Multiple crimes

Just as Yuan Ziyou was entangled with the servant, the guards outside the courtyard reported: "Master Er Zhurong has arrived—"

Before Yuan Ziyou came back to his senses, Er Zhurong had already blew in like the wind of a horse.Two rows of accompanying soldiers behind him lined up neatly on horseback outside the gate of the palace, creating a grand scene.

It stands to reason that court officials are not allowed to enter and leave the emperor's bedroom privately, even if the emperor ordered them, they still need to walk.However, Er Zhurong didn't seem to know this rule. It wasn't until the horse's hooves were about to reach Yuan Ziyou's door that he suddenly reined in the reins and turned sideways, and gradually slowed down after half a circle on the spot.

Turning over and dismounting, he gasped for a while, looked at the servant kneeling on the ground, frowned and asked, "What are you doing, Your Majesty?"

"What are you doing? Teach the servants a lesson."

Yan Shuo who was at the side raised his head when he heard the words, thinking that what he said was strange and seemed like an emperor.

Er Zhurong was obviously not interested in Yuan Ziyou's daily affairs. After asking a casual question, he turned straight to the point and explained the purpose of coming: "I didn't think carefully about the matter of moving the capital. Since there are people who object, let's put it aside for the time being. We'll discuss it later." He didn't say a word about the incident that almost killed someone in the court.

Yuan Ziyou didn't expect him to change his mind so quickly, he opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say—it's up to you whether to move or not, so why bother to inform me hypocritically?

Now that Er Zhurong had expressed his attitude here, seeing that Yuan Ziyou didn't react much, he didn't say any more.Turning around and holding the rein just as he was about to get on the horse, he seemed to have remembered something, turned around again, squinted his eyes and stared at Yuan Ziyou, with a half-smile on his face, and said: "If there is another dispute next time, please don't let the emperor light up." Sit aside and watch the play"

"You want me to speak for you?"

These words were answered quickly and straightforwardly, Er Zhurong was taken aback for a moment, but was at a loss for words.And Yuan Ziyou raised his head to meet his gaze, and continued without thinking: "Then you have to be nicer to me!"

There was a moment of silence.Immediately Er Zhurong laughed loudly.

"Oh?" He leaned his upper body slightly forward, leaned into Yuan Ziyou's face and said, "Isn't it good enough for your majesty?"

As soon as the morning court was over, Er Zhurong hastily summoned several confidant ministers to discuss the matter of moving the capital, and then hurried to the bedroom to see Yuan Ziyou, without a moment's rest.The weather was sweltering, and I was already sweating a little.Yuan Ziyou was facing him closely at this time, and he felt a musky scent of a man exuding from the neckline. After a few sniffs, he couldn't help being slightly dazed, and his eyes moved away from the other person's face, looking at elsewhere.

Er Zhurong didn't notice the abnormality of the emperor, and said to himself, "I brought you from that remote place, helped you sit on the emperor's throne, gave you food, gave you shelter, and helped you deal with it." Those foolish people who oppose you outside. I have done so much for you, do you think I treat you well?" The tone became more and more playful, and even the honorific title was no longer used.

OK?Of course not.

Yuan Ziyou is not a dull person, after a few days, how could he not see Er Zhurong's negligence and contempt for him?Not only Er Zhurong, but the entire court, probably few people really took him seriously.Even the loyal Yuan Chen probably just regarded him as a poor puppet manipulated by others.What's the point of such an emperor in front of him?It's better to go back to the fief and be your own Changle King.

Yuan Ziyou was full of grievances at the moment, and was about to feel grief and anger, but for some reason, under Er Zhurong's half-smiling gaze, his mind suddenly went blank, and he couldn't say any rebuttals.

Don't turn his head and take a step back, he saw the servant who was still kneeling aside and dared not make a sound, and said casually: "You make people follow me all day, as if I am a prisoner."

"This...Your Majesty is worrying too much." Er Zhurong straightened up and resumed his usual indifferent expression, "It's very inconvenient for Your Majesty to enter the palace for the first time, and I did this out of safety considerations. Since Your Majesty doesn't like it, I will let you They just back off."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and greeted Mr. Liu: "Send the message, tell them to stay where they should be, and don't mess around to upset His Majesty...Your Majesty, are you satisfied?"

Yuan Ziyou gave a muffled "Yes", still feeling that Er Zhurong was perfunctory him.But it's a pleasure to get rid of these annoying followers.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Yuan Ziyou couldn't help asking when he looked up and saw that the other party had turned around and held the rein, as if he was about to leave.

Er Zhurong didn't stop moving because of his question.Turning on the horse and sitting firmly, he turned to face Yuan Ziyou, and said, "There is a banquet in the minister's residence. Why, Your Majesty is also interested?"

Yuan Ziyou nodded subconsciously, wanting to join in the fun.However, after thinking about it, since it was a banquet at the general's mansion, the people who were invited to go must be generals like Yuan Tianmu, even if he went, Er Zhurong might not pay attention to him, so why bother himself?

Thinking of this, he lowered his eyelids, put on a disapproving expression, and said coldly, "I'm not interested."

"In this case, I will take my leave first." Er Zhurong said no more, turned his horse's head and galloped away.The guards waiting outside the door followed suit.After a chaotic sound of horseshoes, the bedroom returned to silence.

Yuan Ziyou stood there in a daze, seeing the dust raised by the horse's hoof gradually subside.He suddenly felt that life in the palace seemed much more interesting than he had imagined, and the only thing that was boring was his bedroom.

"Master." Seeing Yuan Ziyou standing in a daze, Yan Shuo stepped forward and pulled his sleeve to remind him, "Don't you want to go out for a stroll? Let's go."

The latter came back to his senses with a flash of eyes, and said strangely: "Go? Where are you going?"

Yuan Ziyou doesn't seem to talk much, and he often looks like his soul is out of his body, but he is actually very active in thinking.Sometimes I am too active, and my words can't keep up with the rhythm of thinking, and it seems a bit out of line.

At this time, as soon as he asked the question, he remembered the previous incident in his mind, and without waiting for Yan Shuo's answer, he turned around and walked back: "Let's eat!"

Yan Shuo hastily raised his legs to follow, a little inexplicably: "Didn't you just eat? Why, aren't you full?"

"Didn't you say there is still some snacks?"

Yuan Ziyou walked all the way to the kitchen on a whim.

The servants in the kitchen had just cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and squatted in groups to settle their lunch by themselves. Seeing the sudden arrival of the emperor, they all jumped up like frightened birds, and then bowed their heads and bowed down.

Yan Shuo was afraid that they would upset Yuan Ziyou with their stupidity, so he hurriedly drove them away, turned around and lifted the lid of the steamer: "Today there is only gold cake."

The dim sum has not been touched yet, and it has been steaming like this.As soon as the lid was lifted, the steam overflowed, and Yuan Ziyou couldn't dodge and was covered in head and face.

The pastry was neatly cut into rectangular slices, probably because of the lard, it was shiny golden and looked fluffy and elastic.Yuan Ziyou stretched out his hand with great interest, wanting to pinch a piece off the edge of the sheet, but retracted his hand with a scream not wanting to be burned.

Hearing the sound, Yan Shuo frowned, grabbed Yuan Ziyou's index finger, put it to his mouth, blew, and stroked it twice: "What's the hurry, it's not like I haven't eaten it before."

"I haven't eaten..."

Yan Shuo didn't argue with him, he nimbly put the golden cake on the plate, and said, "Er Zhurong has done us a great favor by removing those eyeliners. Master, you really know how to pretend to be stupid. It seems that he I'm not wary of you at all." He picked up the plate and left the kitchen as he spoke, "Come out to eat! Hurry up, don't let it get cold."

"Pretending to be stupid... why are you pretending to be stupid?" Yuan Ziyou tilted his head and stared at the empty steamer, and said to himself.The voice was soft and trembling slightly, as if holding back a laugh.

The steam in the cage hadn't dissipated yet, and it overflowed sparsely, covering his eyes and eyebrows, as well as his gloomy gaze.

"He despises me. He's so beautiful, proud, omnipotent...he despises me."