The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

Wen Yan opened his eyes.

The first time she saw her dark guard Liu Qing huddled in the old place on the beam, there was a pair of big eyes in the dark corner, and when she woke up, they lit up instantly.

Wen Yan closed his eyes again and rested for a while.

Her brain was still dizzy, she moved her fingers, and a sense of fatigue immediately spread from all parts of her body.Feeling this reaction, even I was a little surprised.

How much did she drink yesterday?

Especially during the scattered breathing, the gradually restored taste on the tongue coating conveyed an extremely bitter and astringent medicinal taste, mixed with some hot and sour taste, which was hard to describe.

Wen Yan's facial features wrinkled instantly, and it was pitiful to look at him nervously.At the same time, thanks to the bitterness, she also remembered.

She hadn't stopped drinking during the second half of the banquet last night, and the last bit of consciousness was still left in Qian Chun who brought her a bowl of soup, Wen Yan only remembered that the bowl was all the color of black lacquer.She has a lot of experience in this area, and when she sees this, she knows it is a bitter taste.That would be good, as soon as she thought of the memories of last night, the sense of bitterness became stronger.

It's not even a taste to swallow now.

If Liu Qing hadn't secretly slipped her two plums, the situation would only be worse now.

Wen Yan closed his eyes, and silently added one or two strokes to Liu Qingyue's Feng Li.

Lying on the soft bed, the little prince began to reflect on himself.

Last night, Wen Yan didn't know how she kept drinking one glass after another in the second half of the journey. Although she wasn't bad at drinking, she definitely wasn't drunk after a thousand drinks.But she was hungover all night.

Wen Yan's face darkened, she thought things quickly and complicatedly.

In her mind, getting a hangover, isn't this behavior the same as her inexplicable teasing last night?

They are all strange whim, very unreasonable.

For a long time, on the soft couch, the girl with disheveled black hair stared blankly at the beams above her head. It was fine not to mention Luo Hanjue, but at just a moment ago, the woman's face was exceptionally clear amidst the mess. With the strange behavior she made, it flowed up like the wine.

For a moment, Wen Yan's consciousness was full of Luo Hanjue's face, the girl was thinking too much, but Luo Hanjue bit her fingertip last night, and the sense of existence of this incident became extraordinarily arrogant.

For no apparent reason, her phalanges began to itch again.

Especially the place that had been stained by wine was moist and soft.

Subconsciously, Wen Yan later thought that maybe she was dizzy from drinking too much, and she actually said:

"It looks...very friendly...looks."

There was a "pop" in the room, loud and pleasant.

Qian Chun, who was guarding the outer door, immediately focused his attention, and the maid listened to the door and window, asking softly, "Your Highness, what happened."

No one answered, Qian Chun pressed harder on the door, and the worry in the heart of this loyal maid did not diminish.

"Your Highness?"

Wen Yan: "No problem, come in."

Qianchun was relieved, as long as His Highness answered, she was a little confused why His Highness's voice sounded so much duller.Could it be the effects of a hangover?

The maid bowed her head and entered the room, standing outside the curtain of the inner room a few steps away.

"Get ready to wash up."

Finally, after the curtain was lifted, and Qian Chun saw her master's face clearly, she silently lowered her head again.

After dinner, Wen Yan took a walk to the flower garden.

She's not interested in singing and dancing, but Wen Yan has some experience with gardening flowers and plants.

Although this is not the name of the six arts of a gentleman.

Still influenced by her brother's words, Wen Yan knew that her mother was quite proficient in calligraphy and painting of piano and chess.Later, they all followed the Taifu in the palace to teach, and the husband was very strict in discipline, thinking that other interests besides reading were playthings.They rarely had the opportunity to touch the few sheet music left by their mother.

Speaking of it, Liu seems to have left a guqin behind.

Although I don't know if it's still there...

Along the Qingshizi road, she walked into the garden of Songge, and the flowers that came from the pavement were growing just right.The gardener specially accepted the high price from the owner of the palace, so the natural growth is full of vitality.

Wen Yan walked to a flowerbed, especially the orchids in it were growing gratifyingly, and the morning dew condensed on the petals, making them even more beautiful.She looked at the bouquet of orchids in front of her, recalling the poetry gatherings of the past few days in her mind, stretched out her hand while fiddled with it, and spoke in the deserted garden.

"Liu Qing."

As soon as the wind passed, the shadow came in response: "Your subordinate is here, what orders does the lord have?"

Wen Yan didn't turn around, as if he was interested in the delicate flower in his hand, "How about the matter I asked you to check?"

Liu Qing replied: "If you go back to the lord, this subordinate has been lurking outside Luo Yunjiao's house this week. On the day Shihui returns, Luo Yunjiao transferred her personal maid Xia He away and promoted a new personal maid." take care of."

"Humph", Wen Yan's drooping eyes reflected the color of orchids, she sneered, "It's extremely stupid."

Liu Qing half-kneeled behind and continued to report: "Rumors about Luo Yunjiao in the Luo family were flying all over the sky in those few days. In Xu Lei's yard, a letter was stuffed there."

"Xu Lei?"

A gloomy face flashed past, and Wen Yan still had some impression of the name, "That surname of the family who studied in the Luo family. Why, Luo Yunjiao, who has no brains, is still in contact with this person?"

Liu Qing gave a "hmm" and continued: "Xu Lei went to Luo Yunjiao's yard the next day, and it was Luo Yunjiao who opened the door. In the beginning, Luo Yunjiao and Xu Lei began to form a pair."

The system, which was still immersed in yesterday's beautiful cg, screamed when it heard this sentence.

Wen Yan listened to the buzzing in his head, his head hurt from a hangover, so he said "quiet", and the system silently disappeared.

Wen Yan rubbed his forehead: "The second son of the Xu family had an incident when he was in school, and his career was almost cut off. Didn't the Xu family ask Luo Wenshan to teach him to study, and he was settled for less than half a year? There are frequent accidents in the market place."

Liu Qing was silent.

In fact, Xu Lei never stepped out of Luo Yunjiao's room during the time she was monitoring, and Luo Yunjiao never stepped out of the courtyard.

The hidden guard's internal strength is quite deep, even if she retreated to the edge of the inner house's controllable range, she could still hear some melodious sounds.Liu Qing didn't go into details, but felt that this matter really defiled people's ears, after all our prince is only nineteen.

Although what she didn't know was that in her heart, their pure prince had crossed the line with the beauty last night.

Wen Yan stopped talking after hearing this, and waved Liu Qing to retreat.

The system in her brain couldn't hold back any longer, "Although I knew that this kind of unscrupulous situation would happen, she actually worked hand in hand with her cousin, and women who enter the palace must keep their chastity, which is too... ..."

Gentle and cold voice: "People like Luo Yunjiao, as long as they can climb up the ladder, it is normal to use unscrupulous means. For her, a man is the most convenient shortcut for her to gain power and strength. And after she suffered from the poetry club , Luo Yunjiao has indeed had a lot of scandals, no matter how stupid she is, she knows that she has no hope of entering the palace."

Luo Yunjiao was no different from those old bastards in the court, Wen Yan's light eyes gradually darkened when he thought of these mobs.

"So, it's not surprising that she can do such a thing."

"The title of general of the previous generation of the Luo family was hereditary from Luo Yebing. His brother Luo Wenshan was a scholar. He became a Jinshi at a young age and married his third wife. The strangest thing about this person is that he doesn't care about his heirs. She is more than considerate to the other second wives of the concubines."

But when it comes to the generation of the Luo family, except for Luo Hanjue, the rest are mediocre, and the few concubines are notoriously dandies.

I didn't say the second half of the warm words, what did I say, let the system know more about what I said about that woman?

System: "But this is not her body, she can also..."

"The original Luo Yunjiao, if I'm not mistaken, she wasn't the one who woke up after falling into the water." Wen Yan said these words, always feeling that he didn't know where the sense of déjà vu came from.

"Yes, there are two ways for transmigrators to travel through the world. One is to seize the body, which directly eliminates the consciousness of the original owner and takes up the body. The other is fetal penetration, growing up as a baby. This way of traversing, Even for me, it is difficult to distinguish the identity of the traverser. Because of the perennial life, the fluctuation of the soul has matched the fluctuation of the local area."

Hearing this, Wen Yan thought about it.

Looking at the blue sky, an inexplicable thought suddenly flashed, yesterday...how did she come back?

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In the imperial study, Wen Zibo corrected the memorial.

Manager Wang waited at the side, delivering memorials, grinding ink, and making tea from time to time.

The richness of the paper and ink gradually evaporated, Wen Zibo put down his pen, and told Wang Defu:

"Announce her to come in."

Wang Defu led the order and walked out of the inner room.He saluted the people standing in the wing room and said: "Your Majesty invites you to enter, General Luo."

Luo Hanjue withdrew his eyes from the calligraphy and painting in front of him, and walked into the direction where Wang Defu came out.

Wang Defu gently closed the door of the inner room, stepped out and stood guard outside the door.

After approving the memorial for a whole day, Wen Zibo rubbed his wrist, feeling a little sore, without raising his head, he said casually, "Find a seat for yourself." After rubbing for a long time, there was no movement. There stood a man like a stake.

Luo Hanjue straightened her back and did not move until Wen Zibo's gaze was fixed on her before she bent down and saluted respectfully to the most honorable man in the country.

"I have seen His Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Wen Zibo looked at Luo Hanjue without saying a word, his eyes flashed with emotions that others could not guess.

For a moment, the space in the imperial study room froze. Fortunately, the prince had the foresight to know that both sides were masters that he could not afford to offend.

Wen Zibo laughed lightly, breaking the deadlock.According to the atmosphere, he held his chest upright, showing the dignity and dignity of the emperor.

The emperor said: "Aiqing, let's live in peace."

Luo Hanjue propped up her slender waist.

Wen Zibo pointed to the chair at the side, "You don't need to stand up, you are my hero, I will give you a seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Luo Hanjue sat down obediently this time.

Wen Zibo asked some ordinary questions unhurriedly, and then took the initiative to start the conversation.

"What did General Luo think of yesterday's dinner?"

Luo Hanjue didn't hesitate, and it was as smooth as a well-written plan, "Bazhen jade food, fine nectar and jade dew, a banquet of this size is naturally excellent."

"I haven't seen you for a few years. I don't know that General Luo speaks well." Wen Zibo picked up the teacup and blew on it, and took a sip when he saw that the heat was gone.

The man chuckled, and his black pupils turned from the side of the tea to the other side.He looked at the person who was also sitting in the seat, Wen Zibo's tone was extremely gentle, and he still had a smile on his face, as if this could cover up the sharpness hidden in the emperor's next sentence.

Luo Hanjue's equally emotionless eyes met the emperor's sharp eyes.

他 说:

"However, I can see that the most satisfying thing for the general yesterday was not the delicious food prepared by the imperial dining room, nor the carefully prepared singing and dancing."

"I don't know why Your Majesty said that?" Luo Hanjue's tone was cold.

"Thorn-"

It was the sound of porcelain being placed on the table.

Luo Hanjue looked over, and saw that the finely inlaid enamel had been scratched with a white mark.

what a pity……

She let out a sigh of regret from the bottom of her heart.

Wen Zibo looked back at Luo Hanjue, with the same chill in his eyes without concealing it, and finally he couldn't bear the anger in his tone and asked:

"Plum wine, is it good?"

The shattering of the porcelain was more and more shattered, and the relative chill of the summit was surprisingly penetrating in this inner room.

Wang Defu kept watch outside conscientiously. He had been looking up at the sky for an hour, and his neck was a little sore.

He thought, General Luo has stayed in the back room with His Majesty until now and there has been no movement.

What will happen?

Of course, this idea was strangled to death by him before it came to the fore.Mr. Wang, who has been with the emperor for many years since he was a teenager, has a very clear mind. As a slave, the more he knows, the faster he will be rejected.

While thinking this way, the door beside Wang Defu was also opened.

Luo Hanjue walked out straight away.

Wang Defu bowed and was about to lead him out of the palace, but Luo Hanjue refused him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Defu looked up at Luo Hanjue's face, there was nothing abnormal, and it could even be said to be a little better looking than before.

When the woman's back disappeared among the rich doors, Wang Defu turned around and walked back to Wen Zibo's side.

The emperor was already standing in the outer room, admiring the calligraphy and painting on the entire wall, without saying a word.

The master didn't speak, so the servant naturally didn't ask any more questions.

Wang Defu stared at the ground with lowered eyebrows, as if he wanted to see what was good or bad.

Suddenly, Wen Zibo spoke.

"How is the brewed green plum this year?"

"The slave remembers very well."

"Really?" Wen Zibo folded his hands behind his back and said, "Okay, remember to send a carriage to the general's residence later."

After a pause, he continued: "Just now General Luo said that she was very good with that plum."

"Besides, I've been thinking about it for many years."

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