I love the harem with my sweet mouth

Clear sky.

A carriage passed by leisurely.

"Well, why did you think of going out to play?"

Han Qingyang was pillowed on Zhou Yanzong's lap, holding a bunch of grapes in his hand, and occasionally ate one.A few days ago, he got the news that Cao Huan had been caught, so he hurried to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but when he arrived, he saw Wang Shou directing people to carry Wang Shou's body out.

He glanced at it, pulled Wang Shou and asked, "Where's the antidote?"

Wang Shou nodded.

"His Majesty personally interrogated him. Is there anything I can't get?" After finishing speaking, Han Qingyang left in a hurry, and Han Qingyang's heart fell to the ground. These days, he has always been obsessed with Zhou Yanzong, and it is rare to go out together today.

Zhou Yanzong put his hands around his lips and coughed lightly twice.

Han Qingyang sat up in a jerk, seeing that his face was pale and his eyes looked tired, he just put the back of his hand on his forehead to test the temperature, and then muttered: "Hasn't the curse already been lifted? I Why do you still look sick?"

Zhou Yanzong smiled at him, and held his hand in his palm to play with. Han Qingyang's ten fingers were slender, with well-proportioned joints, and his nails were lightly pink.

"As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain, and sickness goes like a thread. There is no reason for it to get better so quickly. I see you are only concerned, and you will be chaotic."

Han Qingyang lay down again, and said with a smile, "You are my husband, my hope and backer for the rest of my life, can I not care?"

Zhou Yanzong tugged at the corner of his lips.

"When you meet someone later, you should be more polite."

Han Qingyang was puzzled, "Who are we going to meet today? Since I met you, I have never seen you be so cautious to anyone? I have been explaining to you since yesterday, and now I look at you more and more. Like a little old man, always chattering."

Zhou Yanzong lowered his eyes and curled his fingers to catch a strand of long hair on his sideburns.

Cao Huan didn't explain how to break the curse until he died, so he couldn't help but plan for the worst. He has been ill these days, seeing Han Qingyang's insight in political affairs, plus the previous disaster relief, Zhou Yanzong felt that One day when he was really gone, he believed that Han Qingyang could take care of himself and support this huge dynasty for him.

Han Qingyang said this in a fluttering manner, but he didn't hear a response for a long time. He raised his eyes and saw Zhou Yanzong's mind was far away, leaning on the wall of the car, what was he thinking?

He reached out and gave him a shudder, "Did you hear what I just said?"

Zhou Yanzong let out a "hmm".

Han Qingyang looked at him and asked, "Then what did I say?"

Zhou Yanzong's thin lips were tightly pursed, and after the two of them looked at each other for a while, he preemptively leaned over and kissed those moist red lips.

When the kiss was over, Han Qingyang's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were filled with mist, and he half-lyed on his body, and said softly: "I just said that even if you become a little old man, you are still my husband." , I still like it."

There was a deep smile in Zhou Yanzong's eyes, but there was a deep reluctance hidden under the smile.

After the carriage left the city, it drove for a while and then entered the mountain road. It bumped all the way until noon and finally arrived at a small village.This village is not big, there are only twenty or thirty families, perhaps near noon, there is a curl of smoke rising up into the blue sky with the wind.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the village.

Zhou Yanzong got out of the car first, then helped Han Qingyang down, and then the two held hands and went to a thatched hut at the east end of the village.

The thatched cottage is very simple, with a yard surrounded by a fence. A lot of flowers and trees are planted in the yard, and large vines are wrapped around the fence, which decorates the whole yard quite well.

"Excuse me, is old Mr. Sang there? The junior Zhou Yanzong has something to ask to see."

Han Qingyang tilted his head and looked at the people around him. He always felt that Zhou Yanzong was a little strange these days, but he couldn't say exactly where the strangeness was.

After a while, an old man with white beard and hair came out of the house. Although the old man was old and only wore ordinary coarse linen clothes, his hair was combed meticulously and his clothes were neat and clean.

He walked over, with a pair of cloudy old eyes shining with wisdom, he looked at Zhou Yanzong, then at Han Qingyang, and opened the courtyard door.

"What do you want to do with the old man?"

Zhou Yanzong saluted respectfully, Han Qingyang also saluted after seeing him like this.

"Can I come in and talk?"

Zhou Yanzong was extremely polite and extremely patient.

Sang Zhi snorted coldly, walked into the room with a flick of his sleeves, "The one surnamed Zhou comes in, and the one next to you is waiting outside." His words were extremely blunt, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

Although Han Qingyang didn't know who this person was or what he was capable of, but seeing that even though he was old, he was still strong and energetic, he knew that he was not an ordinary person, and even Zhou Yanzong treated him differently, so he didn't dare to underestimate him. He just said yes respectfully, and stayed outside, enjoying the scenery in the small courtyard.

Zhou Yanzong followed Sang Zhi into the house.

Although the interior of the house is simple, it is decorated with artistic conception, such as flowers in vases, or various agricultural tools and even branches as decorations.

Sang Zhi sat down at the table, took the small stove to boil water, and made tea.

Zhou Yanzong didn't urge him, he just sat quietly.After the tea had passed through three or four times, Sang Zhi poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. He took a sip after thanking him, and felt the fragrance of the tea overflowing with endless aftertaste.

Sang Zhi lowered his eyebrows.

"How about this tea?"

Zhou Yanzong was a little embarrassed, so he just said truthfully: "The old man also knows that I was born in the army, even if I am a rough man, I can't taste the advantages of this tea. I just think it has a faint fragrance. In terms of taste, it is not as good as my usual taste. The rough tea you drink has a stronger taste."

Sang Zhi smiled.

"It's rare for you to be real."

He has assisted three generations of emperors in his life and met countless people. What is even more rare is that although Zhou Yanzong is an emperor, he is willing to condescend to come here in person. His words and deeds are even more pleasing, unlike those who practice fraud.

"What is your majesty here?"

Zhou Yanzong was stunned for a moment.

Sang Zhi said again: "Although I'm not in Beijing, news still reaches my ears from time to time."

Zhou Yanzong performed the great gift of apprenticeship.

"The old man has seen countless people in his life, and he should have seen that my ability is only on the battlefield. I am really mediocre in government affairs, but I am my wife..." He glanced outside.

"I also ask the old gentleman to accept him as a disciple and teach him how to govern the country. I thank the old gentleman on behalf of the people of Da Zhou."

Although Sang Zhi also heard that Zhou Yanzong married a male concubine, he really didn't expect the two to have such a deep relationship. He frowned, "I'm old..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Yanzong.

"Old man, don't rush to refuse, listen to me carefully. Last year, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou and other places, and the people suffered unspeakably. My wife was kind and spared no effort to go to the disaster relief. This one, one after another, can't be faked. If the old man doesn't believe it, he can send someone to ask, the people in Yongzhou, from the old man to the babbling child, all know Han Qingyang."

Sang Zhi was silent, caressing the teacup with his old hand.

Zhou Yanzong said again: "And my life is not long. It is inevitable that the Great Zhou will fall into turmoil again and the people will be displaced. Only by handing over the throne to a capable and virtuous person can I rest assured. If you are confused, or have selfish intentions, you might as well get in touch with your wife for a while, I think you will fall in love with him."

He fixedly looked at Sang Zhi.

"He will be a qualified student and a wise king."

The house is quiet.

Sang Zhi sighed, "Forget it, forget it, send someone to pick me up and return to Beijing tomorrow."

......

On the way back to the city, Han Qingyang wanted to ask Zhou Yanzong what he had said to Sang Zhi in the room several times, but his face was full of fatigue, and he only carefully pressed his forehead.

After entering the city, the sky had just darkened, and a large group of fire clouds printed the sky in layers of orange.

Zhou Yanzong opened his eyes, "Qing Yang, you go back to the palace first, I'll talk to Qi Meng and the others about something."

Han Qingyang refused to obey, and held his arm without letting go.

"If there is something to ask Wang Shou to ask someone to come into the palace, besides, I don't know what's going on with your brothers. Why do you want to leave me today? I guess it's not a good thing?"

Zhou Yanzong smiled helplessly.

His family's Qingyang became sticky, making people reluctant to let go.

I had no choice but to persuade: "I quietly prepared a big gift for you and put it with Qi Meng and the others. If you go together, wouldn't you be surprised?"

Han Qingyang pecked lightly on his lips, and said softly.

"Come back earlier, and drink less alcohol, your body has not recovered yet..."

Zhou Yanzong stretched out his hand and hooked him into his arms.

"Who is like the little old man?"

......

Qi mansion.

Li Zhuang, Qi Meng and the other soldiers all remained silent.

Zhou Yanzong picked up the wine on the table, raised his head and drank it all.

"Don't be so sad, I'm not dead yet? Besides, I've called you here today to tell you something, so there's no need to be so heavy."

Li Zhuang's eyes were slightly red, and he cupped his hands and said, "They are all my brothers, Brother Ninth can just order you if you have something to do, brothers will never refuse."

Zhou Yanzong patted him on the shoulder.

"I... If I die, there is only one person that I can't let go of. I have to ask my brothers to help take care of him. No matter what the situation is, promise me to protect him for me."

he.

Even if he didn't say his name, everyone knew that he was talking about Han Qingyang.

Qi Meng wiped his tears with his sleeve.

"Brother Jiu, you'll be offended if you say that. He will be our sister-in-law Jiu for a day, and he will be for the rest of his life. Don't worry..."

Zhou Yanzong clasped his fists and thanked him solemnly.

"Thank you guys."

Qi Meng poured him another drink, but Zhou Yanzong evaded it and said: "Qing Yang won't let me drink more, when I recover later, let's drink him for three days and three nights, how about it?"

......

This Han Qingyang returned to the palace.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he called Wang Shou in after thinking twice.

"Eunuch Wang, do you know who Sang Zhi is?"

Wang Shou frowned, thought for a long time, then slapped his head suddenly, and exclaimed: "The master is talking about Mr. Sang Zhisang, the elder of the three dynasties? He is a hero of our Great Zhou Dynasty. He has been in the court for dozens of years. He is upright and upright, and is most respected and loved by others. Mr. Sang has been in office for many years, why does the master mention him in such a good manner?"

Han Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, and he said slowly, "Your Majesty took me to see him today."

"what?"

Wang Shou lost his voice, with an uncertain expression on his face.

Han Qingyang keenly sensed that he must know something, walked straight up to him, grabbed his arm and asked eagerly: "Eunuch Wang, you and I are old acquaintances, today I don't care about master and servant, I only ask you , Has something happened to His Majesty?"

Wang Shou's arm was pinched by him for a while, and he finally sighed.

"Actually, the blood curse on His Majesty has not been undone at all. Cao Huanlai was captured that day, and he died before he could say a few words. His Majesty has been relying on ginseng soup and medicine to keep his spirits up for the past few days." , this is how you deceived the master..."

Han Qingyang couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, his ears were buzzing, and he sat down on the ground slumped, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away.

So Zhou Yanzong took him to see Sangzhi because he wanted to...

Dying care "orphan"?

The author has something to say: Don't worry, His Majesty will be fine.