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Pouting is cute when you are young, but it is silly when you grow up.Yan Zhaohe never expected that the little emperor would be foolish for a piece of meat, so he frowned and said, "Xun Zhui."

Xun Zhui bites his chopsticks, eagerly watching which dish Yan Zhaohe's chopsticks are going to reach, preferably the steamed pork furthest away from him!

Based on his years of observation, there is still a difference between Yan Zhaohe calling him His Majesty and Xunzhui when he frowned.Calling Your Majesty may be because he has done something wrong, while calling Xunzhui may simply be because he feels that his manners are not good.But it's nothing, I've known Yan Zhaohe for so many years, even Yan Zhaohe had seen bedwetting when Xun Zhui was a child.

The conflict between the emperor and his courtiers may sometimes lie in that piece of meat.

He ate millet porridge in the afternoon, but he still hasn't finished digesting it. After eating all the food that Yan Zhaohe gave him, he felt a little full. He handed Yan Zhaohe a small note and wanted to go for a walk.

Yan Zhaohe still said those few words, it is not allowed, it is not allowed, it will endanger His Majesty's rich body outside.

At night, the light rain patters and drifts down again, and the heat of the day is pressed in the soil and cannot be stretched. Opening the windows can feel the coolness head-on.

During the day, Xun chased the heat and was sweating all over. He wanted to take a bath but he couldn't find anyone in the mansion.The servants of King Zhao's Mansion are not allowed to walk freely in the mansion on weekdays, and at night they all return to their respective rooms on the outskirts of the mansion.

The little emperor began to miss the days of the palace again. There were springs flowing down from the mountain, and there were natural hot springs at the bottom. One pool was cool and the other was warm.

Yan Zhaohe's room was not far from him, just across the long corridor, and he didn't even need an umbrella.

He had just stepped into Yan Zhaohe's courtyard and was about to make a noise to attract his attention, but he saw Yan Zhaohe standing in the center of the courtyard with a sword in one hand, drenched in the rain.

The man was only wearing a thin unlined garment, and the belt was not as neatly arranged as in the daytime.There are several illuminated lanterns hanging in front of the corridor. Landscape paintings are painted on the lanterns. When the wind blows, the candles sway, and the mountains and water also give people the illusion of being alive with the magnitude of their shaking.The tip of the sword moved with his footsteps, making a long metallic sound when it made contact with the ground.Yan Zhaohe suddenly turned his footsteps, raised his wrist, and the sword broke through the short continuous drizzle with the speed of his raise.After the rain is cut off, more will be added. The surface of the sword is soaked by the rain, and the raindrops gather into a small stream and slide down the smooth side.

There are some differences between Yan Zhaohe's sword and ordinary swords. Others' swords are smooth on both sides, while Yan Zhaohe's sword has a specially made frosted side. If you stab the enemy with the sword, the barb on the frosted side will bring Hooked out with flesh and blood.

The water droplets on the frosted side condense, and occasionally it will not be willing to fall if it can't grasp the sword surface.

In front of the porch, facing the door of his room, there is a small stove with a small pot for boiling wine on it.Probably because of the rain, the smell of the wine is taken away by the humidity, and the aroma contained in it can't be smelled if you don't smell it carefully.

Xun Zhui gently lifted the jug with a soft cloth on his palm, and Yan Zhaohe broke through the ornamental bamboo planted in the garden with a sword.Xun Zhui slowly shook his head, it's a pity for this well-cultivated bamboo.

He seldom saw Yan Zhaohe practicing swords, and Yan Zhaohe holding swords seemed to be less and less due to the busy work.When Xun Zhui saw Yan Zhao and Wu Jian for the first time, it suddenly dawned on him that the Tayue in the book really existed, with the steps on the bright white and the moonlight on his body.

Xun Zhui looked up at the sky subconsciously, the moon was hidden in the dark clouds and he refused to poke his head even a little.

Yan Zhaohe's hair was already soaked, Xun Zhui poured the wine into a cup and held it in his hand.He is not good at drinking, but he especially likes to smell the aroma of wine. He can drink fruit wine, but he only stops at two glasses.

The sword-wielder raised the sword to the top of his head and slashed down. With skillful strength, his body leaned forward and turned a somersault lightly.Take a step back with your right foot, step forward with your left foot, center on the left side of your body, and throw the sword in your right hand with the momentum of piercing through the air.Then use your right foot as the point of strength to jump out, and hold the hilt of the sword just before it falls.

After this move, Xun couldn't see clearly how Yan Zhaohe grabbed the flying sword, the movement was too fast and he blinked past.But think about it, his kung fu is far inferior to Yan Zhaohe, and he can widen the gap just by watching the moves from the sidelines.

He didn't intend to surpass Yan Zhaohe, and he didn't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Yan Zhaohe put the sword on the stone table in the garden and chased towards Xun, Xunzhui handed him the wine glass in his hand, Yan Zhaohe saluted first: "Your Majesty."

Just as the man's fingers touched the wine glass, the boy let go, and the wine glass fell vertically.

"Bangdang."

It was not smashed, the wine was scattered all over the ground, and the wine glass rolled into the dirt under the corridor.

He suddenly didn't want to see Yan Zhaohe.

Yan Zhaohe bent down to pick up the wine glass, and there was no other expression on his face: "I'm going to change into clean clothes."

He walked into the room, turned his head and followed Yan Zhaohe until he entered the inner room.

When Yan Zhaohe walked out, he was still holding a small bamboo basket in his hand.He put the small bamboo basket in front of Xun Zhui: "The guy who bought it in the afternoon bought a lot of red bayberry, I tasted it, it's not sour."

The red bayberries are washed before being sent up, and the things that have been carefully soaked in salt water will generally remove some of the sourness.

The little emperor held the small bamboo basket in his arms, and Yan Zhaohe watched the little emperor eat the first one without frowning before pouring his wine into a new wine glass.

Xun Zhui sat by the small stove for a long time, his legs naturally became a little hot, he wrote with his bayberry in his mouth, "Why drink hot wine."

Drinking hot wine is generally for people who are not strong enough to drink but still want to drink. After boiling, the alcohol will evaporate, and it will not be so spicy in the throat, and the aftertaste is softer than normal temperature.

Yan Zhaohe replied: "I cannot get drunk."

But King Zhao never pours a thousand cups, the little emperor saw it at the banquet.

"I have to save my life to assist His Majesty."

Xun Zhui was taken aback for a moment, Yan Zhaohe's voice was very low for the second half of the sentence, and he propped his forehead and stopped answering after finishing speaking.

The sour taste of red bayberry blooms like fireworks in the lips and tongue, and the tip of the tongue touches the red bayberry core.Most people who drink a lot don't live long, he wondered if Yan Zhaohe meant that.

He never understood how Yan Zhaohe played chess in the court, let alone how he said that the court was dangerous, but in the palace he could hear the palace people talking about King Zhao being a villain, and he could also receive memorials from courtiers to impeach King Zhao.

Xunzhui put the red bayberry that was about to be put into Yan Zhaohe's wine glass, Yan Zhaohe raised his eyes to look at Xunzhui, and Xunzhui threw in another plum.It was difficult for the wine to cover the first plum, but half a head of the second one came out of the wine glass.

"Your Majesty, when you can speak, I can only eat bayberry and stop drinking."

"..."

"Why can't you speak?"

Xunzui opened his mouth.

As a courtier, the last sentence was too transgressive, Yan Zhaohe didn't know who was asking for whom, Xun thought of the former emperor, thought of the person in front of him, and thought of himself.

But he just couldn't speak, no wonder others, he could only blame himself for not living up to expectations.

"The princes will return to the court in the future, and the Queen Mother will return to pay homage to the Buddha. In the past few years, Your Majesty was young, so this year, no matter what, you have to choose a few people to enter the palace to silence the Queen Mother's party." Yan Zhaohe said, "Even if Your Majesty doesn't like it We also need to find a few to fill the vacancy in the harem."

Adding to the harem in name is actually adding to the empress dowager who has dominated in recent years.

The topic changed too quickly, and Xun Zhui hadn't had time to react.

He said "ah" in confusion, his tone full of doubts.

Yan Zhaohe didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed for a moment. The little emperor did respond aloud, but he clearly didn't understand what he was talking about, and his thinking couldn't keep up.

The first emperor didn't have many sons, but they were all smarter than Xun Zhui. Sometimes Yan Zhaohe even wondered if the first emperor couldn't hand over the throne to him in an open and honest manner, so he chose a worthless prince as emperor.Being an emperor is a cover to cover up those in power.

"Your Majesty, if you have a woman you like, you can tell me."

"Bring it into the palace just like my mother and concubine." Xun Zhui wrote.

Just like his mother and concubine, the emperor could bring him back to the palace if he liked it, regardless of whether the concubine mother liked him or not.

He was taken care of by the nanny since he was born, and the mother and concubine didn't even want to look at him, and she refused to call him by his name when he was dying.

"Do you have a girl you like?" Xun asked.

"No."

"His Majesty's assistant has no time to talk about romance."

"..."

Yan Zhaohe smiled, the Yan family is used to serving the emperor, this kind of concept seems to have grown from the bones, engraved in the fate and cannot be shaken off, and it will accompany the whole life until death.

"The first emperor allowed his ministers to assist His Majesty until His Majesty became an adult, and it will not take long for the ministers to disarm and return to the fields."

"It's getting late, I'm going to prepare the Anshen soup and rest after taking it." Yan Zhaohe didn't give Xun Zhui a chance to respond, he lifted the jug, put the stove under the rain and let him extinguish it.

The charcoal fire hissed and smoked when it came into contact with the rain.

Tai Hospital specially made sleeping pills into powder, which can be taken after brewing with boiling water.Yan Zhaohe poured the sedative powder into the cup, and after a moment of silence, he took out another small paper packet from his sleeve robe and poured it in.

Xun chased back to his room along the long corridor, Yan Zhaohe brought in the soothing soup and left.Standing by the window, Xun Zhui raised his head and drank the soothing soup in the cup, then closed the window, his throat moved slightly, and he lowered his head to spit the soup back into the cup again.

Before blowing out the candles, he poured the decoction into the chamber pot.

Yan Zhaohe did not fall asleep immediately after returning to the room, but waited until the servants stood at the door and said that the little emperor had already blown out the candles.

"The medicine is also drunk." The servant said again.

Hiding in the darkness, Yan Zhaohe lightly picked out the candlelight, and the candlelight danced by his hand, "Go down."

"Yes."

The day for the trial of Zhao Yuan was set and the little emperor did not go to court. It is not difficult to imagine how the courtiers talked about King Zhao and the little emperor.Yan Zhaohe must have nothing good to say about this, and the discussion about Xunzhui is also about the cliché that he is not in good health.Whether it is the little emperor who is really in poor health, but King Zhao must not be a good thing.

Yingge Xiaozhu was indeed a den of wolves, and Xun didn't meet many people, only the two who kidnapped him and Kou Dan who took care of him.Kou Dan seems to be very different from other girls in the brothel, I can't tell what the difference is, but Xun Zhui has a good impression of her.

But once he thought of Kodan's identity... Xun Zhui rolled from the right side of the bed to the left, and squirmed from the left to the lower left corner.

He couldn't sleep, maybe because he slept too much during the day.

The sourness of bayberry still lingers in the taste buds. Fruits in summer are always sour, such as bayberry or apricot.

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