The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

Like a stalk of rice, talking only half a word, even if he is as calm as Han Qi, he still fidgets when facing Cao Guogong's abnormal behavior.

"I really don't have any news," Han Qi said in a calm tone, but stopped turning over the soil of the snake-eyed heather: "The 'Taiping' at Zhenyuan Temple is a bit too much!"

The little Taoist priest in gray trembled, his expression flustered: "My lord, calm down..."

"Angry! Why am I angry?" Han Qi smiled, and his voice rose slightly: "If Cao Guogong's old fox got caught so easily, what's the point? Besides, I shouldn't be the one who is most anxious now, the emperor, four No one is sadder than me!"

Happiness can't be shown on the face, anger can't be shown on the surface, and he smiles three times when he meets people and troubles, which is a royal demeanor.But how many people know that the "gentle and humble" Zhao Wang Han Qi is actually the "living Yan Luo" who respects murder without blinking an eye.

The little Taoist couldn't figure out what his master was thinking, so he didn't dare to lift his head, for fear of accidentally touching something bad.

Three or two plants of heather seemed to have endless fun, and Han Qi tossed and moved them for nearly half an hour before picking up a sweat towel to wipe his hands: "Follow me to the study."

The little Taoist swallowed dryly, followed Zhao Wang two steps away, his chin was almost pressed against his chest, and only a pair of black boots were in sight.

Turning the corner of the corridor is the study room. The empty white walls are so plain that it makes people feel shabby. Stacks of books are placed on the left side of the table, and the inkstone on the right side is not completely dry.Han Qi mentioned that the wolf hair was saturated with ink, and outlined a tall and straight bamboo with a few strokes. Before the paper was completely dry, he rolled it up: "Take it to Taoist Master Qingfeng."

The little Taoist lowered his eyes, and lightly took the scroll into his hand. King Zhao's calligraphy was placed in front of him, but he didn't dare to look directly at what was on the painting, showing a timid and stupid look: "Your Highness didn't entrust you?"

"There are bamboos in the painting, rising steadily".Han Qi spoke very quickly, with a smile spreading from the corner of his mouth: "Let Qingfeng Daozheng rest assured, this king can trust him."

The little Taoist kowtowed for no reason, and carefully exited the study with the scroll in his hand.

The afternoon wind made the paper rustle, Han Qi put one finger on the corner of the scroll, raised his head and said with a smile, "Come down, I have something to tell you."

Firstly, he couldn't be laughed at for his height, and secondly, he didn't want to be disturbed during his lunch break. An Ren, who was lying on the beam and drowsy, frowned tightly.The Taoist priest had been gone for more than an hour, he didn't give orders earlier, he didn't give orders later, he had to wait for the sleepiness to come up before finding someone to do something, what an annoyance!

"It's all down, and who is it to show you with a stinky face?" Han Qi laughed while pointing to the drawing on the table: "Give this one to Zhang Huaiyu."

"It's bamboo again." Qibao walked into the desk, picked up the picture of green bamboo, and couldn't help asking: "I gave Zhang Huaiyu another piece of bamboo after I gave it to the Taoist priest."

Han Qi looked at Qibao and didn't answer. He ran his finger across the luxuriant bamboo forest: "This painting is Tibetan bamboo."

Whether it was in Dongying in the past, or in Zhaodi now, Qibao is not the type with a clear mind.He had never really understood the relationship between power and interests, and he was dizzy after talking about it, not to mention that the prince would not be interested in explaining it to him. Envelope: "My lord, Qibao is leaving."

It had been some time since King Xing appeared, and Emperor Jiayou angrily announced that he would punish Cao Guogong no less than twenty times. He shouted loudly, but did not take any actual action.

"Your Majesty..." Guo Guoshi waved the cattail fan in his hand, and sat in front of the alchemy furnace, his voice could not hear too much emotion: "If you want to ask that question, it's fine. Anyway, you have already made a conclusion in your heart, and any amount of talk will be in vain. .”

Emperor Jiayou smiled bitterly, and sighed: "How can the national teacher not understand my situation, I'm afraid that the fall of Cao Guogong will not benefit me..."

Guo Ziqian turned his back to the emperor, and sneered: "The emperor is really 'smart' everywhere, planning the Han family for his own benefit!"

"Guo Zigan, what do you mean!" Emperor Jiayou emphasized, "Are you also laughing at me for not being able to keep the land of my ancestors?"

"I don't dare to be poor," Guo Ziqian put down his cattail fan, his sallow face turned red strangely against the firelight: "Your Majesty, if you change your surname in this world, how will you face your ancestors in the future; If you own something that belongs to you, then they will be rebellious officials and thieves, and will leave a bad reputation forever. I hope the emperor will think twice about which is more important!"

Emperor Jiayou snorted coldly: "Guo Guoshi is really brave! You can say such disrespectful words!"

Guo Ziqian straightened his back, and said in a low voice: "The emperor appointed me as the national teacher, because he trusts the poor. You don't have to listen to some words, but I must say it!"

Emperor Jiayou's expression slowed down: "Wait a little longer! There is no movement from them now, and if you want to make a move, you have to find the source first."

In the afternoon of autumn, people are always lazy, and they accidentally sleep from lunch to dinner.Hearing footsteps, Wan Zixiao rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed.The white middle coat hangs loosely on his body, and his sleepy and dazed appearance makes it difficult to associate him with the notorious image.

"Why is it disturbing you?" Han Jing took a plate of peanuts and sat down beside the bed.

But after a moment of ignorance, he raised his face again, and it was Master Wan who was still sharp-eyed, fastened his belt again, and moved back vigilantly: "No, what time is it! You should have woken up..."

"It's fine if you don't have one." Han Jing put the plate on his knees, picked up a peanut and handed it to Wan Zixiao's lips: "Taste the freshly ground peanuts."

Just lowered his head and took a look, Wan Zixiao's eyes drifted to other places, the peanuts were peeled thoughtfully, the milky white full granules exude a faint fragrance of dried fruit, King Jin is always so pleasing to people, he is obviously acting but always With a deeply affectionate appearance, he said that he was hypocritical and became himself in the end with a guilty conscience.

"Don't like it?" Han Jing put the peanut into his mouth with a smile, "I remember you said before that fresh peanuts should be sweeter."

"You remember wrong," Wan Zixiao replied without even thinking about it, pulling her face as if she was fighting with someone: "Besides, when did I say that I like to eat peanuts?"

"It's fine if you don't like it." Han Jing sighed helplessly, and put the plate full of peanut kernels on the small bedside table. Regardless of whether he liked it or not, he caressed his soft lips with his fingertips: " You can tell me what you like and what you don’t like, Zi Xiao, I’m afraid I’m too stupid to guess what you’re thinking.”

Wan Zixiao turned his face away, frowning deeply, he didn't like a man who was suddenly so gentle, it always reminded him of the past, and easily aroused thousands of obsessions: "What's the matter, my lord?"

"I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do?" Han Jing withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "But I do have something to do today."

Han Jing's kindness always has a price, Wan Zixiao curled up his mouth and waited for the "reward" he wanted.

Originally thinking that the two things should be divided into half, but seeing Wan Zixiao's clear expression, he knew that he only believed in the latter one, and Han Jing blinked innocently: "Zixiao, now Cao Guogong stands still, do you think we should What should I do?"

"Since the mountain can't come over, let's go over!" Wan Zixiao finally felt relieved, and confidently squeezed a peanut: "We can't always be led by the nose by Cao Yuzhang!"

Picking out the plump ones on the small table and piled them in his hands, Han Jing pushed the peeled peanuts in front of Wan Zixiao, as if he had completely forgotten who just said that he didn't like peanuts: "Even if you take the initiative, you can eat peanuts." Looking for a decent excuse, right?"

Wan Zixiao looked at the pile of peanuts piled up in front of him, and couldn't help frowning: "It's easy to find excuses, but it's hard to find something that can really touch the bones of the old man! Those who are corrupt and perverted, and weaving party members are of no use at all!"

Han Jing nodded and smiled slightly: "My uncle is really copper-skinned and iron-skinned! But people have weaknesses, as long as you catch them accurately, you won't be afraid that he won't fall into the urn!"

"His weakness?" Wan Zixiao hesitated after careful consideration: "Except for being able to eat and love fat, Cao Guogong seems to have nothing particularly outstanding."

Han Jing leaned against the bed rail and said slowly: "Whatever he likes and cares about most will be his weakness."

Wan Zixiao suddenly realized: "You mean Cao He!"