I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Huai was also very curious about the place where Yan Zhuo usually lived.

Yan Zhuo naturally responded to his proposal.

Rong Huai bent his knees and sat up on the bed. His limbs were still slightly weak. After buttoning up his inner shirt, Yan Zhuo went outside to call someone in. After a moment of embarrassment, a row of palace maids came in with their heads down. , holding toiletries and bright yellow clothes in his hands.

After Yan Zhuo's simple cleaning, he took a moist soft handkerchief to help Rong Huai wipe his face, and after wiping, he couldn't help pecking Rong Huai's wet face, "Not only day and night, but also Thinking of His Majesty at all times."

This sentence is obviously a tribute to what Nie Qingchao said yesterday.

The palace maid heard such blunt words, wishing that her mouth, nose and ears were covered. The eunuch had vaguely guessed from yesterday's performance in court that Yan Zhuo had something to do with His Majesty. Hearing such words today, her face was shocked. Numb.

Rong Huai laughed, "Hurry up and change clothes for Gu."

Yan Zhuo curled his lips into a smile, and took the clothes from the maidservant to put on Rong Huai. This was the first time he helped Rong Huai dress, and there were bound to be some mistakes. Fortunately, there was an internal warden beside him to give guidance, so he followed the regulations. Put on regular clothes one by one.

The gold jade belt was tied around the waist, Yan Zhuo looked at Rong Huai's waist, and then at his own palm, he couldn't help but feel that Rong Huai's waist is really thin, it looks like it can be broken easily.

Rong Huai stepped on the carpet with bare feet, the arches of his feet were flawless, and there was a trace of pink, which was in stark contrast to the dark carpet. Yan Zhuo's eyes suddenly became deep, his throat slid up and down, and the surging air pressure After going down, I came over: "Your Majesty, I haven't put socks on for you yet."

Rong Huai sat down on the bed, Yan Zhuo leaned over and knelt on the ground with one knee, he put Rong Huai's jade white feet into his arms, his thumb brushed against the soft palm unconsciously, the tips of Rong Huai's ears suddenly turned red, and the tip of his nose lightly " Hmph."

Although the nasal sound was soft, it still entered Yan Zhuo's ears, like a light feather passing through his heart, his heart moved, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "It turns out that this place also belongs to His Majesty..."

Rong Huai kicked lightly, and then concealed the second half of his sentence.

The people around are looking at their noses, noses, and hearts, and they all think that they are deaf and blind, and they don't hear or see anything.

Yan Zhuo laughed jokingly, but didn't say anything else, he lowered his head and put the brocade stockings on those jade-white and flawless feet, and then put on the boots.

Rong Huai skillfully lifted the crown, and was about to stand up, but Yan Zhuo grabbed his shoulder from behind, and said in a low and lazy voice, "Your majesty will change your clothes for your majesty, won't your majesty tie your hair for me?"

"General Yan can't even tie his hair?" Rong Huai looked up at him.

Yan Zhuo sat down with a big sword and said boldly, "No."

Rong Huai stared at him with a smile that was not a smile, Yan Zhuo in the mirror was dressed in red clothes with black patterns, black hair casually draped behind his back, his handsome face like a blade was exposed, the hot temperature deep in the pupils was fierce and arrogant, as if along the palm of his hand. The lower body temperature kept creeping up.

This is the person he cares about the most.

Seeing that he was motionless, Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when Rong Huai kissed him on the chin.

Watched by the gentle eyes, Yan Zhuo's blood started to boil again. He was about to hug the person in front of him, when Rong Huai put his palm on his shoulder, pressed down gently, let him sit in front of the mirror .

Yan Zhuo had no choice but to push back the eager desire, Rong Huai picked up the jade comb on the table and combed Yan Zhuo's hair, watched him tie it into a bunch in the usual way, and then tied it with a hair crown.

"Your Majesty, today's breakfast has also been prepared," the inner eunuch said at the right time.

Rong Huai gently straightened his cuffs and said: "Send it here, and prepare the horses and chariots by the way, I will go to the General's Mansion with General Yan later."

The inner eunuch agreed, and the previous row of maidservants bowed their heads and retreated, replaced by a row of maidservants holding a dazzling array of breakfast. They placed the jade plates in their hands on the table one by one. Delicate, exquisite and small pastries.

The pastry is freshly made and still steaming.

Rong Huai poured two cups of tea, and handed one to Yan Zhuo, but accidentally caught a glimpse of red marks on Yan Zhuo's finger bones, "What's wrong with your fingers?"

"Your Majesty, don't you remember?" Yan Zhuo let out a low laugh.

When Rong Huai heard him ask back, a scene flashed through his mind quickly, his consciousness was almost lost, his eyes were open in a daze, Yan Zhuo stopped halfway and pinched his neck, making him call his name, Rong Huai was tormented unbearably , Tears were almost forced out, and he simply bit Yan Zhuo's finger hard.

Seeing a blush on his jade-white cheeks, he glanced away uncomfortably, the corners of Yan Zhuo's mouth curled up: "It seems that Your Majesty has remembered."

"Don't do that again in the future..." Rong Huai couldn't continue speaking just halfway through, Yan Zhuo actually lowered his head and licked the tooth marks on his fingers, Rong Huai's pupils trembled slightly, and even the tips of Yu Bai's ears trembled. Red and transparent.

Yan Zhuo raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered in a low voice: "There is still His Majesty's aura up there."

Rong Huai turned his head aside and didn't want to talk to him at all.

It was only time to leave the palace, the day market was already open, people in the capital came and went, there were countless people on the street, shoulder to shoulder, teahouses, wineries and inns lined up, through the curtain of the car, you could clearly hear the hawkers shouting and children laughing. ,Crowded.

It takes half of the capital to go from the imperial palace to the general's mansion. Rong Huai sits in the carriage, leans his elbows on the window lattice and looks at the winding long street of the capital. They are all pedestrians, and they will give way in time when they see a carriage.

A group of children on the street were laughing and playing, chasing a cuju and came out of the alley, and almost hit the car. The children were wrapped in rough cloth clothes, but they were only five or six years old, but they also knew that such a car was only for the nobles. Only then can I enjoy it, and I was so scared that I shivered in place.Even the chief guard was startled, and was about to reprimand, Rong Huai said: "Just return the ball to them, no need to reprimand."

The head guard immediately swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and returned the Cuju to the group of children: "Be careful next time."

The children didn't expect to be let off so easily. They all heard the soft and gentle voice from the car, which was too pleasant to hear. Their round eyes suddenly opened slightly, and their fair and tender faces were blushing. A little overwhelmed, with a touch of embarrassment hidden in his eyes.

Yan Zhuo also saw the expressions of these youngsters, and jokingly raised the corners of his mouth: "Your Majesty is really kind-hearted."

"It's just thinking of who I used to be," Rong Huai said lazily.

Yan Zhuo was puzzled, and asked in doubt: "Your Majesty is born noble and pampered, how can we have empathy with them?"

Rong Huai smiled without saying a word.

The one who was born noble and pampered was the original owner, and he was never pampered. The real him crawled out of the mud step by step.

After leaving the bustling market, Che Luan came to the vicinity of the General's Mansion, surrounded by high-ranking ministers or dignitaries, and Che Luan stopped at a fork in the road.

The trail they passed was the back door of Prince Gong's Mansion, the road at the back door was narrow, and only one car could pass through Prince Gong's Mansion normally, when a carriage was going out, it blocked their way forward.

Rong Huai was traveling in modest clothes, and there was no sign on the carriage. The driver of Prince Gong's Mansion thought he was a son of a rich family, so he didn't back down.

Of course, there was no reason for the emperor's car to give way to the courtiers, and the attendants seemed to have never heard of it, so the two sides were at a stalemate.

"Who is so bold as to stop this king's carriage—" Prince Gong happened to be sitting in the magnificent carriage opposite, seeing the carriage stopped motionless, he poked his head out of the carriage while cursing.

Rong Huai lifted the curtain of the car. Prince Gong was scolding happily, but when he saw this face, he looked like a duck whose throat had been choked. His face was bloody and bloody all day long, and his whole face was flushed: "The emperor Brother... No, Your Majesty, Your Majesty?!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw Yan Zhuo next to Rong Huai, and recalled the purgatory-like banquet that day, and his heart almost jumped out: "Yan, General Yan?"

Didn't expect two evil spirits to sit in an ordinary carriage?

Prince Gong was trembling all over, he hurriedly rolled and crawled out of the car and knelt out, the coachman of the palace servant also knelt on his knees in panic, trembling.

"Get up," Rong Huai observed carefully, noticing that Prince Gong's eyes glanced into the carriage from time to time, through the hazy curtain of the carriage a figure wearing a bamboo hat could be vaguely seen, but he didn't point it out.

Prince Gong got up from the ground sweating profusely, and then yelled at the servants below: "You useless things, why are you still in a daze, why don't you hurry up and make room for His Majesty—"

The servant promised again and again, and immediately pulled the carriage back to the mansion.

Prince Gong prostrated himself on the ground upright again: "Respectfully send off Your Majesty."

Rong Huai put his hand down, the curtain of the carriage fell, and the carriage drove through two streets, and finally entered the gate of the General's Mansion. There were two huge stone lions at the gate, and the golden plaque on the Zhuliang was majestic.

"Is that the treasure of the late emperor's imperial brush?" Rong Huai looked up at the line of writing on the golden plaque that was written like a dragon.

"Yes," Yan Zhuo waved away the anxious servants in the mansion, and walked in with Rong Huai, "If your majesty is free, why don't you help me write a new plaque? I just want to change the plaque."

The attendant eunuch was sweating coldly on his forehead: "..."

What General Yan said was too arrogant and spoiled. He not only disliked the late emperor's imperial pen in person, but also asked His Majesty for the imperial pen to inscribe on a plaque.

Rong Huai smiled softly, "That's today."

"Your Majesty will lead you to the study," Yan Zhuo said.

The servants in the mansion have never been free from bumping into the royal driver, and they have been sent away long ago. The pavilions and pavilions are secluded and deep. From a wide bluestone slab to the mansion, behind the shade of grass and trees is the study room, and next to it is the bedroom where Yan Zhuo usually rests. , quiet and peaceful.

Compared with Rong Huai's imperial study room where he usually reads memorials, Yan Zhuo's study room is unpretentious, there are even few books in it, most of them are military newspapers stored on the bookshelves, and there are pens, ink and paper on the spacious desk Yan, you can see everything in the room at a glance.

After Rong Huai wrote the words casually, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the exquisite jade scroll on the table, and recognized that it was a reward from him last time, so he picked it up casually.

Yan Zhuo suddenly remembered the last time he was holding a painting scroll to do manual work, and suddenly realized that he wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.Rong Huai opened the scroll, and then his eyes fell on a brown and white patch: "..."

Yan Zhuo: "..."