I'm too tired to be in the Shura field every day

Chong Yan looked at the bright red gauze material in his hand, he knew it was wrong to do so, but he still couldn't help tearing it off.

At that time, he was taken to Beiyu's bedroom by the maid. The maid opened Beiyu's closet, and there was a cloak of four seasons there. The maid asked him, "My lord, what color is Your Majesty wearing today?"

He didn't know what kind of clothes Beiyu was wearing today, so he said, "Let me choose."

"No." The maid saluted and gave him the space.

Chong Yan pretended to caress the delicate and exquisite cloak twice, and when he saw the maid leave, he wanted to quit, but when he passed the emperor's dragon bed, he found a corner of red cloth under the layers of clothes.

With sharp eyes, he could tell that the fabric was stuffed in hastily, and the color contrast was so obvious that Chong Yan couldn't help but walk over.

The exposed gauze material was less than one-third of an inch, Chong Yan grabbed that small corner, dragged it, but dragged out a whole long dress.

"Shayi?"

He frowned in disgust.

The emperor would certainly not have such clothes, let alone this kind of fabric.

Such a bright fabric, with a rough and amorous texture, Chong Yan tore a section of the yarn off.

He closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, but there were veins on the back of his hand holding the gauze.

After waiting for half an hour, his personal guard quickly replied: "My lord, the source of the cloth has been found."

"Report." Chong Yan's voice was cold and hard.

The personal guard replied solemnly: "This fabric is used by the newest oiran in Kyoto, so the oiran is proud and arrogant. He monopolizes this rouge-colored yarn in Kyoto, and it can almost be concluded that he is the only one who wears it."

"Oiran?" Chong Yan asked, "People outside the palace?"

"Yes," said the personal guard, "this subordinate found a benefactor of this oiran. He is one of the people who have seen the oiran at close range recently. He should be able to distinguish it more clearly. The general gave fewer samples. If the general I can show him more yarn..."

The guard intentionally or unintentionally took a look at Zhongyan's palm.

Chong Yan pursed his lips and said, "Bring the person."

"Yes." The guard nodded, turned around and waved, a man in his fifties with several sachets on his waist was brought up.

Chong Yan recognized that it was the man he saw in the morning, and asked, "Is that you?"

The fragrant ink colored the atmosphere in the closed room, and Beiyu was pressed on the table by the prime minister.

It was as if the night when he asked the prime minister if they could be alone, the prime minister's eyes were clear, but they looked at each other like a deep pool.

The prime minister said to him: "Your Majesty is provoking me."

Beiyu's palms kept grinding on the edge of the table, his shoulders trembled a little, and his palms felt a little damp and hot, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "If the prime minister can keep his composure, why would he be provoked by me? I'm afraid it's not the prime minister." I moved my mind, but, "

He looked into the prime minister's unfathomable eyes, and said in an unsteady voice: "I have moved my mind, but I want to push the responsibility to my head... Ugh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was forced to lower by another inch. Bei Yu's back was almost flush with the table. He said in distress, "Prime Minister..."

Fu Yue forced the young emperor to the case, saw that his facial features were different from those of a year ago, and said, "Your Majesty, was it intentional to shut me out?"

Bei Yu opened his mouth, but before explaining, he heard the prime minister whisper, "Because of His Majesty's attitude, I am indeed nervous."

Beiyu opened his eyes wide.

Whether it was the envelope telling him not to come back, or the ruthlessness that kept him out, Fu Yue felt Beiyu's different attitude.

It seemed that the battlefield, which had always been sure of victory, lost power in an instant, from the one on top to the other end of the seesaw.

He noticed the difference between the Son of Heaven and a year ago, and felt that the tender red lips were softer.

He was fascinated and noticed that the cuff moved. He looked over and found that the young emperor was holding his cuff, and the little deer's eyes were covered with mist and said: "Then what does the prime minister think of me?"

Fu Yue was able to feel the grievance in his eyes, as if he should have given him an explanation long ago.

"Chen..." Fu Yue's throat tightened, and he could see the expectation in Bei Yu's eyes.

An eighteen-year-old boy who has beautiful fantasies about him.

In addition to this status, this person is also a king who needs assistance.

He said: "I feel that although Your Majesty is still young, if you can give him good support, he will definitely be a good king in the future."

Bei Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then he was struck by lightning: "Prime Minister, why are you saying such things at this time??? It's too ugly!!"

Fu Yue stood up and said calmly: "Your Majesty, a gentleman should abide by etiquette, not make rash judgments when he has a whim, and be cautious in his words and deeds."

Bei Yu couldn't believe it, his face wrinkled.

pain mask.

Fu Yue looked at Bei Yu's hard-pressed expression, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, you should refute the minister at this time."

Bei Yu felt uncomfortable: "How can I refute it?"

Fu Yue said, "You should refute the minister, although a gentleman should be cautious in his words and deeds, but if he really can't help it," he whispered, "There is nothing wrong with following your heart."

When Bei Yu heard this, the hairs all over his body exploded, and an impulse rushed to his head. He didn't react, but when he heard a bang, he came back to his senses and had already pressed the prime minister on the table.

The witness who walked in was the pilgrim who had just met earlier, and he frowned heavily: "It's you?"

The pilgrim didn't know why he came here, but seeing the regent's cold face, he was 8000 meters away from the morning, and he knelt down in panic and asked, "My lord, why did you ask the villain?"

The confidant said: "My adults want to ask a few questions about this fabric, just answer honestly."

The pilgrim said, "cloth?"

He raised his head and saw a piece of fabric leaking out from Chong Yan's fingertips, and immediately kowtowed and said, "My lord, although I have met the owner of this fabric, I only consume his beauty and am not close to him. I don’t know any background at all!”

Being taken away suddenly during a dinner party, there is no guarantee that this oiran is not a spy being pursued by the government. If this is the case, then the crime of colluding with a spy cannot be borne by Xiangke.

Chongan listened to the message in his words and said, "Do you know whose cloth this is?"

The pilgrim said, "It's the new oiran in Beijing." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he said, "I had a banquet with him yesterday, but..."

Before he could utter an excuse, Chong Yan cut him off and asked, "You've seen the oiran, so tell me, which part of the clothes is this cloth?"

The pilgrim took another look at the fabric in Chongyan's hand, and immediately replied: "It's the corner of the gauze dress, and the golden part is a petal of a lotus flower."

Seeing that he was able to explain so clearly even the details, Chong could not help but grow colder. The source of the clothes was almost ironclad.

But how did the emperor, who lived in the deep palace for a long time, get connected with the oiran who performed folk arts, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what high-ranking officials this oiran has seen recently?"

Someone must have built a bridge from the middle.

When the pilgrim heard this, his complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "My lord, is that oiran really a spy? Kechen really doesn't know about his news, please check it out!"

The personal guard immediately shouted at him: "Answer your lord's words well!"

The pilgrim howled: "I only had a friendship with that oiran for a banquet, how can I know his details, and my career was in full swing before, so how could I do such a thing of digging my own grave?"

The guard frowned, and was about to say something, when Zhong Yan raised his hand to signal him not to use it.

He said to the pilgrims: "I am looking for you this time, not for military torture, and the oiran is not for the country."

The pilgrim asked with a pale face, "That's it?"

Chong Yan said: "It's my personal matter, if you want to know who the oiran is, you stand up and speak up."

Xiangke slowly straightened his knees, savored the word "private matter", and turned a little bit.

Chong Yan lowered his eyes, took a sip of tea, and said: "I want to know the personal status of the oiran, what kind of person he is, how many people are around him, these things will not be recorded, it is my personal inquiry, do you understand? "

The pilgrim moved his brain, and immediately said excitedly, "Your Excellency said so, I understand completely!"

Sick of seeing that he had misunderstood, he showed a little smile as encouragement, and the pilgrim shared excitedly: "The oiran is indeed born with extraordinary beauty, with a well-proportioned body, a clear and charming temperament, although she is a man of the world, she has no rouge, even Confucianism. Everyone loves him."

Chong Yan said: "Then he has seen some officials or people in the court recently."

"This..." Pilgrim hesitated.

Chong Yan took another sip of tea and said, "If you say you won't cause trouble, then it won't cause you trouble. Maybe I can take care of your business."

The pilgrim thought for a while, and felt that if he was the regent, there would be no golden spear in the world that could stab him, but if he didn't say it, he might not be able to walk out of this gate today. Said, did you enter the palace for the cooperation of the government?"

He swallowed his throat and said: "Actually, this list was supported by the prime minister, and the reason why the list was made possible is that I invited the oiran to help me as a lobbyist."

Hearing this, Zhong Yan slowly frowned: "Fu Sheng?"

He had heard about the character of the prime minister, but he didn't think that Fu Yue would do such a thing. The title of Fu Sheng also pointed out his attitude.

The pilgrim said: "Actually, that day, the prime minister didn't intend to hand over this list to me, but in the end he saw the oiran, changed his previous attitude, and was very fond of the oiran. That night..."

He watched the regent slowly frowning, and said bravely, "The prime minister took him away that night."

There was a thud, and some tea spilled out of the table.

The pilgrim felt the pressure on his shoulders, so he could only continue: "The oiran followed the prime minister that day, and the next day it was reported that he was rewarded with a very precious ointment, which was specially used for men. I heard that the ointment was fragrant and smooth. I can't see it, it seems to be a rare treasure in the palace, but this matter was quickly suppressed, and only a few people in the business circle knew about it, and they all said that the young oiran may have an unlimited future..."

Having said that, he said bravely, "The little one is done."

But when he went to see the Prince Regent, the lord who had a somewhat cold face had already turned frosty.

Chong Yan didn't expect that Fu Sheng, who spread far and wide and had a good face, was actually a flattering villain.

Take the emperor to find flowers and ask willows, is he also a scholar!

When I was feeling depressed, another personal guard came in at the door, "My lord."

The pilgrim was taken away, and the guards said to him: "My lord, the news of the emperor's itinerary is very tightly hidden, but it has been found..."

The personal guard looked around, and whispered in Chong Yan's ear, "Today, a white horse stopped at the door of the prime minister, and there was a real dragon's dark pattern on the horseshoe."

Chong Yan clenched his back molars and stood up.

Bei Yu pressed Fu Yue on the table, panicked at first, but the prime minister didn't scold him, and he didn't look at him with any resistance, the hair on his back on the table was curled up on his chest, it was all sexy at a glance, he rolled again rolled the throat.

With courage, he slowly climbed up with trembling fingers, but the prime minister didn't kick him, he clasped his ten fingers tightly with the prime minister's, and said, "Prime Minister, you taught me to move according to my heart, now,"

He swallowed his throat and said, "Now, I'm going to move."

Bei Yu slowly leaned on the prime minister, but he didn't know if he was too nervous, he couldn't concentrate at all.

"Prime Minister..." He looked at the pale lips of the Prime Minister, but when he reached the head, he couldn't kiss him. One side of his face, his forehead rested on the prime minister's shoulder.

"Prime Minister, wait for me, I will soon..." He was so nervous that his back went numb.

Seeing how nervous he was, Fu Yue let go of one hand and patted him on the back, like a child comforting him, and grasped his five fingers tightly with the other hand, and said, "Take your time."

Bei Yu felt more and more ashamed. As the prime minister's prospective boyfriend, he couldn't even do this well, but the prime minister's reassurance worked, and he felt a little more relaxed.

As soon as he relaxed and wanted to speak, he turned his head and saw the prime minister's interlocking left hand with him, and the white handkerchief that wiped the ink stains for him was sandwiched in it.

He said, "Is the prime minister wearing a white handkerchief today?"

Fu Yue stood up slowly, and said to Bei Yu, "It's always been like this."

Beiyu tilted his head: "Didn't the prime minister bring a blue handkerchief last time?"

Fu Yue adjusted his position, pushed Bei Yu on the table and said, "I only use white handkerchiefs."

Bei Yu didn't react, and said while lying down: "Doesn't the prime minister have handkerchiefs of other colors?"

Fu Yue had already put the person down and explained: "Your Majesty, I only use white handkerchiefs. If Your Majesty likes other colors, I can also wear them, but I still prefer white."

Bei Yu was still in a daze: "But the prime minister clearly brought..."

Suddenly he stopped, his eyes slowly enlarged.

Fu Yue didn't notice any difference, propped her elbows on the table, circled Beiyu in the small space, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I think Your Majesty...is very good, so..."

He stretched out his hand, and put his palm on Beiyu's cheek, and was about to say something, when he heard a snap, his hand was thrown away, and his body was pushed up.

The prime minister was caught off guard by Bei Yu and pushed him up, holding his slapped wrist and frowning: "Your Majesty, why are you..."

Suddenly he stopped again, because he saw Bei Yu's small face turned pale. He didn't know why Bei Yu suddenly became upset, but he could feel that Bei Yu was scared and flustered, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, what happened?" what happened."

Hearing the prime minister's voice, Bei Yu suddenly raised his head.

The prime minister said that he only used white handkerchiefs, but that night, when he tricked the "prime minister" into his room, what the "prime minister" left behind was a handkerchief that was so green that it couldn't be greener.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something to the prime minister who was rejected by him, but in the end his eyes turned red, and he kicked his feet and ran out.

"Northern fish?!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-0117:27:06~2021-08-0710:14:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Time is cool 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles for my wife; 1 bottle for fans;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!