After wearing the book, I married the enemy proton

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Shang Shu

Su Yangjiao's beautiful eyes were half-closed, the glamorous beauty and the charm were all in one, and he just stared at Song Yang for a long time, until he was at a loss when he saw him, then he let out a long sigh.

Wood is wood, don't expect to be able to suddenly die.

At this time, Wu Mo came over with a sapphire medicine bottle in his hands, opened the stopper, poured out a pill and handed it to Su Yangjiao, saying, "Master, it's time to take the medicine."

A bitter smell came into his nostrils, Su Yangjiao frowned, and lifted his eyelids in disgust: "Wu Mo, you go to Dr. Zhen and ask him to go to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites to give me a pulse diagnosis at noon."

Although he was extremely reluctant, Su Yangjie squeezed the pill, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with warm water.

Wu Mo put the coat in his arms on Su Yangjiao's shoulders, agreeing.

Su Yangjiao walked out and said to Song Yang: "If you still can't trust me at this moment, you are foolish and loyal. Thinking about the status of your Highness, only I can protect him in Shengjing City."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to stop Song Yang, and said coldly: "Ask Yunle to follow, you go and protect Nanxun."

Su Yangjie doesn't like to hire people with different ideas. Although Song Yang is loyal, in the final analysis, this loyalty is not for him.

The sky is getting brighter and the rain is not over.

Shengjing City has turned into a fresh green under the spring rain, the curtains of the carriage are occasionally lifted up with the bumps of the carriage, Su Yangjiao is lazily leaning on the carriage, looking at the passing pedestrians passing by from time to time.

Wei Nanxun's face always surfaced inadvertently, and even he himself began to be confused about what this feeling was, whether it was because he was the hero in his book, or he sympathized with his fate, or he gradually inherited it. The original body's feelings have been moved unconsciously?

Blowing the cool wind through the window, thinking about what happened in the study the night before, Su Yangjiao's face began to burn.

It seems that detoxification feels pretty good.

So, will it be addictive?

Su Yangjiao closed his eyes, sniffed the residual fragrance on his body, the smell was almost inaudible.

But it was this slight taste that made him feel very satisfied.

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As soon as Su Yangjie stepped into the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, he was stopped by an official in gray, saying that Wang Chi had something to ask him to go to the hall to discuss.

It is said that Wang Chi is the most polite person, that's why he has been using ancient methods to make a fuss, and has written several times to make the eldest son, King Xun, the crown prince.

If someone refuted him on the grounds that King Xun was not a legitimate son, he would say that Emperor Jiang was not a direct son either.

Every time this happened, Jiang Di would turn pale from his anger, but he couldn't say any rebuttal words.

But as he said, Emperor Jiang was the eldest son of the first emperor but not his direct son.

But after all, having sat on the throne for more than 20 years and tasted all the honors in the world, the facts back then were no longer the facts he wanted to hear now.Therefore, every time someone mentioned this matter in the court, Emperor Jiang would feel a pain in his chest, wishing he could push this person out and behead him.

But Wang Chi sat in the position of Minister of Rites for eight years, not to mention outstanding achievements, at least he never made any mistakes. Chi Bian also sat firmly in the position of the second-rank minister.

However, Su Yangjie knew very well that no matter how cautious Wang Chi was and no mistakes were made, he still had a weakness that he couldn't overcome.

That is his only son, Wang Wen.

When Su Yangjie walked into the hall, Wang Chi was sitting upright in front of the table. Seeing him coming in, Wang Chi got up quickly and walked over, asking him to sit down.

"Your Highness, thank you Your Highness for solving the incident yesterday, otherwise..."

Su Yangjie interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Master Wang, you don't need to say these polite words to me. If you really want to thank me, don't forget the previous note and report this matter to the Ministry of Education, otherwise if you are punished in the future I am afraid that the account of the official censor impeaching you and me is not very good."

Wang Chi was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes before laughing: "Yes, it should be reported to the Ministry of Education."

Su Yangjiao turned his eyes away, looked at his desk, and said slowly: "Master Wang called me here early in the morning, probably not to thank you."

Wang Chi came up to thank him, which was naturally a polite word, but what he really wanted to talk about was the Qianqiu Banquet.

"Your Highness, on the day of the Qianqiu Banquet, the emperor will hunt in the Xishan hunting ground. This is a tradition. The Ministry of Industry was ordered to rebuild the Baohua Palace in the hunting ground more than a month ago. The delay, I'm afraid it won't be completed before the Qianqiu Banquet, this..." Wang Chi took a memorial from the table sideways, which should be a post from the Ministry of Industry, and he handed the notebook to Su Yangjiao.

Su Yangjiao didn't open the memorial, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master Wang, the Ministry of Industry can't finish the project as scheduled, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with our priesthood."

Wang Chi's face darkened for a moment, and he couldn't get angry, so he lowered his eyebrows and explained respectfully: "I didn't need to bother Your Highness at first, but recently there are too many things in the Ministry of Rites, and everyone can't spare time, so I have to ask His Highness to do this errand."

"Since you want me to do it, you can just say it straight, why bother to beat around the bush?"

Wang Chi lowered his eyes and said: "Yes, I now need His Highness and the Ministry of Industry to keep an eye on the workers in Baohua Hall, and must complete the work before the Qianqiu Banquet, otherwise... Otherwise, I am afraid that Longyan will be unhappy!"

Su Yangjiao was silent for a while, then suddenly stood up and said with a sneer, "Since my father has placed me in the Ministry of Rites, I will leave at your disposal."

After speaking, he walked out without looking back.

Wang Chi is an old fox, Su Yangjiao doesn't know what he is planning, but he only knows that there must be something wrong with this matter, otherwise Wang Chi would not have specifically entrusted him with it.

Walking out of the room, Su Yangjie put the memorial in his hand into his sleeve pocket.

Wang Chi watched his figure disappear into the drizzle, and sighed softly. Last night, King Xun asked his personal servant to ask him to go to Liufeng Mansion.

On weekdays he often went to Liufeng Mansion, but today is different from the past.

King Xun always saw him in the main hall or study room, but today, the servant led him into the bedroom in the inner courtyard. Only when he approached did he realize that King Xun was injured and unable to get up.

Wang Chi entered the bedroom, and there was a Shu brocade screen in the room. Although he couldn't see Su Ningyan's face, he could hear the resentment in his tone.

"Hasn't the fourth brother made any mistakes with you?" King Xun asked sharply inside the screen.

Wang Chi hesitated a little, he knew that King Xun had always disliked his fourth brother, and he wished to find some charges against him all the time, but after thinking twice, he could only tell the truth: "There hasn't been any mistake yet."

As soon as the words fell, the screen was pushed away from the inside, and after a "crash", King Xun rushed to Wang Chi with angry eyes and slit canthus.

When Wang Chi looked up, he was startled. Only then did he find that King Xun's face, which was not too handsome, was now covered with a piece of cloth to bind the wound, and the thin cloth was stained with blood.

"Your Highness... this is, who was this injured by?"

"Who?" King Xun covered the wound with his finger, and spat out from the root of his teeth viciously: "Who else, my good brother..."

Suddenly his eyes widened, as if recalling some bad memories, he said: "And his wife, Wei, Nan, and Xun."

"The fourth prince dares to hurt you?!" Wang Chi was also quite shocked, "This...how..."

Su Ningyan pulled out his sword from his waist, and pointed at Wang Chi with a "swish", "Can this king still talk nonsense and wrong him? Is there anything he, Su Yang, dare not do? Doesn't he do too many ridiculous things? "

Wang Chi swallowed his saliva, waved his hands, and quickly explained: "I didn't mean that, it's just... It's just the absurd things about the fourth prince in the past. The old minister has never seen it with his own eyes, but he has recently entered the Ministry of Rites, and his behavior is not like... ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was forced to gasp by the coldness of the sword edge, Wang Chi was sweating profusely, and quickly changed the topic: "The fourth prince did such a thing that hurt his siblings, it's really..." He suddenly He didn't know how to describe it, so he paused and said, "It's really outrageous!"

Su Ningyan slowly retracted the saber, put it into the scabbard, and said with a sullen face, "Can you express this anger for this king?"

Wang Chi lowered his head for a long while before he said: "I have some old friends at Yushitai, why don't I tell them about this and let them take a good look at the fourth prince's book, the emperor will be extremely angry and punished when he hears about this. "

Unexpectedly, King Xun slammed his fist heavily on the table, and snorted coldly: "I'm afraid that the fourth brother will kill me, and the father will not punish him."

Wang Chi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, so he had to think for a while and said, "Then what if the Fourth Prince made a mistake at the Qianqiu Banquet?"

Su Ningyan raised his head slowly, stared at Wang Chi for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

Ugly.

After Su Yangjiao left from the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, he went directly to the Ministry of Industry. On the way, Yunle suddenly lifted the curtain and entered, and whispered to him submissively: "Master, just now Yin Chuan came to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites to look for you. He gave the next note, saying It was written to you by Proton."

After taking the thin paper, Su Yangjiao slowly unrolled the curled edge of the paper, and a few small characters were written on it:

Go home for lunch.

The small script is very beautiful, Su Yangjiao couldn't help laughing out loud, he raised his eyes and asked Yunle: "Where is Yin Chuan now?"

Yun Le didn't speak, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car, and pointed to the roof of the house next to the street.

Su Yangjiao looked over and saw a small black figure jumping from one roof to the next, like a light and happy cat.

He looked at the figure outside and said, "Tell Yin Chuan to wait for me."

Yun Le secretly smiled, said "yes" and jumped out of the carriage. Seeing him disappear like lightning, he appeared on the roof the next moment, standing in front of Yin Chuan with his sword in his hands.

The drizzle and cool wind blew up their robes, but Su Yangjiao seemed to see Yunle's triumphant smile.

At some point, Yin Chuan had an extra sword in his hand. His graceful figure swung the sword and stabbed Yun Le.

But the sword light just flashed by, and the next moment Yunle jumped behind him, and the two of them moved on the roof following the running direction of the carriage when they saw their moves.

Su Yangjiao shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, they were really happy lovers, every time they met they either quarreled or fought, and no one liked the other.

It may also be that no one accepts anyone.

The carriage turned into an alley along Qingshi Road, Yun Le also flew down from the roof and stopped outside the gate of the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry.

It is said that the Ministry of Industry is the least valued department among the six ministries, and even this yamen is built in an inconspicuous alley. It seems that those rumors are true.

At the gate of the yamen, there were already people waiting there.

When Su Yangjie got out of the car, his eyes fell on the man, and then he smiled faintly.

Good to meet an acquaintance again.