[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

It is winter now, the vegetation is withered outside, but the Qin Palace is sheltered by vegetation.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Yan smelled a faint scent at the tip of her nose. The scent became stronger and stronger as she walked.

The person who led the way was the steward of Prince Qin's mansion, bowed and said, "The King of Qin is here, honored guest, please go at your own pace."

After the passers-by retreated, Zhao Yan began to look carefully.It turns out that there is such a cave in the Prince Qin's Mansion. The hot spring is drawn from the mountain stream, the mist is steaming, and the scorching hot air blows towards the face, as if in the realm of a fairy.

Zhao Yan was afraid of the cold, her hands were so cold that there was no warmth on the way here, when she walked to the pool, she squatted down before she knew it, stretched her hands into the pool water to warm up, and suddenly a wave of warmth came from her. All the veins in the limbs penetrated, and even the usually pale face was moistened, and he didn't even notice that the hood he was wearing fell to the side, and a strand of hair on his forehead was scattered, soaked by the pool water.

"Master Zhao, are you satisfied with the hot springs in this prince's mansion?"

King Qin's voice came from behind, and Zhao Yan looked back, and saw that King Qin was wearing a slightly wet robe, the belt was loosely tied, standing upright, with clogs on his feet, and his neat hair hanging down his back , there are a few strands hanging down on the chest, people who have been killed on the battlefield, their every move is like a blade, unlike the rich and idle people in the capital, their gestures are soft and luxurious.

Even now, walking around in the garden, it still looks like a sword in a precious sheath.

Zhao Yan stood up abruptly, feeling a little dizzy. He shook his head, stood up straight, and looked at King Qin, neither humble nor overbearing, straight to the point, "His Royal Highness is holding Qicun in his hand, Zhao Yanan can't come."

Chu Qin suddenly laughed loudly, "So your Master Zhao's Qicun is so easy to hold?"

Zhao Yan suddenly said, "It's a pity that the previous empress died young, and I haven't seen the appearance of His Majesty enthroned now. Although Your Majesty is not from the former empress..."

Chu Qin's expression suddenly changed.

Zhao Yan sneered.

The former empress had nothing to do when she was alive, so she brought Chu Yu, who was still in her infancy, from the unfavored concubine Li in the harem, and treated her as her own, while the concubine Li, the first emperor, gave it to the king of Qin, Chu Qin, who was still in the Northwest camp before leaving. According to a secret decree, after the late emperor left, Chu Qin came back from the northwest, personally carried out the late emperor's decree and gave the poor woman to death.

"Your Majesty still doesn't know that he was not born by the empress before him. If he finds out the truth in the future, he must investigate the whereabouts of his biological mother. How is His Majesty going to explain to His Majesty? Being thrown into a mass grave by His Highness, to be eaten by wild dogs?"

It was only at this time that Chu Qin carefully looked at Zhao Yan in front of him. After all, he was the general who had returned from the Northwest. His handsome face showed nothing but a little surprise at first.

"Master Zhao is threatening the king?"

Zhao Yan smiled, "It's not a threat, but I beg Your Highness to let me go."

Zhao Yan felt a bit unwell from the moment he came in. He was not in good health and often felt dizzy.

Chu Qin raised his eyebrows, and took two steps towards Zhao Yan. In the steaming water vapor, King Qin's well-defined face suddenly moved very close, and the slight heat in his breath burned his cheeks, "I don't know, what did your lord do?" Know such royal secrets?"

The King of Qin laughed again, "Could it be that it was on the bed of the first emperor?"

Zhao Yan's fingers trembled slightly, her eyes turned cold, "Your Highness, please respect yourself!"

King Qin took a step forward, and Zhao Yan was forced to retreat by him, "Self-respect? Master Zhao, do you think of yourself as a woman who is underestimated?"

His words were teasing and insulting, deliberately comparing Zhao Yan with a woman.

Zhao Yan's face was full of anger, but she heard King Qin say, "This king hates other people's threats the most. If this business is to be done, shouldn't this king have to take good care of Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Yan sneered, "In the future, we will be officials in the same court, and the King of Qin will spare each other a bit of respect."

He turned around to leave, but his body softened.

The aroma of the hot spring was getting stronger and stronger, and Zhao Yan felt her hands and feet limp into a ball. He leaned on the wall and wanted to stand up straight, but without any strength, he fell into the warm arms of King Qin, whose hair was slightly wet. The tip of the water fell on Zhao Yan's neck, and a drop of water fell into Zhao Yan's neckline, falling along the fair complexion.

Zhao Yan stared at King Qin in disbelief, her eyes were filled with blood mist, but her fingers drooped limply. The resentment and unwillingness in those originally clear eyes were finally gradually covered by a layer of burning desire.

King Qin clearly felt the person in his arms panting lightly.

The corners of King Qin's lips folded slightly, and circled Zhao Yan, his eyes moved down inch by inch, as if he was measuring a plaything in the palm of his hand.

"Did you smell a lot of fragrance on the way here? This fragrance is called Drunken Dream, and it is an old method in the palace to teach disobedient nobles."

That fragrance seemed to make Zhao Yan fall into many delusions.

For a moment, King Qin's outline overlapped with another person who had died long ago, and Zhao Yan was in a daze, suddenly unable to tell what night it was.

King Qin looked at Zhao Yan who was in his arms with his chin propped up.

Zhao Yansheng is really good.

Her slender neck was slightly red, and her cheeks became more popular in the mist. Because of her drunken dream, her cold body was unbearably hot on weekdays, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt uncomfortable and restless in the arms of King Qin. Zhong moved, bit his lip tightly, and gently closed his legs together, curling up.

His whole body was wrapped in a tide of unspeakable longing, and his five fingers clutched the blanket under him tightly, wrinkled into a ball.

The King of Qin embraced the man in his arms, stretched it into Zhao Yan's neckline, and tore it apart inch by inch, revealing a white jade-like complexion, which was stained with a thin layer of powder due to the drunken dream, as if gently With just one touch, it can burn marks that belong only to him.

The hickeys bloomed one after another on the hot body in her arms like falling plums.

"Master Zhao, you are really lethargic."

Qin Wang clung to Zhao Yan's ear and said with a smile.

The person in his arms has softened into a puddle of spring water, making people want to cry him and break him.

Always aloof and desolate, but with a surprisingly fragile face and a fragile waist, it is easier to arouse the evil desire deep in the heart.

The hot fingers were still pushing and resisting, just in a drunken dream, that insignificant strength was like a kitten scratching gently.

Still struggling outside, trying to get out of his control, King Qin was like a cat catching a mouse, waiting for the person in his arms to escape from the shackles, then pulled the person back by the slender ankle, put his finger into the bright red lips, and gently Stir lightly.

The nearly delirious person was struggling instinctively, but he had no strength. He whimpered lowly, his black hair was messed up, his cheeks were flushed, and he resisted the surging tide on his body. Finally, his hazy and half-closed eyes appeared. It was foggy and wet.

King Qin's eyes were dark and he couldn't distinguish his expression, he only breathed, a little tighter.

The thin hot spring and warm mist seem to be a fig leaf for an absurd affair.

Qin Wang held the bright red lips of the man in his arms, his breath intertwined, and his fingers slid down his slender waist.

From a distance, it looks like mandarin ducks crossing their necks.

At this moment, Zhao Yan's half-closed eyes broke through layers of glamor with a bit of clarity, and her soft body suddenly seemed to be tied seven inches by a snake, and began to struggle, but that clarity It only lasted for a moment, and the next moment it pulled him back into the chaos again, and his pupils gradually began to be in a trance.

King Qin managed to restrain his hands and feet, but he heard the man in his arms shout suddenly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Please let me go!"

Every word is like a cuckoo weeping blood, and the listener can't bear to hear it.

Big tears fell silently into the dust drop by drop, King Qin's sleeves were gently pulled by his soft fingers, and he seemed afraid to use force.

Qin Wang found that Zhao Yan's gradually stiff body trembled suddenly in his arms, and he vomited blood.

Qin Wang felt that the Zhao Yan in front of him was completely different from the usual Zhao Yan. He curled up and cried in his arms, like a child who was about to be robbed of everything.

At that time, Zhao Yan was indeed just a teenager.

Zhao Yan, a teenage girl with a high degree of success, with sincerity and enthusiasm, thought she could be an eagle soaring in the sky, but was trampled into a dark and obscure seed in the corner.

It's not that heaven and earth are inhumane, it's just that they treat Zhao's parents very harshly.

Zhao Yan had a long dream.

He dreamed of eight-year-old Zhao Changning.

Eight-year-old Zhao Changning is still the young master raised by the Zhao family.

The servants of the Zhao family sometimes bring some folk gadgets to coax Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan's favorite is a little eagle caught from the mountains. The little eagle is locked in a cage and does not eat or drink. Dying.

Mrs. Zhao put her arms around Zhao Changning and said, "Changning, the little eagle has wings and wants to soar into the sky."

So Zhao Changning released the little eagle, and Mrs. Zhao took him to the mountains to see it from time to time. The little eagle recognized Zhao Changning, and when it saw Zhao Changning, it circled above his head.

So eight-year-old Zhao Changning said to Mrs. Zhao, "My child will also be an eagle soaring in the sky in the future."

When he was ten years old, Zhao Changning's father was demoted from the capital to Youzhou, where he died of illness.

He still remembers that when his father died, he pulled his sleeves and handed his younger brother into his hands, so that he would teach him etiquette, dress properly, be a gentleman, protect him from the wind and rain, and protect him for life.

At that time, Zhao Ming was still too young, biting his brother's belt with a pair of ignorant eyes.

After that, Zhao Changning never had time to go to the mountain stream to see his little eagle.

Zhao Changning, who had lost his protection, grew up overnight, and lived with his mother and younger brother in the house of his grandfather, who was the local governor at the time, to obtain his fame.I thought Uncle Cui, who regarded money as his life, would disagree, but unexpectedly, he would often be hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and secretly hired the best wife in the area for the two children of the Zhao family.

The Cui family spared their mother and son from being displaced. Zhao Ming's basic necessities of life are exactly the same as Cui Jia's young master Cui Jia. The two young children often follow behind Zhao Changning, like two chirping birds. .Thinking about it now, the days in the Cui family were the most peaceful period in Zhao Yan's early years.

In the spring of Jian'an 15th year, on the day of Zhao Changning's high school, his grandfather passed away.

Ben was lingering on the sick bed, holding on to his last breath until he heard the news of his high school, and let out his last breath.When Zhao Changning was inscribed on the gold list, the Cui family hung up white banners.

At that time, although Zhao Changning had lived under the fence and parted with others, his eyes still had the innocence and stubbornness unique to a boy of that age, far from the gloomy look later on.

He knelt down loyally under the golden throne, the king whom he swore allegiance to looked down upon him from above, appointed him as the number one scholar, and the eunuch who delivered the decree told him to thank the king for his kindness.

Da Chu has a tradition of sending out Beijing officials to practice. All the new scholars were sent out as in previous years. Only Zhao Changning stayed in the Imperial Academy in the capital. Lin Fen, a scholar of the Imperial Academy at that time, became his teacher.

The son of heaven is over forty years old, he is in the prime of life, Zhao Changning regards him as a king as a father, respecting and fearing him at the same time.At that time, Chu Yu had just become the crown prince, and he was still a child who could not walk.

In the 15rd year of Jian'an, winter.

There was a natural disaster in the Northwest, no grain was harvested, and starvation was everywhere.

A book from the northwest came quickly, asking the court to release food.

At that time, Zhao Changning was often sent to the palace to accompany the king, and the emperor treated him very gently. Everyone in the capital knew that this 16-year-old number one scholar had won the holy favor, and even the father-in-law in front of the imperial court did not dare to treat him coldly. .

Zhao Changning wrote a note overnight, with sixteen disaster relief methods, and submitted it to the court the next day. The emperor was silent for a while, and pressed the note. At the court, Lin Fen, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy at the time, whispered something about his straightforward student.

"Northwest is the fiefdom of King Qin."

Zhao Changning is not a dull person, and he understood after the teacher made some points.King Qin, who made military exploits in the Northwest when he was a teenager, has a prominent mother family. Although the emperor treats King Qin kindly, he is not without suspicion.

If the King of Qin's place suffered a disaster, he would not be able to win the hearts of the people in the northwest. When the situation became more serious, the imperial court would open warehouses to release grain, and the people would only remember what the imperial court was good for.

It means that not enough people are dying right now.

Looking at his teacher, Zhao Changning finally felt a little fear for the emperor who had always been kind to him for the first time.

These common people who should have been saved but died were sacrificed because of the imperial court's fear of King Qin.

Zhao Changning gritted his teeth, ignored Lin Fen's dissuasion, and knelt outside the emperor's palace, shouting word by word, "I beg Your Majesty to open a warehouse to release grain!"

Lin Fen stomped anxiously beside him, and finally pointed to his nose and cursed a few times, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The palace people who came and went that day all saw this 16-year-old boy kneeling stubbornly in the heavy snow. His tall and thin figure and stubborn eyebrows and eyes could vaguely show the shadow of his father in Qing Dynasty.

The clear boy's voice came into the emperor's bedroom with a clear voice.

I don't know how long it took, when Zhao Changning raised his head, he saw Chang Ping, who was beside the emperor, and bowed to invite him in, "Your Majesty, please."

The boy who had been kneeling in the snow all day wiped the snow from his forehead and smiled.That smile melted away like ice and snow, like the rising sun.

The boy didn't know what was waiting for him.

Chang Ping shook his head, but looking at the child's smiling face, he said more, "Thank you sir for interceding for the people in my slave's hometown, but after entering, don't mention this matter any more."

Zhao Changning didn't understand what Chang Ping meant.

Chang Ping only sighed in a low voice, watching the young man make a wrong step and drift away.

At that time, Zhao Changning entered the emperor's bedroom step by step, and knelt down with a plop.

The tall emperor was wearing pajamas and took two steps towards him. The young man's face was as white as jade against the dim candlelight, his sharp chin could be picked up with one finger, the snow on his cheeks melted, and the snow water Drop by drop wets the red official robe, but it doesn't make people feel embarrassed, only the brilliance shines brightly, and the pearl shines brightly.

Zhao Changning walked over on his knees, carefully grasping the hem of the emperor's robe, and bowed his head respectfully, "Your Majesty has a kind heart, please consider the people in the northwest!"

The emperor then saw the number one scholar whom he had hand-picked, in a humble posture in front of him, with his soft waist covered in a large official robe, a few strands of hair tied into his hat were left, and his fair neck was just like that. Into the eyes, anxiously waiting for his sentence.

Those slender and beautiful hands were tightly grasping the hem of his robe at this moment.

Zhao Changning felt a rough and strong hand land on his neck, and rubbed it lightly.

The emperor's voice was still a little hoarse, "There must be something in exchange."

Zhao Changning raised his head slightly, a little puzzled.

"Changning, what capital do you have to make me change my mind?"

The hand holding his dragon robe flinched, Zhao Changning bit his lip, as if he was really thinking about what capital he had, and finally said ashamedly, "Your Majesty, I don't have any."

The emperor suddenly laughed loudly.