The king and his political opponents are innocent!

Gu Qinghou had no choice but to lean over and pull the man into his arms, and hugged him to sit on him.

The deer boy brought in hot water, towels and clean underwear, stole a glance at the low couch, and left immediately in fright.

Gu Qinghou didn't allow others to do anything, he wrapped his arms around the waist of the person in his arms, and stroked his shoulder blades with the other hand, let the head of the person in his arms hang weakly on his shoulders and necks, he took off the broken shirt on his body, picked up the clean underwear Dress him up.

Fingers gently descended from the bare back, touching the secret place, ambiguous and obscene.He turned his face slightly, and pressed against the ear of the person in his arms, but his voice was restrained and distant, "My lord, I've offended you."

At the same time, press your finger inward.

King Rong let out a sharp gasp, and his eyelashes trembled slightly in his sleep, as if he was extremely impatient.

Gu Qinghou's subordinates kept moving, fine sweat seeped from his hair, he still said calmly: "If you want it to flow out, there is too much inside..."

King Rong's eyes were tightly closed against his chest, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his small nose hummed softly.

Gu Qinghou moved for a while and then stopped, took a towel soaked in hot water, covered under the person in his arms, caught the dirt left along the heels of his legs, and wiped away the remnants of yesterday.

He changed three hot towels before tidying up roughly, and quickly put on the underwear for the person in his arms.

King Rong was laid down on the soft quilt, still frowning, looking very painful, Gu Qinghou felt sore in his heart, couldn't help but leaned down, kissed his forehead very lightly, and said softly: "I'm sorry."

There was a urging sound from outside, and he turned around and strode away.

But he didn't leave, he went out through the side door and walked in through the main door.

When he came back, Prince Rong's Mansion was already very lively, Wang Ding, Wang An, Wang Qingshu and others had all arrived.His sudden arrival attracted many officials to greet him.

Singing opera in the morning, the stage is placed in the garden, and many tables and chairs are set up along the surrounding corridors and pavilions. King Rong is in the pavilion in the middle, and Gu Qinghou is set in another large pavilion.

Gu Qinghou looked sideways, and saw that King Rong's position was empty.Many guests in the corridor began to discuss, how come the play has to start, but the host is still not on stage?

Gu Qinghou squeezed the folding fan tightly in his palm.

Although he tried his best to restrain his tenderness last night, he was still a little forgetful... Before he left, King Rong was not awake, so nothing will happen...

He was apprehensive, and sat by the desk without moving.At this moment, there was a commotion from all around the garden.

I saw King Rong leaning on crutches, supported by a deer boy, surrounded by many well-dressed guests, walking slowly from afar.

A guest secretly said to the people beside him: "Why is King Rong so slow in his actions? Stretching his waist?"

Gu Qinghou watched the people who came from afar, and when the crowd approached, he lowered his eyes, turned his face lightly, and concentrated on sipping green tea. There were bursts of laughter from the main pavilion. That person is today The birthday star must be surrounded by water.

His mind was mixed and he had many things on his body, so he sat for a while and then quietly left.

Hurriedly got into his own carriage, Gu Qinghou sat down, put down the curtain, sat silently for a while, closed his eyes, and then he had to admit that he was actually timid towards King Rong...

An hour later, in Gu's study.

The door of the room was closed tightly, Gu Qinghou leaned over the desk to write quickly, after the book was finished, he glanced at it and folded the plain paper.

He summoned Li Zhong, picked up the two letters he had just written, and said, "This letter is for the Prime Minister of Dali Temple, and this one is for Jing Zhaoyin."

Dali Temple Chancellor is currently handling the case of Huai Wangsun, Li Zhong knows, but Jing Zhaoyin...he is at a loss and doesn't understand what it means.But he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he took the letter and left.

The green tripod is heavy, the cigarette is curling up, and the room is so quiet.

Gu Qinghou's figure was half hidden in the shadows, and there was a vermilion booklet in front of him, he picked up the booklet, stared at the name of the person on the top, looked at it for a while, closed his eyes, and kissed it deeply.

On the tenth day of the lunar new year, two gossips came from the court. In the morning, it was reported that the case of Huai Wangsun, which had attracted much attention recently but was shelved again and again, had finally come to fruition—Huai Wangsun was exiled to the wasteland in the northwest, and was not allowed to return to Beijing for life, and was spared death.

The whole city was in an uproar.

In the afternoon, another news came out.Jing Zhaoyin scolded King Jing for galloping in the city, disregarding human life, and demanded a thorough investigation of the matter.

Uncle Gu Guo sent someone to investigate.

Gu Mansion.

Gu Qinghou sent away a group of people who scolded him in the morning, and welcomed a group of people who praised him in the afternoon. He let them chatter on the sidelines, lowered his eyes indifferently, and picked up the new book by himself.

The Ministry of Rites submitted that according to the rules, the young emperor should go to Dongshan to worship the heaven and the earth, and all the entourage, including several princes, would go.

Gu Qinghou twitched his eyebrows, and added his name after that.

He sat on the seat, facing the room full of gossip, and stretched lazily.

After being busy for a long time, it is time to take a break for yourself.

For three consecutive days, there was no movement in Prince Rong's Mansion.

Gu Qinghou has stepped up to review government affairs in the past three days, raised his head during the busy break, drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat, looked at the door where people came, and tapped his fingers on the table one by one.

The gate is empty, people who shouldn't have come have come these few days, but those who should have come have not.

His heart could not be calm, so he had to put down the cinnabar pen in his hand.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the day when the emperor will go on tour.

It was a day when the sky was clear and the weather was clear, cold and hot. The young emperor left the palace and went out of Beijing. There were hundreds of stew books. He raised gourds, held banners and flags, drew leopard tails in crimson, dragons, phoenixes and big banners. Afterwards, there will be hundreds of dancers and dancers. The leopard-tailed gun and the lotus halberd can be described as colorful, which dazzles the people beside the road.

This time there were hundreds of kings and grandchildren who were accompanying, all arranged by the Ministry of Rituals, a colorful flag was waving, and amidst the crowds, Gu Qinghou looked around before entering the car.

In a car with a canopy, King Rong quickly lowered the curtain of the car before the man glanced at him. He pinched the corner of the curtain, his chest jumped violently, supported his back, and slowly leaned against the hard wall of the car.

Lu Tong leaned in from the car, holding a pillow in his hand, King Rong looked at him seriously, "Lu Qing... how many cars of luggage did you bring?"

Lu Tong said: "The Ministry of Rites just distributed it—these rice worms are so careful?"

King Rong grabbed the pillow and tucked it into his lower back, "Be extra considerate this year—oh, it hurts me to death."

The frame slowly rose and headed towards the first resting place - Hot Spring Villa.After leaving Beijing, there are green leafy grasslands, King Rong felt bored after watching for a while, he put down the curtain, and the sound of the small yellow door sounded from the car door on the other side. Enjoy."

Lutong hurriedly opened the door to pick it up. The dessert box was a square box, which didn’t look very big, but after opening it divided into □□ small grids. Lutong picked up one of the small bowls with the lid screwed on, but it was no bigger than the palm of your hand. It was actually a night of sweet bean curd.

Lu Tong was worrying about his mouth, and hurriedly presented it to King Rong. King Rong lifted the curtain, saw Xiaohuangmen taking a car to deliver the box, and sighed: "The Ministry of Rites has really benefited."

The ceremonial guards were too long, and it took several hours to arrive at the hot spring villa. There had been local officials here for several miles to greet them.

The hot spring villa has been the royal garden since the former dynasty. There are hundreds of hot springs, which are divided into several unique courtyards. The house is spacious and sparse, connected to the open-air hot springs.

However, apart from the hot springs, there is another thing worth mentioning-beauties.

The magistrate here is very good at drilling, and he is also good at guessing. He has acquired a group of beauties - crisp breasts and jade legs swaying in the waves, and white muscles and snow arms massage acupuncture points. Isn't it a great joy in life.

Therefore, there is also a nickname here, the emperor's old son's special lair.

The entertainment programs here are also very unique. Let’s talk about the arrangement first. I saw that there are various compartments in front of the stage, which are covered with light mantles and bamboo curtains. Can't help blurting out, "How come every table is separated?"

King Rong turned his head and put his finger between his lips, "Hush!"

Lu Tong was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses in an instant, his ears slowly turning reddish.

The place is hot, and the maids who come and go are all wearing light shirts, when the dancing girl arrives, the master and servant look at it, even King Rong can't help lowering his eyes.

Everyone went to the village to do as the Romans did, and they also changed into single clothes and simple shirts. King Rong only wore a plain open shirt over his obscene clothes.

He is a dignified person, he lives in the middle of the box, Young Emperor is not there, several young girls step into each box, Rong Wang politely rejects the girls who come to other places, and listens to the melodious sounds of each box, while the box next to him is extremely quiet.

His box is accompanied only by Lu Tong, and there are no outsiders.King Rong stood up casually, paced to one side, then turned around suddenly, opened the gap between the bamboo curtains, and looked to the next door.

The box next door is the perfect location in the middle, but it is empty at the moment.

After a while, the magistrate hurried in with two attendants, looked up and down in the box, and with a punch, stopped the two girls who had just entered the door, "You two will be more discerning in a while, please take care of me." Without this one, you will be allowed to go to the hot spring at night!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qinghou stepped in from the outside.

King Rong immediately let go of the curtain and sat back at the front of the round table.

Whispers came from over there, King Rong's ears trembled slightly, and Lu Tong came over to refill tea, "My lord, please sit upright and don't lose your waist."

King Rong's eyelashes flickered, and he picked up the tea bowl to cover half of his face.

He already knew about King Jing's matter, and he was very anxious, but he was thin-skinned, since that night...

His face hidden behind the cup was slightly hot.

There are many things in his heart that urgently need to be asked and verified.

Why was Huai Wangsun spared from death?

Why is King Jing in trouble again?

Why did you want to be with him that night... Did he also...

He put down the glass in a panic.

He tilted his head slightly, only then did he realize that the sound next door had long since died down.

Behind the hazy veil and bamboo curtain, there is a person standing with his hands behind his back and looking forward, the silhouette is clear, it seems not far from his side.

King Rong clenched his palms tightly, and after sitting up straight for a while, he slowly got up, walked to the bamboo curtain, and said softly, "Uncle Guo."

The man turned around almost immediately.

Face to face: "My lord, what's the matter?"

The voice end is cold and dignified.

King Rong grabbed the hem of his clothes, exhausted all the energy accumulated in Midnight Meng's tossing and turning, and said, "If Uncle Guo is free, I would like to ask some gossip."

The figure behind the hazy curtain said: "In the hot spring at night, just come and find me."