King's Landing [Rebirth]

Qi Sui happened to celebrate his fiftieth birthday before leaving, and he hosted a banquet for the guests in the mansion that night. It's all about thinking.

Wang Shuzhi went back to the prime minister's mansion full of wine and food, took advantage of the wine and refused to leave Sima Rong's room, put his arms around his waist and buried his head in his neck, his mouth was burning, his eyes were drunk, he didn't know what it was True, somewhat false.

Sima Rong rubbed him into a mess, wanted to help him go back to rest, but his feet were unsteady, he fell a few steps back and let him push him down on the couch, his face turned dark immediately: "Prime Minister, are you pretending to be drunk?"

Wang Shuzhi squinted his drunken eyes and smiled silently, suddenly took his lips and kissed him deeply.

Sima Rong's mind buzzed, and he quickly lost his mind. It seemed that the whole body was lingering with the smell of wine in his mouth. It didn't take a moment for the smell of wine to make him a little drunk. The man pushed away hard and hurriedly got down on the bed.

Wang Shuzhi quickly grabbed his hand, his eyes sparkling: "Yan Qing, don't go."

Sima Rong turned around and saw that his brows were frowned, his clothes were slightly disheveled, and his eyes were staring at him, but he was not as clear-headed as usual. Guessing that he was really drunk, he felt a little sinking in his heart for no reason, so he leaned over to help him. He took off the clogs, pulled the thin quilt to cover him, and asked someone to bring a basin of hot water to wipe his face.

Wang Shuzhi's gaze was firmly locked on his face all the time, with a smile in his drunken eyes, he said softly, "You finally didn't drive me away."

Sima Rong took off the jade crown and untied his hair for him. Hearing this, his hands trembled and he quickly gathered himself together: "Prime Minister is awake? Then this subordinate will send you back to rest."

Wang Shuzhi shook his head, moved inside, made room for more than half of him, grabbed his hand, and smiled in a trance: "Yan Qing, I have never tasted this kind of feeling. I think about it every day and every night. I can't wait to tie you by my side all the time... I was having a banquet in Qi's mansion just now, and I was faced with so many hypocritical and submissive smiling faces, but my mind was full of you, the more I thought about it, the more empty my heart became..."

Sima Rong trembled when he heard it, his gloomy eyes became flustered, he didn't know where to land his gaze, he turned around, and finally couldn't help but fixate on his deep pupils, the hand held by him was a little bit Trembling, she almost couldn't help caressing his cheek, but when she was struggling, she forced him to press against his face, and suddenly felt her palm burning.

Wang Shuzhi gently rubbed his palm, tilted his head to kiss, held his slender fingers, sighed contentedly, stopped talking, and just closed his eyes to rest.

Sima Rong looked at his rare appearance of showing weakness, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly raged and overflowed in his heart like a tidal wave, which couldn't be stopped.

After an unknown period of time, Sima Rong felt his hand loosen, and heard his breathing was long and soothing. Only then did he realize that he was really drunk, so he slowly pulled out his hand and put it on his side instead, quietly staring at him. his face.

This face looked extremely serious when he fell asleep, which was quite different from his usual flirtatious smile. His brows and eyes were so calm that he seemed to be a different person, but he could see his heart beating faster and his mouth dry.

Unexpectedly, Sima Rong leaned over to him, getting closer and closer, his dark eyes became a little drunk, as if uncontrollable, he lightly touched the corner of his lips, and in just a short moment, the opening on the tip of his heart suddenly slammed open. Being pulled even bigger, the ups and downs of his chest suddenly became a little hurried.

Wang Shuzhi closed his eyes, clenched his hands under the quilt, wishing to hug him tightly and press him down immediately, but in the end he didn't do anything. Even so, his heart was already filled with strong surprise, and the surprise couldn't be controlled. And said: "Yan Qing..."

Sima Rong woke up suddenly, stepped back quickly, and saw that his eyes were closed all the time, as if he was still drunk, and sat in such a daze for a long time, finally raised his hand and rubbed heavily between his brows a few times, sighed annoyedly, confused. He lay down beside him with his clothes on.

The next day, Wang Shuzhi didn't seem to remember anything, and looked at him with a smile as usual, but his eyes were more intense than before.

Sima Rong suddenly realized what it means to be a "guilty thief", and he was so regretful that he could only force himself to calm down, and he was relieved when he arrived at the shogunate after dinner.

When Ji Li saw him coming, his face showed embarrassment, he hesitated for a long time, and finally handed over all the remaining documents to him.

Sima Rong took it and turned it over, nodded and smiled at him: "Thank you, Brother Ji." Then he carried the documents and walked in, passing by Ding Wenshi, and glanced at him, not caring about his ugly look, Smile at him.

Ding Wenshi's face darkened even more, but he didn't dare to open his mouth again.

Sima Rong sat in front of his case and was flipping through the paperwork when he suddenly heard someone walk in and excitedly say, "Qi Sui has fallen ill!"

At this time in the court hall, the emperor heard that Qi Sui did not go out as scheduled, so he couldn't help but sullenly asked, "Why did Master Qi get sick so well? What kind of disease did he have?"

The servant who sent the message replied in a respectful voice: "I heard that I had a bad stomach. I just got up in the middle of the night and ran a dozen times. At this moment, my whole body is weak and I can't even climb up. If I want to think about Gong again, I have to be held up. You see, it's really serious."

The emperor frowned when he heard this: "There were so many people in Qi's mansion yesterday, how could it be him who didn't spoil his stomach?"

"This..." The waiter broke out in cold sweat, "I don't know."

The echo in the main hall was loud, and the courtiers below could hear their words clearly. Thinking of Qi Sui's miserable appearance, they couldn't help laughing smugly. They all lowered their heads and glanced at Wang Shuzhi with all their eyeballs.

Wang Shuzhi was in a good mood today, the smile on his face was like March in spring, when the emperor waved his hand to let the servants go down, Shi Shiran stood up, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Qi is seriously ill. I'm afraid it will be difficult for a day or two. Why don't you do it the other way?" Send someone."

The emperor waved his hand: "No, just wait two more days."

"The king of Yongkang is seriously ill. If the emperor delays in arranging someone to visit him, I'm afraid it's wrong!" Wang Shuzhi didn't wait for him to refute, and said, "All the ministers in the palace are the emperor's ministers, and they must be looking forward to sharing the emperor's worries. , if the emperor insists on assigning this matter to Lord Qi, even if Lord Qi is seriously ill, he still has to wait for him to recover from his illness, won't this make other courtiers feel disappointed?"

The ministers below all wiped off their cold sweats, wanting to say "I'm not disappointed" to appease the emperor, but they were afraid of offending the powerful prime minister, all of them turned pale.

"This..." The emperor's face was extremely ugly, "Your lords just do your best. As for my family affairs, your lords don't have to fight over everything."

Wang Shuzhi smiled and said: "What the emperor said is very true, but Mr. Qi is too sick to come to court in the morning. I am afraid that he will not even be able to do his duty..."

"..." The emperor's forehead was twitching with veins, and he took a deep breath, "Then who does the prime minister think is more appropriate?"

Wang Shuzhi didn't answer, turned around to look at his colleagues, and asked with a smile: "I wonder if any of you, my lords, would like to go?"

Xie Yi was the first to stand up: "I am willing to go."

Xie Yi is Xie Zhuo's cousin and Sima Rong's cousin, and he was only transferred to the capital this year, but his rank is not high. When he comes out, most of the people with higher rank than him can't stay out of it, and the hall is very lively.

The emperor is as big as a fight. Last time, he ignored everyone's suggestions and insisted on using his own people, which has already caused dissatisfaction among many aristocratic families. It will be difficult to repeat the same old tricks this time, but look at the large area below is Wang Shuzhi's. People, he didn't even want to use them. In the end, there was nothing he could do, so he had to make a compromise and chose someone who didn't rely on either side. He reluctantly said: "Well... then thank you, sir."

The prince's ministers were dissatisfied immediately: "Although Mr. Xie is rich and famous, his official rank is not high after all. Sending Mr. Xie there may not be able to show the sincerity of the emperor!"

Xie Yi's face was serious, and he said respectfully: "I implore the emperor to allow your ministers to go."

Seeing the festival is like seeing the emperor, and those who hold the festival are like the emperor coming in person. Why worry about not showing sincerity?It's just that this request was made by the courtier himself, which seems a bit inappropriate. What's more, this person is not an important minister, and this trip is not a big deal. It is a bit courageous to ask for integrity...

Xie Yi's short sentence silenced the prince's party, but it also surprised the people on Wang Shuzhi's side, and even the emperor changed his face slightly.

The emperor is in a dilemma, this is not right, that is not right, almost only the nostrils are left to breathe, thinking that there is no other way at the moment, there are not many people who are neutral in court, Xie Yi is still his brother-in-law, You can barely use it, and finally waved your hand helplessly: "Yes."

After the matter was decided, Wang Shuzhi returned to the prime minister's mansion, looked at Sima Rong, and smiled meaningfully: "Today is really a surprise. The Xie family, who has always been wise and protective, suddenly changed his temper and showed his edge in the court."

Sima Rong's face remained unchanged, only slightly puzzled: "How to show your sharpness?"

Wang Shuzhi took a deep look at him, and told the story of the early court.

Sima Rong lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, and said calmly: "Since Mrs. Xie is willing to wade into this muddy water, the Prime Minister might as well wait and see what happens. Maybe this matter will be beneficial to the Prime Minister. After all, Mrs. Xie had contact with King Yongkang before, so it must be Deliberately favoritism."

Wang Shuzhi pinched his chin to force him to look up, stared at him, and laughed: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Sima Rong tilted his head to avoid his hand.

Wang Shuzhi twirled his fingers, his expression was a bit aftertaste, and he laughed in a low voice: "If I get drunk, I can sleep with you. I really hope to be drunk every night."

The tips of Sima Rong's ears burned immediately, and he said coldly, "Drunkenness hurts your body, the Prime Minister should take it easy."

"Well, what Yan Qing said is reasonable, but it's better to hurt the body than hurt the spirit!"

Sima Rong: "..."

Wang Shuzhi raised his hand to touch his lips, and sighed softly: "I don't know why, I always feel a little itchy here today, and it's just summer, so there are mosquitoes so early?"

Sima Rong turned around: "I still have documents that I haven't read yet..."

"Yan Qing!" Wang Shuzhi hurriedly grabbed his hand and said with concern, "Did you ever get bitten by a mosquito last night?"

"No." Sima Rong squeezed out two words from his lips, paused, and turned around again.

"Yan Qing!" Wang Shuzhi pulled him back again, held his finger against his lips, and said nervously, "I don't know how big the mosquito is, please help me to see, has it ever been bitten and swollen?"

Sima Rong's fingertips seemed to be scalded, so he quickly pulled them out. Seeing his innocent face, his heart ached, he gritted his teeth and held back, and asked, "Is there anything else the Prime Minister wants to do?"

"Gone."

"..." Sima Rong turned and left without saying a word.