Northern Qin Imperial Palace, Qinzheng Palace.

A cool breeze enters through the window, bringing coolness to the early summer afternoon.

Zhao Hao put down the red pen, closed the sparse submission that had just been reviewed, and got up and walked to the window. The sky was dark, and the sky, which had been clear not long ago, suddenly gathered many dark clouds, and even those who did not understand the celestial phenomena could see that this was a sign of the coming storm.

Now it has entered the summer, it is the time when there is a lot of rain, every afternoon, the wind and clouds will inevitably change color, after the wind and rain, it is clear, the clouds break the sky, the blue sky is like washing, and it is extraordinarily clear. That was Zhao Hao's favorite scenery when he was young.

Since he killed Shen Bikong three years ago, he has never looked up at the clear blue sky above his head, and only when the dark clouds are in the sky, he will look up at the sky.

The sky was overcast, just like his mood, and it didn't shine half a minute of light.

Click!

The moment an electric snake swam through the clouds and illuminated the heavens and the earth, the sound of explosion and thunder was deafening, the earth trembled, and the entire Qinzheng Hall seemed to tremble, Zhao Hao subconsciously took a step back, and then stood firmly.

The cool breeze came through the window again, this time, wrapped in thick moisture, it pounced on Zhao Hao's head and face, and that feeling was like a wet hand, caressing his cheeks, and like a warm lip, kissing his eyebrows and eyes.

Almost irrepressibly, he thought of Shen Bikong again, the person who had supported him since he was a weak and ignorant teenager, and helped him all the way to this supreme place.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

It was as if something was blocked in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe. The waiter standing on the side hurriedly handed over a cup of hot and cold medicinal soup.

"Your Majesty, you have been in a lot of anger these days, drink a bowl of hot soup to moisten it."

The chamberlain is very young, his face is only eighteen or nineteen years old at most, but he has served by Zhao Hao's side for seven or eight years, his real surname is Qiu, his name is given by Zhao Hao, called Cangye, and the palace is respected by the night father-in-law. When Zhao Hao was in the Qinzheng Hall to approve the sparse submission, he didn't like many people, only Qiu Cangye and another inner servant Xia Min could serve inside, and the two of them were on duty, and there was rarely a time to meet each other.

Zhao Hao didn't raise his eyes, took the soup bowl and poured it all in one go, his movements were not elegant enough, but he was comfortable, and he naturally revealed the wild and unrestrained nature of being an emperor.

Qiu Cangye caught the soup bowl thrown away by Zhao Hao, and quietly wanted to retreat into the shadows, but Zhao Hao pinched his chin casually and lifted his face.

The facial features of the night father-in-law are very good, with thin eyebrows and long eyes, there is a kind of exquisite beauty, his current age, it is the time to change from a teenager to a man, his face has not faded with a youthful atmosphere, and he has the vigor of youth, but after all, he is an internal servant, too smooth and fair skin, and is accustomed to low eyebrows and lowered eyes, which makes his temperament appear humble and feminine.

As if he had a premonition of what was going to happen, Qiu Cangye closed his usual low-hanging eyebrows, as supple as a lamb to the slaughter, and his whole body was filled with a helpless and weak aura, as if begging for mercy, but it could cause tyranny in people's hearts.

Zhao Hao's fingertips crossed his lips, and the warm and soft touch made a fire suddenly rise in his body. With a hook of his arm, he dragged Qiu Cangye to the front of the imperial case, and with the other hand, he swept his sleeve, and those sparse submissions, whether they had been reviewed or not, were all scattered on the ground.

Qiu Cangye was dragged and staggered a few steps, and before he could stand firmly, he was pressed on the royal case, his chin rested on the hard table, and it hurt raw, he endured the pain he blurted out, turned it into a forbearant pump, and even tried to support his body, and loosened his belt without a trace. The next moment, as soon as his body was cold, the robe of the inner servant was torn off, and then the underwear and underwear were torn off, and he was stripped like a little lamb with a faded hair, and his snow-white and smooth skin was lined with a dark purple and almost black imperial case, as if it could reflect a halo.

Outside the hall, the sound of rain was loud, accompanied by strong wind and thunder, bringing the entire Northern Qin Imperial City into a shaking, and the ambiguous moaning and wheezing in the hall gradually annihilated it.

The rain in the summer afternoon came and stopped quickly, and the clouds and rain stopped almost at the same time inside and outside the Qinzheng Palace, when Zhao Hao got up from Qiu Cangye's body with a slight breath, a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, and the window shot under his feet, bright and dazzling.

Qiu Cangye didn't care about the discomfort on his body, knelt naked and sorted out the clothes on his lower body for Zhao Hao, and then grabbed his clothes one by one and put them on his body. After putting on his clothes, he walked to the door of the palace, and whispered to the waiter standing outside the hall to bring a basin of water.

"You go down and rest, and call Xia Min to come." Zhao Hao didn't raise his eyes, and his voice was cold.

Qiu Cangye paused and said softly: "The slave is not tired." ”

"Go down!"

The little blush on Qiu Cangye's cheeks faded in an instant, and he lowered his head slightly aggrieved, and withdrew lightly from the Qinzheng Palace.

Xia Min came a little late, it wasn't his time on duty, he was called over temporarily, so he was naturally slow. As soon as he entered the Qinzheng Palace, he smelled the smell of the aftermath in the air, and his face, which had always been cold and waveless, became more and more wooden, and he walked silently to the plum blossom high side in the corner, and added a handful of incense powder to the Boshan furnace on the table, and the pure smell of ambergris gradually emanated under the smoke of the incense charcoal, dispelling those uncomfortable smells.

"Tea."

Zhao Hao's voice sounded, and it was extremely cold in the empty hall.

Xia Min turned around and walked out of the hall, and boiled hot water under the porch. There is a red clay stove under the corridor, which is obviously commonly used, and a urn of clear liquid next to it is the dew collected by the palace people from the lotus leaves in the early morning, and there is a faint fragrance of lotus.

Just when the lotus dew was first boiling, a chamberlain hurriedly rushed to the door of the palace, but at a glance he saw Xia Min boiling water under the corridor, his footsteps immediately turned, leaned over and whispered in Xia Min's ear: "Commander Liu asked to see His Majesty outside the palace, looking at his face, I'm afraid it's not a good thing." ”

Xia Min's expression was still wooden, and he waited slowly for the water to roll to the second boil, Fang took the silver kettle, went to the hall, moistened the cup and washed the cup, poured the first two brews of tea, held the third brew of tea with the best taste, and presented the imperial case.

His voice is not as clear and beautiful as Qiu Cangye's, but it has a mesmerizing magnetism.

Zhao Hao paused, and after a while, said, "Xuan." ”

Liu Hui came quickly, almost with a quick gasp and rushed into the Qinzheng Palace, and before he could speak, Zhao Hao's face had already sunk. It is definitely not a bad thing to make the commander of the Thousand Scale Guard show such an anxious and embarrassed appearance, but a hundred thousand bad things.

"Your Majesty, Chu State...... Fuchun Villa was copied by Dongzhen Fusi. ”

Syllable! The Zhu pen was broken into two between his fingers, and Zhao Hao's face was unprecedentedly ugly.

Xia Min lowered his head, but his cold and wooden face was a touch of sadness, and it was strangely mixed with a bit of happiness.