Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

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Wei Qian also wanted to say something, what he said in the small courtyard that day was just a moment of anger, but the arrogance in his bones made him never able to lower his head, or in other words, he was used to Xia Lang bowing his head first every time up.

But Xia Ran bowed his head again as he wished, why is he not happy at all?

He was still standing there, but Xia Lang didn't pay attention to him anymore, but continued to pick up the pen and look at the memorial in front of him. Wei Qianyi just stood there in a daze, no one asked him to leave, and neither did Xia Lang. Talking to him, he just stood there and stared at Sharon's profile with his head bowed while reviewing the memorial, with an infatuation in his eyes that he didn't realize.

"Squeak—" After a while, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Shen Hanzhi walked in with a bowl of soup.

He didn't seem to notice that there was a person at the door at all, he passed Wei Qianyi directly, walked up to Xia Lang, and gently put down the soup: "Your Majesty, you are just recovering from a serious illness, you should drink more tonic soup. "

"Brother Han," Shen Hanzhi opened the lid, and a smell of medicine rushed in, Xia Lang wrinkled his nose: "I don't want to take medicine."

"There are no medicinal materials," Shen Hanzhi said with a gentle smile on his face, but Wei Qianyi, who was at the side, couldn't be more hypocritical: "I wrapped all the medicinal materials with gauze, and didn't put them in the soup."

Only then did Xia Lang agree to take two sips. When he picked up the bowl, Shen Hanzhi naturally took the memorial next to him to read: "Did you send Chen Zhong to deal with the flood in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"En," Xia Lang also naturally moved his position to make room for Shen Hanzhi's monitor chair, and Shen Hanzhi sat down. From Wei Qianyi's point of view, Xia Lang seemed to be sitting on Shen Hanzhi's body: "Chen Zhong comes from a family of water conservancy. It just doesn't fit."

"But he has just been Ding You for three years, and he is entrusted with a heavy responsibility when he comes back together. I'm afraid he can't bear it," Shen Hanzhi said, "Why don't you send Liu Qing to help him? This person doesn't have any real skills, but he is tactful, and he is everywhere. Can eat well."

"Brother Han is right." Xia Lang scooped up a spoonful of soup, and it was so clear that there was not even a little medicine residue: "Then let Liu Qing assist him."

"Okay then." Shen Hanzhi took the pen that Xia Lang put aside: "I'll add it for you."

The two of them sang together and talked about political affairs. They seemed incomparably harmonious. In comparison, Wei Qianyi next to him became an outsider.

He couldn't bear to see the scene of harmony in front of him but extremely dazzling in his eyes, and sneered: "Is there any concept of dignity in Empress Shen's eyes? You can read the emperor's memorial if you want?"

Only then did Shen Hanzhi look up at him, then lowered his head again, and continued to review the memorial in his hand: "In terms of no concept of superiority and inferiority, General Wei is doing his part. When I was on the road, I heard General Wei coming from the imperial study. sound."

A person who dares to yell at the emperor, what face does he have to say about him?

"You—" Wei Qian is also angry, he is a military general, how can he compare to Shen Hanzhi in terms of verbal skills?

"By the way, I haven't congratulated General Wei on the wedding ceremony yet," Shen Han said with a dignified and elegant smile, "Princess Wanxi is the number one beauty in the capital, and General Wei is quite blessed."

Wei Qianyi's lungs exploded with anger, but he couldn't say anything about Shen Hanzhi, so he could only attack Xia Lang: "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that the people next to you will be disobedient?"

In this way, Da Lala showed these memorials to Shen Hanzhi, and asked Shen Hanzhi's opinions on everything when he went to court. If Shen Hanzhi had the heart of disobedience, would Xia Lang have the power to resist?

"The heart of disobedience?" Xia Lang put down the spoon before speaking, the spoon collided with the bowl and made a crisp sound: "How is it possible? How could Brother Han harm me?"

He turned his head to look at Shen Hanzhi, his eyes were full of trust: "Brother Hanzhi is impossible, right?"

"Yes," Shen Hanzhi showed a gentle smile at Xia Lang, and then rubbed Xia Lang's head: "How could I harm you?"

His hand was between him and Xia Ran, so that he didn't see Xia Ran's complicated eyes for a moment.

There are some things that he thinks he does perfectly, but he doesn't know that there are shadow nights around Xia Lang, and there are some things that can't be hidden at all.

Shen Hanzhi secretly replaced the palace servants with his own forces, as well as the medicine in the wine that day... If Yingye hadn't told Xia Lang the truth in advance, Xia Lang might never have suspected Shen Hanzhi, in his mind , Shen Hanzhi will always be the good-looking and noble elder brother who looks like a fairy when he first met, and those intrigues have nothing to do with him.

But why did it become like this?Are rights really that important?

Xia Lang didn't have much obsession with this position. Even if Shen Hanzhi asked him to give up this position to him, Xia Lang might think a little longer and agree. He didn't have much sense of ancestral honor, and he didn't keep it. The idea of ​​the ancestor's foundation to pass on the blood, he must only like Wei Qianyi in his life, so he must have no heirs, so if this is the case, who is it different to pass it on to?

But now he can't simply hand over this position, because he still has to protect Wei Qianyi. Yingye told him lightly that when Wei Qianyi was ambushed by Shen Hanzhi in his previous life and almost died when he came back, Xia Lang His heart skipped a beat.

He can't let something like this happen again.

Even Wei Qian doesn't like him...

Wei Qianyi seemed young and promising, but in fact he was very immature in his heart, and he didn't even have the strength to fight with Shen Hanzhi. In his previous life, he and Shen Hanzhi joined forces and ended up not much better.

Xia Lang drank the soup and suddenly yawned: "Brother Han... I'm a little sleepy, can you help me approve the rest of the memorial?"

Shen Hanzhi's smile remained unchanged: "Then go to sleep quickly."

In that soup, he added some calming medicinal materials for no other purpose. He just wanted Xia Lang to sleep well. He didn’t need to worry about these trivial matters. He would take care of everything. Just need to stay in his harem easily.

"En!" Xia Lang stood up from the chair after speaking, and gave Shen Hanzhi the position of the emperor, then turned his head to look at Wei Qianyi who was standing there still angry: "Let's go, go back to sleep Already!"

Shen Hanzhi's smile froze on his face.

He wanted Xia Lang to have a good sleep, but not with Wei Qianyi!

Wei Qianyi's angry mood was suddenly overcast by these words, and there was a trace of joy in his eyes that he didn't realize: "Okay!"

Before leaving, he still glanced at Shen Hanzhi as if he was victorious. Shen Hanzhi's expression on the surface did not change, but he tightly clenched the pen holder.

Wei Qianyi and Xia Lang were walking back to the Green Bamboo Pavilion, half a shoulder distance between the two of them, saying that intimacy is not close, but there is a faint ambiguity circulating between the two of them.

Wei Qian also enjoyed this feeling very much, but he still felt that it was not enough. He still wanted to get closer, a little closer...

He unconsciously got closer and closer to Xia Ran, and finally at a corner, he grabbed Xia Ran's hand.

Wei Qianyi felt a special sense of satisfaction when the tender little hand was caught in his palm, but in the next second, Xia Lang pulled away.

"Wei Qianyi," Xia Lang shook his hand strangely, as if he had done something strange: "What are you doing?"

"I..." Hearing Xia Lang's question, Wei Qianyi's voice actually contained a hint of grievance: "You can let Shen Hanzhi hug you to approve the memorial, why can't you let me hold hands?"

He focused on "being hugged by Shen Hanzhi", but Xia Lang misunderstood the point, thinking it was on "reviewing the memorial".

He stopped and looked up at Wei Qianyi.

"Are you blaming me for not giving you enough rights?" Xia Lang looked at Wei Qianyi's still handsome side face under the moonlight, but for some reason, he slowly lost the feeling of excitement at the beginning, and only A bitterness mixed with unwillingness and grievance: "Half of the tiger talisman is with the general, and the remaining half, I will give it to you too, okay?"