is passive. .

He doesn't believe anyone.

"Very well, you are all doing well."

He inspected the masked faces with his passing eyes, and he wanted to see whether it was a human or a ghost, a wolf or a sheep under those respectful masks.

Fingertips on the memorials on the dragon table.

Suzhou Prefecture, the people are safe.

Kaifeng mansion, the people are safe.

Yongping Mansion, the people are safe...

All are safe for the people.

"Do you think I'm blind and deaf?!"

He angrily raised a memorial and threw it forward. The memorial fell to the ground and was torn apart by force.

"In your eyes, is there still an emperor like me?!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down!"

All the officials bowed in unison, their voices trembling.

"Historist!" His phoenix eyes narrowed, and he shouted angrily at His Highness Song Shixuan.

"The minister is here." Song Shixuan came out, but his hand was not the wat board held by other officials, but a pen and a book.

"Take a pen! Give it to me!" He pointed to everyone in the audience.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Master Song used his tongue to moisten the brush, with one eye open and the other closed, and was about to write in the history books.

Everyone wants to go down in history forever and leave a famous name for future generations. One stain on this record in the historical records is that the notoriety will last forever. This is a more serious thing than losing your head.

"Rebellious and obedient, want to wear monkey clothes! Let future generations see how these hypocritical people's ambitions are clearly exposed!"

The colored beads on the crown crackled and collided together, and the sound of the beading of the big and small beads was especially clear in the whole hall.

Zhu Zhaoyan's pale lips became even more pale, and his fingers under the big sleeves trembled violently. Under the beading, he frowned, swallowed the fishy sweetness that hadn't risen in his mouth, his lips trembled slightly, and his body began to feel weak stand up.

Hold on, only Liwei can stand firm.

Must hold on.

He turned his back suddenly, and supported the golden dragon head of the dragon chair with one hand. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and cold sweat slid down his chin from his forehead.

Wang Wanyi's expression changed, seeing that something was wrong with Zhu Zhaoyan, he immediately turned to look at the officials, and said sharply. "My lords, go back first, I have something to say to His Majesty in person!"

When all the officials heard these words, they wished to leave the Hall of Supreme Harmony, not to mention, who would dare to disobey the words of this powerful minister and eunuch.

After a while, only Wang Wanyi and Zhu Zhaoyan were left in the hall.

Wang Wanyi quickly came to Zhu Zhaoyan's side, and just about to touch him, Zhu Zhaoyan couldn't hold back and knelt down.

Wang Wanyi quickly stepped forward to help him, her hands reached his waist, and the hands on the golden dragon's head gradually slipped off.

"Your Majesty!" Wang Wanyi shouted anxiously.

"It's okay, I'll come by myself."

A weak voice came in a low voice, and the hands moved away Wang Wanyi's fingers on his waist and said. "It's just out of breath, I can't die yet."

With his back on his back, Wang Wanyi couldn't see Zhu Zhaoyan's expression at this time, but felt that the back was luxurious, but luxurious and fragmented.

With bloodshot hands, he climbed up to the golden dragon head on the empty seat again. Wang Wanyi didn't help him anymore, and Zhu Zhaoyan stood up with great difficulty.

But just as he took one step, he still couldn't stand firmly on the second step, and fell face-up on the dragon table.

"Cough cough."

He tilted his head, with a painful face, spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, which drenched the memorial on the case.

Wang Wanyi just wanted to reach out her hand, but froze in place.

Without the cover of Zhu Yu, those red mournful eyes were empty and lifeless, the whole face was pale and bloodless, mottled with sweat, weak and weak.

The end of the eyes on that face was flushed, and the blood spreading from the corner of the mouth to the side of the neck was also dark red.

"Ha ha."

He suddenly laughed, with a faint evil spirit and a little desolation.

In the end, his fragility was still clearly seen by Wang Wanyi, and only Wang Wanyi could perceive his helplessness. How ridiculous.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the big sleeve of the crown robe, when the glaring bright red was wiped away, half of his face was stained even redder, like pieces of glass that shattered on the ground, and like no roots beside the bridge of Naihe Leafless Bana.

Dark light and black eyes are another kind of fatal and coquettish beauty.

Zhu Zhaoyan was lying on the table, his deep and radiant eyes were staring at Wang Wanyi with hooks.

"Wang Wanyi, what do you think I am? What is my throne?" He said quietly, the crimson color at the end of his eyes was absolutely gorgeous.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to call the imperial doctor for you!" Wang Wanyi didn't answer him, but when he was about to call someone, Zhu Zhaoyan grabbed his hand.

Zhu Zhaoyan closed his eyes and then slowly opened them again, making a hissing gesture with his fingers in front of his red lips.

"Answer me."

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, the most honorable emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

"Really?" Zhu Zhaoyan only thought it was funny, he sneered and asked Wang Wanyi back.

"I said you are, you are."

Zhu Zhaoyan no longer looked at him, but turned his gaze to the top of the Daming Palace with carved beams and painted pillars on the glazed golden roof.

Zhu Zhaoyan understood that he was not.

He raised his hand and slowly reached out to Wang Wanyi.

"Help me up."

Wang Wanyi pulled him back, this hand was not warm at all, it was bitingly cold, revealing the coldness in his heart.

Zhu Zhaoyan sat up from the table and untied the crown on his head with one hand.

"Does Wanyi think I look good?"

Zhu Zhaoyan put the crown aside unhurriedly, put his hands on the table, and looked up at Wang Wanyi.

Wang Wanyi didn't understand the meaning of the little emperor's question in this situation, so she could only answer from her heart.

"Looking good, Your Majesty is the most beautiful man in the world."

He didn't try to flatter him either, the little emperor was really good-looking.

The pair of black eyes looked at Wang Wanyi from top to bottom, and the eyes lingered on the emerald jade plate tied around Wang Wanyi's waist. He stretched out his fingers to pick up the drooping tassel knot of the jade plate and said slowly.

"How about making a deal with me that night." The blood on his mouth was wiped into a trace, and dried on his face from the corner of his mouth, like makeup.

"Everyone says that Wanyi pleases a beautiful woman. If I give the beauty to Wanyi, can you help me, Wanyi?"

"I don't know what His Majesty means." Wang Wanyi asked with raised eyebrows.

"I've been poisoned. Although it hasn't penetrated into my heart, I'm afraid that one day I'll die soon. Help me find out who is behind the scenes." He tightly grasped Wang Wanyi's cuffs, his anger was like a thread.

Song Shixuan checked and found that the medicine he drank every day in the palace was not poisonous, and even the sand pots used to decoct the medicines and the bowls containing the medicines were also fine.

What he has to do now is to involve Wang Wanyi from the first party into the third party with him, restrain the black hand behind the scenes, and be passive and active.

He didn't believe what the killer said, and put Wang Wanyi under his nose, he could tell whether he was good or evil, loyal or traitor, this was the last trust he could give him.

If not, he will definitely crush him to ashes, even if he dies together, he will not be afraid.

He must win this game.

The eyes on Wang Wanyi's smiling face froze, and his eyes were sharp and menacing. He raised his hand and stroked the black and blue under Zhu Zhaoyan's eyes, and then stopped at the bloodstain.

"Your Majesty trusts Wanyi so much?" He locked his eyes tightly on Zhu Zhaoyan's face. "Aren't you afraid that the mastermind behind the poisoning is the minister?"

"Wanyi said before, if I trust Wanyi, I can rest easy." Zhu Zhaoyan met Wang Wanyi's eyes and said with a smile.

"Kechen needs to see your sincerity." There was a careful inquiry at the end of the raised words, the fingertips caressed the mandible of the beauty in front of him, slid from the base of the ear to the red lips, and the fingers penetrated into the two lips. The soft lips are warm, soft and greasy, and the tongue brushes over the pads of the fingers, which is warm and itchy.

Those crimson beautiful eyes were covered with the mist of spring water floating veil, and his slender fingers climbed up the collar of his gift collar. A pendant is a clear pigeon blood carved gem.

He twisted the pendant towards him, his hands couldn't grab a place to stay, so he could only wrap his arms around his collar and anchor his soul to his body.

"Hmm..." Wang Wanyi snorted softly, the sweet smell of blood lingered between her two lips, the breath in her breath brushed over the fine hairs on her skin, her heart was trembling, but she didn't know what it was like, So what, all kinds of annoying thoughts came to my mind.

Zhu Zhaoyan's kiss was green, it was just lips and teeth, lips to lips, but it was the only time that a pair of young people got close in more than ten years, it was only one time, it was engraved in the heart and could never be forgotten in this life.

A pair of people, a pair of sons and souls, with no other distractions, no matter what else.

"enough?"

His deep eyes looked at Wang Wanyi's lips that were also stained with blood. The redness left on Wang Wanyi's mouth belonged to him. He wanted him to put his mark on it, a mark that only he could put on.

"I'll discuss the rest with His Majesty in the future..." Wang Wanyi licked his lips, it was warm and sweet. He hated the smell of blood in the prison, but he liked it, and he was willing to do so.

"But I feel... not enough, I want more..."

He has no shame in his heart, no shame in the people, peaceful and far-reaching, safe and sound, but this time, he wants to be greedy once.

Volume II Yongping Mansion