Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

That day, Chu Huanjun got up early and went to the palace.

He was used to riding into the palace alone. Just as he was about to stop in front of the palace gate to wait for Song Zhishou, he happened to encounter Shi Fu's carriage.

Shi Lanxin parted the curtains, revealing a powdered face: "Hey, Brother Xiaochu, what a coincidence."

Chu Huanjun was too lazy to care about her and pulled the horse aside to feed it grass.

Shi Lanxin immediately got off the carriage and followed him relentlessly. Seeing that he was feeding the horses, she took the initiative to grab a handful of horse grass and went over to show her courtesy.

She had obviously dressed up specially today. She was wearing gorgeous clothes, her hair was full of pearls and jade, her face was powdered as white as frost, and the red on her lips was even more beautiful than a newly ripe red bell pepper.

Chu Huanjun was not polite. He snatched the horse grass from Shi Lanxin's hand, just glanced at her, and without even saying thank you, he continued to feed the horse.

Shi Lanxin has the temper of a spoiled little girl, but she is always infinitely tolerant and patient when facing Chu Huanjun.

She hurried over, pulled out a pre-scented ice silk handkerchief from her bosom, and handed it forward with a smile: "Brother Xiao Chu, it must be very tiring to ride a horse all the way to the palace. I happen to have an unused handkerchief here, Brother Xiao Chu, please wipe your sweat."

Chu Huanjun was a little impatient, but still managed to politely respond, "Don't bother Miss Shi."

After saying this, he pulled out a plain white handkerchief from the secret pocket of his sleeve. On the handkerchief was embroidered a huge peach blossom, as if he was afraid that others would not see it.

The handkerchief spun around in Chu Huanjun's hand before he proudly pinched it to wipe his sweat from his temples. He smiled wickedly, "What a coincidence! I happen to have a nice-smelling handkerchief right here too."

He slowly wiped the sweat from his temples and forehead, then smiled disdainfully: "I feel that this handkerchief of mine is much more convenient to use than the one in your hand."

Shi Lanxin was suddenly embarrassed and annoyed, and stomped her feet in anger.

Unexpectedly, Chu Huanjun suddenly approached her again, startling her so much that her breath stopped. The next moment, Shi Lanxin felt a sudden gust of cool air passing through her hand. It turned out that Chu Huanjun had taken away her handkerchief as well.

Chu Huanjun wrapped the soft pink handkerchief between his slender fingers, gently tied a beautiful bow, and smiled cunningly and charmingly: "But I like more, the better."

All of a sudden, Shi Lanxin's face turned hot and turned as red as an apple.

At that time, the sound of horse hooves came from afar. Chu Huanjun looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Song Zhishou who had arrived.

Seeing Shi Lanxin was also there, Song Zhishou quickly dismounted, bowed, and asked politely with a smile, "Why is Miss Shi here too?"

Shi Lanxin had a problem with Song Zhishou. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'm waiting for my father to come back from the morning court. He wants to take me to the East Market to see the new batch of fabrics that Yuni Pavilion has received. I plan to buy some to make new clothes."

Thanks to Song Zhishou, today is the first day that the curfew is lifted in Shi Mansion. I guess Shi Lanxin really can't stand being bored in the mansion, so she came out for a ride early.

At that time, Chu Huanjun had already mounted his horse and urged Song Zhishou to hurry up.

Song Zhishou quickly mounted his horse, bowed respectfully to Shi Lanxin, and then the two of them rode away.

Shi Lanxin looked at Chu Huanjun's elegant back as he rode away, thinking of the handkerchief she had given him and the handsome face of little brother Chu who was so close to her just now, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of love in her heart.

Huai Qiu whispered from behind, "Miss, the master has already returned home, and now His Royal Highness Prince Yi has also seen us. Should we go home now?"

Shi Lanxin glared at her impatiently and scolded her, "You have no sense! Didn't you see that Brother Xiaochu just took my handkerchief? I will wait here patiently until Brother Xiaochu finishes his business, then invite him out for a good meal..."

As she spoke, two blushes gradually appeared on Shi Lanxin's face.

Chu Huanjun just has this ability. He only needs to give a little bit of romance and tenderness to others to make them feel ecstatic and intoxicated without even drinking.

Zhou Yan's case has not been completely finalized yet, and today Chu Huanjun came to deliver "evidence" to the emperor.

However, Chu Huanjun always disguised himself as a foolish and stubborn playboy in front of the emperor, and never cared about the affairs of the court. Therefore, it was inconvenient for him to show up in person this time, so he asked Song Zhishou to hand over the envelopes containing the money bills exchanged between Zuo Di and Zhou Yan.

That day, Chu Huanjun severely injured Zuo Di with a poison needle and sent him back to his palace for seclusion. The poison was a mixture of the three most toxic drugs in the palace, with a clever dosage. Although it was not fatal, it was enough to make Zuo Di sleep for a while, and he would definitely not be able to get out of bed for two or three days.

Chu Huanjun wanted to take advantage of this gap to capture Zuo Di.

When they reached the Imperial Garden, Chu Huanjun and Song Zhishou went their separate ways, intending to stage an accidental encounter in front of the emperor.

The morning court had just ended, and Chu Huanjun was sure that his father would choose this moment to find a corner in the Imperial Garden to secretly drink.

Recently, the emperor's problem of yin deficiency and yang hyperactivity has become more serious. The imperial physician has sternly warned him not to drink anymore. However, the emperor has a drinking addiction attack every day, so he has to find an empty corner and drink to his heart's content after the morning court.

No one knows a father better than his son. Chu Huanjun brought three cups of Chunfeng Tower's Sandong Niang and appeared in front of the emperor.

The emperor heard the approaching footsteps and hurriedly put his wine cups and bowls into his arms, shouting, "Who is it?"

Chu Huanjun walked towards them with a smile, shaking the three glass wine cups in his hands as he walked.

"Father, I am your son."

"Oh! Xiao Chu is here." The emperor's heart, which had been in his throat, suddenly dropped to the ground. He smiled faintly and asked with a hint of resentment, "What's going on? I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been going to play?"

Chu Huanjun stuffed three glass wine cups into the emperor's arms and replied with a smile, "Didn't you guess that your father was extremely thirsty? Of course I went to find some good wine for him."

The emperor held the three glass wine cups in his arms, looked at them from left to right, sniffed them with his nose and kissed them with his mouth, and treasured them very much.

"Three Winter Wine! I haven't had it for a long time. Good son, your father will reward you well later."

The emperor pulled out the cork and drank directly from the wine cup.

"Ah..." After finishing the cup, the emperor wiped his mouth with satisfaction, "Good wine, good wine."

Chu Huanjun's smile deepened. "As long as your Majesty likes it, that's good. It's a pity that Chunfenglou only served these three cups of Sandong Niang this year, otherwise I would definitely bring back a few more bottles for your Majesty."

"Oh! You kid, why didn't you say it earlier!"

The emperor frowned anxiously and quickly put the remaining two wine cups into his arms, saying, "Only three cups left. I have to keep them for later tasting."

Chu Huanjun stepped forward to support the emperor and led him to sit in the rockery pavilion next to him.

The father and son walked hand in hand on the path among the flowers, each holding a pot of wine in his hand.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the breeze was not dry. The emperor stroked the back of Chu Huanjun's hand, which was resting on his arm, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Xiao Chu, you are almost of marriageable age. Tell your father if there is a girl you like."