Chapter 157: Didn't Your Majesty Taste the Sweetness?

A prison has long been waiting for a basin of water.

Xiao Nanzhu inserted his hand into the water and washed away the blood on his hand that made him gag.

Wang Tangwu closed the door behind him and locked it tightly.

Xiao Nanzhu took the white handkerchief and carefully wiped the water on his hands before slowly speaking, "Executed, cut in half." ”

Wang Tangwu wiped his sweat: "Yes, my lord."

When Xiao Nanzhu went out, it was raining outside.

The young man was in a good mood and did not take the carriage, but slowly walked back with an oil-paper umbrella.

When I got home, the hem of my robe and shoes were half-soaked from the rain.

Standing at the door of Wuhou Mansion, Xiao Nanzhu's eyebrows and eyes were moist, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little more evil, looking at this sudden rain, his hand slowly turned the handle of the umbrella.

The raindrops on the umbrella swayed out with the rotation of the umbrella and splashed onto the wall.

and just now, he is like two people.

The Imperial Study.

Today's recital has been delivered.

The night ink is cold, and he comes to the imperial study as always.

But His Majesty sat behind the table, closed his eyes and began to move.

Li Huan stood at the door, peeking at Ye Mohan.

I don't understand what His Majesty's current state is.

In the past, I didn't see His Majesty distracted at every turn.

This situation seems to have appeared after Concubine Xiao returned from Kunluan Palace.

Li Huan couldn't figure it out.

He has followed His Majesty since he was a child, and he has given birth to four or five children in other princes, but His Majesty does not even have a wife and concubine, and he is not interested in having sex.

Li Huan has always thought that this is just a matter of time, and when His Majesty really tastes the sweetness one day, he will definitely open his mind.

And the sweetness that Li Huan thinks is that His Majesty took the initiative to kiss Concubine Xiao that night.

Just when Li Huan thought that His Majesty would summon Concubine Xiao to sleep, His Majesty did not do so.

Didn't even go to the harem.

It's just that I'm distracted at every turn.

Gonggong Li walked in cautiously and said softly tentatively, "If Your Majesty is free today, why don't you go to the harem?" Your Majesty hasn't been in the harem for several days, and the ladies must be thinking about it......"

Ye Mohan closed his eyes, his mind was full of the girl's aggrieved cry that night, and he opened his eyes coldly when he heard the words.

Gonggong Li shrunk his neck, not daring to speak.

Yemo said coldly, "Grind." ”

Ye Mohan began to review the folds on the table.

After grinding the ink, Gonggong Li cautiously stepped aside, during which he did not forget to peek at Ye Mohan.

I saw Ye Mohan's brows furrowed deeply, and there was irrepressible irritability in his cold eyes.

He flipped through the fold, and I didn't know what he saw, and his bony hand held a brush and clicked on it irritably, and threw it aside.

I flipped it open and clicked it.

I flipped it open and clicked it again.

Flip over, flip open, flip open, flip again......

Ye Mohan nodded fiercely again, and his eyebrows were full of anger.

Sure enough, in the next second, Ye Mohan fiercely threw the fold in his hand to the ground.

"Rubbish, it's all rubbish! Oh, this can't be handled well, and it seems that they don't want their own heads anymore! ”

Gonggong Li's neck shrank in fright.

Ye Mohan stood in place, his face full of anger and coldness.

Gonggong Li hesitated for a second, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the fold on the ground.

I saw that on the side that was spread out on the fold, the word 'month' marked with the time position was dotted with ink.

Father-in-law Li paused slightly, hurriedly picked up the fold, and quickly glanced at it twice.

It was found that this was a recital played by officials in the disaster relief area this year, which expressed the success of the disaster relief and the gratitude of the victims.

Isn't that a good thing?

"Rubbish, it's all a bunch of rubbish!"