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A few years ago when Xun Zhui first came to the throne, Yan Zhaohe was in charge of the Forbidden Army. After the power was gradually taken over by him, he began to cultivate candidates who would be in charge of the Forbidden Army.Chu Yang's father was Yan Jun's lieutenant general, and after Yan Jun's death, he stayed in guard outside the Great Wall and never came back no matter how he called.In the third year of Jinghuai, he suddenly sent his youngest son to the capital. Master Chu revised a letter. Apart from caring for the eldest son, the rest is to let my son share some of the burden for the eldest son. Feel free to find him an errand.

There are three elder sisters and one elder brother in Chu Yang's family. He is the youngest and Yan Zhaohe is the most similar in age.Yan Zhaohe knew that it was the Chu family who was helping him, so he accepted Chu Yang. Although Chu Yang didn't spend four or six hours on weekdays, not to mention his kung fu, the pear flower gun was so brilliant that it looked very bluffing.Chu Yang is also a general, and he has the heart to help Yan Zhaohe. Many things can be planned for Yan Zhaohe in advance, and Yan Zhaohe was soon mentioned by Yan Zhaohe as the commander of the imperial army.

There were many people who assassinated the little emperor, former courtiers, princes, barbarians outside the Great Wall.

These people are hidden dangers for Li Xunzhui, and what Yan Zhaohe has to do is to control the government while protecting Xunzhui's stability.

After all, when the late emperor died, he said, son of the Yan family, I will hand over my son and the country to you, and you must leave only after the fifth prince can sit on the throne safely.

Yan Zhaohe was actually not willing, but the glory of Yan's family - the past few years have indeed been ruined by him.

Since ancient times, powerful ministers have been ungrateful, and most of them are villains. Yan Zhaohe is indeed a villain. Up to now, the little emperor has not let the little emperor personally approve the memorial.

Yan Zhaohe sat down a little, patted the bed and said, "Your Majesty, please get closer to me."

Xun Zhui buried his face in the quilt, stretched out his arms to get the pen and ink on the bed, Yan Zhaohe moved the pen and ink a little farther away, "Your Majesty, if you want to order the minister, you don't need to order the pen and ink."

It was probably when I was a child that I could talk late, but now I don’t like to talk very much after chasing him. When I need to communicate, I use pen and ink instead.

The two were deadlocked for a while, Yan Zhaohe's face darkened visibly to the naked eye, Xun Zhui was a little afraid of Yan Zhaohe's anger, he curled up into a ball, moved towards him with the quilt, and looked at him innocently. Yan Zhaohe.

Yan Zhaohe didn't speak for a long time, and Xun Zhui blinked nervously.

King Zhao sighed, he beckoned, "Come here."

The young man's body has not yet grown, the white and soft body has clear ribs, and the butterfly bones are exquisite and beautiful. Yan Zhaohe took off Xunzhui's shirt and asked Xunzhui to lie on his lap.

Below the butterfly bone is the injured area, which is about an inch long when pulled down with a knife. Although the bone is not deep enough to see the bone, it can be seen that the pain has been exerted.The cloth belt wrapped by the imperial doctor was pulled away by Yan Zhaohe two or three times. Although the medicine was applied, it was a fresh wound. A small part of flesh and cloth were stuck together.

Yan Zhaohe touched Xunzhui's eyes with his left hand, as if he was about to cry, his right thumb lightly rubbed the edge of the wound, Xunzhui's hand was placed on Yan Zhaohe's knee and tightened gently, Yan Zhaohe asked him : "Does it hurt?"

Xun Zhui nodded, Yan Zhaohe's little finger touched the corner of his eye, and all the tears from his pain flowed down the tip of his little finger.

Yan Zhaohe took out a small jar of ointment from the wide sleeve robe, the small round jar of white jade, it was no more than half a fist in his hand.Yan Zhaohe opened the white jade pot, and a scent of fragrance floated into Xun Zhui's nostrils from it, Xun Zhui wrote on Yan Zhaohe's leg and asked him what it was.

Yan Zhaohe said: "The secret medicine in my house."

Xun Zhui suddenly understood that the Zhenning Marquis Mansion is full of heroes on the battlefield, and it is common to be injured in battles. Compared with the medicines of the imperial physicians in the palace, the medicines of the Yan family are better at helping wounds heal.

When the ointment was applied to the wound, it seemed that something like mint had been added to it to be refreshing and cool, but it still hurt. Xun's spirit of recuperating for an afternoon was quickly exhausted, and he lay down on Yan Zhaohe's lap, closing his eyes and feeling sleepy.

"Tomorrow morning, you don't have to hold on, I'll go and see those old guys for you." Yan Zhaohe didn't put on the posture of his majesty and courtiers at this time, and spoke a little more easily.

The names of the two are often mixed. Sometimes Xunzhui is called Yan Zhaohe and King Zhao, and sometimes he is called the first two characters of Yan Zhaohe's name. When Yan Zhaohe teaches him martial arts, he calls him teacher.Yan Zhaohe called Xun Zhui Your Majesty when there was someone, and also called Your Majesty when there was no one. If the atmosphere between the two was harmonious or he was in a good mood, he would call Xun Zhui.

The first time Yan Zhaohe heard Xun Zhui call him Yan Zhao was the first time he heard Xun Zhui speak.

It was Xun Zhui's eighth birthday, the little emperor drank a glass of wine and was escorted back to the bedroom by the prince who was close to him, leaving Zhao Wang alone to preside over the banquet.

This kind of banquet is nothing more than a feast of toasts, and officials bring relatives and relatives to congratulate them.The emperor was still young and didn't have the consciousness to stir up troubles. On the contrary, everyone felt that the banquet was easy, and they all wanted to celebrate without any trouble. It was not a big deal for Yan Zhaohe to stay or leave. On the contrary, he and the emperor both Only when everyone is away from the table can they have more fun.

The banquet was too boring, so Yan Zhaohe went to the sleeping hall with the jug in one hand and the wine glass in the other. He wanted to see if the prince had put the little emperor to sleep properly.Who knew that there was no one in the dormitory, and there was a separate courtyard behind the dormitory, where Xun Zhui would bask in the sun when he had nothing to do.

There are four willow trees planted in the backyard, three of which are surrounded by three people. The prince asked someone to move them from other places.The other tree was planted by Xun Zhui himself. It was thin and thin, half the height of a man, and just reached the shoulders of the hunched prince.

This willow tree was born in the royal family and didn't have any dragon spirit. It doesn't matter if it grows thin, but it grows up in a twist and turns, and it becomes an ugly tree with a crooked neck.

But the little emperor liked it very much, and he personally loosened the soil and watered the trees every day.

Xun Zhui sat in front of the willow tree without moving for a long time, Yan Zhaohe looked at his back, thinking that when the child fell asleep, the child's immature and crisp voice disturbed the moonlight.

No one has ever heard the little emperor speak. The little emperor has been quietly following behind the king of Zhao, and when he has something to do, he pulls the cuff of the king of Zhao. When the king of Zhao first assisted him, he didn't understand the meaning of the little emperor. After getting along for a while, he found out the little emperor's habits Then he could slowly guess what the little emperor wanted.

Pulling it once means wanting to leave, pulling it twice means wanting to eat, and the crooked eyes indicate that you are very interested in this thing and want to take it back.

He originally thought that Li Xunzhui couldn't speak, and the child was only wearing a moonlight single dress, and his figure was so thin that he had nothing to rely on. Every time he thought about it, he felt pitiful.

The child has never spoken to anyone, no one has practiced the conversation with him, and his voice falters.

"Yan... Yan Zhao..."

Yan Zhaohe seemed to hear his own name. He felt that the little emperor's words were novel and wanted to hear what he had to say. He moved closer so as not to disturb the little emperor.

Xun Zhui suddenly felt it was difficult, and sighed rather sadly, "You villain."

King Zhao turned and left with a happy face. The next day he went to court but did not say a word for the little emperor. The little emperor sat on the throne and looked at his courtiers in a daze.

Everyone thought that the little emperor was tired yesterday, so they also retreated immediately.

King Zhao went first, Xun Zhui jumped off the throne to chase after him, and rolled down the steps without any hesitation.Yan Zhaohe turned around and saw Wang Gonggong yelling, and Xun chased unconscious.

Xun Zhui fell into a coma for several days, and when he woke up in a daze, he was given medicine, and continued to rest after drinking the medicine.On the day when he finally woke up, Yan Zhaohe fed him with minced meat, chasing after the ground incense, Yan Zhaohe suddenly took the spoon that was about to be fed out and said, "You can talk."

Xunzui was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

"Why write when you can speak?"

Xun chased Kai Mengwan, but because he couldn't speak, he put extra effort into his homework, in order to be able to write and communicate with others.

A boy who was only 17 years old, Yan Zhaohe hadn't yet had the skill to make people unable to guess his emotions with a superficial smile in the future, so he put down his bowl on the spot and said: "If you can talk, you don't have to be in court every day for those trivial things. Arguing with others in the hall, Your Majesty, your words are more useful than my ministers' thousands of words!"

Xun Zhui was somehow treated as a punching bag, and worriedly held Yan Zhaohe's hand.No matter how big a child's hands can be, only one pair of hands can cover Yan Zhao and one.The warm and soft temperature stained Yan Zhaohe's hand, and Yan Zhaohe patted his forehead lightly. He might be angry with the eight-year-old child, but someone around him might be blowing him up.

A real treacherous minister would not speak of his own treacherous minister, but would only say that he was thinking of His Majesty.

People who go against his ideas are not good people, they are all crooked.

In the year since Xun Zhui ascended the throne, his mind has grown rapidly, and Yan Zhaohe can only take comfort in seeing his current progress.

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The medicine was almost ready, and Xun Zhui was falling asleep, Yan Zhaohe put him on the pillow and covered him with a quilt.Just as he was about to get up, he caught a glimpse of Xun Zhui's fingers stained with ink. He took a handkerchief from the side and wiped the little emperor's fingers carefully.

Ganyu Palace is no longer safe. Since someone can sneak in, it means that there will be more people to assassinate.Yan Zhaohe said softly, "I'm just a child..."

Yes, I was still just a child, almost died in so many open and dark arrows, and it was not easy to live from seven to 17 years old.

After leaving the bedroom, Yan Zhaohe went out of the palace and returned to the mansion. He rode his horse and saw the imperial army standing at the gate of the mansion. He entered the main hall, and Chu Yang was sitting on a chair peeling peanuts.

Chu Yang was born with the usual cold eyebrows of literati, but this person has a detached temperament.

"The little emperor fell asleep?" Chu Yang asked with his legs crossed, where there was no mourning face in front of the main hall for fear of punishment.

"Ah."

"You are so aggrieved as a prince, what is the difference with my old mother." Chu Yang said, "I didn't find out, there are as many people who assassinate the little emperor every day, and the little emperor went out alone this morning. But it's also my fault, the imperial army happened to change shifts and didn't see the little emperor go out."

"If he wants to run out, ten of you imperial guards won't be able to catch him."

Xun Zhui hasn't achieved much in these years, but he is good at avoiding people, and he runs fast with light work. Both Yan Zhao and Zhui need to put some effort into it.

Yan Zhaohe never negotiated in the palace, and there would always be wind leaking through the walls. After a brief discussion with Chu Yang, he immediately returned to the palace to accompany him.

Even if they don't do anything, the powerful officials must at least try to save face.Yan Zhaohe was resting in the side hall, Xun Zhui would know immediately if anything happened.

The little emperor had a fever again in the middle of the night, and the imperial physician on duty at the imperial hospital prescribed antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicines, boiled a thick bowl and brought them over.Xun Zhui's forehead was full of sweat, his palms were also wet, his eyes were tightly closed but the eyeballs were spinning around in their sockets.Yan Zhaohe changed his pajamas for him once, but even after tossing about like this, Xunzhui didn't wake up.

The young man's lips were pale, and his thin wrists were exposed from the wide sleeves. The thin skin covered the blue blood vessels, which seemed to shatter like glass when touched.Yan Zhaohe came from a family of military generals, this age is a good time to be physically strong, but Xun Zhui is weak, like a young lady who has not left the court.

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