I love the harem with my sweet mouth

Spring is cold.

At night, there was a light rain outside.

The cold wind blows the drizzle into the window, and occasionally a few drops hit the face, with a bone-chilling chill. Han Qingyang stood by the window and looked at the dark night in a daze. The candlelight in the room illuminated the window The view of the former clump.

Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the green banana leaves look colder and emerald.

"Master, master."

When Duozi came in with tea, he had an indelible sadness on his face. He put down the teacup and walked to the window to close it.

"Although it's spring, but the rainy night is damp and cold, and the master's body is getting better. If he catches a cold again, how should he see him tomorrow?"

He lowered his voice, closed the door, looked around again, and said, "I heard the people in the kitchen of the inn gossip that the king of Zhou is a vicious man this week, and if anything goes wrong, he will be handed over to... ..”

With lingering fear in his heart, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

After speaking, he looked at his master from the corner of his eye, seeing him standing in the light and shadow with a calm expression, he swallowed the words again.He poured a cup of hot tea and handed it over, and said softly: "The master just didn't listen to the persuasion, but unfortunately we have already arrived at the station in the suburbs of Beijing, and there is nowhere to escape if we want to escape."

He drooped his brows and looked like he was waiting to be slaughtered, which made Han Qingyang laugh.

He was originally born beautiful and beautiful, and this smile was even more like the spring wind, blowing softly on his face and falling on the tip of his heart.

Duozi sighed deeply again.

"Master, when is this, and you can still laugh?"

Han Qingyang smiled.

The matter is a foregone conclusion, don't you want him to cry if you don't laugh?

"Small people, why do you have these worries all day long? Just think about it carefully. Now that the Zhou Dynasty is dominant, I can see with cold eyes that the Great Zhou Dynasty will definitely rule the world in less than ten years. Weak people like you and me , and where can we hide? Let's just say that fate blessed us and let us escape. You are willing to live the life of rats in the street and see the light of day, but I am not willing to. How can I just focus on the own life, regardless of Qinglang..."

Han Qinglang is his twin younger brother. Although he was only born a stick of incense early, being an elder brother requires the burden of being an elder brother.

Although he was ruthless to Da Jin, he couldn't get along with his own brother just to get revenge on Da Jin.

Han Qingyang took a sip of tea, and there was a faint fragrance of tea in his mouth.

Even if he didn't look at it, he knew it was just rough tea that the servants didn't drink, but who told him that it was sent from a small remote country?Those who worship the high and step down will inevitably be contemptuous.

In this way, Duozi's two eyebrows are almost twisted into a caterpillar shape.

Their mother country, Dajin, was just a small country, and the king of Jin couldn't bear to part with his precious daughter, so he pushed his master out. It was a pity that his master was a man, and now he was wearing women's clothing, which was really humiliating.

What's even worse is that King Jin, fearing that they would have other thoughts in the middle, actually controlled the master's younger brother and forced the master to take a "poison".

As for what kind of poison it was, he didn't know.

Besides, he was not called Duozi. His original name was Xiangrui, and there was a Xiangfu who came to the Zhou Dynasty with him. Before leaving, King Jin thought that their names were not good, so he changed them to Duozi. Good luck.

I bother.

His master is a man, where did he say that he has many sons?

It's all right for these slaves to suffer some grievances, but it's just pity that his master lost his mother since he was young, and he lived a difficult life in the palace.

What is all this called?

Duozi was afraid that if he said too much, it would remind his master of the sad past, so he shut his mouth, turned around and lit sandalwood before a few cases.

The curling smoke rose, dispelling the damp and cold air in the room.

Han Qingyang sat at the table, gently stroking the porcelain-white cup with his slender jade-like fingers.

It's a pity that good fortune tricked people, originally thought that when he reached the enfeoffment of the king's land, he would be able to take his younger brother to live a peaceful life for a few days, but who would have thought that he came to Dazhou as a man by accident.

Han Qingyang got up and walked to the dressing table, looking carefully at himself in the bronze mirror.

Oh, what a beautiful face.

Such a beautiful face, I think the tyrant should like it when he sees it.

Since he was a child, he used to look at people and look for backers.

Once upon a time in Dajin, he saw that he and his younger brother had no one to rely on, so he saw the opportunity and took refuge with a concubine who was favored but would never conceive. Although the life was difficult, the two brothers were considered safe adults big.

Now that he came to Da Zhou, the only one he can rely on is the famous King of Zhou.

The famous killer and tyrant.

Think carefully,

If he can get such a backer, he will be much more relaxed in the rest of his life.

After all, Great Zhou is the most powerful state in the Seven Kingdoms, and King Zhou is a man among men. If he can catch his eyes, is there any wish that cannot be fulfilled?

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips curled into a seductive arc.

When Duozi turned his head and saw his master sitting under the dressing table by the window and smiling, his face reflected by the flickering candlelight had a strange beauty, he sighed again, "Master, I am so worried, why are you so worried?" Are you in such a good mood? You’re enjoying the rain, and you’re doing your makeup in front of the mirror?”

Han Qingyang withdrew his wandering thoughts.

"Since it's here, it's safe. We're all in Dazhou. We just need to meet the tyrant. I'm curious how many eyes and mouths this rumored tyrant who killed brothers and brothers had?"

Duozi heard that his master had such a dangerous idea, so he hurriedly approached him, persuading him nervously.

"Master, aren't you afraid at all?"

afraid?

Why should he be afraid?

If he was afraid of everything, he would have died in the harem of the Jin Dynasty long ago, so would he still exist now?

Furthermore, before leaving, King Jin specially found the best enlightenment nun in the palace to teach him how to please men.

He has been studying for three months.

At present, the theoretical knowledge has long been familiarized by heart, and it can be memorized backwards.

just short...

Besides, isn't it said that men know men best in the world?

Is the tyrant a man?

Yes.

Could it be that he can't handle a man with his appearance?

Han Qingyang squinted at him and asked, "Am I beautiful?"

The Duozizhanger monk was puzzled and nodded blankly.

Han Qingyang said again, "Then do you think King Zhou will fall in love with me?"

Duozi widened his eyes.

"Master, you..."

Duozi was so surprised that he almost bit off his tongue, stammered for a long time but couldn't think of a word to persuade him, his face was flushed anxiously, and the door was pushed open vigorously.

A cold, clammy wind blew in.

Duofu put the tray in his hand on the table with great happiness.

"Didn't Dazhou think that the country is rich and the people are strong? How come the dinner doesn't even have a little bit of meat, and no one makes people laugh. According to me, it's not as good as our Dajin."

Fortunately, he pushed open the window and said loudly on purpose, and finally closed the window sash heavily with a "bang".

Han Qingyang smiled.

Duozi and Duofu have been with him since he was a child. He knew that he must have been angered at the other end of the kitchen. Now that he returned to the house, he felt that he was at home. .

He glanced at the dishes on the table, except that they were not meaty, they were pretty good.

At least they haven't given them some leftovers.

"Come over and eat, what's your anger with these servants?"

Just as Duofu was about to open his mouth, he was frightened back by the look in Duozi's hand. He sat down resentfully, holding a bowl to eat dry rice, which tasted like chewing wax.

After a couple of mouthfuls, he finally couldn't hold back and opened his mouth.

"It's fine if they scold us as slaves, but that little screwdriver hides in the kitchen and speaks ill of the master. It's fine if I don't hear it. Of course I will be angry if I hear it. Anyway, we are also serious emperors from Dajin. ..."

Before he finished speaking, he swallowed his saliva suddenly, "Princess Seriously, how can I let them talk nonsense."

"Oh?"

Han Qingyang ate politely, "Did they say anything bad about me?"

Duofu put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, with a flattering smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's nothing. The master really doesn't need to know, so as not to pollute the master's ears."

This time it piqued his curiosity.

He is familiar with the books and scriptures sent by the nuns before, can there be any dirtier than those?

"Tell me, I just listen to it as a joke."

An indignant expression appeared on Duofu's face again.

"Master, you don't know that the screwdriver in the kitchen is so mouth-broken. I heard that one of the cooks was in the frontier barracks for a few years as the leader of the army, and he indirectly served the current king of Zhou. , he said that the king of Zhou had been injured..."

Han Qingyang knew a little about the life experience of this King of Zhou.

The king of Zhou was named Zhou Yanzong, because when he was born, he was judged to be an evil star descending into the world, who only restrained his closest relatives, and the mother and concubine who gave birth to him died of blood collapse after giving birth. He was sent to the outskirts to be raised, in an attempt to suppress his evil spirit with the blood of the army.

Until three years ago, the old king of Zhou fell ill, and the prince died suddenly.

The princes came up with endless means to seize the throne. Seeing that the Great Zhou Dynasty was about to fall into chaos, the old Zhou king remembered that there was still a son still on the border, so he quietly took the imperial decree and invited Zhou Yanzong to return to the court.

Zhou Yanzong didn't shirk it, and led his troops all the way back to the capital from the border.

In the end, he killed the rebellious third and tenth princes.

It is said that at that time, blood flowed into rivers throughout the capital, and corpses floated for thousands of miles. It took a full month for the blood to dissipate. Later, some careful people discovered that the cracks in the bricks and stones in front of the palace gate were dark red, which could not be washed away by rain and snow.

He paved the way with corpses and used blood as a medium to ascend to the throne.

Duofu leaned forward, and lowered his voice in a special way.

"Master, do you know where the injury is?"

Han Qingyang didn't bother to guess, and hit him on the head with the end of his chopsticks, "Hurry up."

Duo Fu rubbed his head and pointed to his crotch.

"here."

Han Qingyang's expression changed, and then he laughed again.

Originally, he was worried that his manhood would be exposed prematurely, and if the tyrant got angry at that time, he would die without a place to bury him.I don't want to hear such good news.

The king of Zhou, Zhou Yanzong, was inhumane!