The Emperor of Sick Beauty is deeply trapped in the field of Shura

Jiang Zhao fell asleep until the next day, and Yao Xi and Yao Shun called him up for dinner on the way, but ignored him.

His dreams are full of strange things, including modern images, ancient images, childhood images, and images after succession.

Fortunately, he finally fell asleep in the second half of the night, all images disappeared, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When Jiang Zhao opened his eyes, he happened to see Yao Shun coming in from the outside.

He raised his head and looked at Yao Shun. His facial features looked better under the candlelight, and Yao Shun shook his head.

Jiang Zhao covered his mouth and yawned, a tear came out from the corner of his eye, and the end of his eye was a little red.

Looked like he wasn't awake.

Yao Shun lowered his voice, and walked over lightly, "Your Majesty, it's about three o'clock, and it's time to get up."

Jiang Zhao nodded, "Get up."

He stretched out his hand and was supported by Yao Shun, a large number of palace people poured in outside, carrying water, cups, and trays.

Jiang Zhao rinsed his mouth, Yao Shun took the cup, and Yao Xi wiped his face carefully with a handkerchief.

Seeing that he was as gentle as yesterday, Yao Xi asked with a smile: "Did the emperor sleep well last night?"

Jiang Zhao looked at him sideways, his eyes seemed to be shining, and he smiled with his lips curled up, "I slept well."

With his smile, it was as if the ice and snow in the sky had been melted.

Yao Xi continued to smile flatteringly and said, "Stuff your stomach for a while, you haven't eaten for such a long time, if you eat in the morning, you won't be able to hold on."

I can't wait to take good care of him and make the emperor smile.

Thinking that he can eat breakfast only after the early morning, Jiang Zhao rubbed his stomach, "I have to wait until the early morning to eat, I'm so hungry."

For some reason, Yao Xi felt that the emperor's tone was a bit pitiful, and said: "Don't worry, the emperor, I will prepare more of your favorite food later."

Yao Shun saw that it was about the same time, so he said, "Your Majesty, let's change clothes first, the time is almost here, Lord Shoufu and the Prince Regent are still waiting for you."

As usual, Lord Shoufu and the prince will wait for the emperor to enter the hall together, it would be bad if it was late.

Two court ladies held trays in front of him, a bright yellow imperial robe with dragon patterns, and a flower-blue regular dress.

The flower blue color looked very dull, Jiang Zhao looked at the bright yellow dragon robe, the dragon robe hadn't been worn yet, and this was only seen in the exhibition hall.

According to the past, the emperor would choose the blue-colored uniform, and he always seemed to want to make himself inconspicuous.

But today, Jiang Zhao pointed to Minghuang's dragon robe and said, "Put this on."

Yao Xi and Yao Shun respectfully put on the dragon robe for him.

Jiang Zhao sat on the chair and asked the court lady to tie his hair. The satin-like hair was half-tied up with a golden crown, revealing a smooth forehead, and the whole person looked different.

Jiang Zhao's eyes fell on the mirror, he felt a little curious, blinked his eyes, and stretched out his hand to stroke the crown belt on his forehead.

He stood up and looked at Yao Shun and the two of them.

That gaze was cold and ruthless, like a god aloft, scorning everything.

Yao Shun almost wanted to kneel down.

"Let's go." Jiang Zhao blinked, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised again, with water in his eyes.

The two hurriedly followed the emperor who was walking away. As soon as the door of the bedroom opened, a gust of wind blew over.

Jiang Zhao flinched, "It's so cold."

It's just autumn, Yao Xi just feels that the wind is cool, but the weak emperor feels cold.

Yao Shun hurriedly said: "Yao Xi helps the emperor to step on the chariot first, and I will go get the cloak for the emperor."

The walking chariot was carried in an even and stable manner. If it wasn't for the cold wind blowing around him that made him shiver, Jiang Zhao even wanted to sleep.

Fortunately, the Hanguang Hall in the early dynasty was not far away, and the chariot stopped after a while. When Jiang Zhao got off the chariot, he saw two tall figures, one black and one white, standing at the door.

Xiao Conghuang has a cold and stern demeanor, a handsome appearance, and clear and serious eyes.

Yu Wenxu had a handsome face, his expression was cold, but there was a bit of contempt in his eyes.

Those who didn't know thought it was Black and White Wuchang who came to arrest him.

The two stood there without moving, and Jiang Zhao walked towards them.

In the early morning of autumn, the sky is white, and the orange-red morning glow is about to come out.

The man in the bright yellow dragon robe walked towards them step by step, his eyes no longer shy and timid, he looked at the two of them brightly and frankly, those pair of unforgettable peach blossom eyes, so peaceful.

He was really good-looking, wearing a dragon robe, with clear eyes, like a god.

Xiao Congwang's eyes did not move, they fell on him quietly.

Yu Wenxu paused, pressed his thin lips lightly, and put away the contempt in the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Zhao stopped three steps away from the two, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The exiled immortal was tainted with a trace of fireworks.

Just as he was about to speak, a series of coughs overflowed from the corners of his lips.

"Cough cough cough."

Jiang Zhao covered his lips with his hands and turned his head slightly, the crown on his forehead swayed with him. The bright yellow crown made his face whiter, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the cheeks blown by the cold wind showed an abnormal look. flush.

Fragile as a small white flower swaying in the wind.

"The Prince Regent and Lord Shoufu have been waiting for a long time, I am a little late." Jiang Zhao said.

Xiao Congwang looked at him, his voice was slightly cold: "The emperor just fell ill yesterday, why don't you wear more clothes today."

Compared with Xiao Congwang's thin black and gold-rimmed clothes, Jiang Zhao has already dressed a lot.

He responded in a good manner: "What the regent said is true, but I was negligent."

Jiang Zhao's tone was calm, as if he was accepting Xiao Congwang's suggestion, and his eyes were frank.

Xiao Congwang didn't know what to say for a while, so he turned his head slightly, and saw Yao Shun rushing with his clothes in his arms.

"The emperor must feel that he is already well, so there is no need to be nervous anymore. Knowing that the minister and the regent have been waiting for a long time, it will be earlier in the future."

Yu Wenxu's every sentence was aimed at Jiang Zhao. He didn't know why he disliked Jiang Zhao today, even more than before.

Compared with the cowering, cowardly, and death-afraid emperor in the past, today's calm, plain and open Jiang Zhao makes him feel that something is out of control, which makes him feel dazzling.

Jiang Zhao looked at Yu Wenxu, who really didn't care about the emperor at all, he was used to controlling everything.

"Master Shoufu is right, I will definitely arrive earlier in the future."

At this time, Yao Shun also came to the front, he saluted quickly, and then put the cloak on Jiang Zhao: "The emperor forgot the cloak when he went out, and the slave came late, the emperor forgives the sin."

As soon as Yao Shun uttered the words, Xiao Congwang and Yu Wenxu were startled, and the accusation just now seemed to hit them in the face.

Maybe they didn't care about it before, but now when they meet Jiang Zhao's bright eyes, they feel a little burning pain.

Jiang Zhao didn't seem to care about the reaction of the two of them at all, with a smile on his lips, "Run in such a hurry, go and rest. Prince Regent, Lord Shoufu, let's go in."

He stretched out his hand gently and calmly, letting the two go first.

Outside the hall, Xiao Congxuan's bodyguard Bai Feng and Yu Wenxu's bodyguard Shi Mo stood together, Bai Feng put his arms around his chest and bumped Mo Mo, raised his eyebrows and said, "Tsk, look at your master's cold face, you misunderstood the emperor?" , Do you think your master will feel pain in the face?"

Shi Mo ignored him at all, and looked at one place without squinting.

Bai Feng squeezed him meanly again, "Tsk, you see your master talks a lot, why are you like a stone, your surname is Shi."

Shi Mo looked at him sideways, the sword was unsheathed and lay between the two of them, Bai Feng made a gesture of begging for mercy, and took a step back.

Yu Wenxu and Xiao Congxuan went to Hanguang Hall first, Jiang Zhao fastened his cloak and followed, he fell behind and coughed lightly twice.

Every sound was like knocking in his heart, he coughed unhurriedly, without any embarrassment.

Xiao Congwang paused slightly, and then fell behind Yu Wenxu who quickened a step.

He only paused for a moment, then followed up again.

The officials in the Hanguang Hall had already entered the queue, and when they saw the three coming up one by one, the servants called the emperor to come.

"Long live, long live, my emperor."

"All the gentlemen are flat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

This voice is not at all different from the usual dark and gloomy voice. It is round and smooth and full of ears, making people eager to look up at the speaker.

The ministers looked up one after another, a little surprised in their hearts.

Today, the emperor in the bright yellow dragon robe still has the same face, but his temperament is quite different. Facing the face of the country, there is the round voice in his heart, and the smile at the end of his eyes.

It made people dare not look directly.

If you look at it more, you are afraid of blasphemy.

The few young courtiers were probably shocked by the emperor's difference today, they couldn't regain their senses for a long time, their eyes seemed to be depicting the exquisite facial features inch by inch.

Until Yu Wenxu coughed lightly.

This sound was like ringing the soul-returning bell, and several people quickly lowered their heads, wishing that they could hide in the crowd and not be seen by Mr. Shoufu.

Jiang Zhao went to court for the first time, looking down with interest.

Sitting under his left hand is Xiao Congwang, and under his right is Yu Wenxu. It stands to reason that the emperor will be able to take charge after the crown is weak, but the emperor's body is really weak, and no one dares to make him work hard. We can only let the two continue to assist .

Therefore, the pattern of all the ministers lined up is also very clear. On the left side Xiao Cong is a general, and below Yu Wenxu is a group of civil servants.

Now the small countries outside Daqing are eyeing each other, and the military generals are on par with civil servants.

It's so funny to be so clear, Jiang Zhao's eyes overflowed with a smile.

Not only Jiang Zhao found it interesting today, but the ministers and generals below all felt that today was a little different from the past.

The first three most powerful people in the present, each with magnificent looks, the regent is magnificent in black robes, the chief assistant is elegant and handsome in white clothes, and the emperor is dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe like a god.

However, the peach blossom eyes of the deity had a double smile, which made people want to crawl and get close.

One on the left and one on the right, yet expressionless, the combination of the three creates a strange picture.

"If there is something to play, if there is nothing to do, leave the court." The servant sang loudly, pulling everyone's minds back.

"I have something to announce."

The officials below began to come alive. Jiang Zhao was fine at the moment. The throne was very comfortable, and the height was just right. He propped his head on one hand and listened to the ministers below reporting on political affairs.

Most of Wenchen's affairs were handled by Yu Wenxu, and he occasionally said a sentence or two, and then pointed to the point.

Although a minister of power is a minister of power, he did not abuse his power, and he treated political affairs seriously, fairly and justly.

The military affairs were all arranged by Xiao Congwang, the patrols in the city and the garrison outside the city were all arranged very properly.

Xiao Congwang's voice is lower than Yu Wenxu's, he speaks at a moderate speed, and his voice is deep and magnetic.

Jiang Zhao was already a little sleepy, wrapped in a cloak to give him warmth, and his low voice made him more and more sleepy. He propped his head and closed his eyes.

Yu Wenxu turned his head and saw this picture. In the past, he looked at the lifeless person, but today he looks like a young man with red lips and white teeth. His face is bright white under the morning light, and his cheeks are slightly flushed. The bright eyes are closed together, as if you can see the shadow cast by the eyelashes.

His lips were thin and bloodless, but with a lustrous luster.

Yu Wenxu had never looked at his appearance seriously, but felt that those small earlobes were particularly different today.

There seems to be a small red mole under the earlobe.

An irritability rose in Yu Wenxu's heart, he turned his head away from that face, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "I wonder what the emperor thinks about the disaster relief?"