The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

The noodle man of the past is no different from a dead thing after falling asleep.

It seems that anyone can do anything to him, including but not limited to removing his arms and pulling his head out, which are extremely harmful things.

Anyway, there will be no resistance.

He obviously looks like a person who has no desires or desires, but he is extremely cruel and indifferent, and he can bully a person who has no grievances or enmities with him without any scruple.

... I have provoked you.

Yin Wuzhi deliberately approached his lips, and was suddenly embarrassed again.

The Hunjun humiliated him in this way, and he took revenge in this way, what is the difference from the Hunjun?

Obviously this kind of thing should only be done with the person you love.

How can there be such a person, who has no shame at all.

Yin Wuzhi withdrew his arm, pushed him inside, and pulled the quilt back on his own.

After a while, he turned around again and tucked him in the quilt sullenly.

...can't sleep.Yin Wuzhi opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed for a while, thinking of the death of the mourner when he went to court before, his expression was thoughtful.

If you keep like this, you will definitely be criticized.

Is there any way to deceive everyone's eyes and make him look alive?

On the second day, no one called Jiang Wu to wake up, but he was dazed and felt that he was hugged by someone, his body was being manipulated like a doll, someone squeezed his chin, poured water into his mouth, Jiang Wu subconsciously swallowed it.

Then I heard Qi Hanmiao's voice: "Your Majesty, this is fragrant tea, for gargling."

what.

Dreamed about this scene again.

Zheng Xiang, who was sleeping before, was suddenly woken up, and Sangpi felt in a daze that he had been served and went to court. When he woke up for the second time, he suddenly realized that he was just dreaming.

However, he didn't hear anyone calling him to get up today, so how could he dream of this scene?

Yin Wuzhi squeezed his chin open again to pour water in, then closed it again, saying, "gargle."

Sangpi grumbled with his eyes closed, spit it out with his eyes closed, and then leaned back with his eyes closed.

"The earth dragon can be burned in these two days." Yin Wuzhi took the veil and wiped his face, and said, "It's getting colder, it's good to have the veil wet on your face, and your majesty will definitely have to do it later." Shocking."

As he said, it was indeed quite comfortable when the hot handkerchief wet his face, but after wiping off the water vapor left in contact with the air, the slightly cool touch really made Sangpi a little more energetic.

Consciousness revived, but the body remained motionless.

Someone started to wipe his hands, and Sangpi finally realized that it was not a dream.

He really skipped the step of being suddenly woken up, and was lifted up silently.

Ah, happiness.

Yin Wuzhi is really too good.

The arm was picked up and stuffed into the wide sleeve. Sangpi realized that it was a dragon robe.

He doesn't like this dragon robe very much, it's heavier than he imagined. In addition to the weight of the body, the weight of the dragon robe is also added. After wearing these two things, the mourning batch is like being squeezed between two walls and constantly exerting pressure Inside the walls, souls were crushed flat.

But today is fine, he doesn't need to stretch his arms and legs to fight against the dragon robe, someone manipulates his body to do everything well, this is faintly close to the life that Sangpi wants——

Just simply exist.

Although the weight of the dragon robe still made him very uncomfortable.

But sure enough, there is no pain without resistance. Compared with the past, the feeling of just lying down and being pressed is really unparalleled.

The funeral approval was quickly packed, Qi Hanmiao ordered someone to carry the Luanjia, and Yin Wuzhi took a small handkerchief to cover his face, and then hugged him up.

Qi Hanmiao turned around and saw this scene: "This is Your Highness?"

"There is a temperature difference between indoors and outdoors."

If Jiang Wu's face was exposed outside, he would definitely be shocked from the cold.

Although Jiang Wu's consciousness has gradually become clear, his body does still feel the pain of being awakened.

Qi Hanmiao said with emotion: "Your Highness is so considerate, with you here, His Majesty will definitely feel much more comfortable in the future."

He won't serve this guy for the rest of his life.

Yin Wuzhi put him on the Luanjia, then took off the veil on his face, and exited calmly while putting down the heavy thermal curtain.

He thought about it all night yesterday. His involuntary feelings for Jiang Wu may be due to the faint cinnamon scent. Wait until the strange ointment is replaced in the next two days.

He is not a masochist, how could he want to get close to someone who bullies him.

A group of people carried the emperor to Chengde Hall.

I have to admit that although I was also woken up, this method is indeed much more acceptable than rashly yelling before.

The person who carried the sedan chair walked very steadily, and Jiang Wu could hardly feel any shaking. In such an undisturbed environment, he began to let go freely.

The hundreds of officials who have been waiting outside the hall are more or less mournful. Every time they come to Chengde Hall, they are those who have something to say and leave the court without anything. They have never seen the emperor.

Among the officials, some people quietly discussed: "I don't know if your majesty's health has improved, and if he will go to court today."

"Speaking of which, it's been more than half a month." Another person interjected: "Your Majesty is young, both civil and military, and logically speaking, his body should not be that bad. Why does it take so long to catch a cold?"

With a light snort: "Whether it's really sick, or if someone below her has given her the ecstasy soup, who can say clearly."

"Zuo Haoqing." Chen Ziyan said with a gloomy face, "What are you talking about?"

"What did I say, if you think about how you confuse His Majesty in the palace before, you will know what Prince Yin has done now."

King Dingnan took a deep breath.

Chen Ziyan's face was flushed red, and he said, "I have nothing to do with Your Majesty, please don't swear."

"If you say you are innocent, then you are innocent?" Zuo Haoqing said with contempt on his face, "During the few days you were in the palace, His Majesty clearly did not go to court. How do you explain it?"

"That's because..." Because he himself doesn't want to go to court!

"Because of what?" Zuo Haoqing raised his brows slightly and said, "You can't tell?"

The old man who was standing with King Dingnan in front raised his chin leisurely.

Chen Ziyan clenched the official card in his hand angrily, and the contempt in Zuo Haoqing's eyes was about to overflow: "Why, do you want to practice with me? It's up to you?"

Chen Ziyan squeezed the jade board in his hand, and suddenly heard a voice in front of him: "Cough."

"Ziyan." Chen Xiang said warmly: "You two, one from the military department and one from the household department, will inevitably have to deal with each other frequently in the future, so don't always quarrel."

Chen Ziyan's shrine was clear for a while.

The old man in front opened his eyes, his expression slightly unkind.

Zuo Haoqing also realized something, and shut his mouth abruptly.

old fox.

He is the minister of the military department, and Chen Ziyan is the minister of the household department. If the military department needs to spend money, many of them have to be sent to the household department for approval. If Chen Ziyan acts as a hindrance, it will inevitably be inconvenient in the future.

He quietly went to see Chen Ziyan's reaction, but saw the latter showing a sinister sneer.

Zuo Haoqing: .

The old man was Zuo Haoqing's own father, he smiled and said: "It's convenient for others, convenient for yourself, Haoqing, quickly apologize to Ziyan."

"...don't even think about it."

When Zuo Hou wanted to say something, he heard a summon from the eunuch in front of him, and everyone gathered their thoughts and lined up to enter the hall amidst chanting.

The eunuch started counting people, and then found a guy sleeping standing up in the open field.

Eunuch: "...Master Ran, Master Ran?"

"!" The other party was woken up, and hurriedly bowed: "Elder-in-law."

The eunuch smiled: "Everyone has entered the palace."

The adult rubbed his eyes heavily, and quickly trotted into the hall.

In this room, Yin Wuzhi opened the curtain, patted Jiang Wu's face, and said, "It's almost done, don't sleep after going to court, if you really want to be lazy, no matter what they say, just say yes, or ask , what do other lovers think, huh?"

Jiang Wu: "No."

"I have just entered the palace, and my foundation is not stable. If you keep doing this, they will soon attack me. If you want me to do things for you in the long run, you have to take it slowly."

Even this was seen.

Jiang Wu opened his eyes.

Yin Wuzhi asked: "Do you understand?"

The road has been paved, if you don't understand, you are a fool, Sangpi nodded.

Yin Wuzhi moved him down and put him on the ground, and the funeral batch immediately fell to the side.

Yin Wuzhi had no choice but to support him: "Go up by yourself."

The mourner looked up at the golden dragon chair, "High."

"Not many steps."

"Stairs."

"Not many."

"Humph."

"..." Yin Wuzhi could only carry him up, and then whispered something to Qi Hanmiao, the latter carried him into the hall, and raised his voice: "Everyone, kneel—"

All the officials were dumbfounded, but they still knelt down instinctively.

"Okay." Qi Hanmiao said, "Your Majesty is here—"

Yin Wuzhi glanced at the kneeling officials, and quickly carried the funeral batch to the dragon chair and put it away. Just as the funeral batch was about to collapse to the side, he suddenly found that there seemed to be something on the dragon chair.

All the officials looked at their noses, noses, and hearts, and before they had time to raise their heads, they heard Qi Hanmiao shout again: "Bye——"

Everyone shouted mechanically: "See Your Majesty."

Although a little strange, but inexplicable, there is a sense of ceremony.

He did so involuntarily.

When he got up, someone looked up at the emperor.

Today's His Majesty did not sleep, did not sway, and sat upright.

The mourning batch was expressionless.

The dragon robe is really heavy.

The dragon chair is also really cold.

It was extremely cold at the heights, except for the rear, there were cold winds blowing from the left, right and front.

But the mourner couldn't curl his legs up, nor could he go paralyzed, so he could only sit there stiffly, listening to the minister's report, and then said as Yin Wuzhi ordered: "Oh, okay, I'll take care of it, next one, What do other lovers think?"

Although the voice was clear and light, lazy and lazy, but because the sitting was high and the hall was very quiet, everyone could hear clearly.

This is the most complete dynasties that Sangpi has performed since he came to this world.

At least, that's how it looks in the eyes of the officials.

After the court, everyone filed out of Chengde Hall, and someone relaxed and said: "Your Majesty has finally recovered from his illness, and he is still as energetic and majestic as ever."

"Yes, it can be seen from this that His Majesty must have been tormented by illness and couldn't stand it when he was sleeping on the dragon chair."

"Let me just say, Your Majesty is young and strong in martial arts, how could he fall down at will?"

"Illness disappears like silk, long live your majesty, long live long live."

Everyone left in a harmonious and lively manner with a satisfied mood.

In the Chengde Hall, Sangpi was still sitting firmly in the wheelchair, maintaining the posture just now, motionless.

Qi Hanmiao let out a long breath, faced Yin Wuzhi with a courteous smile, and complimented him sincerely: "His Royal Highness is really smart, and in this way, His Majesty's reputation can be regarded as preserved."

What name does this guy have?

Yin Wuzhi turned to look at the mourning batch.

Sangpi is also looking at him.

His hands were placed on the golden armrests on both sides, his feet were separated to the sides, his entire back was attached to the back of the dragon chair, and his waist was straight. Looking from the front, he was indeed sitting in a wise and mighty posture.

The wise and mighty mourner said: "I'm going down."

"Ah."

"You can let me go."

"Your Majesty can try to get up by himself."

If Sangpi had been willing to resist, he wouldn't have allowed himself to remain in this sitting position for so long.

He tried with some strength.

No, this is too embarrassing for Sangpi.

"Yin Wuzhi, let me go."

Yin Wuzhi could only come forward, squatted at his feet, and removed the iron blocks covering his feet.

Sangpi's feet closed naturally.

Yin Wuzhi stood up again, unfastened his hand from the clasp on the gold armrest, and Sangpi's hand fell down naturally.

Then he grabbed Sangpi's waist again, and lifted him up heavily.

Sangpi naturally drooped on his shoulders.

The dragon robe completely left the back of the chair, revealing several rounded silver hooks behind it.

It was these few silver hooks that hung the dragon robe, and the mourner who was contained in the robe could have such a wise and martial performance, and he was finally able to deceive the eyes of all the officials, making him look alive.

Yin Wuzhi left Chengde Hall with Jiang Wu on his shoulders.

Reluctantly, Qi Hanmiao walked to the dragon chair and stroked those silver hooks. Thinking of the emperor who had just been hung on it, Qi Hanmiao repeatedly sighed: "Smart, really smart."

"If this old slave can come up with such a brilliant idea sooner, then His Majesty won't have to suffer unreasonable criticism a while ago."

He regretted and blamed himself, and replied calmly: "After all, the old slave is just a slave."