The emperor is above, the emperor is below

Zhenhuan's 32 years, more than half of the year, Xin lifts the sword and dances wildly, Han Ze plays the piano beside the West Lake, not saying a word but a tacit understanding is natural.Xin Yi grew up to look like an adult, with hair reaching his shoulders, and wearing a purple dress, not to mention the beauty of the country, he is also the object of admiration for all the girls in Chang'an City.

Before the qin stopped, the sword broke his pace first, and Xin only sat beside Han Ze, watching people playing the qin, without shame or shame, as if he could see some flowers on people's faces.Han Ze seemed to be seen through, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and a slender string broke away and cut a hole in the person's hand.

The letter reacted quickly, as soon as he clasped the person's wrist, he covered the person's wounded finger, sucked it carefully, as if he was afraid of hurting the person, then savagely tore off some fabric from the clothes and wrapped it carefully, and then said Bufa picked up the lonely piano with a broken string to leave.

"where to?"

"Help you repair the piano."

When Han Ze saw people's movements, he asked abruptly first, and Xin also answered every question.There was a cool wind, the leaves closed, and there was silence again. I didn't believe the question of continuing, so I turned around again to leave, but Han Ze got up and followed.

There are two people again, one tall and one lower, but now the young boy in front is the young boy from back then, and the beautiful woman in white is behind.One walked ahead, as if deliberately slowing down to wait for someone, and the other followed leisurely.

The two of them arrived at the place where the piano was repaired. The boss looked very kind, with two short beards twitching when he smiled, and his eyes narrowed into slits.Seeing the two people coming in, Pidianpidian ran over: "Yo, it's His Royal Highness Chen Wang again, why is he here to repair the piano again? It's been very frequent in recent years."

The letter replied: "Fix it for my brother, please hurry up with the boss." After finishing speaking, he abruptly ignored the boss's accusation and ran to support Han Ze behind him, and sat down without asking if he could sit down .He also directly poured a cup of tea for him, and continued to stand on the side looking up at the scenery, not like a brother but like a master and servant.

Han Ze's expression was indifferent, and the words of the young man in purple under the starry night were still swaying in his mind. How did he feel about him?Han Ze didn't understand, he only knew that such a little guy was brought up by himself, but he was inexplicably unhappy that he was with other people.He understood the meaning of the letter that night, so he was silent.

Time can't be wasted, and Qin is also very good at repairing. Han Ze finally came to a rough conclusion. Just as he was about to speak the letter in front of him, another young man in Tsing Yi put his shoulders on his shoulders.The young man's face was a little strange and handsome, and Han Ze felt a little familiar until another woman appeared behind him, and he became more sure.This was the only official son this little guy knew before he entered the palace, the third daughter and fourth son of Prime Minister Gu Nanxi.His eyes darkened, his heart gradually settled, and a subtle feeling came from his heart. He didn't like this person's shoulders of Xin.

What's rare is that a very cheerful person who hasn't smiled since growing up, is showing a long-lost smile at this moment.The man in Tsing Yi is the fourth son of the Gu family, Gu Yichen, and the woman in Tsing Yi is Gu Yanxi, the flying and domineering third lady of the Gu family.

Gu Yichen said: "Ashin, I haven't seen you for a long time. How about the meat in Yuanyang Tower? I can let them keep your favorite wine."

Gu Yanxi interjected: "You two, don't get drunk again, I can't bring two drunks home."

Xin just smiled and said, "No, sister Yanxi. I can't get drunk because I have to take Brother Seven home."

Just when Han Ze thought he was on the cold side, Xin's words revealed the man in his dream. He dodged Gu Yichen's hand and held Han Ze's hand, which seemed to be inexplicable. Han Ze did not resist, and clasped his hands together. , It's a lovesick knot.

The four arrived at Yuanyang Tower and ordered several dishes. They talked and laughed and recited poems against each other, but in fact they all had their own thoughts. They talked with old friends and worried about the discomfort with Seventh Brother.And Han Ze just smiled and drank a few cups occasionally, sitting there like a beautiful vase.

That night was probably the shortest meeting among the three of them.Within two hours, Xin dragged Han Ze away in a hurry, he was a little impatient.It shouldn't be said, a big man is so impatient, he is afraid that Han Ze will misunderstand something, even if he has not got any answer so far, he is also afraid.

At the end of Zhenhuan's 32nd year, it was November, and there was a lot of wind and snow. Xin sat in the lobby and sipped tea.A gorgeous purple robe was covered with a thick fox fur, and a woman in scantily dressed clothes sat on the table beside her, wearing very little in the winter. It seemed that she was trying to seduce a letter, but it was actually a long negotiation.

After Xin drank the tea in his cup, he threw the woman to catch the cup, and then he said slowly: "Sister, if you think it's worth it, then it will be done, if not, I won't force it."

The charming woman closed her eyes, and let out a lazy haha, her voice was high and touching, but Xin was indifferent, she just put down the tea cup and continued, leaving two words behind and disappeared into the night.

"make a deal."

In the 32nd year of Zhenhuan, in the twelfth lunar month, the chess clouds were densely covered. With the help of Han Ze and Han Xin, Gu Nanxi reached a relationship with the current dynasty. the night before.

On the pavilion in the other courtyard of Prince Yu's Mansion, Han Ze was wearing a fox fur and sitting on a stone bench drinking tea. There were some pastries and another cup of tea on the table, as if he knew that someone would arrive.Xin rushed to see the table full of food all night, but also smiled, and asked vaguely with a piece of pastry stuffed in his mouth.

"Sir, I promised you that if you want to pick up the characters for me, it will be my birthday soon."

"Tattoos, the foundation of faith, commitment is the first, emphasizing love and righteousness, emphasizing words and deeds. It is tautology."

Han Ze talked eloquently, about the breeze and bright moon, the white clothes are better than the snow, the people on Moshang are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.Xin listened to the truth, his abyss-like black eyes were instantly lit up, he sat upright, his eyes seemed to be filled with stardust.

"Okay, from today onwards, my name will be Han Zhongyan."

In the 32nd year of Zhenhuan, Han Chongyan, the nine sons of the emperor, proclaimed himself emperor, and changed the name of the country to Dajie and Emperor Yuanyan.The letter seems to want to swear sovereignty, but I don't know whether the other party agrees, so I quietly put together a number with two characters.

He was busy with the enthronement ceremony all day, so he couldn't spare time. After the enthronement in the morning, he watched other people confer rewards in the afternoon.After a busy day, the two of them were sent to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Su Qing sat beside the bed in nine phoenix phoenix coronets and tangled for a while.Xin wanted to leave directly to find Brother Qi, but someone grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

Su Qingjiu was born beautiful, petite and cute, but she felt aggrieved and felt ashamed of her, so she listened to her: "Your Majesty, I know that your heart belongs to me, but it's not as cold as drinking a bowl of hot water." Soup is leaving, okay?"

Xin was silent, he had Seventh Brother in his heart, but he seemed to feel guilty for taking advantage of the person in front of him, he just drank a bowl of soup, and he couldn't help taking a sip.I realized later that I frowned and wanted luck to force the soup out, but my hand was held by the woman. She seemed to be begging: "Your Majesty, just this time, let me serve you as a concubine. If there is a child, there will be a survivor in the future." chips."

The beauty's eyes were tearful, but it was the best time to force it out, her body became hot for a while, Xin's cheeks flushed a little, it was hot... so hot... Xin's vision blurred, and his brain was in chaos.It was so hot, and I don't know if the beauty had taken off her clothes, Xin tried his best to stay awake.

But in front of her eyes, she saw a familiar person, dressed in white and snowy, and beautiful as a picture, does this obscene drug still have the effect of a erotic dream?I'm afraid that in this life, that person will not want to deal with such things. ...Hot...It was so hot that it almost tore his body apart, and then he seemed to fall into the cold altar, and when he got close to that body, Han Ze's ears were also stained a little red, did the medicine take effect too quickly?This guy is a little clingy, the letter tightly hooked his neck, as if he was greedy for coolness.

Knowing the properties of this medicine, Han Ze may be very difficult to endure, and his mind is racing, although it is an expedient measure, in fact he is not resisting.The two thin lips ♂ closed, and the lips and teeth ♂ pressed against each other. It felt soft, like ice cubes resisting heat.Xin Consciousness returned to the basket and pushed him, he was originally a good-looking embryo, with a little blush on his fair skin, he looked a little pretty and delicious.Xin bit his lower lip almost to the point of trying to keep himself awake.

"You...don't want me, just...don't...touch me!"

It was almost mixed with low ♂ panting, rhythm, low low not wanting to delay, as if to seduce, Han Ze took off his clothes, the two touched, lingering, biting heat transfer mixed with pantingこ interest.

"like you"

That's right, how can two people be happy when they are in love? Chun koxiao is worth a thousand gold for a moment, and there is no dream for a night.But the two of them compared their hearts and connected with each other, and everything fell to the ground.

Thoughts turned, the gazebo was beautiful, and he sipped his tea and looked at Han Ze with a smile, but the beautiful woman played the piano, but she just smiled at this man, although the two parties had agreed for a long time, in the end this kind of thing is still an underground love.It's impossible for the emperor of a country to be obsessed with masculinity, let alone his own brother.

Three years after Yuanyan, the Shadow King vainly tried to attack and test the little emperor, but refused to follow him three times. Emperor Yuanyan took charge of Gu Nanxi's assistant, and within three years all corrupt officials were eliminated. It is said among the people that although the emperor is small, his aspirations are great.

Yuanyan three years late La Han, the seventh son of the late emperor, King Yu, suddenly contracted a disease and coughed continuously, sick in bed, desperate for letters, went straight from the court to Prince Yu's mansion, saw that the beauty on the bed was pale and less airy, more like a forest sister.Xin holding his hand was a little pale, he could only chat with him occasionally, and he couldn't even do it himself, seeing that the person in front of him was about to die.

The letter was red-eyed, and I dropped the bowls and chopsticks on the table, a bunch of trash, I can't even save a single person, what use is there for you!This is Xin's second time crying. The man doesn't shed tears easily, but when he sees the beautiful woman on the bed in front of him gradually lose her breath, the tears drip down unsatisfactorily.His husband, his seventh brother still left before him, is he a disaster star?How everyone would leave him first, be it family members or lovers, it's simply ridiculous.

The letter later found that Han Ze was still clutching something tightly in his hands. He tried his best to peel it off. It was a small note, and the familiar handwriting was sobbing. It seemed that he was crying and laughing in relief for a moment. .

"See you at the mass grave, the golden cicada escapes its shell."

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