Reincarnation of the powerful minister

After Su Yan left Fusi of Beizhen, he went back home immediately and ordered the servant to boil water and wash himself well in the tub.

After washing for less than half an hour, he sniffed his body to confirm that he could no longer smell the smell of blood and essence, and then got up to get dressed.

The incident of being forced to masturbate to each other in the jail caused a considerable blow to his straight man's heart, causing him to be depressed, and it was embarrassing to even think about it.

But the blow was not so great as to be ashamed and indignant.After all, when I was in college, a group of old men in the dormitory occasionally made jokes about this. When they found someone masturbating secretly, they would quietly go up to lift his bed, or knock on the door of the bathroom, and coax him to be a gourd baby.

Just be a gourd baby once, it's no big deal, the straight man of steel thought to himself.

He had to go back to the East Palace to report and wait on the energetic young man, so he had to dress neatly and enter the palace with vigor.

Zhu Helin waited anxiously for him, and when he saw him from a distance, he ran over in three steps at a time, "You are back. I heard that the hellish place in the imperial prison is damp and cold, and it is very unlucky. Don't stay too long, be careful." Got a cold."

Su Yan smiled and said, "It's okay, I didn't stay long. Has Your Highness finished writing the class today?"

Zhu Helin avoided the topic of academics, looked at him, and asked puzzledly: "Hey, why is your mouth broken?"

Su Yan subconsciously stroked the cut on his lips, hissed lightly, and covered it up: "It's... I got angry and blistered, and it broke."

"Then I'll send someone to call the imperial physician, and I'll prescribe some herbal tea for you to clear away heat and reduce internal heat, and take it home to drink."

"No need, no need, it's a lot of work, I'll leave the palace later, just grab some herbal tea at the Green Grass Shop. Has Your Highness finished the window lesson today?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Zhu Helin could only go to the study dejectedly, and honestly began to write the class.

Fu Bao, the servant, was grinding and serving at the table. Seeing Su Yan waving to him from outside the curtain, he made a silent gesture and walked out quietly.

"Eunuch Fu Bao, did you find any results about the matter I asked you to investigate last month?" Su Yan asked in a low voice.

Fu Bao replied dejectedly: "I've checked, the purchasing staff from the Internal Official Supervisor, the cook from the Shangshan Supervisor, and the Shangyi Supervisor who came to measure new clothes...there are dozens of people, and I can't even check them out."

Su Yan thought for a while, and then asked: "Is there any other messenger from the palace?"

"Except for the emperor's side, oh, and the queen mother's side, there are no other palaces."

That's right, whether it's the harem setting up a bureau, or having an affair with someone outside the palace, people from the palace will never be used, and the leaves are hidden in the forest, so it's really hard to investigate.We can only increase our vigilance and strengthen our defenses. If this kind of thing happens again in the future, we must catch it immediately so that we can track down the mastermind behind the scenes.

Su Yan earnestly told Fu Bao, but before he finished speaking, Duo Guier, the servant next to the eunuch Lan Xi, the chief of ceremonies, rushed to the East Palace and said that the emperor had summoned Su Shidu in the imperial study.

Su Yan had no choice but to say hello to the prince, and followed Duo Guier to the imperial study.

Uncommonly, Emperor Jinglong did not critique the scriptures, but splashed ink to paint a freehand landscape.

Su Yan saluted, and obediently stood aside, waiting for the emperor to deal with him.

The Koryo Gong paper made of cotton and cocoons is tough as silk, and the frame of the whole painting has been laid out on it. The emperor is using scorched ink and thirsty pen to separate the trees and rocks.

Su Yan held his breath and waited for a moment before hearing the Son of Heaven ask without raising his head: "Go to prison?"

He subconsciously gave a "hmm" and found it too casual, so he quickly added: "Back to the emperor, I did go to the imperial prison before noon, and I just came back."

"To visit your first teacher?"

"……Yes."

The emperor's pen paused, and he raised his deep and narrow eyes to look at him, "What do you think about Zhuo's sacrificial wine?"

Su Yan's scalp went numb.

——This is a Taoist proposition!

Zhuo Qi was accused of forming a party for personal gain and accepting bribes.Leaving aside whether the latter is true or false, the former alone is already a politically sensitive point.

The party that formed the "party" was called the Xiye Party. It was formed by a group of Confucian scholars and demoted officials because of their like-mindedness. It has a wide influence in the ruling and opposition parties.They satirized the state affairs, commented on officials, and abused power eunuchs, and gradually changed from an academic group to a political faction, forming a whirlpool-like center of public opinion.

Although Zhuo Qi did not explicitly express his support, he had personal relationships with some of the party members.

Yu Yong, the Secretary of the Imperial College, seized this opportunity and scolded Zhuo Qi in the impeachment memorial for cultivating party members and being disloyal to the emperor.

Although Ge Lao Li Chengfeng believed that his protégé was not a member of the Xiye Party, it was difficult for him to be completely removed before the trial, so he had to bear the pain and watch him go to prison.

Right now, if Su Yan pleads for the teacher, he is ignoring the laws of the country; if he does not plead for the teacher, he is inhumane;

The emperor's hand holding the pen hovered steadily, looking at him patiently.

In an instant, seven or eight thoughts turned in Su Yan's mind, like a computer running crazily, weighing the pros and cons, and choosing the most accurate and appropriate response.

The last picture in my mind was fixed on a classic masterpiece known to all ages - "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Su Yan knelt down slowly, walked forward on his knees, held the emperor's sleeves, and buried his head deeply.

Emperor Jing Long was puzzled, and suddenly heard a low choking sound.

The choking sound turned into sobbing again, sad and forbearing, as if it contained the inner pain that the person concerned could not let go of, and it was heartbreaking to hear.

The emperor was completely stunned.

He put down the brush, and slowly sat back on the golden nanmu carved armchair.Su Yan took the opportunity to take another two steps on his knees, and buried his face in the emperor's thigh, crying so sadly that the cuckoo cried blood.

Emperor Jinglong felt a wave of heat permeating the fabric, and the place on his thigh that had been ironed by tears went deep into his flesh and blood. He couldn't help feeling a little regretful that he had pushed too hard on this young official whom the crown prince favored, and guarded him too deeply. .

——He is just a boy who can reach the age of 17, not a few years older than He Lin!

"...Okay, okay, get up." The emperor patted Su Yan on the head.

Su Yan made a plan secretly, but the fire was not yet ready, so he continued to cry while hugging the dragon's leg, without saying a word, just crying, his body twitching uncontrollably.

Emperor Jing Long sighed silently, with his palm down, stroking his trembling back.

Su Yan's shoulders looked thin, but they didn't feel thin.The unique firmness and elasticity of young skin, as well as the faint fragrance oozing from the collar, stuck to the emperor's hand like a cobweb.

The touch changes without knowing it, from comfort to emotion.

Su Yan was crying so hard, he suddenly felt that something was wrong... The hand on the back, is the stroking force a little too strong, is the angle a little crooked, is the scale a little indescribable?

He had just been raped before noon, and now he was still afraid of well ropes for ten years, so he raised his face reflexively, hiccupped loudly, and stopped crying.

Emperor Jinglong's heart was shaking, and he was a little suffocated when he suddenly met a pear-blossoming face.He looked at the pair of hazy phoenix eyes close at hand, and felt that the whole season of spring in the world was integrated into it, and even poetry and painting were hard to describe. He couldn't help reaching out and stroking, his fingertips slid from the trembling eyelashes all the way to the bright red lips.

Then the emperor asked, "Why is your mouth broken?"

"When it got angry, it bubbled for a long time, and it broke."

"I don't look like I'm angry, but I've been bitten."

"..."

This stalk can't pass, right? !Su Yan roared from the bottom of his heart, but his face showed a blank expression: "I don't have the habit of biting my lips. Could it be that I grind my teeth at night when I get angry, and I don't know if I bite?"

Emperor Jing Long rubbed his fingertips in doubt, and finally stopped entangled in this topic.

Su Yan realized that the current situation was not right.He knelt on the emperor's lap, raised his face as if inviting pets, while the other party leaned over to stare, fingers caressing his face ambiguously... This is the rhythm of wiping a gun and going off!

In his head, the straight male alarm sounded loudly, he hurriedly retreated, wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and said guiltily: "I lost my composure for a while, I beg the emperor to forgive me."

In a trance, escaped from the charming dream, and returned to the body with a deep and self-sustaining disposition. Emperor Jing Long stopped his hands, deliberately ignoring the residual heat of his fingertips, got up and picked up the brush again, and continued to draw his landscape pictures of self-cultivation.

"... Your Majesty?" Su Yan was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to get up without receiving the sacred order.

The emperor drew a line and said calmly: "Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and all the officials are on vacation. There is a show of shooting willows in Dongyuan. Those who hit the mark will be rewarded. Do you want to show off your skills?"

Su Yan also heard that the Dragon Boat Festival was a holiday, so he planned to go to the Jinshui River to watch dragon boat rowing, but now he heard that the imperial court organized a group building, and it was still in the famous royal garden, so he immediately changed his mind, and instead of going to the regular activities, he went to Dongyuan .

"I am willing to go with you, but I am not good at riding and shooting. Can I just watch the fun and skip it?"

Su Yan has only been in this era for half a year, and he has learned horse riding quite quickly, but he has almost never touched archery. If he is allowed to play, he will probably win the off-target championship.

The emperor said: "Six arts of a gentleman, archery is the second, you must learn it. If you don't know it, I can teach it... I can ask someone to teach you."

Su Yan had no choice but to thank her.

"Go, go to study with the prince, don't be an eyesore in front of me." The emperor issued an order to expel the guests.

Only then did Su Yan heave a sigh of relief, politely bowed and left.

After the figure of the young attendant disappeared outside the hall, the emperor put down his pen, rubbed the landscape painting with scattered brushwork, and threw it at the foot of the table.

He tried his best to calm the heat and thirst deep in his body, and took out a sapphire openwork lotus leaf pendant from the drawer.

The texture of this jade pendant is delicate and moist, and the carving is vivid. The water droplets sipping on the lotus leaf seem to be flowing and rolling down, but in the eyes of the emperor who has read all the treasures, it is only commonplace.

The only thing that is different is that the word "Qinghe" is carved on the back of the jade pendant.The emperor put it on the corner of the white paper and began to draw a picture of wind and lotus after rain.

This time the painting was very fluent and handy, and at the end beside the lotus leaf, he wrote two lines of poems with his strong and mellow brushwork, which was evaluated by later generations as "a book in calligraphy and ink, where you can place it wherever you want, with the utmost ingenuity":

Qinghe pities Jingbi, and the rain is unbearable.

——I take pity on the clear and green green lotus, fearing that it will not be able to withstand the invasion of the night rain.