The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

Yin Wuzhi's words don't count.

It is said that as long as you choose to leave a bad smell for ten thousand years, you can do whatever you want, but after the funeral approval, you are not let go.

From afternoon to night, he was forced by Yin Wuzhi to handle paperwork at the table.

Sangpi wanted to drop the pen several times, but failed. He leaned on Yin Wuzhi's chest, looked at his grasped hand with drooping eyelashes, "This must be very tiring."

"You still know that I'm tired." Yin Wuzhi frowned, and said in a low voice, "I can't write well, and I have to hold you like someone teaching a child."

"You can imitate my handwriting."

"Why should I imitate your handwriting."

"This way you can mark the papers yourself."

This is actually giving Yin Wuzhi a chance.

In order for him to walk on the established path, in addition to bullying him to force him to hate himself, he must also let him understand that he can be easily defeated.If Yin Wuzhi had learned the Hunjun's handwriting, then after he rebelled, he could easily turn Jiang Wu into a puppet, and then get rid of him without anyone noticing.

Yin Wu held his hand for a while, and the altar suddenly became clear.

Before that, he didn't really understand why the Hunjun asked him to record court affairs while humiliating him, and arranged him in the imperial study room to learn how to review memorials from those veteran officials.

Now with the premise told by Queen Mother Wen, it is gradually possible to get a glimpse of the motivation behind the other party's contradictory behavior.

The faint king humiliated him in the hope that he would hate him.

The Hunjun gave him power because he was worried that after he was forced to kill him, he would not be able to gain a good foothold in the world.

Jiang Wu forced him into the palace out of selfishness, but behind the selfishness, everything had been arranged for him.

Yin Wuzhi tightened his hands around his waist slightly, and said, "Stop messing around, write carefully."

He won't kill him, and he won't accept the position of power he bestows.

If he really encounters any knots, Yin Wuzhi is willing to help him get out.Before that, he was preconceived and always felt that the other party had something wrong with him, but those ministers who have worked with him for many years, as well as the two powerful women in the harem, their vision must not be bad.

Jiang Wuhui is a good emperor, he just met Kaner now, just help him get through it.

First of all, he can no longer be allowed to degenerate like this.

Yin Wuzhi pursed his lips and said, "Finish all this and go to bed early today."

When it comes to sleeping, the mourner looks at him: "Now."

"Not now, it must be finished."

Funeral batch: "."

Yin Wuzhi is a bad person.

Sangpi's body was lingering with blackness, and his eyes, which had no light at all, were even darker. He looked at Yin Wuzhi faintly: "Kiss me, I will write."

Before that, he had no choice but now Yin Wuzhi already knew what he was thinking, so naturally he would not let him control him casually.

"No."

Sangpi's hand was pinched by him, and his waist was supported by him. Yin Wuzhi's hand reached out from below to support his chin, forcing him to face the table, saying: "Write."

Sangpi closed his eyes, and Yin Wuzhi opened them.

Sangpi let him hold on, his eyes didn't have the slightest light.

It's a pity that due to the human body, the opened eyes quickly felt the coolness, and physiological tears gradually filled the eye sockets.

Yin Wuzhi didn't let him go: "If you don't write, just keep it open."

Sangpi decided to hate Yin Wuzhi.

But he will not succumb to Yin Wuzhi.

Seal, seal, five, knowledge.

In the depths of consciousness, everything is silent.

Only from the eye sockets that were forcibly opened, tears poured out like a gate.

Yin Wuzhi: "..."

He suddenly let go, and closed his eyes as he wished, but the eyeballs were still sensitive and sore, and the stimulated tear glands kept releasing water.

"You..." Yin Wuzhi hurriedly wiped away his tears, and said, "Okay, okay, so, I'll kiss you when I'm done writing, okay?"

Who cares about your dear, the funeral batch just doesn't want to be forced to work, whoever forces the funeral batch to work, the funeral batch will pretend to be dead for him to see.

"Then, then do the deal as you said." Yin Wuzhi felt his tongue was burning when he said it: "Dear, kiss you, and you write."

The trading period has passed, and the funeral approval is not so easy to coax.

"..." He actually started to get angry.Perhaps it was because the exchange terms he put forward with shame were not taken seriously, Yin Wuzhi looked a little embarrassed: "If you don't agree again, I will leave the palace and go home."

Of course, the funeral batch can threaten him to stay, but it is actually quite tiring to keep threatening like this.

After all, he had to keep Yin Wuzhi to clean up the imperial study for him.

Only fall back.

But the funeral approval is uncomfortable, so naturally it can't make Yin Wuzhi feel better.

He opened his eyes and looked at Yin Wuzhi with reddish eye sockets: "Dear."

"..." Damn it, he succeeded again.

Sangpi's lips were pressed hard.

Yin Wuzhi's face was terrifying, murderous.

Sangpi was once again dominated by a strong desire to die, he took the initiative to pick up the pen, and told Yin Wuzhi: "Kiss, write a word."

"..." Faint Lord!

Just, do you like him that much?Constantly trying to take advantage of him.

Yin Wuzhi was in a complicated mood, and his expression was not peaceful.

The funeral batch began to write seriously, write one, ask for a kiss, write another, ask for another kiss.

Yin Wuzhi circled his body, frowning so much that he could kill a fly.

He is only 19 years old, but he is forced to be in this deep palace, doing the work of serving people in Israel. He can clearly go to a wider world and display more ambitions.

But now, he's like a kissing machine.

I can't help but have serious doubts about the meaning of my existence.

However, although this Hunjun looks absurd and depraved, when he is serious, he does have the demeanor of a son of heaven.

The appearance of drooping long eyelashes looks very focused, and the hand holding the pen is quite steady. The tip of the Langhao pen draws on the paper, and the handwriting displayed is so beautiful.

Yin Wuzhi also practiced calligraphy very hard, especially after he returned to Guanjing when he was young and was called Nanman. He knew that as long as the southern border was settled, he would still come back to Guanjing, so when he went to southern Xinjiang later, especially in the A lot of effort has been put into language and writing.

Just to make myself look like a person from Guanjing.

But again, compared with someone like Jiang Wu who has been using a pen since he was a child, there is still a gap in the end.

He speaks and speaks like this person, and now looking at the present day, he really has a bit of a handsome and elegant demeanor.

The person who wrote the letter stopped: "Dear."

Sangpi was forced to work, so Yin Wuzhi naturally had to be forced to kiss him.Can't let go of any opportunity to humiliate Yin Wuzhi.

Yin Wuzhi's thoughts stopped abruptly, and he kissed the corner of his mouth with a gloomy face.

Although he has already understood the hidden situation, Yin Wuzhi still has difficulty in dealing with such things calmly. For him, such intimate actions should be natural and happen between lovers who are happy with each other.

Rather than being used for trading so frivolously.

...Forget it, whoever made the emperor's mind go wrong, let's bear with it for the time being.

Yin Wuzhi stared at the corner of his mouth for a while, and said, "This is too slow."

Funeral batch: "?"

Before he could react, his chin was suddenly pinched, and a steamy kiss was crushed heavily on Jiang Wu's lips.

Yin Wuzhi didn't want to admit it, but he found that he didn't actually hate kissing Jiang Wu, his lips were really soft, fragrant, even sweet.

...It must be because this body is too young to be easily seduced.

Who made Jiang Wu look so good-looking.

After the kiss, Jiang Wu's eyes were foggy, his cheeks were flushed, Yin Wuzhi squeezed his mouth open, and took a breath to get in.

Don't always forget to breathe well.

Do you just enjoy being kissed by him?

Yin Wuzhi's Adam's apple was rolling, and his face and neck were as red as fire. He tried to calm down and shook Jiang Wu awake, saying, "This one is worth a book, and it will be a long one after finishing the book."

Jiang Wu stared at him.

"..." Yin Wuzhi's eyes were red with embarrassment, he turned Jiang Wu's head away, and said in a dark tone, "Write quickly."

After confirming that the murderous intent was still there, Jiang Wu began to write.

For a moment just now, he suspected that Yin Wuzhi didn't hate kissing him.

Fortunately, everything is his illusion.

Yin Wuzhi is still the same Yin Wuzhi.

After finally finishing all the documents that had to be written, Jiang Wu slumped back and lost all consciousness.

very tired.

If humiliating Yin Wuzhi has to pay such a huge price, it is better to let him die.

Yin Wuzhi checked Jiang Wu's approved paperwork, separated the ones that should be sealed and the ones that needed to be conveyed, and after tidying up the table, he lowered his head and found that Jiang Wu was still looking at him with his eyes open.

"Don't sleep?"

No one answered.

The thing in his arms was motionless, and his breathing was light as if he was about to stop. Yin Wuzhi slowly stretched out his hand, shaking it in front of his eyes.

eyeball.one.move.No.move.

Yin Wuzhi's heart missed two beats. He tried to calm down, but he still couldn't hold back. He hugged Jiang Wu and rushed out of the imperial study room.

Outside, Qi Hanmiao was blowing the cold night wind peacefully.

Beauty is really the most useful thing in this world.

If it wasn't for Prince Yin's son who sacrificed his life for righteousness, how could His Majesty have stayed in the imperial study for so long.

The prosperity of this dynasty is at least half due to the beauty of Prince Yin's son.

A gust of wind brushed by his side, before Qi Hanmiao could react, he saw the gust turn back.

Yin Wuzhi's face turned pale, and he said softly, "Let me see, Your Majesty, is there anything wrong?"

Qi Hanmiao smiled and lowered his head, facing the immobile eyes of the Son of Heaven next to Prince Yin's arm.

His whole body was hanging in Yin Wuzhi's arms like noodles, with his head and arms drooping outside, his open eyes revealing a dead silence and terror.

The smile faded from the corner of his mouth.

"The slave feels that nothing is right."

Yin Wuzhi said in a trembling voice: "Don't make a fuss, go ask the imperial physician first."

Jiang Wu was quickly placed on the dragon couch, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his posture was serene, his expression was quiet, and his eyes were empty.

A hand closed his eyes for him.

Qi Hanmiao knelt beside the dragon's couch, crying uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how could this happen? He has never been like this before."

Imperial Physician Gu looked sad: "Your Majesty has not moved for a long time. You have put in too much energy today and you are exhausted."

Yin Wuzhi stood aside and said in a deep voice, "It's all my fault."

Gu Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Don't blame yourself too much, let His Majesty have a good rest first."

Yin Wuzhi nodded, walked over to help Jiang Wu cover the quilt, sat in front of the dragon couch, and said, "It won't work like this."

Gu Yan looked at him.

"After doing so little, you can be so tired that you fall asleep with your eyes open. How can your body collapse?"

Gu Yan felt the same way: "Your Highness is right, but His Majesty refuses to move now, and we really have nothing to do."

"Your Majesty won't move, so why don't I move?"

Qi Hanmiao wiped away his tears: "Before that, every day, someone massaged His Majesty's legs."

Gu Yan: "Your Highness is obviously not referring to this."

Yin Wuzhi looked at Jiang Wu again.

"Starting tonight, all the chairs and couches in the Tai Chi Hall will be removed. Let him have nothing to sit on and nothing to lie down."

"Your Majesty can still sit and lie on the ground."

"...It really doesn't work, so I have to use that trick."

Qi Hanmiao thought of the silver hook on the dragon chair: "Your Highness, you mean to use a bamboo pole to prop up Your Majesty?"

"Stupid, will he move if you support him?"

Gu Yan: "Your Majesty, if you have any insight, you might as well just say it."

"Order someone to sew two sleeves, two trousers, and a waist..." Yin Wuzhi said solemnly, "Find someone who can move and put it together with His Majesty."