Yuanzhong poultry

Zhao Jun lost his temper and didn't want to leave. This master didn't want to leave, so naturally no one dared to push him away.

Zhao Jun sat down on the main seat very bluntly: "You all go down."

The wild prey must be tamed.It's time for him to teach this brat a lesson.

"Abai." Zhao Jun took a cup of tea and sighed lightly, "Why do you not want to see me so much?"

Yu Bai reluctantly said: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, how dare Yu Bai refuse to see you."

If you know I don't want to see you, go back quickly!Have all the court affairs been settled?Has the memorial been approved?Did the Huns repel it?Has lost ground been regained?

——Even though Zhao Jun told him that he had been taken as a shadow guard by Zhao Jun and had been inseparable for two years, Yu Bai always felt that something was wrong, as if it was not the case.

No evidence, just a hunch.As for what was wrong... As for Zhao Jun, he dared not make a conclusion.

"Yu Bai, I'm more tolerant of you because of your meritorious service in suppressing chaos and amnesia." Zhao Jun said in a faint voice, "Although you don't remember that you are my shadow guard, you should always remember that I am a shadow guard." emperor."

Yu Bai pursed his lips and did not answer.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Zhao Jun said calmly, "Could it be that you feel that I am in your heart and not worthy of the throne?"

"Yu Bai dare not."

Zhao Jun looked at him coldly.He said he didn't dare, but he knelt neatly, but his back was straight.If these ministers were told these words, I am afraid that by now they would be sweating profusely and throwing themselves in front of him, shouting for His Majesty's enlightenment.

Zhao Jun snorted lightly: "I didn't see that you didn't dare."

Yu Baigong said: "Your Majesty is the son of heaven, occupying the whole country, governing martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, and martial arts, how can you say that you are not worthy of the throne."

"Cultural governance and martial arts, martial arts are brilliant" - Zhao Jun suddenly recalled the past, Yu Bai once scolded him for "disregarding the law, licentious and immoral, unbearable to be the lord of the world".

The reprimand was loud, but ironically, Yu Bai woke up from the dragon bed and his arms.

And how did Zhao Jun respond at that time?

He firmly restrained the youth's youthful waist, and rubbed his face with his rough knuckles: "Disregarding the law, licentiousness and immorality? I am the emperor, and what I do is the law. Ah Bai, what can you do?" ?”

Yu Bai's fragile struggle was ignored, only to hear Zhao Jun laughing again: "As for being unbearable to be the lord of the world? A Bai, as long as I am still on this throne for a day, I will not let you leave this deep palace for half a step. "

He remembered the young man's handsome face full of resentment, and his callused hands with sharp joints. In the past, he could tame fierce horses and swing swords to kill enemies, but now he could only hold them tightly in his palms.In stark contrast to the heroic hair in the past, that young body was still trembling under his palms, and his fair skin was full of traces from last night.

But now Yu Bai knelt in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, occupying the whole world of Kyushu, governing martial arts, martial arts, and martial arts, so there is no saying that he is not worthy of the throne."

The boy was born with a bone made of bamboo, even if he kneels on the ground, he will not break half of his bones. If he wants to subdue him by force, he will only be broken into powder——Zhao Jun warned himself not to repeat the mistakes he made two years ago.It is indeed a wonderful thing to have a fierce horse in the grassland.It's just that if the horse doesn't run anymore, what's the point?

"Abai, if I were still Qi Zhao, would you still talk to me like this?"

Yu Bai didn't move, but Zhao Jun noticed with sharp eyes that his fingertips hanging by his side were clinging to his sleeve.Before Yu Bai could speak, Zhao Jun had already sighed: "You are still seriously injured, get up and sit here."

"I met you when I was the prince. At that time, I was still called Qi Zhao, and I had nothing to say to you." Zhao Jun motioned for Yu Bai to sit beside him, and handed him a glass of wine. It's hard work, although it is of royal blood, but because of the inferiority of the mother's family, it was not valued by the previous emperor, so it is not easy to ascend to the throne."

Yu Bai subconsciously took a sip of his wine, and said smoothly, "Your Majesty has gone through hardships and ascended to the throne, and he will become a generation of Mingjun" before he could say it, but Zhao Jun sighed softly: "Zhen... I am the only confidant of you, sorry Abai Now they don’t consider me a friend anymore.”

"Is Abai complaining to me? Blaming me for bringing you to Chang'an to be the shadow guard, and not being able to set foot on the battlefield to realize your ambition like you once hoped?"

Fine wine and jade wine are the best at paralyzing memory.Yu Bai stared at the king in front of him, the place of the lost memory was empty, suddenly there was a sourness that was hard to describe.

He whispered: "Your Majesty, forgive me, but Yu Bai dare not."

Zhao Jun sneered lightly, raised his head and took a sip of wine: "If you don't complain, what crime do you want me to forgive?"

"Whether it's the court or the rivers and lakes, or wandering in the dark, if you can protect the peace of the country with your own body, Yu Bai has no complaints." Yu Bai stated quietly, "It's just..."

It's just that he doesn't remember.

He remembered that he was Yu Bai, the bastard son of Yu's parents, Fang Xingsan, whose biological mother died young, and was brought up by his elder sister, Yu Wan.This is what the memories he has accumulated in the 17 years since his birth told him.

He was involved in King Ning's rebellion, bid farewell to his family and relatives, and became a shadow guard beside Zhao Jun. He followed him all the way south to Chang'an, the capital, and lost his memory for two years because of the chaos.This is what the Ninth Five-Year Lord named Zhao Jun told him.

He had no reason not to believe it.

"Just what?" Zhao Jun pressed harder and harder, "It's just that you don't want to stay with me? It's just that you don't think I'm worthy of being...the Lord of the World?"

He originally thought that this conversation would end without a problem with a business-like "Your Majesty forgives the sin", but unexpectedly heard Yu Bai say: "Although Yu Bai has lost his memory, he is not stupid. Your Majesty is indeed the Lord of Britain. It is Yu Bai's fortune to meet His Majesty."

Yu Bai took a deep breath, and continued: "It's just...it's just that I forgot too many things, and I have to find them slowly. Your Majesty...can you give me some time?"

Zhao Jun stared at him closely, watching him drink up the cup of wine: "Recently, I always think, what kind of two years have these two years been? I seem to be very familiar with this palace, but I don't have a single person here. Family and friends, His Majesty told me, I can't remember half of it at all."

Compared with money and power, perhaps memory is a person's foothold.

Yu Bai was born drinking easily, not to mention the spirits sent from the northwest.The sides of his cheeks were blushing quickly, but he poured another glass quite proudly.Zhao Jun stared at it silently for a while, then stretched out his hand to stop him: "Drink less, you don't drink well."

Yu Bai shook his wine glass and smiled at him: "Your Majesty should know that Yu Bai was born in Saibei, so how could he not drink well? Eldest sister praised me for not getting drunk after a thousand glasses of wine. Would you like to drink with me, Your Majesty?"

Zhao Jun, who was watching with that smile, was stunned.He raised his glass and touched Yu Bai, but took the glass away from Yu Bai's hand very bluntly: "The imperial doctor does not allow you to drink too much, one glass is enough."

"Oh." One cup is indeed enough—enough for Mr. Yu, who was born in Saibei, who thinks he is not drunk after a thousand cups, to become a drunk shrimp.Yu Bai murmured: "Maybe you will regain your memory when you're drunk."

This dangerous idea stopped Zhao Jun's movements immediately.After a while, Zhao Jun held his wrist bone and said in a warm voice, "Why hurt your body. I will accompany you to slowly retrieve the memory."

Yu Bai looked down, stretched out his hand to hold his fingertips, and raised a bright smile: "Okay."