The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

Since Zong Huan ascended the throne, his successor has been hanging in the air. Now that the dust has settled, the people are also unprecedentedly happy. Even though there were some bad rumors about this Lord Feng Jun, under the deliberate whitewashing of the court, he has already been reborn.

The snowflakes were still falling, and even tended to intensify. Zong Huan held the little cub's hand tightly, and the depression in his heart gradually dissipated. He never believed in fate, only believed that man would conquer heaven.

Now his treasure is firmly held in the palm of his hand. He is the emperor of the world, the most noble and powerful existence in the world, and no one can do anything to him.

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The canonization ceremony is very cumbersome. After worshiping the ancestors in the Taimiao, it is necessary to climb up to worship the sky. The sacrificial ceremony is held on the open-air high platform.

When ascending to worship the heavens, there should be no palace people to follow, and naturally there is no one to hold an umbrella to shelter from the wind and snow, so Zong Huan held Su Yang in his arms and walked forward step by step. Tens of thousands of people outside the city, they all turned towards the direction of the palace, silently praying with a pious mood.

This kind of ceremony was undoubtedly solemn and sacred. Su Yang could feel the awe of the gods and the imperial power from the audience. This atmosphere could easily infect others, and even he unconsciously became solemn.

Zong Huan only thought that he was nervous, so he squeezed his soft palm to comfort him, and the two walked to the highest point hand in hand.

Because it was a ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, the sacrifices were very rich. Three sticks of tribute incense were neatly placed in the center of the table, covered with thick silk and satin. The white smoke spread out, and the air lingered with a faint scent of incense. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but it was a reassuring smell.

Zong Huan put the tribute incense on the incense burner, with no expression on his face, he turned around and walked to the side of the altar, and said slowly to the audience: "According to the will of heaven, Mrs. Tong is respectful, humble and wise. Entitled Fengjun, I will have the same life and glory as me, and I will be in charge of Fengyin and coordinate the harem."

His voice was not loud, but it was like thunder in the sky, resounding across the ground, passing through the wind and snow to everyone's ears.

Hundreds of officials under the stage shouted long live, and tens of thousands of imperial soldiers in the imperial city bowed their heads and knelt down, saying "Long live your majesty, a thousand years old Feng Jun", the mighty momentum shook the sky, and the entire imperial city was shrouded in this joyful scene. middle.

I don't know when, the fluttering snow finally stopped the turmoil, and there was a smear of sunlight in the east. The light was brilliant in an instant, the wind and snow receded, and the sky was full of morning glow, as if offering a wedding gift to the couple.

—— "Zong Huan, I'm so happy, I like being your wife, and I also like you being my husband, although you are sometimes bad, but for so long, only you are by my side, I really think you are very happy OK……"

In the past, the little drunk said so while lying in his arms, but now, even if he gets drunk again, he probably won't have the slightest dependence on him anymore.

Zong Huan pulled Su Yang into his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Bao'er, from now on I will be your husband, I will cherish you with my life, and will not let you down again."

He expressed his heart so sincerely, but the little guy in his arms just pushed him hard and didn't push him, so he said anxiously: "What are you doing, many people are watching, let me go..."

Zong Huan didn't speak, nor did he let go of him, but his lips were stained with bitterness. He once completely owned this boy, but he didn't cherish it. He greedily wanted more, but in the end he pushed him further and further away.

Emotions are the most unexplorable.

If possible, he just wants to go back to the day when he worshiped his ancestors. When Zong Xu appeared in the phoenix chariot to take away his boy, he descended from the sky and became an unrivaled hero, holding his sweetheart firmly in his arms and not letting him go Suffer the slightest injury and grievance.

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After the canonization ceremony, Su Yang's life didn't change much, but he had his own Fengluan Palace, so he didn't have to live under the emperor's palace, but Zong Huan stayed with him every night and refused to leave.

This man didn't have the demeanor of a king of a country when he played with his petty temper. He got into Su Yang's bed without saying a word, and refused to move no matter whether he was beaten or scolded. Su Yang gave him the bed and went to the side hall to rest by himself. Zong Huan chased after him with the quilt in his arms.

The palace people in Fengluan Palace are not as well-trained as Chengqian Palace, and they almost didn't faint on the spot when they saw this situation. There are many rumors about this Lord Fengjun among the people, and he has been described as miraculous, but they never expected that this The way the two get along is actually like this, I'm afraid no one will believe it if they tell it.

Who would believe that the Great Jin Emperor respected by the world is actually a fearful man, who was disliked by Master Feng Jun in every possible way, and would not give in to go to him.

At night, Zong Huan stayed in Fengluan Palace as usual, Su Yang had no choice but to do his own thing and treat him as air.

He cooked a pot of tea, and the clear aroma came out of the purple sand pot. Zong Huan consciously poured it out of the cup, and after drinking it, he would act like a good boy, and praised: "The fragrance of the lips and teeth is refreshing, and Bao'er's skill in making tea is getting better and better." Improved."

Su Yang never knew that the emperor and the scoundrel could be equated, so he glared at him angrily.

Zong Huan was stared at by his watery almond eyes, and his heart was beating violently. These days, Su Yang is no longer as indifferent as before, and occasionally he will give him some responses, although most of these responses are distasteful, But it was enough for Zong Huan to be happy.

He put down the cup with a smile, and took the little thing into his arms from behind. Recently, he likes to talk to Su Yang about his childhood, deliberately skipping those embarrassing encounters, and only picking out interesting things to say, Su Yang Yang does not dislike listening to stories, and always listens to him patiently.

"Yesterday I said that when I was young, I liked to read books. I often sneaked to the top floor of the library to look for books. Once I met a strange old man. He had white beard and hair, and he was wearing tattered clothes. He looked like a beggar in the capital. He asked me what books I like to read, and when I said Art of War, he laughed, saying that he has the most exquisite Art of War in the world, but he would not let others read it easily unless I worship him as a teacher..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped, Su Yang looked up at him, urging him to speak faster with his eyes.

Zong Huan pointed to his own lips, and coaxed: "Bao'er kisses me, and I will continue."

Naturally, Su Yang wouldn't kiss him because of this, he pushed him away and wanted to leave, but Zong Huan hugged him around the waist, kissed him forcibly, licked the corner of his lips as if he had got a bargain, and said ambiguously: "It's so sweet."

Sparks burst into Su Yang's eyes, and he scolded, "Smelly rascal."

Zong Huan was also very helpless in his heart. If someone told him a year ago that one day he would stalk others and do everything he could, he would definitely behead that nonsense person. Shameless, he can't think of any other way to win back his sweetheart.

Be a rogue, be a rogue, it's better than being completely ignored by him.

He smiled and continued: "As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and a life is a father. How can I worship a teacher casually, not to mention that the person's origin is unknown, so what if he is being plotted by others."

Su Yang thought to himself, how old were you at that time, so you are so suspicious.

Zong Huan said: "The old man said, boy, you have missed a great opportunity. I pointed to the art of war in the library and said, 'There is no most exquisite art of war in the world. It’s the most exquisite art of war, and you don’t need to learn from others.” Guess what, Bao’er, the old man has been trying hard every day, and he must accept me as his apprentice, and he also taught me the profound internal strength and martial arts.”

Su Yang asked: "Where did that person go now?"

Zong Huan pondered for a moment, and said: "After I finished my studies, he left the palace and told me to be a good emperor in the future. What's ridiculous is that shortly after he left, I was relegated to the cold palace and almost never Couldn't roll over."

Su Yang didn't want to accept this, so he held a warm porcelain cup and drank tea silently. Zong Huan looked at his lips soaked in tea, with deep eyes.

"I did not worship him as a teacher in the end," Zong Huan said, "I inherited his life's hard work, but I never called him master. I have been like this since I was a child, and I was born unable to learn to trust others. There is no reason, as if In the depths of my soul, I am always on guard, constantly telling myself not to trust others, otherwise I will be miserably deceived and lose everything.”

Su Yang's fingers trembled slightly, and the porcelain cup in his palm suddenly fell over, and all the warm tea fell on his body, but he pursed his lips in a daze as if he didn't feel any pain.

Zong Huan was taken aback, he reacted very quickly, quickly removed Su Yang's clothes that were soaked in tea, and wiped his reddened skin with cold water, Su Yang sat naked in his arms, the man's rough The palm moved on his body, and he couldn't think of stopping it, he just felt guilty.

In fact, what right does he have to blame Zong Huan for using him to test him? Isn't his affection for this man also fake?In contrast, he should be the one to say sorry.

The system that knows the truth silently pretends to be dead.

The one he loves is sitting in his arms naked, and looking at him with such apologetic eyes, Zong Huan considers himself not a saint, and finally can't hold back the urge to rush up, and pushes him down on the Arhat bed.

Under her body was a brocade quilt embroidered with patterns of dragon, phoenix and auspicious auspiciousness. The little goblin's round eyes were flickering with confused water color, and she had no idea how alluring she was at the moment.

Those two gorgeous lips slowly opened and closed, and muttered: "I'm sorry, I made mistakes too."

Zong Huan's brain was already chaotic, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Cute, think X.