Xiao Yu was originally immersed in his wonderful fantasies, but he suddenly heard the sound of Minglu behind him, his hand trembled, and he only heard a "stab" sound, and the rice paper in his hand that he had drawn all morning was torn in half.

Seeing this, Ming Lu was stunned for a moment, and a few words came to his mind: Trouble!

Knowing that this disaster was serious and that he would be severely beaten, he was so shocked that he couldn't move his feet.

Xiao Yu stared at half of the rice paper in his left hand and half of his right hand, and a huge roar erupted in his heart: No!!

The flames in his eyes crept out, his fists clenched, and with a gurgling sound, the words "Minglu!" were squeezed out from between his teeth, as if they were being placed on a blunt knife, grinding back and forth.

At the same time, Ho got up and stretched out his hand to grab Minglu.

"See if I don't break your leg today!"

A roar floated out from the sky above Xiao Yu's study, followed by a heart-rending scream, which startled the old crow in the tree to shake its wings and tremble its throat, and flew away with a scream.

In this room, Xiao Yu and Ming Lu staged a battle of killing and chasing in the study, and in that room, in the majestic palace, an elderly minister bowed his body and went straight to the imperial study.

Even though the bluestone pavement in the palace is swept with a broom by the inner servant, it can't stand the heavy snow, and there is always a thin layer of snow on the road.

The old minister walked tremblingly, and beside him, a small chamberlain held a solemn and solemn face, his eyes were momentary, and his hands were holding him tightly, as if holding a fragile vase.

After walking for a long time, he saw the chief waiter on the other side, walking with a hurried face, and behind him, followed by a soft sedan chair.

When he came to the old man, the chief attendant bowed down and smiled with a smile, "Why did you come here in such weather, if you bump into it, how about it." ”

As he spoke, he beckoned to the little waiter in front of the old man, "Don't hurry up and help Lord Han get into the soft sedan chair." Lord Han is coming, you don't know how to inform in advance, such a slippery ground, if Lord Han has a mistake, I think you have a few lives. ”

The stern reprimand made the little waiter's already lowered head lower and lower to his chest, and his voice was like a mosquito, repeating constantly, "The slave is wrong." ”

Sitting on the soft sedan chair, the old man who was called Master Han by the chief attendant was extremely respectful waved his hand, "You scolded him for what he did, I want to come, and he can still twist me!"

The chief waiter immediately stopped, turned his head and said: "Your Majesty knows that you are coming, and he is very anxious, so he immediately let the servant carry the soft sedan chair over, and is waiting for you in the imperial study at the moment. ”

As he spoke, the soft sedan chair was lifted, and the group went straight to the imperial study.

This Lord Han is the emperor's mentor, and the Taifu Han Chaoen is only fifty years old now, but he has not been involved in court politics for seven or eight years.

Su Ri just read and paint at home, meet friends with poems, and in his spare time, he will also enter the palace to chat with the emperor about a few teas, learn to be rich and rich, have good conduct, and are highly respected by the emperor.

When he was young, when he was poisoned and assassinated, he snatched the bowl of deadly soup in time and drank it himself.

The bowl of poisoned fresh soup, although the imperial doctor tried his best to revive him under the medical skills, but his originally straight back was forever bent down, and he could no longer stand upright, and this bend was a lifetime.

In spite of this, this incident was originally a matter of falling apart for anyone, but the impact on him was general, the toxin was removed, and after he recovered from his illness, he still talked and laughed, and since then, in front of the emperor, whether it is to the emperor who has not yet ascended the throne or to the emperor who has already sat on the throne, he has not mentioned this matter for half a sentence, let alone to seek favor and glory.

Back then, the emperor didn't have doubts about that incident.

A bowl of poisonous soup, if he knows that it is poisonous, he will stop it directly, even if it is not good to stop him, it is good to tell each other, he is the master, the emperor's teacher, that is the emperor or the prince, almost obeys his words.

Why do you have to put that bowl of poisonous soup into your throat?

But that's what he did.

It's just that no matter how strong the suspicion is, it can't withstand the verification of the long years in the future, his waist can't bend anymore, he has never interfered in court politics in his life, has never recommended anyone to the emperor, and has never interfered in anything......

All this is enough to dispel all the doubts of the emperor, even if he still can't figure out why Han Chaoen poured himself poison soup back then.

The heavy snow that had begun since last night was getting heavier and heavier, and when they arrived at the door of the imperial study, the head of the chief chamberlain was already full of white flowers.

Brushing the snow flakes on his head, the soft sedan chair stopped, and helped Han Chaoen get down from the sedan chair with his own hands, and walked to the door a few times. ”

The chamberlain smiled and said, "Your Majesty knows that it is you who are coming." Besides, there is no reason to keep you waiting. ”

Han Chaoen shook his head, looking stubborn, "You must always follow the rules." ”

The chief chamberlain laughed, didn't say more, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Your Majesty, Lord Han has arrived." ”

When the words fell, a warm answer immediately came from inside, "Come in." ”

As the emperor's voice came out, the chief chamberlain pushed the door open, stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and welcomed Han Chaoen inside.

It's just that when he turned around, the moment his eyes crossed Han Chaoen, he saw a smile on his lowered face, and the smile was extremely treacherous, which made his originally calm heart ripple with turbulent waves.

This laugh, he has seen it before, he must have seen it.

frowned slightly, and when the door was closed, the thoughts in his mind were flying, but they were flashing, and he didn't catch anything.

Turning his head again, Han Chaoen was already kneeling on his knees and saluting respectfully, "The minister bows to see Your Majesty." ”

When the chief chamberlain passed by him and walked towards the emperor's side, Han Chaoen got up after the salute, and his eyes hurriedly glanced at the corners of Han Chaoen's mouth and eyebrows, but as usual, there was no abnormality, only the heart of the chief attendant could no longer calm down.

The emperor smiled and stretched out his hand to help, "Hurry up, why is such a big snow here today." As he spoke, he said, "Give me a seat, serve tea." ”

As the emperor's words fell, a little chamberlain immediately stepped forward, helped Han Chaoen, and led him to the seat given by the emperor, and another chamberlain came up with hot tea.

"The plum blossom silver snow that people boiled early this morning, you can taste it. The emperor said, while holding the teacup in front of him, enjoying it, and taking a sip.

As soon as Han Chaoen sat down, he got up again to thank him, with a respectful gesture.

Over the years, no matter how Han Chaoen has won his attention, this rule has never been messed up, although sometimes he feels that it is too cumbersome and polite, but he can only let him.

The emperor didn't know what to do, the chief chamberlain standing behind him, after Fang Cai's heart set off a huge wave, looked at Han Chaoen at this moment, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that his movements were extremely awkward.

But what is awkward, for a moment and a half, but I can't say.