Han Zhiyuan looked at the little crying bag beside him and cried out of breath, his body twitched, and the words that came out of his mouth were twitched intermittently, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty again.
"Wang~Wu Wangye is so kind to me." Xiao Kubao looked at Han Zhiyuan with tears in his eyes.
Han Zhiyuan felt another burst of guilt in his heart, but he frowned and pretended to be angry, "Didn't I tell you to call me brother?"
"Woooo~ but I just like to call you Prince." Xiaokubao said aggrievedly while crying.
Han Zhiyuan was suddenly dumbfounded.
Taking the exhaustion of the carriage and horses as an excuse, Han Zhiyuan had been in the palace for four or five days. During this period, the little emperor sent people to greet him, precious medicinal materials, Shiquan Dabu, golden cloth, and various awards. However, the little emperor himself did not step into the palace. It can be seen that today is different from the past. Bass going up.
In fact, Han Zhiyuan smirked in his heart, he understood what the little emperor meant, didn't he want him to enter the palace, however, he just didn't go. In modern words, this little face with no conscience is really big enough. You ruin people's hard work for many years while they are away. Once you still expect others to greet you with a smile? If you like you, you will laugh and be killed by you Ah? Koko.
In the past four or five days, what Han Zhiyuan did was not to fight back and take revenge, or even to have no reaction to the incident, but to spoil people, the little crying bag in front of him.
It is not denied that Han Zhiyuan favored him with the intention of taking advantage, but Han Zhiyuan could swear that his favor was sincere and that he really helped him.
People always have to have a skill, no matter ancient or modern, no matter how high or low, and Xiaokubao is still young, he likes to learn everything, and there is no limit to learning, and it is never too late, so Han Zhiyuan found a teacher for him, and arranged a way back for him, At least he can survive on his own after he's gone.
Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, Xiaokubao only likes to paint, and he is not interested in anything else. Han Zhiyuan is surprised by his concentration. The amazing thing is that his talent in this area is also amazing, but Han Zhiyuan feels that a good painting cannot be without connotation. Dead objects, no matter how good and exquisite the painting is, they are still dead objects without soul, so Xiaokubao still has to learn a lot. As for Han Zhiyuan's behavior, Xiaokubao only felt that it was a great favor.
Xiaokubao didn't think it was Han Zhiyuan who liked him, because Han Zhiyuan gave him a reason. The Prince Regent has no parents and elder brothers, and no children or grandchildren. He is alone. Now the power has been disintegrated by the little emperor. Serving him, so I want to recognize him as a brother-in-law, and they also have relatives in this world.
Xiaokubao was moved to tears, and naturally he didn't know that Han Zhiyuan had other goals, nor did he know that Han Zhiyuan had always felt guilty for it.
Han Zhiyuan saw that he was crying a lot, and the time was almost up. He guessed that someone was coming soon, so he stretched out his hand and pulled him to sit next to him, then raised his hand and wiped two tears for him, "Okay. Okay, stop crying, manly man, what a proper way to cry."
The little crying bag was still pumping, but when he heard Han Zhiyuan say this, he didn't dare to cry any more, and he endured it desperately. Palms caressed his back.
"Alright, alright, how old are you?"
"Woooooo~ Wang Ye, people can't help it, woohoo." The corner of Han Zhiyuan's mouth twitched, people... Sometimes when this little crying baby girl gets up, it's also... no one is there anymore.
At this moment, just hearing the door squeak, Han Zhiyuan looked up and saw a bright yellow body standing at the door. His clear and ignorant eyes were full of gloom in the past, and his cute little face in the past was also cold and a bit hostile. , the power of the emperor radiates from the inside out, and the temperament of the whole body is completely different from that of the previous little emperor.
Han Zhiyuan was not surprised or happy, slowly got up and pulled up the little crying bag, and then slowly walked to him under the more gloomy eyes of the little emperor, knelt down respectfully, "Long live the emperor, I don't know that the emperor is visiting late at night. , and ask the emperor to forgive me."
Sima Jinlin's eyes widened sharply. This scene stabbed him into a rush of blood for a moment, and he almost roared. Fortunately, he has never lacked for such things. Isn't that how he has endured all these years? Besides, he knows that it is He was right, but this scene still made him so angry that the smiling face he had prepared for a day turned into a gloomy and terrifying one.
It had been four or five days since the Prince Regent had returned, but Sima Jinlin hadn't seen Han Zhiyuan since the day he first came back. Staying behind closed doors, not appearing in the morning, turning a blind eye to his repeated insinuations... He originally thought that Han Zhiyuan should take action no matter how angry he was, but he didn't. He just stayed in the palace and taught that identity to be lowly and lowly. The little slaves who read, write, draw... Sima Jinlin didn't believe it at all, it was impossible for the regent to find another love in the blink of an eye, absolutely impossible.
But he still couldn't help rushing over, but what did he see? Before entering the door, he heard the prince regent comforting the crying little servant in a warm voice, and when he opened the door with anger, it was as if the prince regent was holding the little servant in his arms. The little bitch is thrown out, but he is an emperor, and he has the majesty of an emperor.
And when the prince regent naturally took the hand of the little servant and knelt in front of him, Sima Jinlin was furious, not to mention the majesty of the emperor, even the dignity of the emperor was almost lost.
However, he was wrong first, and he had to endure it.
"Uncle, please get up." Sima Jinlin gritted his teeth and said coldly.
Han Zhiyuan pulled up the flustered little crying bag with an expression on his face, and then calmly pulled the little crying bag behind him to block the little emperor's murderous eyes. Well, it's not really calm, at least he has to do it. The little emperor had to clearly feel his protective actions against the little crying bag.
Sure enough, someone's eyes were about to burst into flames. Han Zhiyuan continued to ignore the strong gaze of the little emperor who walked to the main seat and sat down. Instead, he turned to the little crying bag and said warmly, "You go down first."
"Yes, my lord." Xiao Kubao was at a loss when he was frightened by the sudden visit of the little emperor, but now Han Zhiyuan's words almost moved him to tears again. Really, the lord is really kind to himself.
It wasn't until Xiaokubao left for a long time that Han Zhiyuan did not sit down, but stood there respectfully.
Sima Jinlin endured it again and again, and finally gritted his teeth, "Uncle Huang, sit down."
Han Zhiyuan said respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Sima Jinlin gritted his teeth and repeatedly told himself to be patient. After a while, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and even pulled out his usual smile, "Uncle Huang, has you been feeling better these two days?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern, this minister is much better." Han Zhiyuan asked and answered, as if you were the Emperor and you were high above the ground, and I wouldn't dare to say if you didn't speak.
Then Han Zhiyuan saw that the little emperor's face was blue, red, red, and blue. It was so exciting, but he was about to die because of his hypocrisy.
"I don't know why the emperor came late at night?" Seeing that the little emperor was patronizing and suppressing his anger, Han Zhiyuan had no choice but to ask, in a rushing tone.
"You...!" Sima Jinlin couldn't help gnashing his teeth. What does he mean? At this time, he knew the etiquette of monarchs and ministers. Where did he go to die? So coldly pretending that nothing happened? Who said he loved him to the bone? Who never made him emperor? Who would do that kind of unethical thing to him all night long
Very good, this is what he wanted, forget those shames, and wipe them away completely. But this bastard has changed his body, and even changed his whole person. All that makes him full of thoughts is his number one enemy. He can't accept that others can only be him, and even let him He changed the plan that counted for many years, but now this person looks like nothing has happened, and he doesn't accept it.
"Uncle Huang, do you have to do this?" Sima Jinlin gritted his teeth.
However, Han Zhiyuan suddenly stood up, "Your Majesty," respectfully and earnestly, "Don't call me Uncle Chen again, I can't bear it anymore."
The implication: In the past, I could do my best to manage the big line, and I could fight to kill the enemy to protect the big line. At the same time, I could keep your little emperor's throne from being coveted by outsiders. Now that you are in power, my people have been dug out by you. Go, scare away, scare away, suppress suppress, in a word, I'm useless to you, why should you be called Uncle Huang
"Han Zhongxin!" Sima Jinlin was furious, "What the hell do you mean!"
Han Zhiyuan's expressionless face became a little more sad, looking at the little emperor's blushing face from anger, he said coldly, "Shouldn't I ask the emperor this sentence?"
The little emperor froze all over, and was choked by Han Zhiyuan's words, but the ensuing anger was mixed with grievance and unwillingness, "I just take back what belongs to me, what's wrong?" The little emperor's eyes There was also some redness, "Didn't you bastard say you love me? Didn't you say you want me to be a good emperor?" Full of grievances.
Han Zhiyuan's face was still cold, neither answering nor refuting, the little emperor became even more angry when he saw it, "What do you think I am wrong? Besides, you Han Zhongxin used to be self-reliant, formed a party for selfishness, and in the capital, you were even more arrogant and arbitrary. I have already committed the big crime of killing the nine clans. Now I not only save your life, but also let you continue to be the regent of one person and ten thousand people. I didn't even force you to surrender military power. What do you want? Who will you show it to!"
The more the little emperor talked, the angrier he became. At the same time, he felt that his grievances were accumulating more and more. However, he saw that the sadness on Han Zhiyuan's face became more and more serious, and then he saw Han Zhiyuan's grief to the extreme. Kneeling before him.
"Then I would like to thank the emperor for his grace of not killing." A look of grief and despair.
"Han Zhongxin, don't go too far!" The little emperor stood up straight, pointing at Han Zhiyuan's hands that were shaking, half-dead with anger.
After a long while, seeing Han Zhiyuan on the ground motionless, the little emperor did not give up and said, "Han Zhongxin, did your previous words lie to me?"
Han Zhiyuan, who was lying on the ground, said that the patience of this little emperor is really unparalleled, and he can't bear it. To tell the truth, from the little emperor's point of view, there is nothing wrong with him doing this, as he said. , did not take him down as soon as he came back, and then charged him with eighteen counts, stripped the title of the prince, confiscated his family, and then put him in the heavenly prison and asked him to be executed. .
But this is also the credit of Han Zhiyuan's dedicated efforts in the past few months. But, obviously, the stimulation is not enough. The moment the little emperor opened the door, Han Zhiyuan clearly felt a familiar heat flashing across his body. This familiar and long-lost feeling almost made Han Zhiyuan so excited that he forgot what expression he should have. , after all, it's been too long. It used to end in a month. This time, more than half a year has passed, and Han Zhiyuan feels that he is an ancient person.
Since the effect is there, then make persistent efforts.
So, Han Zhiyuan intensified, looking like he wanted to die, raised his head sadly and met the little emperor's red eyes, "What is the emperor referring to?" Then, before the little emperor could speak, Han Zhiyuan laughed at himself, "The emperor is referring to if If it is the minister’s rebellious words, please ask the emperor to forgive his sins, it is the minister who is beyond his own power and delusional, it is the minister’s wishful thinking, the emperor has never said such stupid words as a minister, forget it.”
"Han Zhongxin!" The little emperor's eyes blushed in anger for a moment, but he felt that his whole body was on fire, and his mind was also chaotic, but at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. , and then Xiaokubao asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have brought you tea."
Han Zhiyuan secretly praised God's assist, and then saw the extremely angry little emperor hurriedly threw the tea cup on the table, facing the door, the little crying bag just opened a crack, and the tea cup was facing the little crying bag. forehead.
Han Zhiyuan has a quick eye and a quick hand, and uses the ancient Qinggong to the extreme. He then wraps the waist of the little crying bag with one hand, and turns his body beautifully. Some anger, "It's the minister's fault, why should the emperor anger innocent people."
The little emperor was stimulated by this scene and lost his mind, "He is the reason, right? It's because of him!"
Han Zhiyuan: Correct answer.