The emperor is above, the emperor is below

In Yuanyan's second year of Kaiyuan, great heroes celebrate with the heavens, and the new emperor ascends the throne. He is the nine sons of the former emperor.He wears a bright yellow dragon robe and sits on a golden dragon chair.

All the civil and military officials of the dynasty knelt down and worshiped him, the mighty sound resounded throughout the hall, the pavements were all red, and a man led the mighty shouts in order.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Han Xin waved his hands in every possible way, signaling to be flat, but he was no longer in the center of the court. In other words, he was just a puppet emperor in the overall situation, and he dismissed this position at all.It's just that the man next to him who is the prime minister has been rambling on for a long time, which is the voice of a certain eunuch with a sharp voice: "There is something to play, and there is nothing to leave the court."

Han Xin just pretended to be an alarmist stone statue, just sit obediently, and hand over the rest to the prime minister who is full of small things in his heart. He only listened to what was said in the court, but his eyes kept turning red The young man in white next to him looked over, that was his seventh brother, his husband.In this world, he is the only person he trusts now.

Time passed quickly, and finally this Wu Chi, who was not very interested in literature, went down to court, and was surrounded by a group of court ladies and returned to the apse to fiddle with for a long time and put on his regular clothes. Come out, there is no image of the emperor, at most he can be counted as the last general.

Passing through the West Garden next to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there is a pavilion with sparkling lake water. Han Ze sat in the old position and played the piano, as if he knew that some brat who couldn’t sit still would sneak out. The stone table in the pavilion was ready Han Xin likes to eat.Running too fast, he was a little out of breath and sat down without screaming, drank the cold tea to quench his thirst, and then began to stuff pastries into his mouth. No matter how you look at this immature face, he is just a child.

Han Ze played the piano indifferently and did not continue to entertain, but Han Xin led the army first, with hands full of pastry residues around his waist, and his voice was full of jokes and jokes.

"Sir, I want to accept you into my Sangong Sixth Court?"

Han Ze sneered at the man's sentence, and after listening to the movements of his hands, he really looked good and stuffed his mouth with a pastry: "Your Majesty, I think you have to have an imperial demeanor first?"

Han Xin was a little stingy, so he ate it, and laughed again after thinking about it, which was no longer the same as before.Thoughts tossed and reflected in the eyes, the whole life was directly reversed.

In the 31st year of Zhenhuan, the emperor found the nine sons of the emperor, gave him the surname Han, and changed his name to Han Xin.He was granted the title of King of the Morning, rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold, and a mansion.At that time, Han Xin was only fourteen or five years old.The body has not yet developed, and due to excessive malnutrition, it is stuck at a height of less than five feet.Kneeling on the ground of the magnificent palace with a dirty face, not to mention how embarrassing it is, even so, his eyes that seem to be filled with stars are very beautiful.

Eyes full of resentment and anger burned in his small body, but Han Xin endured the humiliation and knelt down to thank Grace.The words were squeezed out through the gaps between the teeth: "Son, thank you for your kindness."

Then Han Xin stayed in the palace for a while, took a good bath and adjusted his makeup. He looked like a little doll carved in pink and jade, and his purple robe seemed out of place on his small body.Han Xin didn't like these court ladies following him, he felt like the dog emperor sent someone to watch him.

The advantage of living in the city since he was a child is that he has developed a good speed of escape, and he has thrown a group of weaker court ladies and eunuchs far behind, just running around in the huge palace like this It is not advisable.Because for the little boy, he was already lost.

Han Xin climbed up and smelled the fragrance and came to a gazebo. The lake was sparkling, the sun was warm and there was a "Mei Jiao'e" playing the piano. His eyesight was surprisingly good and he could see the face of that person from a long distance.She was wearing a white gown with a stand-up collar, with gilt cloud patterns on the cuffs, and her blue silk was tied up with a white ribbon. Her eyebrows and eyes were tight and handsome.

Han Xin looked a little dazed, dazed that "Mei Jiao'e" was smiling at him, and his ears turned red in disbelief, but he cupped his fists and made an inappropriate salute, and his immature voice was vague: "Han Xin see Empress."

With a puff, "Mei Jiao'e" in front of her smiled cheerfully, but she spoke in a serious and pleasant male voice. Han Xin almost sat on the ground in shock, and said, "I'm not your mother, I'm the seventh prince Han Ze, and you are the ninth younger brother." Right?" Han Xin's face turned cold when he heard this, oh, so it's the son of a dog emperor, heh, he must be just as annoying.He turned to leave.

But Han Ze stopped him: "Don't go, since you're here, it's fine to sit down and have a cup of tea and eat cakes." He knew that everything in this palace could not be refused, so he gritted his teeth and forced himself to sit down.Looking at the delicious food on the table, it seemed that they were all delicious. While Han Ze was drinking tea, he took his mother's only hairpin and began to poke the cakes. The pastries were all smashed to pieces, and the hairpin was not black yet.He was a little embarrassed.

Then he began to carefully put the powder into his mouth, it was sweeter than Uncle Wang's on the street, and it was more delicious, it was indeed the food of the palace.He ate happily, and then stretched out a hand, and he left the backhand to grab and pinch Han Zesheng in pain.But even though he had a bad complexion, he still wiped the corners of his mouth full of debris, and added a sentence to his pretty face: "I have eaten it to the edge of my mouth, eat it slowly, no one will snatch it from you."

Han Xin let go of his hand in shock, with a moment of guilt in his eyes, fair skin, a pretty face, and a wrist that turns red when pinched is really a sister Lin, can you really believe it?

The author has something to say:

carry on.