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It wasn't too early for Xun to chase after him, but because the continuous clouds covered the sun, it was gloomy as if it was about to fall into the night.There was a rush of footsteps in King Zhao's mansion, and then the door squeaked open, and a head stuck out from inside. The guard who watched the door said, "Your Majesty is also invited to return to the palace. His Highness Zhao Wang is not up yet."

The little eunuch who came out of the palace following Xunzhui stepped forward and said: "Bold, Your Majesty won't open the door here!"

The soldiers of the mansion rushed to chase and gave another guilty smile, "This... the mansion is very chaotic, it has not been cleaned for several days, the prince said that it is not appropriate to see guests."

Seeing that the little emperor was silent, the soldiers of the mansion turned around and walked towards the right side of the palace, and said embarrassedly, "The mansion was attacked by thieves a few days ago, and the lord ordered the little one to strengthen all the walls and install fences with blades in them. The back door happened to be Being blocked by tool carts that have nowhere to put them, the prince will have to find a suitable warehouse to put the tool carts in after the palace is cleaned up."

Xun Zhui turned his head abruptly, just in time to face the smiling face of Shangfu Bing, his expression was calm and he didn't see any abnormalities, he paused for a moment, his thin lips parted slightly, and said slowly.

"You let him die."

After saying that, Xun Zhui still walked towards the wall, and walked through a long alley to the nearest place to Yan Zhaohe's courtyard. He looked up, and sure enough, the top of the wall was full of teeth and claws. I don't know whose military use it was. Fences, with crossed blades, muddy tiles where the blades can't reach.Overall, it can be called "heavily guarded", but it is also ugly.

Xun chased back a few steps, let the little eunuch behind him stay away, swung his right arm vigorously, and after three or four circles, he threw out the garlic that had been hooked on his fingertips. The big white garlic flew into the sky like this, circled several times in the air, and finally fell down emotionally.

The little eunuch stepped forward cautiously, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

Xun Zhui's face with a bit of blood red on his lips has been gloomy since the garlic fell down, as if he could drop a few drops of ink instantly. He heard the voice of the little eunuch, and said with a rare expression of indifference, "Go back to the palace."

Yan Zhaohe was busy with affairs and often didn't rest until early in the morning, so he should sleep more.There are few maidservants, and the palace is so big, it should take time to meet guests.Seeing that on New Year's Eve, thieves in the neighborhood frequently steal money for the New Year, Zhao Wangfu should take more precautions.The fence project is huge, and there are many types of tools used, so it is reasonable to find a place for a while.

"Dong dong dong."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the purple fist fell from the air with a uniformly concave-convex object that rolled to Xun Zhui's feet.

Xun chased and pursed his lips.

The little eunuch trembled and looked up at the garlic skewers hanging on the fence wall to make Laba garlic. One of the garlic was stuck on the tip of the knife impartially, and the rest were crookedly mixed with the fence.

Xun Zhui was relieved, put the garlic back into his arms, and raised his eyes to look at the string of garlic that was not thrown in.

"Tell King Zhao, if you don't come to see me before dusk today, no..."

"Tell King Zhao."

go to hell!

Wash the garlic cloves one by one and stuff them into Yan Zhaohe's mouth, pinch his throat to make him swallow them all, and then dig them out from his stomach on New Year's Eve, it's still Laba garlic.

The vinegar flavor is just right.

Li Chong's case has been handled one after another, involving a large number of officials, many of whom want to atone for their crimes. You pull me and I sue you. It's another bloodbath. To spring.

In front of Xunzhui was the case list compiled overnight by Zhao Chuanzhi, as well as the report, and he flipped through it symbolically and put the fruit plate on top.

Zhao Chuanzhi also found out some unheard-of things about bullying men and women, and he spit all over the place and said nothing.

Xun Zhui wrote on the paper: "Today's Laba Festival, Mr. Zhao is here, won't you go back home to spend the holiday with your wife and children?"

Zhao Chuanzhi shook his head and said: "Return to Your Majesty, the minister's useless son has gone out to fool around again. Madam went out to arrest him today, the house is too chaotic and I am worried about this case. Since Your Majesty trusts me, I will definitely handle it properly."

Xun Zhui couldn't say anything, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to look at Zhao Chuanzhi's middle-aged face with gradually sagging skin.

Before dinner, Zhao Chuanzhi finally came to an end, and Xun chased Zhao Chuanzhi to stay for dinner.

The Laba porridge served in the small kitchen was overcooked. The beans in it had been soaked in cold water since before going to bed last night. After a few hours of slow cooking, the aromas of the beans were all fused together, and the bean skins were all gone. After spooning it down, it is dense and delicate between the lips and teeth, and the aftertaste is endless.

Xun Zhui likes to eat this kind of sweet porridge with sugar the most, but Zhao Chuanzhi thinks there is something missing from eating only porridge. It is also the first time he has a meal with the little emperor, never expecting that the little emperor eats so simply.

"The children in the minister's family are eating several bowls of rice at your majesty's age. How can your majesty eat so little?" Zhao Chuanzhi persuaded, "it's better to ask the imperial dining room to make some more."

Xun Zhui never ate anything from the imperial dining room. The cook in the imperial dining room was exquisite but there was something missing. He couldn’t get used to it. The cook Yan Zhaohe sent in went to the small kitchen at the back of the bedroom, and Xun Zhui never ate any more. The meals of those royal chefs.

Recently, Song Nanping changed his medicine one after another, avoiding oil and salt, Xunzhui's taste is already light, but now he is living like a god, eating porridge every day.But melons and fruits keep coming, eat some cakes when you are hungry, and you are not very hungry if you eat less and more meals.

Xun Zhui asked casually, what do Mr. Zhao's children eat.

Zhao Chuanzhi said that the roast duck in the restaurant in the city was good, fat but not greasy.

"That family's roast duck is taken out of the charcoal fire. The cook slices the duck skin thinly and eats the duck skin first."

Xun Zhui couldn't hear such greasy words at all, so he interrupted Zhao Chuanzhi quickly, Zhao Chuanzhi didn't realize there was something wrong, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty must have a taste."

At night, when Xun Zhui was about to fall asleep after washing, the eunuch's voice came from outside the door, and the man said, "No need to pass it on."

After saying that, the door of the dormitory opened, and the cold wind rushed in behind the man, Xun Zhui immediately got into bed and closed his eyes.

"His Majesty."

Yan Zhaohe said with a smile, "I come to plead guilty."

Your Royal Highness King Zhao could have committed any crimes, Xun chased him for no reason, but he wanted to hear where the crimes came from.

"On the way here, I ran into Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao asked why your majesty only eats porridge. Your majesty's dragon body is the foundation of the country. I am your majesty's close minister. I have been managing your majesty's meals for so many years. I can't shirk your majesty's eating so lightly. responsibility." Yan Zhaohe stretched out his hand to catch Xunzui, and Xunzui rolled to the corner wrapped in the quilt.

Yan Zhaohe leaned over and easily grabbed the boy's ankles, and Xun Zhui instantly stood up from the bed like a startled cat. While standing, he threw all the quilts at Yan Zhaohe, taking advantage of the chaos to punch the man in front of him. anger.

"Where's my fence! Why doesn't His Highness King Zhao install a fence for the palace? I think that fence is perfect for preventing thieves!"

Yan Zhaohe is used to appease Xun Zhui's anger, just like coaxing a child, it's difficult to watch but he enjoys it, a sensible older child is hard to guess, but easier to handle.

"The fence is not used up. If His Majesty wants it, I will ask someone to install a circle on the palace wall tomorrow."

"You just don't want me to go in, you even climb the wall to prevent me, what tricks do you have!" Xun Zhui stretched out his slender fingers like green onions to poke Yan Zhaohe's forehead, knelt on Yan Zhaohe's lap, his voice was covered with mist Like, "Say, what else do you have!"

Yan Zhaohe lowered his head and laughed sullenly, and then covered Yan Zhaohe's ears with both hands, then tightened his fingers, twisted Yan Zhaohe's ears with five fingers and threatened, "What are you laughing at?"

"Your Majesty will celebrate his birthday soon, what do you want?" Yan Zhaohe asked instead.

"Tear down your wall." Xun Zhui said angrily.

"Villa Master Bo is not dead." Yan Zhaohe said which pot to open and which pot to pick up, "Master Yu will not return to the capital for the time being after sending a letter. The complicated affairs of Ivy Villa still need a lot of thought."

Mentioning Yu Niesheng's chasing after Hu Xun stopped for a moment, and he asked Yan Zhaohe why Bo Yan didn't die from his illness.

Yan Zhaohe returned and was about to die, but Master Yu's medical skills were superb.

Xun Zhui rolled his eyes. If the medical skill is superior, the medicine introduction is probably Yu Niesheng himself.

Yan Zhaohe's words were not half false. Bo Yan was indeed about to die of illness. On the first day after Yu Niesheng returned to Qingteng Villa, he ordered someone to buy a white tent to decorate the mourning hall. On the second day, he asked the accountant to go to Bo Yan's room. Li counted the assets of the villa in public, and went to the town's coffin shop on the tenth day to go around.

After returning from the coffin shop, Young Master Yu rushed into the mourning hall and tore off all the white curtains, drove away the accountant, and recalled the attending doctors of various prescriptions to consult Bo Yan.

Before the consultation, the doctors were called into the room by Bo Zhuangzhu to talk, and when they came out, they all bowed to Yu Niesheng, saying that from now on, Ivy Villa and the prescriptions under his name will be led by Yu Zhuangzhu.

Yu Niesheng stood there in a daze, his eyes flushed, his voice trembling but resolute.

He stood outside the door and said to the people inside, Ivy Villa is yours, I don't want it.

If you really want to make it up to me, you can repair the Yu Mansion and give it to me.

That'smine.

Although Yan Zhaohe changed the subject, and Xun Zhui was magnanimously killed by Yu Niesheng, the whole family still had the rare courage to continue pursuing love, but he still asked Yan Zhaohe what tricks he had.

The two hit and scolded each other, and Xun Zhui didn't find out why in the end.

Yan Zhaohe coaxed Xun Zhui to sleep, and after blowing out the last candle, the deepest thoughts were revealed mixed with the increasingly clear moonlight.

"Eldest son, haven't we avenged the Yan family!"

report?

Yan Zhaohe leaned back on the chair, put his finger on the corner of his forehead, and looked at the darkest corner of the study.

The old man has a stooped back, cloudy old eyes, a mess of white hair, and a pattern of crossed water droplets and swords tattooed on his little finger, which overlaps with folds of skin that gradually loses moisture due to age.

Yan Zhaohe said in a deep voice, "I don't remember."

"Elder Master!" the old man scolded, "Elder Master is also bewitched by the little emperor, is he going to muddle along like Master Hou?"

"I do everything my family asks me to do, even if I am poisoned, I have never owed anything for so many years." Yan Zhaohe shook his head and said, "I think that I am the most benevolent and righteous. I have to wonder why the family is so persistent."

After he finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper with his name written on it from the drawer.

"Before the servant of the punishment department had time to pry out the clues from the young lady, the young lady's sister gave me a list."

Yan Zhaohe held the list between his fingertips and walked slowly to the old man.

"Why did the members of the Yan family become so fond of lingering in sensual places after losing the Marquis of Zhenning?"

"In order to avoid damage to the Yan family's reputation, this junior took the young lady's life ahead of time."

Yan Zhaohe smiled slowly.

"Is the person who sent the list dead!" the old man immediately warned.

"She belongs to the little emperor and cannot be killed." Seeing the old man's sharp gaze, Yan Zhaohe warned, "Don't touch her."

The old man took the list from Yan Zhaohe, and Yan Zhaohe thoughtfully lit a candle to let the old man see clearly.

The list was not long, but the old man looked at it for a long time. When he finally reached the last word, the old man immediately put the paper on the dancing flame of the candle.

"Even if Li Chong has followed the late emperor for many years, and his methods are deeply taught by the late emperor, even the little emperor himself thinks that his two elder brothers are not smart enough. How could his intelligence, which is doubted by his own brothers, do the exact same thing as the late emperor?"

Yan Zhaohe laughed and said, "No matter how hard the past can't be hidden, it's not impossible to hide it from a prince."

His eyes flickered slightly, his tone was like a poisoned weapon, cold and heartless.

"The young lady is yours."