King's Landing [Rebirth]

Sima Shan stopped at the same spot, frowning and thinking hard, suddenly a flash of lightning struck in his mind, making him dizzy, staggering and almost falling.

That's... a night suit, right?

Although he only glanced at it briefly, his eyesight is so good that it is absolutely impossible to make a mistake. The material of the clothes is very good, but there is no pattern at all, and the waist and sleeves are tightly tucked, so it is not something a servant can afford to wear. , nor are they worn by normal people at normal times.

The only possibility is that it is a night gown, no matter what the status of the visitor, he is either rich or noble, and has excellent skills. Looking at the waist that is by no means slender, it should not be a woman.

No no not a woman? !

Sima Shan was startled by this sudden thought, turned his head and stared blankly at the closed door behind him for a while, and finally withdrew his gaze, rubbed his chin and turned around in circles, feeling like he had a splitting headache.

Why do you always feel very similar to what Prime Minister Wang was wearing that night?

The more Sima Shan thought about it, the more weird he felt. He stared straight, turned around and strode back, but he hesitated again when he reached the door, gritted his teeth, turned and left again, and stopped unwillingly after walking a few steps, rubbing his swollen head , with a tangled face.

In the room, Wang Shuzhi was still lying under Sima Rong's body, listening all the time, pretending to be very interested.

Sima Rong didn't have the slightest background in martial arts, so naturally he couldn't hear much movement, but he could guess some by looking at his expression, so he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Why? Haven't you left yet?"

Wang Shuzhi smiled lightly and shook his head: "His Royal Highness King Jing is very concerned about you."

"Yes." Sima Rong's tone was somewhat gentle, "I depend on him for life. Without him, I would have died a long time ago. Without me, it would be difficult for him to live to this day."

Naturally, Wang Shuzhi knew that the palace walls seemed to be full of flowers, but in fact they were dragons' lakes and tigers' lairs. He felt distressed when he heard it, and stroked his eyebrows with his fingers: "Why doesn't the queen mother ignore you? Although she doesn't care about affairs, she still wants to protect a grandson. As for being so difficult."

Sima Rong laughed at himself: "I'm a useless person, what else can I do for the Xie family? The queen mother was also very good to me. Although the blood is far away, they are closely related to the Xie family. I have put in all my effort to seek medical advice for me. It’s just that I haven’t seen any improvement. Instead of wasting effort on me, it’s better to save some time..."

Wang Shuzhi's eyes were slightly cold, and he quickly pulled him close to him, blocking his words with a kiss.

What the queen mother did was driven by profit, which was completely natural in the eyes of the royal family and even all the aristocrats, but when it came to Sima Rong, he couldn't control his anger from his heart.

Sima Rong understood what he was thinking, and a smile appeared in his eyes, leaning on his chest, allowing him to gently stroke his back, enjoying a moment of loveliness.

It was late at night, the two were silent for a while, and the surroundings were peaceful.

Wang Shuzhi sighed, turning over in a condescending posture, gently stroking his neck with his fingertips, pulling at the hem of his clothes indistinctly, with deep reluctance in his eyes, he muttered: "Now you are not the prime minister. It's hard for me to see you once."

Sima Rong grabbed his hand: "You should go back."

Wang Shuzhi paused for a moment, laughed, opened his clothes a little, and said calmly: "Nu Simi has admired His Highness for a long time, since Lang has a lover and concubine, His Highness will let you serve him for a while."

Sima Rong looked at the "concubine" who was pressing on him, and the corners of his mouth twitched. When his chest felt cold, he panicked and pushed him hurriedly, and said in a low voice, "There are eyes and ears of the emperor in the mansion, be careful not to disturb them!"

Wang Shuzhi knew it well in his heart, so he naturally knew that he should not act foolishly, he just couldn't bear to leave, so he touched his waist and squeezed it lightly, and said aggrievedly: "Anyway, King Jing bumped into him, Your Highness won't let this slave serve you, and this slave will have no face tomorrow I've met someone."

Sima Rong: "..."

As Wang Shuzhi spoke, he wanted to put his hand into the hem of his clothes.

Sima Rong had a headache and said with a stiff face, "Since you like being my maid so much, you can dress up and come serve me tomorrow."

Wang Shuzhi couldn't help laughing lowly, his fingertips touched the tight and smooth skin around his waist, but the smile suddenly stopped, the longing for the past few days poured out in an instant, and his eyes suddenly ignited.

Sima Rong seemed to have been scalded by his fingertips, his breathing tightened, and he felt bad.

The two looked at each other with entangled eyes, Wang Shuzhi took a deep breath, pulled out his hand violently to distance himself from him, and jumped off the bed.

Sima Rong also got up hastily, coughed lightly, and stopped talking.

Wang Shuzhi's eyes were gentle, and he raised his hand to stroke his cheek: "I've lost weight, and now I'm in my own palace, at least I'm more comfortable than in the palace, eat more."

Sima Rong was slightly taken aback, subconsciously touched his face, and nodded.

He was used to the cold days in the palace, and no one had ever really cared about his fatness, even if it was the empress dowager's warm greetings, they were all trying to repay him. As for the emperor's brother, he was not so careful.

Wang Shuzhi looked at him quietly, and finally pecked lightly on his lips: "I'm leaving."

Sima Rong looked up at him, pursed his lips, and nodded.

Wang Shuzhi looked at the hourglass beside him, then at him again, opened the window and went out.

Sima Rong just wanted to say: "You can go through the door." He smiled at himself and quickly disappeared into the night.

Sima Rong: "..."

When Wang Shuzhi came, he found that there was not a servant serving in the yard, so he guessed he was dismissed, and when he left, he went all the way unimpeded, and got out of the palace smoothly under the cover of trees.

It's just that although he watched all directions, he didn't realize that Sima Shan was squatting on the roof, looking at his sharp figure climbing over the wall, his face was full of shock, and he almost fell down.

On the second day, Sima Shan knocked on Sima Rong's door with dark eyes and rushed to the pavilion in the middle of the lake without saying a word.

Sima Rong was a little guilty at first, but when he saw his ravaged appearance, he was startled, and scanned him up and down: "Why are you so haggard?"

Sima Shan rubbed his face, his gaze was still a little dull: "I've been worrying about your affairs all night, I just didn't fall asleep."

Embarrassment flashed across Sima Rong's face, and he quickly regained his composure: "There is no rush for matters in the palace."

"It's not about this, what I said was last night..." Sima Shan stared at him, trying to read something from his face.

Sima Rong thumped in his heart, thinking that if he really misunderstood her as a maidservant, he would never take it so seriously. Since he specially pulled him over, he must have guessed something.

Although Sima Shan knew that he was always moody and angry, seeing his calm face now, he was still a little frustrated, so he had no choice but to clarify his words: "Is it... Prime Minister Wang?"

Sima Rong still maintained his calm face, nodded: "Yeah."

Sima Shan took a deep breath and coughed, "You... you guys are in that kind of relationship?"

"What kind?" Sima Rong pretended to be stupid.

"What else could it be?" Sima Shan turned around anxiously, "What else could it be if they rolled on the couch? Are you serious? This is no small matter!"

Sima Rong lowered his eyelashes to cover his emotions, then looked up at him quickly, and said in surprise: "Brother Huang, did you misunderstand something? Last night I just had a big fight with the prime minister over a disagreement."

All expressions on Sima Shan's face froze instantly: "A big fight?"

Sima Rong felt that his face was numb from the cold wind blowing by the lake, so he nodded, "Yeah."

Sima Shan blinked: "Did you hit the couch?"

"Yeah." Sima Rong nodded again, with a serious expression on his face, "I was by the couch and tripped accidentally, I almost strangled him impulsively, luckily Brother Huang came in time."

Seeing his serious expression, Sima Shan couldn't help scratching his face. He hesitated for a moment, as if he also felt that he had misunderstood, thinking that his emperor's disciple had always been cold-tempered, so how could he suddenly be confused with the prime minister?It seems that broken sleeves are common nowadays, and I think it's crooked!

Sima Shan breathed a sigh of relief, and patted him on the shoulder: "You said last time that the prime minister treated you very well, why are you still making trouble?"

"Well, it's just a misunderstanding in words, it's not a big deal." Sima Rong stood up, "Brother, are you hungry? Let's go back and have breakfast first?"

Sima Shan rubbed his stomach, and kept pointing. He hadn't slept all night, and if he talked about it again, he was even more hungry.

When the two walked out of the gazebo, Sima Shan suddenly let out a "huh" and turned to look at him in great surprise: "I saw that the prime minister climbed over the wall very smoothly, his skill is very good, you can actually press him down and beat him? "

Sima Rong: "..."

Sima Shan squeezed his weak arm and clicked his tongue twice.

The corners of Sima Rong's eyes twitched almost invisibly.

"Haha! I got it!" Sima Shan laughed suddenly. Seeing the butler approaching from not far away, he hurriedly lowered his voice and jokingly said, "Did the Prime Minister let you in on purpose? Sure enough, he treated you well!"

As for why the prime minister came over the wall in the middle of the night, he no longer worried about it, anyway, the emperor has a plan in his mind, and everything is left to his arrangement.

"Prime Minister, it's true. I asked someone to send a letter secretly for something, and I even went there myself, tsk!"

Sima Rong: "..."

Sima Shan was originally prepared to stay for a few more days, but he didn't expect Wang Shuzhi to come so soon, so he didn't stay any longer, so as not to hinder the emperor's eyes, he returned to his Jingwang Mansion early.

A few days later, the Empress Dowager said that she was worried and asked them both to enter the palace.

The emperor summoned his confidants and asked, "King Yi is still in contact with the ministers?"

The confidant replied respectfully: "Yes."

In the morning court these few days, some people couldn't hold back anymore and began to mention the matter of establishing the crown prince. The emperor was already upset when he came down from the court, and his face turned cold when he heard the words.

"Where are Prince Jing and Prince Rui? What have you been doing recently?"

Seeing his hesitating expression, his confidant carefully replied: "Prince Jing spends most of his time practicing martial arts, while Prince Rui practices calligraphy. Prince Jing occasionally visits Prince Rui's residence, bringing some gadgets like slingshots, and teaching him how to play."

The emperor thought that Sima Rong had been ill for so long, so he should never have played since he was a child, so his eyes became gentler, he nodded and said to himself: "Their brothers have a good relationship."

The emperor arranged for the two to live far away, so he naturally thought about it. Sima Rong knew very well that if they had frequent contacts, the emperor would be jealous. .

In just a few days, it was just some playthings, which made the emperor very satisfied.

Hearing that Sima Rong had entered the palace, the emperor got up and went to the Empress Dowager. He heard a burst of laughter from a distance, and suddenly became interested: "Why are you so happy?"

Sima Rong and Sima Shan hurriedly got up and saluted.

The emperor waved his hand and said with a smile: "As soon as Rong'er recovers, the Empress Dowager's complexion also improves a lot."

The queen mother nodded, smiling all over her face: "Shan'er just told some interesting stories outside the palace, it sounds quite interesting."

Sima Shan laughed, seeing that the emperor also showed an interested look, he picked out a few more and said that even Sima Rong had made preparations in advance, as if he had really lived in King Jing's fiefdom for a long time.

The atmosphere was quite harmonious for a while, the Queen Mother's heart moved, and she looked at the two grandsons: "Shan'er is not young, and he hasn't married yet."