The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

Qi Hanmiao shouted below: "Your Majesty, what happened?"

Yin Wuzhi replied calmly, "It's fine."

His Majesty is lazy, and it is reasonable to let Prince Yin's son speak for him. Qi Hanmiao nodded and said, "Be careful, don't hit your head."

The thousand-year-old osmanthus tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, and the green and creamy yellow flowers are layered on top of each other, and the skylight leaks out from the extremely narrow gaps.

Because it rained yesterday, the leaves were still stained with water, Yin Wuzhi jumped up lightly, and the water drops rustled down.

He covered Jiang Wu's face with his wide sleeves to ensure that the other party would not be woken up suddenly.

... not only hit, but also knocked unconscious.

Yin Wuzhi didn't want to shirk responsibility, but in the final analysis, he was indeed a scapegoat today, with whip wounds on his back, bruises on his shoulders, and slap marks on his face. He had never suffered such inexplicable grievances and humiliation in his life.

This time the Hunjun bumped his head, he really didn't do it on purpose, if the other party hadn't been trying to get high...how could it be like this?

Yin Wuzhi sat on a thick branch, looking at the emperor in his arms.

On the one hand, he felt that it was out of style for him to dodge like this, and on the other hand, he felt that the foolish king deserved it.Thinking of being punished for this again, I felt extremely unwilling for a while.

The comatose Sangpi obediently nestled in his arms, his arms drooping to one side like noodles, Yin Wuzhi reached out his hand to bring it up for him, and it slid down again after a while.

Yin Wuzhi could only support his freely drooping head from the inside to the outside with one hand, and encircle his arms together from the outside to the inside with the other hand, so as to prevent his two parts from feeling uncomfortable due to hanging for too long.

The funeral batch never woke up.

Yin Wuzhi could only sit still.

He first raised his head to look at the skylight leaking from the tops of the branches and leaves for a while, and waited until the light moved and the spots of light hit his eyes, then he looked away and looked at Lord Hun again.

Jiang Wu still didn't wake up.

He has a lot of hair, which is a bit small against this face. When his eyes are closed, he looks especially soft and harmless.

The bones are also soft. Yin Wuzhi lifted his wrist, and his white fingers drooped naturally. When he lifted his shoulders, his head drooped naturally. When he pushed his knees against his waist, his two bodies drooped naturally.

Yin Wuzhi stretched out his hand and pressed his head.

The bump is on the top of the head, and the hole is not obvious. When you touch it, you will find a big bag.

It must be very painful.

Yin Wuzhi stopped.

They met a pair of inorganic eyes.

"...Your Majesty is awake."

When he touched the bag just now, the cuffs blocked Jiang Wu's face, and when he stopped, he found that Jiang Wu was opening his eyes——

I think it was woken up by him touching the bag.

Jiang Wu rolled his eyes to look around.

Layered flowers and leaves are wrapped around like a wall, accompanied by water vapor and sweet fragrance, refreshing.

He came to see Yin Wuzhi again: "Yin Aiqing doesn't want others to know that I bumped my head."

Yin Wuzhi: "Minister..."

"I can keep this secret for you, or I don't need to punish you."

"..." So you don't feel that the fault is yours at all?

The only guilt and guilt in Yin Wuzhi's heart disappeared without a trace.

He said coldly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, Long En."

Jiang Wu ordered him to hunch back to the Tai Chi Hall by himself.

He sat on Yin Wuzhi's neck with his arms outstretched, his expression was full of disdain and indifference, and the people below didn't even dare to look up at him.

It's a pity that this majesty disappeared before he walked out of the imperial garden.Sangpi's shoulders drooped together with his arms, Xu Xu pulled Yin Wuzhi's hair, and said, "Hug."

Sitting too high, you can't lie down forward, you can't lie down backward, your body is helpless and tired.

Yin Wuzhi sneered: "Didn't Your Majesty want to ride a big horse?"

"Hug." Sangpi pulled his hair, although the strength was not strong, but it was enough to make his neat locks loose, Yin Wuzhi's breath blew up the messy hair scattered on the tip of his nose, and directly raised his hands, He grabbed Jiang Wu's waist.

Qi Hanmiao was startled.

He watched helplessly as he grabbed it head-down like a corpse, turned it upside down, and hugged it in his arms.

The two parties directly entered the Tai Chi Hall without making a sound.

It frightened a bunch of slaves.

As soon as he returned, Yin Wuzhi found the court affairs he had recorded again, and came to the mourner on the dragon bed: "The sun is shining, the horse is riding, and the swing is swinging. Can your majesty start making decisions about the court affairs?"

"Ah."

Yin Wuzhi shook the paper, and finally became calm. Before he could talk about business, he heard the funeral and criticized: "I have decided to hand over the full power to Yin Aiqing."

Yin Wuzhi: "."

Calm down and disappear.

Jiang Wu already tilted his head decadently, and buried his face in the soft pillow, "I was shocked today."

"Scared..." Who is the one who is scared? Do you really have no idea?

"And." Sangpi closed his eyes and said wearily, "dizziness."

Yin Wuzhi received the hint, and his expression was cold: "If your majesty wants to pursue responsibility, just say so."

Don't even think about repeatedly threatening him with head bumping.

Jiang Wu pulled the quilt over his head.

He didn't lie, he was really dizzy, his eyes were sore, and he was sleepy.

And soon fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, Yin Wuzhi sat upright on a chair on one side with a cold face, Jiang Wu got up, was fed some food by him, his head was groggy, and he was still weak: " How are you handling the notes from the Imperial Study Room?"

"That's His Majesty's job." Yin Wuzhi's tone was as foul as his face: "I dare not overstep my authority."

Jiang Wu's eyelids lifted: "You didn't move?"

"No."

He actually dared to be disobedient.

Jiang Wu thought for a while, and suddenly felt his head became heavier, and his breathing became less smooth.

This must be, the pressure of work.

Yin Wuzhi, why didn't you critique the papers for him?

He should be obedient.

If Yin Wuzhi is disobedient, then there will be more and more books in the imperial study room, more and more...and then fill up the whole house.

Jiang Wu's breathing became heavier, and he felt that he was about to be crushed at any time.

Why do people live?

Sangpi thought blankly.

Yin Wuzhi, why is it so difficult to deal with?

Sangpi has worked very hard.

Why can't it be done... When can he become the emperor of the ages, when can history return to the right track, when can he be killed?

Think purple sand.

Yin Wuzhi looked at Sangpi exuding black air all over his body: "..."

What, what's wrong?

Sangpi's eyes began to loosen, as if he was about to die at any moment.

Yin Wuzhi has seen dead people, and the eyes of dead people are like this, the light in his eyes disappears little by little, although Jiang Wu's own eyes don't have much light...but now he looks even more lifeless.

Yin Wuzhi observed him and saw his face gradually turning red and blue.

Suddenly realized something was wrong, it seemed to be a sign of suffocation?

What happened? !

He reached out and grabbed Jiang Wu.

Jiang Wu let him hold him, his head and long hair drooped limply, looking no different from dead.

Yin Wuzhi: "Your Majesty?"

He shook Jiang Wu: "Your Majesty!"

Qi Hanmiao also rushed in, shouting: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you, Your Majesty?!"

"Go, open the window." Yin Wuzhi ordered, Qi Hanmiao said: "Go and open the window!"

With a few bangs, all the windows that could be opened in the Tai Chi Hall opened.

The cold night wind rushed in.

Jiang Wu shivered from the cold, and sneezed heavily.

It was this one sneeze that successfully saved Sangpi.

Jiang Wu had heard before that when the human body is on the verge of death, its survival instinct will explode.At this moment, his body also opened his mouth uncontrollably, inhaling crazily as if lacking oxygen.

His face turned from smothered purple to pale from being frozen.

Jiang Wu sneezed again.

Qi Hanmiao gradually understood: "Your Majesty, is it a cold?"

"It's the wind and cold." Half an hour later, Imperial Physician Gu who came again sat in front of Jiang Wu's bed and said earnestly, "If your nose is blocked, you can breathe through your mouth."

It's not that Sangpi doesn't know how to breathe through his mouth, it's just that Sangpi is holding his breath.

Physician Gu asked to close all the windows in the room, leaving only one open for ventilation, and must not blow directly on the patient.

His medical skills are really good, and he also found the bruise on Jiang Wu's head, and told Yin Wuzhi: "In addition to the head, this medicine can also be used on the shoulder."

Yin Wuzhi, who was accidentally cared by the imperial physician: "...Thank you."

Qi Hanmiao took people to prescribe the prescription, while Yin Wuzhi came to sit beside the dragon couch.

He knew very well that it was not a coincidence that Jiang Wu was cold today, he had been lying on the ground for so long, and was put in the shadow of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree for almost a stick of incense, so it was strange that there were no problems.

But... I almost suffocated to death because of the cold and stuffy nose, is this serious?

Jiang Wu peeped out half of his face from under the quilt.

Yin Wuzhi regained his senses, and raised the medicine in his hand: "Your Majesty, please rub the wound on your head."

Jiang Wu didn't resist.

He found that it is impossible for people to succeed by holding their breath with purple sand.

Maybe there is a power to correct history in the dark that stops him, such as the pain of suffocation.

Yin Wuzhi supported him in his arms, and dripped the medicinal oil on the top of his hair.

Jiang Wuyi didn't want to make a sound, he always looked like he was in a daze, and it was hard to tell whether he was hurt or not, Yin Wuzhi could only try to be as light as possible.

Until Jiang Wu said: "It hurts."

He is surprisingly lazy, and only shouts when he can't bear it.

With this shout, his voice became a little hoarse, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Yin Wuzhi: "."

What is wrong with Hunjun? Who stopped him from breathing through his mouth?

Yin Wuzhi lightened his strength again, and when the kneading was almost done, he put the person back on the pillow again, and said, "Forget about today, and I will report the morning affairs after His Majesty recovers."

He got up, put down the bed curtain, and suddenly heard Jiang Wu: "..."

Yin Wuzhi: "?"

He lifted the bed curtain with his hands, and looked down at the other party: "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

"Go and approve the memorial for me."

Wuwu's eyeballs were clouded with mist due to the cold and pain, making it hard to tell whether he was sentient or ruthless.

Yin Wuzhi said: "Your Majesty, please don't force people to make things difficult for you. Your position is humble and you don't dare to overstep."

"I order you."

Yin Wuzhi shook his head and said, "Let's deal with it after His Majesty is in better health. I have no experience, so I can only live up to His Majesty's great trust."

The bed curtain fell, and the line of sight between the two was completely cut off.

Jiang Wu looked at the top of the bed.

Although I was very unwell, I couldn't sleep at all.

I want to have another breath-holding purple sand.

The bed curtain was lifted a little suddenly, Yin Wuzhi remembered that he almost suffocated just now, deliberately opened a gap, and reminded: "Your Majesty, remember to breathe through your mouth."

The thoughts of this group of people can only stay narrowly in that he doesn't know how to breathe with his mouth, and he will never understand his true intention.

It's a pity that it takes a lot of willpower and vital capacity to hold your breath, so Jiang Wu slumped on the bed in a boring way.

After thinking about it carefully for a while, it is a plan for the rest of my life.

"Qi Hanmiao."

"The slave is here!"

"Go, take Chen Xiang, Dingnan King, Wen Taishi, Qiu Shangshu..." He read the names of several old officials in succession, and said: "Bring them into the palace, take them to the imperial study, and say that I have something important to do. talk over."

Yin Wu heard his father's name, subconsciously asked: "What is your Majesty's business?"

Jiang Wu had already fallen into a deep sleep.

There are many people and strength is great, and each person is divided into a pile. I believe that the Yushufang will soon be able to vacate space.

Sangpi is a genius.