He Weiwen stretched out his tongue and licked her lips, straightened up and smashed his lips twice with an aftertaste expression, his eyebrows and eyes were full of gentle smiles, and he took out a jade bracelet from his clothes.

The best texture is crystal clear in the dim light of the night.

Resting on the cabinet at the head of her bed, with a crisp sound, He Weiwen bent his fingers and tapped her head twice, "You have the final say in this courtyard in the future." ”

Glancing at the bracelet on the cabinet, "If you dare to smash this......" narrowed his eyes, his eyes were full of dangerous fierce light, "Lord peeled your skin." ”

Qing Ruo snorted at him twice, wiped the place on his lips that he had just licked with the back of his hand, and stretched out his foot to kick him, "I have the final say in this yard, you get out now." ”

Savage and unreasonable simplicity.

He Weiwen took a solid kick from her, her footprints were printed on the light-colored robe, he looked down at her carefully, his teeth grinded against each other, forget it, what do she expect from her if she is so stupid.

Originally, the guards guarding outside the courtyard had all become the people arranged by He Weiwen, and the entire courtyard was more guarded than before, and the aura was terrifyingly heavy.

However, what He Weiwen said still counts, if this courtyard is clear, she can go in and out if she wants to, but the rest of the Hu family has to get her consent to enter the courtyard.

The emperor's wedding was originally arranged carefully and grandly, but in the end, I don't know if there was a problem with the treasury or the little emperor was dissatisfied with this marriage, so it became simple and simple.

Recently, there have been bandits in the Buddhist temple area on the outskirts of Beijing, and the bandits are cunning, and the officers and men have encircled and suppressed them several times but have not been caught.

There is no ten-mile red makeup, and there is no continuous greeting procession.

The dowry looks a little shabby.

Qingruo was pulled up and dressed up by the palace early in the morning, and the wedding dress was sent two days ago, and the heavy wedding dress was pressed on her, she tightened a small face, and the Xi Mama didn't talk much, as if she was just completing a process, not saying auspicious words, otherwise she laughed, or she cried.

A password, an action, a bright red boudoir is like a workshop assembly line, not like a festive marriage.

The emperor did not come out of the palace to greet him in person, Qingruo was carried from the boudoir to the door of the Hu Mansion by Hu Qingcheng, and there were many officials who congratulated him, and everyone was dressed happily and with a smile on his face, which made the Hu family look gloomy.

The brother and sister didn't say a word along the way, Hu Qingcheng was wearing iron armor inside, separated by a thin layer of clothing outside, and his whole body hurt, lying on his back and panting.

When he was about to get into the sedan chair, Hu Qingcheng pursed his lips and explained, "Don't step out of the new house if there is any noise outside tonight, do you hear it." ”

Qingruo snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The disdain in her tone was not hidden at all, Hu Qingcheng's eyes were gloomy, and she opened her mouth and finally let her get into the sedan chair without saying a word.

Gongs and drums were beaten all the way, and the welcoming procession was in the middle, surrounded by imposing escorts with swords hanging from their waists.

Look at the lively people hiding far away.

There was no noise around, only the sound of the iron cavalry of the escort and the music of the welcoming procession.

Qingruo got up early in the morning and didn't eat anything, tossed all day, the new house was well furnished, but it was not according to the emperor's specifications, Qingruo lifted his head and looked at it twice, and he was not interested.

There were no auspicious fruits such as peanuts on the table, it was full of pastries, and there was a plate of fruits, grapes, apples, oranges, and strawberries. The placement is chic and good-looking.

The pastries were all delicately made, and the contents of this table were obviously more painstakingly prepared than the whole new house.

Qingruo hooked her lips, sat at the table and ate leisurely, thinking that the little emperor should not have a chance to enter the cave room tonight.

The crown of hair on the head was heavy and cumbersome, and the maids and grandmothers were waiting outside the house, and Qingruo took the things on her head while eating and put them on the side of the table.

After eating and drinking, I took off my coat and went straight to bed.

I don't know how long it took for Qing Ruo to be woken up by the violent noise, the voices outside were boiling, mixed with the sound of cold weapons colliding and screaming, and there were faint people shouting slogans like rebellious ministers and thieves.

It was very noisy outside, Qingruo slept in a daze, turned over, pulled up the quilt and covered her head and continued to sleep.

He Weiwen came with a body full of wind and dust mixed with blood on his clothes.

He was wearing dark blue clothes today, and the blood stains covered almost the entire coat, and the color of his clothes could not be seen without careful identification.

As soon as the guards guarding outside the new house saw him, they knelt down and greeted him, "General." ”

The maid and the grandmother knelt on the side tremblingly and huddled together, and they could hear the fight outside more clearly than Qingruo in the house.

Now He Weiwen is here......

"Get up." As He Weiwen spoke, he directly crossed a group of kneeling people to the door of the new house.

The outstretched hand stopped at the door, and the room was lit with a warm light, and the incense in the room faintly came from the cracks.

It looks peaceful and gentle, like two worlds from the bloody mess outside.

He Weiwen's fingertips trembled, and finally pushed the door open.

There was a huge round table, he ordered people to make food, it looked like it had been eaten, her phoenix crown was placed in the corner of the table, the used chopsticks were placed on the empty bowl, all the grapes in the fruit plate were eaten, and the oranges were not touched much.

He Weiwen turned around and closed the door gently, turned his head to look carefully at the room, raised his feet to leave, looked down at his clothes again, took off his coat full of learning, and threw it on the ground.

There was also a lot of blood on his hands, so he walked to the table and poured water from the kettle on it, washed it casually, and wiped it directly on the tablecloth.

Looks like she's asleep.

The bed curtain was not lowered, and on the bright red bed, she could only see her black hair sprinkled in front of her, soft and black.

He Weiwen showed a little tenderness in his heart, his steps were light and firm, and he walked to the side of the bed and bent down to look at her.

I really fell asleep, and the makeup on my face hadn't been washed yet, so I should have eaten and slept together, and now my little face was a little messy.

He Weiwen raised his hand and touched her hair, bent down and kissed her face gently.

Sleeping soundly, she didn't feel anything when he leaned over like this.

He Weiwen sighed softly, leaned over and stretched out his arms to wrap around her, and kissed her forehead again.

He got up and blew out the candles in the house, picked up the clothes at the door and left.

When he went out, he lowered his voice and explained to the guards, "Guarded." ”

turned to see the trembling maid and grandmother, "Do you know how to serve the queen well?" ”

"Know, know ......"

There were already attendants waiting with him at the door, and his coat was placed on the tray in his hand, He Weiwen changed into a new coat, and walked towards the Qianqing Palace with the attendants, "Have all the imperial doctors arrived?" ”

"To the general." The attendant pursed his lips and said, "It seems that His Majesty is a little stimulated, and now his feelings are a little unstable." ”

He Weiwen stopped and glanced at him with fluttering eyes.

The attendant broke out in a cold sweat, knelt down directly, and his knees hit the ground with a loud sound, "The general spares his life." ”

He Weiwen tugged at the corners of his mouth and left without saying anything, and the other attendants immediately followed, but this time everyone ignored the title of majesty.

When He Weiwen arrived, there were all people kneeling outside, the door of the room was closed, the imperial doctor was kneeling at the door, and inside was the sound of smashing things and a violent roar.

The eunuch shouted General He in a shrill voice, and all the people kneeling in the room turned back, all their expressions and movements were in place, and they gave him a big salute, although they had General He in their mouths, it was completely like shouting His Majesty.

The sound of smashing things in the house stopped, and He Weiwen changed into a light-colored coat, his temperament was as warm as jade, and the smell of blood on his body made him look like a lotus Buddha coming out of hell.

"It's not too early, let's go back and rest first, and discuss the specific situation with you tomorrow morning."

Deliberation is really a polite word.

The ministers of the court who knelt all over the ground withdrew, and the imperial doctors were still kneeling at the door waiting for He Weiwen to speak, and He Weiwen waved his hand to let them go back.

He pushed the door, but it was locked, not pushed.

He Weiwen took two steps back, and the attendant who followed him directly raised his sword and slashed, and the door panel was scrapped in two strokes.

The emperor in his wedding dress sat in a mess, he smashed a lot of things, and his clothes were messy and cut.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up and saw He Weiwen pacing warmly, the expression on his face seemed to be happy and sad, too many expressions mixed with his immature cheeks flashed, and finally tears fell down and he became expressionless.

"Why?" He opened his mouth to ask He Weiwen, his voice hoarse.

The three princes and the five princes tried to usurp the throne before and were □□ in the prison for life, this time they wanted to take the opportunity to assassinate the emperor by taking advantage of the emperor's wedding, and the bandits on the Buddhist temple on the outskirts of Beijing were deliberately set up by them to lure Wei Wen over.

The three princes and the five princes had the mentality of being dead this time, and the palace guards were unprepared. He Weiwen received the news and rushed back in time to save the driver, but although the emperor did not worry about his life, he was missing two fingers in the assassination.

He had just done a simple bandage, and now, the piece of his hand was dripping with blood.

He Weiwen sighed, and the attendant carrying the ointment and gauze behind him stepped forward and knelt beside the emperor, "Your Majesty, the servant will bandage you." ”

"Majesty?" The young emperor asked rhetorically and mocked, since ancient times, people with physical defects are not qualified to be emperors, let alone such an obvious part, two fingers.

The attendant took his hand, he didn't resist, just stubbornly tilted his head and looked at He Weiwen, "This qiē was all planned by you, right?" You want to be emperor, don't you? ”

He Weiwen chuckled and shook his head, and sat down on the chair on the side, "I once thought." ”

The Emperor broke down and laughed, "Sure enough! Ha ha! With such a capable and loyal courtier as General Ariga ...... "The emperor has begun to go crazy.

He Weiwen took the teacup handed over by the next person, lifted the lid of the cup and gently flicked the tea twice, and his tone was a little puzzled, "The minister is very curious, Your Majesty thinks, why should the minister be loyal to you?" ”

The young emperor replied reflexively, "The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die, and it is natural for you to die for me." ”

"Tsk." He Weiwen took two sips of tea and said with a smile in his tone, "Your Majesty is right. He said this with sincerity, the young emperor had experienced too many blows today, and his spirit had already collapsed, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood splashed on his face, "He Weiwen!" You are a rebel and thief, you must not die well! ”

The attendant helped him bandage his hands, stood up and saluted Wei Wen and waited for orders.

He Weiwen took two more sips of tea, and his posture was idle, "Rebellious ministers and thieves? If it weren't for the minister, His Majesty's body might have melted his bones. ”

"You're going to usurp the throne!!" The emperor broke down and screamed, grabbed the debris in his hand and threw it at He Weiwen's side, ignoring his own hands, he was already numb from pain.

He Weiwen turned his head to dodge, his eyes were cold, and his voice was still as gentle as ever, "Tsk, do you really want your old Qin family to become extinct?" ”

The emperor's body froze, and He Weiwen's gaze swept between his legs, intentionally or unintentionally.

The emperor who collapsed was cold, it turned out that he had never doubted He Weiwen, but now, he was twelve years old for the first time, and now it has been two years, so many women in the palace, none of them are pregnant, it turns out that he is still young, now think about it, He Weiwen!

The emperor bared his teeth and cracked his eyes, pinching a large fragment, wanting to rush over and die with He Weiwen. But in the end, he did nothing, let go of the fragments in his hand, and lowered his head. He can't die, the Qin family, he wants to continue the bloodline of the Qin family.

He Weiwen tugged at the corners of his mouth and snorted softly.

This cowardly character was not raised by him, if the emperor was a little bloody, at least he would be able to afford him two points.

I really don't know how the first emperor raised the prince, from the first time he saw it, this emperor is a picture of self-comforting temperament.

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The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die?

Scold.

It also depends on whether that gentleman can make me willing.

- [Black Box]