In the Prime Minister's Mansion in the middle of the night, Qingqiu was sick and slept in the bedroom where Zhushihai and Bu Yangchen once slept deeply.

"My lord, my lord, the prime minister?" Zhao San, who was also still in a daze, woke him up, and Qingqiu was sick and half opened his eyes. "Master, Lord Qingqiu is polite to visit. ”

"My cousin is really going to pick the opportunity," Qingqiu calmly told the trembling Zhao San, whose servant and coachman must have thought that waking him up in the middle of the night would be reprimanded. "Take him to the study and tell him that I'll come down right away. ”

Judging by the sky outside the window, it should have been past midnight. Could it be that Qingqiu Youli thought that I would be confused and slow to react at this time? No, Qingqiu Youli doesn't know how to use his brain at all, this must be Qingqiu Yourong's idea. It's a pity that the old lady is going to be disappointed.

He took his work to bed every night and worked until the wee hours of the morning—in the flickering candlelight, scrutinizing Halder's secret reports and checking Bai Jingting's account books until his eyes ached and his handwriting was blurred.

He wet his face with the warm water from the basin next to the bed, and squatted unhurriedly in the toilet, the night air making his bare skin a little cold.

Qingqiu is sixteen years old, and he is the youngest son of his uncle Qingqiu Yuli, and he has never been impatient, just let him wait, he will become more and more anxious. Aooka emptied his bowels, put on a nightgown, and rubbed his thinning flaxen hair with his fingers to make it look like he had just woken up.

Aooka Yuri paced in front of the burnt fireplace, dressed in a red velvet twill tunic with black silk sleeves, and wore a jeweled dagger with a gold-plated scabbard. "Cousin!" Qingqiu greeted him sickly, "you are really a rare guest. What do you have to do?"

"Her Majesty the Queen Mother Regent ordered me to come and ask you to release the national teacher Wen Shanhe immediately. Qingqiu Youli took out a scarlet ribbon, and the gold wax was pressed with the queen mother's seal of Qingqiu. "This is His Majesty's power of attorney. ”

"I see," Qingqiu waved his hand to take away. "Alas, my sister has just recovered from a serious illness, and I sincerely hope that she will not overwork. It would be a pity if the disease recurred. ”

"Her Majesty the Queen Mother has recovered," Qingqiu said briefly.

"Wonderful," even though it's not my favorite tune. I should have taken an extra dose in the first place. Qingqiu was sick and hoped that he would not be interfered with by Qingqiu Yourong for a few more days, but he was not surprised that she quickly recovered her health. After all, she is Qingqiu Youyong's twin sister. He smiled pleasantly. "Zhao San, make a fire for us, it's too cold here. How about a drink with me, my cousin? ”

"I don't need to sleep," said Aooka Youli, "I'm here to give the order on behalf of Your Majesty, not to drink with you, half-human." ”

Yo, the title of Iron Guard has made this kid unscrupulous, Qingqiu is sick and thinking - and he plays a pathetic role in the murder of Huangfu Xiong's illegitimate son.

"Drinking too much alcohol naturally hurts your body. He smiled as he poured his wine, "As for the national teacher of Wenshanhe...... If my dear sister cared so much about him, it seemed that she should have come in person, but she sent you. How do I understand that?"

"Whatever you want to understand, I just want you to release the people! The national teacher is a staunch ally of the Queen Mother Regent, and is under her protection. A sneer appeared on the kid's lips, as if he was very proud. Presumably, this set is all learned from Qingqiu. "Your Majesty will not allow such atrocities to occur. She wants me to remind you that she is the regent of the Emperor. ”

"And I'm the prime minister of Huang Fuzhang. ”

"The former Prime Minister is devoted to his service," the young guard told him lightly, "and the Queen Regent is in charge of state affairs until the king comes of age." ”

"Maybe you should write this down so I don't remember. The fire crackled merrily. "You can go down, Zhao San," Qingqiu told his servant about illness. After Zhao San left, he turned around to face Qingqiu Youli. "What else?"

"Yes. Your Majesty has ordered me to inform you that Bai Liming, the Qing of Dali Temple, has openly disobeyed His Majesty's decree. ”

It seems that her sister Qingqiu Yourong had already ordered Baili Ming to release Wen Shanhe, but she was categorically refused. "I see. ”

Her Majesty the Queen Mother insisted that the man be removed and arrested for treason. I warn you—"

Aogaoka was sick and put the wine glass aside. "Don't warn me, boy. ”

"Qingqiu is sick!" Qingqiu said politely and firmly. He touched the sword, perhaps to remind Qingqiu that he was sick and that he also had a weapon. "Be careful when you talk to me, ugly ghost. He undoubtedly wanted to threaten, but the ridiculous mustache ruined the effect.

"Oh, the sword is a dangerous thing, put it down. Don't you know that if I make a sound, the black stone will rush in and dismantle you? He kills people with an axe, not a wine bag. ”

Qingqiu Youli's face flushed, was he stupid enough to think that his actions in Huangfuxiong's death were unaware? "I'm an iron guard—"

"I understand. Then tell me—did my sister make you an iron guard before she slept with you or after she went to bed?"

Qingqiu Youli's blue eyes flashed with a glance that confessed everything. It seems that what Halder said is true. Well, no one can accuse the old lady of not loving her family. "Why, don't you warn me, Lord Guard. ”

"You must retract these nasty charges, or else—"

"Please, have you ever wondered what you would do if I told His Majesty that you had murdered his father in order to sleep with his mother?"

"That's not the truth!" Aooka protested in horror.

"No, what is the truth?"

"I am just acting on orders, from the day I became the king's iron guard, your father, Lord Qingqiu Lingli, wants me to obey the instructions of the Queen Mother. ”

"Including sleeping with her?" Look at him, he is not very tall, he is not in good shape, and besides, his hair is not blonde, but sandy brown, or ...... Even the clumsy stand-in of his brother Qingqiu Youyong has also raced over the empty bed. "I don't think so. ”

"I'm not taking the initiative...... I'm just on orders...... I ......"

“...... Hate all this, do you want me to believe this?The high position of the court, the identity of the Iron Guard, my sister's open legs for you at night, oh yes, all this is too bad for you. Qingqiu was sick and his hands were paralyzed and he stood up. "Wait here. Wait for His Majesty the King to decide for himself. ”

Aogaoka's polite arrogance swept away, and the young guard knelt down like a frightened child. "Be merciful, my lord, and beg you. ”

"Save it, let Huang Fuzhang say these words. He likes to listen to other people's pleadings and pleadings more than anything else. ”

"My lord, these are what you said about Sister Ling...... Her Majesty's order from the Queen Mother, but Her Majesty the King ...... He will never understand ......"

"Do you want me to hide it for you in front of the emperor?"

"For my father's sake, your second uncle, I will leave the capital at once and pretend nothing has happened! I swear, I will make it ...... done."

Qingqiu watched all this happily with illness, and it was really difficult to hold back laughter. "I don't think so. ”

This time it was the boy's turn to be confused. "Your Excellency?"

"That's right. Didn't my father want you to obey her? Very well, then do it, stay with her, keep her trust, and be there for her needs. No one will know what happened before...... As long as you're loyal to me. In return, I wanted to know what my old lady was doing, where she went, who she met, what she talked about, and what her plans were...... You've got to tell me everything, okay?"

"Yes, sir. Qingqiu Youli did not hesitate, Qingqiu was very satisfied with his answer when he was sick. "I will. I swear. I will do what you say. ”

"Get up. Qingqiu was sick and poured a full glass of wine for him. "Cheers to our consensus! I promise I won't believe the gossip. Qingqiu politely raised his glass and drank, although his movements were a little stiff.

"Be happy, cousin, my sister is a great beauty, and everything you do is for the country, and it is a good thing for the country and yourself. What is the title of Iron Guard? If you are smarter, I will one day get a Hou Ye for you. Qingqiu was sick and shook the wine in his glass. "All in all, we're going to have to make my old lady trust you completely. Go back and tell her that I begged her for forgiveness. Tell her that I am shocked and frightened by your visit. I don't want any conflict between us, and from now on, I won't act rashly without her consent. ”

"Yes...... She asked for ......"

"I will give Wen Shanhe back to her. ”

"Really?" Aooka Youli looked surprised.

Qingqiu smiled sickly and said, "I'll release him tomorrow." Although I can't say "unscathed", I can assure you that he is okay, but his energy is a little lacking. After all, the Black Prison was not a place of leisure for a man of his age. Whether the Queen Mother wants to keep him as a pet or send him to a place of exile, I don't care, I just can't ask him to stay in the Imperial Court. ”

"Where's Lady Bailiming?"

"Tell my sister that you believe it will take a little more time to win him over. This should be perfunctory for a while. ”

"Yes. Qingqiu politely finished drinking his wine.

"One last thing. King Hoang Fu Hung is dead, and it would be embarrassing if his grieving widow suddenly became pregnant with a child and her belly grew bigger. ”

"My lord, I ...... We...... The Queen Mother forbade me to ......" his ears swelled into a red monkey buttocks. "I'm all cumming on her stomach, sir. ”

"Believe it's a lovely belly. You can moisturize it however you like...... But don't make a mistake, I don't want to have more nephews, you know?"

Tiewei Qingqiu bowed stiffly and turned to leave.

Qingqiu was sick and felt sorry for this kid for a while.

Another fool, another weakling, but my sister and I were so cruel to him like this.

Fortunately, God has eyes and gave Uncle Qingqiu Yuli three sons, and this one probably won't survive this year.

If Qingqiu Yourong finds out that he betrayed her, he will definitely get rid of him, even if the Bodhisattva is merciful, she has been unaware, then when Qingqiu Youyong returns to the City of Light, he will still have to die.

The only difference is: whether he died under the jealousy of Qingqiu Youyong, or was killed by Qingqiu Yourong in case his brother Youyong found out. Qingqiu was sick and bet on his sister's side.

Qingqiu felt very uneasy when he was sick, and he knew very well that he would not be able to sleep tonight. At least I can't sleep here. He found the sleeping Zhao San on the chair outside the room, and shook the other party's shoulder: "Summons Long Wu, and then run to the stable below and saddle the two horses." ”

Zhao San's eyes were full of sleep. "Horses?"

"It's the big brown ones that love to eat grass, with four long legs and a tail, I'm sure you've seen them. Remember, look for Ryugo first. ”

The mercenary appears immediately. "See your eyebrows aren't on fire?" Ryugo asked, yawning.

"You should dress more, it's cold at night. ”

"We're going out?"

"Are all mercenaries as smart as you?"

The streets of the city are very dangerous, but with Long Wu by his side, Qingqiu is quite relieved that he is sick.

They passed through the guards, out of the side gate of the north wall, and rode along Nightshadow Alley to the foot of the Moyi High Hill, and then through Cotton Alley, lined with closed doors and windows and towering wooden and stone buildings, which protruded from each other, close together, almost like kissing.

The moon followed them all the way, playing hide and seek with them among the chimneys. But they didn't meet anyone, except for a lone old woman who carried the tail of a dead cat. She gave them a horrified look, then slipped into the shadows without saying a word, as if afraid that they would steal her dinner.

Qingqiu is ill and recalls the previous two prime ministers, who were clearly ill-prepared for their sister's intrigues. It's natural, their kind of people...... Too upright, too noble, unwilling to deceive, Qingqiu Yourong devours such fools every day.

If you want to deal with your sister, the only way is to treat her in the way of others, and this kind of practice is disdainful of Lord Bu Yangchen and Lord Zhushihai.

So they went to the grave or fled to the penal colony.

And he Qingqiu is sick but has a good life. His stunted legs might have made him the laughing stock of harvest feasts, but he was familiar with it.

It was the second half of the night, and the green house was still full of guests. The old bustard greeted them happily and led them into the lobby.

Long Wu went upstairs with a black-eyed girl from Yaxia, but the top brand Huo Wu'er happened to have a guest and couldn't pull away. "She must be glad to know that you are here," said the old bustard, "and please wait a moment, my lord, and I will go and prepare the turret room for you." Would you like a glass of wine first?"

"Okay," he said.

Compared to the fine Qingting Island wine that I usually taste, this wine is very poor. "I beg your pardon, my lord," said the old bustard, "and I have not been able to buy good wine lately, no matter what price I offer." ”

"I know you're not alone. ”

The old bustard sighed with him for a while, and then took his leave and left. What a stylish woman, Qingqiu was sick and thought while watching her walk away, few Qinglou women can be so elegant and noble. She must have thought of herself as some kind of priestess. Maybe the secret lies here: it doesn't matter what we do, it's what we do. The thought was a little reassuring to him.

A few of the benefactors squinted at him. The last time he ventured out, someone spat on him...... Heh, it should be said that he tried to spit on him, but he ended up spitting on Long Wu. In the future, you will have to spit with a toothless mouth.

"My lord, do you think you lack love?" Shui Dancer slipped quietly onto his lap and bit his ear. "I'm the best at treating this disease. ”

Qingqiu smiled and shook his head, "Honey, you are indescribably beautiful, but I'm afraid I'm addicted to Fire Dance's therapy." ”

"That's because you've never tried me. Adults choose fire dance every time. She's great, but I'm even better, don't you want to try it?"

"Perhaps...... Next time. "Qingqiu is sick, I believe she is an energetic little thing in her arms. She has waist-length thick red hair and an elastic body. But he had Fire Dancer, and she was waiting for him in the house.

She giggled, reached between his legs, and pinched him through his pants. "I don't think it can wait for next time," she declared, "and it wants to count my teeth." ”

"Water Dancer. Huo Wu'er stood at the door, her snow-white skin covered with a thin and transparent green silk coat, and she said calmly, "Your Excellency is here to find me." ”

Qingqiu was sick and gently broke free from the girl and stood up. Dancing Water didn't seem to mind, "Remember next time," she reminded him, leisurely putting a finger in her mouth and sucking.

The white-skinned girl led him up the stairs: "Poor Shui Wu'er, if she can't let the adults choose her within two weeks, she will have to lose the Black Pearl to Feng Wu'er." ”

Feng Wu'er is a quiet, fair-skinned, and delicate girl, and Qingqiu has paid attention to her once or twice when she is sick. Green eyes, porcelain-like fine skin, and long, straight silver hair, although cute, are somewhat serious. "I don't want this poor boy to lose Baby Pearl because of me. ”

"So take her upstairs next time?"

"Maybe. ”

She smiled, "I don't think you will, sir." ”

She was right, Qingqiu was sick and thought, I won't. Although Huo Wu'er is only a girl in a green house, I will still be loyal to her in my own way.

When he arrived at the corner tower room, when he opened the wardrobe door, he suddenly asked Huo Wu'er curiously, "What are you going to do after I leave?"

Hearing this, she stretched her waist like a pampered black cat. "Sleep. My lord, since your visit, I have rested a lot. Feng Wu'er recently taught us to read, maybe I can read a book to pass the time after a while. ”

"It's good to sleep," he said, "and it's better to read." Then he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and went straight down the shaft, through the tunnel.

He took off his coat on the floor, climbed into bed, gently pulled her legs apart, and kissed between the strands. Fire Dancer muttered. He kissed her again, licking her sweet private place, and kept licking until his beard and her forest were wet. She shuddered and let out a low moan, and he climbed up and into her body, almost instantly.

She opened her eyes, smiled and tapped him on the head, and whispered, "You are truly invincible, my lord." ”

Qingqiu was sick and bit her small, firm purple grapes, and rested his head on her shoulder. He hadn't pulled it out of her, and he hoped he never did. "I'm going to be brave and invincible," he assured her.

It's true, all of this is true, he thought to himself, war, intrigue, magnificent and bloody games, and me at the center of it all...... I, a cripple, a monster, an object of their contempt and ridicule, with my innate ability, have mastered all ...... Power, capital, women.

Buddha bless, I enjoy it all......