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Ah Jin followed behind Duke Huai.

Duke Huai took a leisurely walk in the wooden corridor of the palace. After walking a dozen or so steps, he suddenly thought of something, handed the ill-fated handkerchief to A Jin, and said, "Wipe the blood off your face."

There were only small blood spots on the young man's fair face, which looked like plum blossoms on the snow. Ajin scraped his face lightly with his fingertips to wipe off the blood.

"No more." Ah Jin replied.

In the hearts of young people, Duke Huai is extremely honorable, so Aiwujiwu, and everything about Duke Huai became honorable. The blood splashed on his face was filthy, so there was really no need to use Duke Huai's veil.

Duke Huai shoved the handkerchief into A Jin's hand with a little distaste, "I still have it in my hand." After speaking, he walked outside without waiting for A Jin's answer.

The security of Duke Huai's mansion was much stricter than before, and the number of guards increased sharply. If it was before, Duke Huai would probably enter the palace to thank him.

The heartless Prince Huai walked towards the door in a swaggering manner, and before he stepped out of the door, a knife blade was in front of him.

The snow-white blade illuminated Duke Huai's face.

Young Lang raised his eyebrows, and before he even touched the blade, Duke Huai changed his hands and rubbed his hair.

Ah Jin had no choice but to endure, looking coldly at the hand of the young officer holding the knife.

The young man was polite, but his tone was unquestionable, "His Royal Highness, I would like to follow His Highness the Crown Prince's instructions. The capital is not stable right now. Your Highness is a rich man. For His Highness's safety, please wait at home."

Duke Huai nodded, feeling that the rhetoric was very high-sounding, and no one could find any faults. However, the capital has always been heavily guarded, who made the capital unstable?The very handsome prince with affectionate eyebrows said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Prince." Duke Huai is more respectable than the prince. "His Royal Highness is busy with affairs, so I don't want to bother you. I also asked this lord to write His Royal Highness for this prince."

He didn't appear angry or worried, and his tone was leisurely and leisurely, not like facing officers and soldiers with knives, but a girl who looked forward to the beauty in the flower building.

This most absurd, coquettish, ignorant and ignorant His Royal Highness King Huai may be the calmest person in Beijing at the moment.

This man looked at Duke Huai neither humble nor overbearing, at the prince who was the emperor's favorite among the Liu royal family.

He is highly valued by the prince, otherwise he would not have been ordered to guard Duke Huai's mansion. When he came here, he thought about what he would do if Duke Huai was unwilling to accept the status quo and make a scene, or insisted on meeting the prince, but the Duke Huai in front of him It seems that he is not bothered at all by the prince controlling the capital.

Even the most dull and mediocre person in the court should understand the purpose of a prince who has long been disliked by the emperor to control the capital.

But Duke Huai was not in a hurry at all, he was not worried about himself, nor was he worried about the emperor.

He had clearly been greatly favored, even if he didn't have the slightest brotherly affection for the emperor, he should be afraid that after the new emperor ascended the throne, he would be left out in the cold.

The young man clasped his hands and said, "I dare not accept a thank you from King Huai, I will pass it on to the prince."

Duke Huai nodded, and dragged Ah Jin back to the inner door like a son, while hugging the young man's delicate face, he sighed: "If this king has a son, he will probably be about the same age as you. Not much."

Ah Jin Baishengsheng's little face was reddened by Duke Huai's pinch. He knew that he should not be held in his master's arms, but he also knew that he could not disobey his master's orders. It couldn't be easier to avoid Lord Huai's claws pinching his face, but two thoughts conflicted in his mind, and he struggled for a while, so he had to be pinched by Duke Huai like a clay doll.

"Subordinates, subordinates," Ah Jin said for a long time. He was not stupid, otherwise he would not have been able to persuade Mr. Dong Yu at that time, but he didn't know what to say when he met Duke Huai, and said, "This subordinate is not the prince's." son!"

"I know you're not." Duke Huai said with a smile, and pinched the young man's tofu-like face before letting go. Ah Jin was no longer a child. The outline is much sharper than Yi Qianfeng's. What he didn't expect was that Ah Jin looked thin, her face was still soft and fleshy, and she felt good to the touch, cool and soft. If this is a young girl, with the temperament of Prince Huai, Definitely want to kiss Fangze, "If you are my king's son," he clicked his tongue, "That's true," it's really unlucky.

In his previous life, he committed all kinds of crimes by burning, killing, looting, murder, and arson. In this life, he has come to pay off his debts.

To him, having successors was originally a kind of wishful thinking.

Having no children and no descendants means... less constraints.

Prince Huai smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes curled up.

Now that the entire capital is in the hands of the crown prince, the next step is to send troops to the side of the Qing emperor?

Throughout the ages, many emperors have been deceived by eloquent courtiers and have done countless things that harm the country and the people, but in any case, the emperors are innocent in the end.

However, who is the traitor who used it to sacrifice the flag?

Prince Huai seemed to just mention it casually, and said to A Jin: "A Jin, tell me, if you had a very handy sharp sword, would you easily throw it away?"

Ah Jin rolled her eyes like a girl's, but replied: "If the master tells me to lose it, I will lose it."

Duke Huai couldn't laugh or cry.

As far as the emperor is concerned, Qiao Yu is not a sword that can be used easily?Qiao Xiang is ruthless and has made countless enemies in the court. The only one he can rely on is the emperor.If you want to live, you will live.If you want him to die, thank you for your kindness.

The emperor used such a decisive blade, such a reckless mad dog, over the years, how many courtiers have been dealt with openly and secretly, and how many people have been silenced?

The power of the family has long been different from the past, and the emperor has most of the power in his hands.

Since there are deer, why use fish intestines?

He let go of the young man and said gratifiedly: "My prince's nephew is still capable, so I don't want to disgrace his father." Empress Chen is simple, only a noble daughter with a higher family background and luckier than others, As for his imperial brother... Duke Huai smiled inexplicably, "I just don't know what my good nephew did to impress Ji Weining."

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Different from the tense killings in central Beijing, the palace was peaceful and leisurely, and the emperor brought a lot of people, but it was arranged in an orderly manner by the officials in charge, without any omissions.

The palace was built in the middle of the mountain, and most of it is covered by lush century-old trees. The palace is bright with hundreds of steps on the first floor, and the eaves and arches are all exquisite. Although the buildings of the palace are complicated, they are not luxurious. Therefore, it is clean everywhere, not like a palace, but like a Taoist temple.

There are dozens of other gardens near the palace-officials are not allowed to enter the palace without summons, and they are all arranged to live in other gardens.

Those with higher ranks live alone in a separate garden with their attendants, and as the rank moves down, more people live together in a separate garden.

Qiao Yu's residence has four yards, he picked one, and after tidying it up, he didn't care about anything, the first thing he did was to change clothes and go to bed, completely disregarding that it was still daytime and the emperor might summon him at any time.

The subordinates who were assigned to serve Qiao Yu were stunned. They had seen many nobles who accompanied the emperor to pray for blessings. Qiao Yu, who seemed to have not slept in 800 years, was the first one who did not go to the emperor to thank the emperor immediately.

Qiao Yu ordered someone to light some spices to soothe the nerves, and after a while, he really fell asleep.

He didn't sleep well, and in his dreams, there were a lot of weird things, good and bad, all of them fell into dreams, and he woke up dizzy and dizzy.

The exquisite jade incense burner spits out a fragrance leisurely, the fragrance is very light, with a slight coolness, it smells very comfortable.

Qiao Yu had nightmares for several hours. The more she looked at this beautiful dead thing, the more unpleasant it became. Just as she was about to ask someone to throw it out, she caught a glimpse of a slender figure standing motionless outside the door out of the corner of her eye. He thought it was Hantan, coughed twice, and said slowly, "Hantan? Just right, you come in."

The figure outside asked, "Are you cold?"

An'an is steady and flat, who else could it be if it wasn't Yuanzan pen?

Qiao Yu's sleepy eyes widened suddenly, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, but he complained: "Why don't you be called when you come early? "

Yuan Zanbi pushed the door open and entered.

The color of his clothes was light, and the light fell on them, making Qiao Yu's eyes seem to brighten up.

Qiao Yu waved at him.

Yuan Zanbi did not go there immediately, but first took off his outer robe and hung it aside.

Yuan Zanbi is an orderly person, and even when he undresses, he has a strict upbringing look.

Qiao Yu supported her face with her hands, leisurely admiring the beauty changing clothes.

Yuan Zanbi asked, "Do you want me to help Qiao Xiang call Mr. Han in?"

He knew that Yuan Zanbi's outer robe was covered with cold air from outside, and when the two met, would there be any reason for Qiao Yu not to be tired in his arms?So with great foresight he took off his robes.

It's a pity that Yuan Zanbi only took off his outer robe.

Qiao Yu looked at Yuan Zan's eyes that were as quiet as autumn water, and couldn't help but said: "It's strange, I called Hantan just after waking up, you don't ask why, and you have to call someone in for me, how can there be anyone in the world?" Master Yuan is such a magnanimous person?"

Yuan Zanbi sat by the bed and said, "I want you to sleep a little longer." It was an explanation to Qiao Yu's previous question, but it did not respond to Qiao Yu's ambiguity.

Qiao Yu is a light sleeper, even the slightest sound can make Qiao Xiang sleepless all night, so the exhaustion of the boat and car along the way is nothing but tired to other adults. After going to bed, Yuan Zanbi stayed outside for an hour for fear of waking him up.

Qiao Yu rested her head on Yuan Zanbi's lap naturally, hooked Lord Gou Yuan's smooth chin with her fingers, and said as if coquettishly or teasingly: "You really don't care?" When he asked this, his expression was a little naive, It was Qiao Xiang's usual deceitful posture, and Yuanzan pens had long been commonplace.

Yuan Zan pen lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about how to answer, but also seemed to be in a daze.

When this little trick is used on Yuan Zanbi, Qiao Yu can get only four words: bring shame on yourself.

"Master Yuan—" Qiao Yu called him in an unrecognizable tone.

Master Yuan replied: "Qiao Xiang likes me."

Qiao Yu was caught off guard, and just wanted to put on a rosy face to tease Yuan Zanbi, but when she listened carefully, she found that you like me, not I like you, she is very sure.

Master Yuan continued: "So no."

Qiao Yu couldn't help clapping his hands and said: "Although the nobleman speaks late, if you say a few more words about the truth, it probably won't hurt Master Yuan's prosperous official career."

Yuan Zanbi lowered her head, and her soft lips barely brushed against Qiao Yu's fingertips, "Well, I'm not afraid."

Qiao Yu laughed, "You really..."

Simply fearless.

"The truth seems to have been sleeping for a long time, and you have been in the yard?" He leaned in, hugged Yuan Zanbi's waist, and rubbed his cheek against Master Yuan's lower abdomen.

Mr. Yuan has a stiff waist, which has nothing to do with the word Wenxiang nephrite, but Qiao Yu is addicted to hugging, wishing he would never let go.

Yuan Zanbi nodded slightly.

"Just stand there all the time, aren't you bored?" Qiao Yu gently played with his fingers. The fingers of this hand are not slender, and there are calluses on them from years of sword practice, caressing the delicate skin The scratch made the skin a little itchy, and it tickled people's hearts.

But Yuan Zanbi's hand is still pretty, the blue veins are very obvious on the back of his hand, he is a lot thinner than before, so the bones are sharply bristled, which is a mixture of paleness and strength.

Qiao Yu suddenly thought, what does it feel like to put such a finger in your mouth?

He touched his soft lips like a dragonfly, and Yuan Zan pen was stunned, but thought it was brushed by inadvertently, so he replied: "Mr. Tong Han said a few words."

Qiao Yu said, "Then it's more interesting to stand outside the door."

Yuan Zanbi doesn't like to talk very much, he only needs to talk, and he can say a few more words when facing Qiao Yu, Han Tan is even more reticent, if he can, he is probably very willing to keep silent for the rest of his life.

What can these two talk about?

When Qiao Yu thought about that scene, he found it extremely funny.

But what Qiao Yu didn't expect was that Yuan Zanbi really said two words to Han Tan, one asked Han Tan where Qiao Yu was, and the other answered Han Tan telling him that Qiao Yu was resting.

In the next hour, Yuan Zanbi sat quietly on the stone bench in the courtyard, frowned and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Han Tan picked a hidden place to wipe his sword, and kept an eye on the situation in the courtyard while wiping his sword.

If Qiao Yu knew about it, Qiao Xiang would probably laugh out loud three times.

Yuan Zan said without changing his expression: "It's acceptable."

Qiao Yu smiled, and pressed closer to his lower abdomen, and then buried his face in it. If Mr. Yuan didn't wear a lot of clothes, maybe he could even feel Qiao Yu's breathing.

Yuan Zanbi really wanted to push away Qiao Yu who was sticky and soft on his body. Being hugged by someone in this position was definitely not a comfortable experience, but facing Qiao Yu's hairy head, he only raised his hand. He pushes away.

Qiao Yu's voice sounded very vague through the material of the clothes, "Master Yuan is hard all over," he stretched out his hand to pinch it, "Well, it's very hard and flat."

Yuan Zan rubbed his forehead, as if he had nothing to say about Qiao Yu's behavior, "Of course it can't be soft."

Yuan Zanbi has been in the border all year round, and his chest and abdomen are very beautiful. Although he is not proud of himself, he has never been evaluated as very hard and flat.

Qiao Yu really wanted to reach in and touch his hand, but he gave up because of the complexity of Mr. Yuan's clothes, and he was still a little suffocated. He put his palm on it, felt the touch under his palm with satisfaction, and asked in an extremely serious tone: "If you are pregnant, is it going to bulge here?"

Qiao Yu's mind seemed to have something wrong with it. Yuan Zanbi was helpless and funny for a while, and didn't know whether to answer Mr. Qiao seriously that the man would not be pregnant, or to ask Qiao Yu if he should invite an imperial doctor to see him.

Qiao Yu lay on her lap, staring at Yuan Zanbi with sparkling eyes, obviously looking forward to Mr. Yuan's response.

In his beautiful fantasies, if Master Yuan could reprimand him with a reddish face, it would be superior, if he pursed his lips unnaturally and turned his head away without saying a word, it would be very charming, but the fear is...he has no expression in front of him He was still a little hesitant to speak, and seemed to really want to find an imperial doctor to take a good look at his brain.

Although he didn't understand the style, Master Yuan suddenly realized something. Instead of answering Qiao Yu's question, he blinked. His movements were very slow, and his tone of voice was even more sticky, as if he was not used to answering. : "Qiao Xiang and I haven't had sex yet, why are you talking about being pregnant?"

Qiao Yu was silent for a while, as if he was not even breathing.

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