I'm still so majestic

The way of kings.

Internally, we should adhere to the rogue line.

To implement the law of robbers externally.

This is the truth that Yan Ji realized after several lifetimes of ups and downs.

Obviously, this statement is true.

Everyone looked at Yanji, and for a moment, they saw the aura and prestige that could only be possessed after many years in power from this 16-year-old new emperor.

Yan Ji stepped forward slowly, and lowered his eyes: "I won't do anything to you. After all, I still know the truth of not killing you, but you can't have some thoughts."

As he spoke, his voice became weaker: "Understood?"

Asimu raised his head in a daze, his eyes touched Yanji's eyes that were so pale that there was no trace of emotion, his throat suddenly felt dry, and he subconsciously opened his mouth: "...Understood."

Beside him, the rest of the Eight Kingdoms came with cautious eyes and remained silent.

Everyone knew that Emperor Showa's words were not just for Asimu alone.

Not reconciled, not reconciled.

But the law of the jungle is the law of nature.

There was silence all around.

Yan Ji glanced in Xie Wenzhuo's direction, and the latter understood, and took back the long sword in his hand.Without the shackles of the sharp blade at the neck, Asimu gradually recovered, his face suddenly paled, and he lowered his head.

Yan Ji didn't look at him again, turned around and went back to sit down, looked at the silent people below, and smiled softly, her peach blossom eyes became bright again: "I won't say much else, so I still have to pay more attention on weekdays Be careful with your own words and deeds, so as not to hurt the friendship between Daqi and Chifang, and it will not look good at that time."

As he spoke, he raised his wine glass: "This matter is over, so you don't have to worry about it."

The envoy from the Nine Kingdoms was taken aback for a moment, but looked at Yan Ji who was looking at them with his lips bent.

So he reacted, and hurriedly picked up the wine glass: "Of course I won't take it to heart."

Yan Ji just laughed and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

The atmosphere in the hall was deliberately softened, and on the surface it looked the same as before. The Daqi courtiers were very relieved, and they started talking and laughing again. Compared with Chi Fang who was silent beside him,

Yan Ji looked at them, smiling heartlessly, with peach-blossom eyes and cinnabar moles, his features were picturesque, and he couldn't see the slightest indifference and solemnity just now.

The night was getting dark, and the night wind was cold outside.Yan Ji's mood was relieved, and the alcohol slowly rose, his eyes were covered with hazy water, Xie Wenzhuo watched from the side, lowered his head and passed a glass of honey water, watched him drink it, and said softly: "Your Majesty, no It's early, let's go back first."

Yan Ji also felt tired, nodded upon hearing the words, got up and said a few farewell words, and left the palace gate with Xie Wenzhuo.

He was holding the hand stove, and he was wearing a wide cloak, which made his frailty even more prominent.But at this time, no one would look at him with hidden disdain and watched him go out one by one, and the hall became lively again.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Yan Zhou sat quietly, drinking his wine with his head bowed.

The mood is messy and gloomy.

……

at night.

Xuanjing Hall.

Yan Ji's alcohol capacity has never been very good, although not one glass, but five glasses is enough.

Xie Wenzhuo helped him into the inner hall, Yan Ji leaned on the couch, bent a pair of drunken eyes, his eyes slowly moved from Xie Wenzhuo to Shao He, and then smiled and said: "Little beauty Son, what are you doing so far away from me, come closer."

Xie Wenzhuo: "..."

Shao He: "..."

Where did this habit of molesting people after drunk come from?

He must have been led astray by the prime minister and Taifu!

Shao He glared at Xie Wenzhuo: "I'm going to make sober soup for His Majesty, the Taifu will take care of it, but..."

"Ok?"

Shao He originally wanted to say don't do something shameless and impetuous, but thinking about it, he always felt that it was wrong, so he gritted his teeth and took back the words: "Anyway, that's it, I'll go first."

Xie Wenzhuo smiled: "Okay."

Shao He glanced at him again, then turned and went to the small kitchen.

Xie Wenzhuo walked to the side of the couch, Yan Ji tilted his head slightly to look at him, and after a while, he laughed: "Huh? Although this beauty looks a bit older, she is also pretty. I like it...beauty, come here, Let me touch it."

Xie Wenzhuo: "..."

Xie Wenzhuo narrowed his eyes and approached Yanji: "Where does your Majesty want to touch?"

The drunken fool froze for a moment, stretched out his hand and carefully clicked on the side of Xie Wenzhuo's eyes, he liked Xie Wenzhuo's eyes the most, they were dark and deep, and when he looked carefully, there was always a feeling of sinking into them Feel.

"It's so beautiful." Yan Ji sighed, his fingers slowly slid down, and stopped on his lips. Just when his fingertips touched the soft lips, Xie Wenzhuo suddenly smiled, and then opened his mouth, gently Licked at his fingertips.

His Majesty who was molested was very unhappy: "You are not allowed to move."

Xie Wenzhuo smiled softly: "Okay, I won't move."

Only then was Yan Ji satisfied, and his fingers continued to slide down the collarbone, and slowly unbuttoned the front of his shirt, then poked it into his chest, squinted his eyes and squeezed a few times, frowning: "Big beauty, you seem a bit flat."

Xie Wenzhuo: "..."

"But I like it." Yan Ji pinched it again: "It feels good in the hand, I think that my grand master must feel the same way when he touches it."

A strange light flashed in Xie Wenzhuo's eyes: "Teacher?"

Yan Ji hummed, and frowned again: "It's a pity that Tai Tuo is the flower of Gaoling in the abstinence department, and I will definitely not touch it... No, the Taifu is now a collapsed person, and he is no longer a flower of Gaoling, um... "

Yan Ji remembered Xie Wenzhuo's shameless teaching before, and his ears warmed up.

"what happened?"

Yan Ji sighed: "I have a secret."

The topic changed too quickly, Xie Wenzhuo paused, his eyes were bottomless: "What secret?"

"I'm a broken sleeve."

"..."

Yan Ji covered her face: "That's why I don't like the erotic pictures brought by the Tai Tuo very much. If it becomes Long Yangxiang, I might want to take a look."

Xie Wenzhuo stared at Yanji for a while, then smiled lightly.

Yan Ji touched his nose: "What are you laughing at?"

"No..." Xie Wenzhuo lowered his head and met his eyes: "That's right, it seems that His Majesty hasn't finished touching it yet, why don't you stop touching it?"

"Of course, I told you not to move." Yanji said, reaching out with one hand to untie his belt, and continuing to lower it with the other.

So when Shao He came back after making the hangover soup, he saw such a picture.

The Tai Tuo was pressed on the couch by His Majesty, half of his clothes were in half, and his belt was thrown aside, revealing his beautiful collarbone and abdominal muscles. His Majesty looked down at the Tai Tuo with his eyes bent, and his hands moved up and down on him.

Shao He: "..."

Shao He's mind was instantly swiped by the words "up and down".

Shao He held the hangover soup and didn't know what to do for a moment.

He wanted to say Xie Wenzhuo, but the Taifu was suppressed by His Majesty, so no matter how you look at it, he is a victim.

But if you want to talk about Yan Ji, Shao He is eccentric and reluctant.

The door of the inner hall was open, and the night wind slowly blew in.

"Your Majesty can't catch the wind now, close the door." Xie Wenzhuo said.

Only then did Shao He come to his senses, he closed the door with his backhand, stepped forward and bowed his head, and found that Yan Ji had fallen asleep lying on Xie Wenzhuo's body.

Xie Wenzhuo took the hangover soup: "Your Majesty."

Yan Ji opened his eyes in a daze, and let out a muffled sound, low and hoarse, Xie Wenzhuo's eyes darkened: "Your Majesty, drink the hangover soup before going to sleep, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow."

His majesty who was drunk had nothing wrong with him other than being a hooligan. Hearing what he said, he sat up with a hmm, and was fed spoonful by spoonful of hangover soup by Xie Wenzhuo.

Some medicinal herbs to help sleep were put in the soup, and Yan Ji's eyes quickly became confused again.

Xie Wenzhuo smiled, and said warmly: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, go to sleep."

Yan Ji nodded, and lay down, he was indeed tired, and his breathing became even soon.

Xie Wenzhuo stood up cautiously, covered him with a quilt, and smiled: "Let's go."

Shao He nodded and turned off the lights.

Outside the hall, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the night breeze is slightly cool.

……

One day, envoys from nine countries left Beijing.

On this day when all the officials rested, Yan Ji sent Yan Zhou to send them out of Beijing according to the etiquette. He sat in the Xuanjing Palace holding a hand stove to watch the peach blossoms. After watching for a while, he habitually turned his head and chatted with Xie Wenzhuo before remembering Taifu is not here.

Today Xie Wenzhuo said that he wanted to buy some books, so he left the palace early in the morning.

When Shao He came in and saw Yan Ji standing by the open window, he became anxious immediately, and stepped forward to close the wooden window: "Your Majesty, Imperial Doctor Zheng said you can't blow the wind, how can you stand here, and you still have to say clearly I can't drink alcohol, but I still drank a lot yesterday, fortunately there was a Taifu by my side at that time, otherwise..."

Seemingly thinking of something afterwards, Shao He blushed and stopped talking.

Yan Ji didn't notice his expression, and said helplessly, "I'm fine, there's no need to make such a fuss, and I didn't feel a headache, although I was a little drunk last night, I didn't feel anything wrong in my memory. It's all right."

It is also a happy thing to not remember things after being drunk.

Shao He sighed, feeling that His Majesty would not want to know what he did to his courtiers after he was drunk.

But this kind of thought that does not pay attention to one's own body cannot exist.

Shao He looked up at his face, and shook his head firmly: "No, His Majesty's face is still a little pale, this body must be well maintained, and mistakes are easy to make if you don't pay attention, Your Majesty..."

Once the small talker started talking, he couldn't stop at all, Yan Ji returned to sit on the couch, and sighed softly.

In order to avoid being nagged, when Xie Wenzhuo came back, Yan Ji went directly to the imperial study.

Da Qi has nothing serious to do recently, and there are only a few memorials on the case, Yan Ji quickly approved it, leaning on the back of the chair, talking to Xie Wenzhuo.

Soon, the outside palace announced: "Your Majesty, the prime minister has arrived."

Yan Ji saw that it was indeed the time when Fu Zhihuai came to send love poems every day, and sighed: "In the future, if the prime minister comes at this time, there is no need to notify, just let him in."

Shao He agreed, and after a while, Fu Zhihuai pushed the door open and walked in with flirtatious smiles on his brows and eyes.Yan Ji glanced at him, before he continued to speak: "Bring it."

Fu Zhihuai took out the letter from his pocket with a smile and handed it over.

Yan Ji opened his head and glanced down, and found that the level of shamelessness in love poetry had suddenly risen several levels, and he had successfully completed the ultimate breakthrough from ambiguous texts to third-level dirty texts.

Yanji: "..."

Prime Minister, what have you experienced this night?

Yan Ji was silent, feeling that the indescribable feeling he had when he saw the prime minister's love letter for the first time came back.

Fu Zhihuai looked in a good mood, and smiled very sternly: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"..." Yanji felt that it was too scary not to have someone to sleep with for a long time.

He coughed dryly: "I think...excellent."

There are now more than a dozen love letters that Fu Zhihuai brought. Every time he asks about how he feels about Yanji, Yanji himself is annoyed.

Yan Ji looked at him and smiled, and felt that the prime minister was probably overwhelmed, so he glanced at his lower body compassionately.

Fu Zhihuai: "..."

What's with that look? !

Yan Ji was very embarrassed and touched his nose.

Xie Wenzhuo stood behind with a bright smile, and stretched out his hand to pack the letterhead in Yan Ji's hand and put it in a small wooden box.Yan Ji let him take it, and was about to say a few words to comfort Fu Zhihuai when there was a knock on the door.

Shao He stood by the door: "Your Majesty, the lord please see me."