After that day, Han Zhiyuan never saw the little emperor again. Until the morning court on the third day, he still said he could not afford to be sick. Han Zhiyuan simply announced the morning court on the next three days. Although there was a lot of opposition, the prince regent was used to his own way. There are also objections that are invalid.
Han Zhiyuan laughed secretly that what happened that night must have brought a lot of shock to the little emperor, especially his answer before he lost consciousness. Han Zhiyuan believed that the little emperor must have heard it. How to kill our broken sleeve who coveted him.
However, Han Zhiyuan is also happy to give him some time. After all, you have been suppressing others for so many years, and you are coveting others' dragon chairs and delusional people. No matter what, you have to give him some time to think about countermeasures.
For a long time, the whole world has known that the emperor of Da Yao exists in name only, and the regent king is holding a hand to cover the sky, and he only needs to put on the dragon robe to sit in the world, but as long as the regent king does not sit in that position for a day, the world will still belong to the Sima family. In the world, those who are loyal to the Sima family still have hope.
Moreover, they have been guessing that the reason why the Prince Regent is holding his troops is not because of the poisonous oath he made to the late emperor back then, but because they are loyal and loyal to the Han family. Behavior. And they also desperately supported the little emperor to make him stronger before the regent shot, not to mention the immediate removal of the regent, but at least they can compete with him, then the real power will eventually return to the Sima family one day.
Of course, these are all ideas of wise people, and there are always those who are ignorant and pedantic, who do things to kill all the time. For example, the two secret folds that Han Zhiyuan is currently holding in his hand.
As we all know, the emperor was only seven years old when he ascended the throne, and Han Zhiyuan, as the regent, said he was assisting the young emperor. In fact, in addition to educating the young emperor in various skills, he made decisions about the big and small matters. The basic one is to review the memorials every day. Even now, the little emperor has started to learn to review the memorials at the age of seventeen, but in fact, it is in his hands that the regent has seen it.
Even if someone wants to secretly send it to the little emperor, with the means of the regent, the secret will eventually fall into the hands of Han Zhiyuan first, and then it will be sent to the little emperor. But there are some poor people who just can't see through and are not afraid of death, so they insist on hitting the gun. However, Han Zhiyuan admires the original owner. Almost all such people are left behind by pedantic, ignorant and loyal people, but their identities are very important. , and those with a little ability were cleaned up by him.
Han Zhiyuan looked at the two secrets in his hand and couldn't hide his smile, and then happily decided that it was time to meet the little emperor who had been hiding from him for a few days.
"Send it back," Han Zhiyuan smiled and handed the two secrets that several ministers jointly signed to the person in front of him, and said with a light smile, "Don't let him notice."
After all, it would be too cruel to let the little guy know that the confidant he had worked so hard to dug was actually arranged by his great enemy.
Han Zhiyuan discovered that the original owner, Han Zhongxin, was actually a control freak. Although he had no intention of taking someone's position at all, he was more speechless than taking it directly, because the little emperor was actually a puppet for some time. No wonder people think about how to kill him every day.
As a result, Sima Jinlin, who had been huddled in the bedroom for several days, had just received a memorial from his confidant, the little eunuch, and was secretly annoyed that these people had no brains to come up with ideas, when he suddenly saw Xiaodezi rushing in a panic. Come in and say that the regent has arrived at the door.
Sima Jinlin was startled, and without thinking, he shoved the secret fold in his arms into his arms, and when he looked up, he saw Han Zhiyuan walked in with a gloomy face, and even had some anxiety on his face.
"Uncle, why are you here?" The little emperor tried to hide his panic for a moment, with a surprised look on his face.
Han Zhiyuan had a serious face, even a little eager, "Could it be that the emperor's hangover wasn't over that day? Why hasn't it recovered after so many days?"
Sima Jinlin froze without a trace, but before he could speak, he heard Han Zhiyuan continue, "The emperor shouldn't drink so much if he doesn't know how to drink." Han Zhiyuan's tone already contained a hint of reproach, but it was still difficult. Cover up worry.
Sima Jinlin paused for a while, showing embarrassment, and at the same time hugged Han Zhiyuan's arm coquettishly as usual, "Uncle Huang, I understand, I won't drink it next time." However, after learning that After Han Zhiyuan had such nasty thoughts towards him, his mentality was different after all. The moment he hugged him, Sima Jinlin froze for a while without a trace.
Han Zhiyuan sighed, as if there was nothing he could do about him, and then he said with concern, "Is it better?"
"Well," the little emperor replied hastily, "it's done."
But he didn't want Han Zhiyuan to raise his brows, "Since the emperor is well, why didn't he go to Zaochao and help his ministers with government affairs?"
Sima Jinlin froze again, "I'm still a little tired."
Han Zhiyuan smiled inwardly, but frowned seriously, "Could it be that you are sick?" Han Zhiyuan was about to reach out to probe the little emperor's forehead.
Han Zhiyuan's sudden action made Sima Jinlin froze all over, and he was about to back away when the condition was launched. The next moment he suddenly thought of something and held back it, letting the back of Han Zhiyuan's generous and warm hand pressed against his smooth forehead.
Sure enough, the regent's courage is getting bigger and bigger, and now he has begun to move his hands and feet, Sima Jinlin thought to himself, the regent can't wait, so he needs to do something, otherwise if the regent is in a hurry It's impossible to say anything earth-shattering.
Han Zhiyuan touched his smooth and fair forehead, only to feel that the hand was very good, and he probably wouldn't feel any blasphemy if he kissed him, but... he didn't feel any abnormal temperature. The key was that the little emperor was ill or not. Is he still not clear? However, Han Zhiyuan still made a serious comparison with his forehead, and then frowned with a serious expression:
"Looks like Bison's heat."
Sima Jinlin couldn't help but slandered that the Prince Regent would really open his eyes and talk nonsense, but his face was indifferent, "Uncle Huang is worrying too much, I'm not sick, I'm just a little tired."
Han Zhiyuan had a serious face, full of disapproval of his contempt for his body, "The emperor's dragon body is also the foundation of the country, how can the emperor not love his own body so much?" "Doctor Xuan."
"Uncle Huang is really thinking too much!" Sima Jinlin was stunned, there must be a limit to making fuss, the Prince Regent's ability to talk nonsense in a serious way is simply better than him.
"The emperor doesn't think about himself, but he also thinks about the country and the people in this world, right?" Han Zhiyuan said with a serious face, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed the little emperor's arm, "Your Majesty, lie down quickly. rest."
Sima Jinlin was dumbfounded and wanted to curse, "Uncle Huang, I don't want to rest." Why did I just get up and rest? It's you who is sick, you big broken sleeve! "Uncle, I don't want to rest."
Of course, Han Zhiyuan didn't care at all, pulling the little emperor and pulling him back to the dragon bed, completely ignoring his struggles, "Didn't the emperor say that he was tired just now?" Han Zhiyuan was serious, "Then lie down and rest first. , When the imperial doctor comes, let him give the emperor a good diagnosis and treatment, and the emperor will stop tossing."
Sima Jinlin wanted to cry but had no tears, but Han Zhiyuan's words blocked him to death, but it was his fault.
After seeing Han Zhiyuan pulling him to the dragon bed, he stretched out his hand to take off the dragon robe for him without hesitation. Sima Jinlin was completely shocked and grabbed his clothes in a conditioned reflex, "Uncle Huang! I will come by myself. !"
Han Zhiyuan frowned, "Why are the emperor and the minister polite? The minister is also watching the emperor grow up." He seemed to think of something, and a smile flashed in Han Zhiyuan's eyes, "Besides, the emperor was so drunk that night, just The emperor's naked appearance, the minister also saw it."
Sima Jinlin only felt a wave of embarrassment, thinking of the scene that night, he could not wait to find a seam to get in. The key is that this big broken sleeve is still smiling, Sima Jinlin burned almost instantly blushed.
"Uncle, don't say it anymore," Sima Jinlin was embarrassed, but Han Zhiyuan said that he would not say more, and continued to take off his clothes with a smile on his face.
"Uncle Huang, I will come by myself!" For a moment, Sima Jinlin only felt that this big broken sleeve was clearly intentional, but, during the pulling, the thing that Sima Jinlin was most worried about happened.
The two secrets that Sima Jinlin hid in his arms suddenly fell out. At that moment, both of them were stiff.
Han Zhiyuan's face was gloomy, staring at the two memorials on the ground, his eyes were cloudy, and it seemed that he unconsciously exuded a strong aura of oppression. Sima Jinlin only felt that his heart was beating wildly. The dangerous aura emanating from the Regent made him bend over and pick up the memorial without thinking, but he froze again in the next second.
Sima Jinlin was secretly annoyed, his actions that he wanted to conceal clearly meant to tell the Prince Regent that there was something wrong with the memorial.
Han Zhiyuan held back the laughter in his heart, and tried his best to let his gloomy aura come out. At the same time, he kept a gloomy look on his face, motionless, and tried his best to make himself look more terrifying.
"I didn't expect the emperor to be so diligent, this minister is very pleased." Han Zhiyuan said words of appreciation, but he didn't feel a trace of relief, and he couldn't even hear joy in his tone.
Sima Jinlin's heart tightened again, "I see that Uncle Huang is too tired, and I always wanted to share some of the burden for Uncle, but I was afraid of causing trouble to Uncle, so I thought of studying more in private, so as not to be a disservice to Uncle. ."
Han Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, but his expression did not change, "Then why don't you ask the minister to check and see how the emperor has learned?"
Sima Jinlin froze completely. At that moment, after various unrealistic thoughts such as killing the regent on the spot, he finally handed the memorial to Han Zhiyuan. Fortunately, he has not yet make a reply.
"I still have a lot of shortcomings to learn from Uncle Huang." Sima Jinlin simply broke the jar.
Sure enough, the moment the Prince Regent saw the contents of the memorial, his face became even more terrifying, especially the article about canonizing the Queen as soon as possible and expanding back to the palace to spread the branches and leaves for the big line, Sima Jinlin only felt that the Prince Regent at this time, There was a terrifying gloomy air all over his body, which made people tremble involuntarily.
Han Zhiyuan tried his best to look gloomy and terrifying, pretending to be seeing the content for the first time, and without a trace, he caught a glimpse of a certain little guy who was frightened and stiff. Han Zhiyuan wanted to laugh and felt sorry for the little emperor. for two seconds.
And in the second half, when the little emperor swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and wanted to speak, Han Zhiyuan raised his head, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then said coldly, "They want to impeach the minister?" Han Zhiyuan's smile was full of the strong disdain for the weak.
"Don't be surprised, Uncle, a few Ai Qing... also took great care of Da Yao." Sima Jinlin squeezed out a bit dryly.