Zhao Mian froze on Wei Zhenfeng.
He turned off the lights to protect Wei Zhenfeng's eyes, and tied up Wei Zhenfeng's hands to protect him. He never expected that he would have to protect Wei Zhenfeng...
The young emperor immediately became angry and embarrassed, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were stained with light red. If his lust had not been aroused, he would have wanted to roll up his clothes and leave.
What is the Wei guy barking about
In the darkness, Wei Zhenfeng could not see the expression of the person on his body, and had no idea that his true feelings had angered the emperor. If he had not been injured, the emperor would have drawn his sword without hesitation.
Wei Zhenfeng felt it for a while and exclaimed in a low voice: "It's really different. The water is more..."
Zhao Mian squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Shut up."
"Why don't you let me say it?" Wei Zhenfeng laughed, "Don't you think it feels good to say it out loud?"
"I don't think so." Zhao Mian could no longer bear it. "If you say one more word, I will destroy you on the spot."
If Wei Zhenfeng took the king's threat to heart, he would not be Wei Zhenfeng. Although he could not see and could not hold his waist, he could still speak.
"It's also hotter than before." Wei Zhenfeng hummed unbearably, "Is it because the weather is too hot and my physique has changed, or is it because... Your Majesty has taken special care of it?"
Zhao Mian calmed down despite being extremely embarrassed and angry. Wei Zhenfeng was never the type to work hard in bed, and he liked to play tricks, and he knew it. Don't take it seriously, or you will lose.
Zhao Mian took a deep breath and said, "Wei Zhenfeng."
"Um?"
Zhao Mian imitated Wei Zhenfeng's tone just now: "You don't seem to be as big as you were three months ago."
Wei Zhenfeng: “.”
Zhao Mian pretended to think: "Is it because of the injury that changed your physical condition, or is it because... you are old?"
Although he was not even 20 years old, he was called old. Wei Zhenfeng was not angry at all: "I am telling the truth, but you are just talking in anger. I don't believe it."
Of course Zhao Mian knew that Wei Zhenfeng was telling the truth, and precisely because it was the truth, he felt even more ashamed.
—Why did these changes occur in his body? It was because he slept with Wei Zhenfeng.
Zhao Mian said coldly: "I think you don't want to continue?"
It was no use staying in this stalemate. The first one who couldn't stand it was Wei Zhenfeng, who felt Zhao Mian's changes most directly. If it was the sexual pleasure that made people unable to stop before, now it was to the extent that it could drive people crazy.
He tried to free himself from the headband that bound his wrists to the bedpost, but his efforts were in vain.
Damn the poison.
At this moment, Wei Zhenfeng understood why some people were willing to die under the peony flowers. Fortunately, Zhao Mian had the foresight to tie him up tightly, otherwise the situation would definitely get out of control, and he would have to stay in bed for two more days.
The young man who was defeated first stopped talking nonsense decisively and begged, "I want to. Mianmian, move a little."
Zhao Mian said with a victorious attitude: "Beg me."
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "Please, please."
Wei Zhenfeng paid a "painful" price for his disrespect for the emperor. Zhao Mian did move, but he only cared about himself from beginning to end, not considering Wei Zhenfeng, and even slowed down or stopped at the critical moment of Wei Zhenfeng.
Wei Zhenfeng once thought that he might really die on the dragon bed. Not only that, but in the following days in Nanjing, Zhao Mian never let him succeed again.
Thanks to the arrow wound, Wei Zhenfeng is expected to stay in Nanjing until August. He and Emperor Yuan have not yet completely torn their faces apart, so he still has to go back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with his family.
After hearing his plan, Zhao Mian was happy that he could stick with Wei Zhenfeng for the entire July, and at the same time he mocked: "I didn't know that you still regarded Emperor Yuan and Crown Prince Yuan as your family."
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "Of course they don't count. But besides them, Shengjing also has brothers and sisters who stand on my side."
In the Beiyuan court, the situation between the crown prince and the King of Heng had already developed to the most intense stage. In addition to the officials in the court, the nobles of the royal family were also forced to start taking sides one after another.
Zhao Mian asked, "Are you talking about your two cute twin sisters?"
"Well, there's also my fourth brother. I have a pretty good relationship with him." Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile, "At least he doesn't think of killing him."
Zhao Mian had no impression of Wei Zhenfeng's fourth brother: "When we were in Beiyuan, I didn't seem to hear you mention your fourth brother."
Wei Zhenfeng said, "My fourth brother is two years younger than me. His mother died during childbirth, and he has been weak and sickly since childhood, so he hardly goes out. Apart from me, he doesn't have much contact with other brothers and sisters. It's a pity for his smart little head. God is jealous of his talent."
Zhao Mian thought for a moment and asked, "What do your brothers and sisters look like?"
"They are all pretty good." Wei Zhaoxiu was a handsome and romantic man. The women who caught his eye and were taken into his harem were all beautiful in their own ways. Naturally, the children they gave birth to would not be ugly.
Wei Zhenfeng was a little surprised: "Why are you asking this?"
"Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle." Zhao Mian said casually, "Speaking of which, does your Beiyuan royal family have any problems that are passed down from generation to generation? For example, baldness, dark skin, or being weak and sickly like your fourth brother."
"My fourth brother is weak because of premature birth. It has nothing to do with whether he is from the royal family or not. As for the rest..." Wei Zhenfeng looked at Zhao Mian, "Do you think I am bald or black?"
Zhao Mian was quite satisfied with the result. Their Nanjing bloodline must not be held back by Beiyuan.
"Go talk to Bai Yu about your fourth brother's situation later." Zhao Mian said, "Dongling has sent a batch of elixirs as tribute, which may be able to help your fourth brother."
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "In that case, I will thank Your Majesty on behalf of my fourth brother."
Compared with the gift from Dongling, the Ferghana horse presented by Beiyuan pleased Zhao Mian more. Zhao Lin also loved the horse and did not mind the hot weather. He would go to the horse training farm whenever he had time.
Zhao Mian took some time to bring Wei Zhenfeng to the horse training farm, where two of the six Arabian horses presented by Beiyuan were kept. Arabian horses have excellent patience, and they are still energetic even under the scorching sun in July in Shangjing. When running, their sweat is as elegant and free as bright red silk, and when resting, they are calm and quiet, with a good sense of self-management.
The appearance of these two Arabian horses was also outstanding, with thin heads, high necks, long limbs, thin skin and fine hair. They were exactly the horses of Zhao Lin's dreams. Before Zhao Lin spoke, Zhao Mian took the initiative to give one of the horses to his younger brother.
Zhao Lin hugged the horse's head excitedly and said, "Great, you will be my horse from now on!"
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and joked: "You are so happy, if you don't know, you would think your brother gave you a princess as a reward."
Zhao Lin said nonchalantly: "The princess is not as good as a BMW."
Wei Zhenfeng looked at Zhao Lin and thought of his past self: "I used to think so, but then..."
Zhao Mian gave Wei Zhenfeng a light look and he decisively shut his mouth.
Zhao Lin stroked the horse's back with an intoxicated look on his face: "Brother, I plan to name it 'Chasing the Wind', what do you think?"
Wei Zhenfeng said: "Let me think about it."
Zhao Mian thinks names like “追风”, which are common among horses, are not original, so how about a name that is rare among horses
"How about calling him Erdan?" Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile, "A cheap name is easier to keep."
Zhao Lin's face wrinkled: "What the hell?"
Zhao Mian was not surprised at all, and said indifferently: "As expected, I can't count on you."
Even though Wei Zhenfeng's naming skills are so appalling, the child's name still has to be chosen by him.
"'Dragon's back is covered with coins, and its silver hooves are stepping on the white smoke'," Zhao Mian chanted, "so let's call it 'Stepping on the Smoke'."
Wei Zhenfeng was about to say that your name is nothing new, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow and his face suddenly changed: "Zhao Mian!"
In addition to the two Arabian horses, there were also many mares in the fertility period, waiting to be bred with Arabian horses. The fertility mares were mentally uneasy and irritable, often actively chasing other horses. A mare not far from them was attracted by the smell of the Arabian horse, suddenly jumped up and broke free from the reins, and rushed straight towards Zhao Mian.
Zhao Mian's first reaction was to protect his stomach. He stood there calmly, and the next moment, Wei Zhenfeng, Shen Buci and Zhao Lin all rushed over to block him, followed by a row of imperial guards who surrounded their emperor.
This was merely the danger that a thriving mare might bring to the emperor.
At the same time, a tall guard rushed towards the mare, leaped into the air and landed on the horse's back, grabbing the reins. With a high and long neigh, the mare raised its front hooves high and then fell, and then was firmly controlled, unable to run wild anymore.
Wei Zhenfeng narrowed his eyes: "What a quick reaction, even faster than Shen Buci."
Shen Buci nodded and admitted: "Yes."
It was normal for the guards to react quickly, but it was rare for them to react faster than Shen Buci. Zhao Mian looked at the man and said, "This man looks familiar."
Shen Buci said, "Your Majesty, this man's name is Xu Pai. He used to be a guard of the Eastern Palace and has been with Your Majesty for many years."
Zhao Mian was suspicious. If she was once his Eastern Palace member, why had he never noticed such agile skills before
Zhao Mian asked: "Has Xu Pai's skills always been so good?"
Shen Buci shook his head.
"His skills are not that good. It's just controlling a horse. Anyone with some skills can do it." Wei Zhenfeng said meaningfully, "He just reacts quickly. Before the other imperial guards could react, he had already rushed in front of the horse."
Zhao Mian pondered for a moment and said, "In any case, he deserves a reward for his meritorious service - a hundred taels of gold and a promotion to the second-class imperial guard."
Soon, Xu Pai came to thank the emperor. The man in iron armor knelt on the ground with his head lowered, not daring to look directly at the emperor's face.
Zhao Mian looked down at him and said, "Look up."
Xu Pai slowly raised his head, still not daring to raise his eyes. He just stared at the hem of the clothes with golden dragon threads, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Zhao Mian said: "You did a great job."
Xu Pai said in a deep voice: "I will protect your majesty until my death."
Zhao Mian nodded lightly: "Back off."
Wei Zhenfeng looked at the iron-clad Nanjing Imperial Guards and couldn't help but sigh that Mianmian's demeanor as the emperor was growing day by day - so adorable.
In mid-July, the drought in the area near Beijing showed no signs of easing, but worsened. The imperial court was clear about disaster relief, and the victims were properly treated. However, rumors began to spread in Beijing, saying that Nanjing had enjoyed good weather for more than ten years, but was suddenly hit by this natural disaster because the fate of the newly born little princess was in conflict with the national destiny of Nanjing.
As long as the princess stays in Shangjing, the disaster will not be resolved.
When Zhao Mian saw something he didn't like in the memorial, he didn't even frown, but just threw the memorial in front of Shangjing Zuo Duwei Hang Xingchao.
Even though the emperor said nothing, Hang Xingchao still seemed to hear the word "insolent" which exuded a sense of authority without even being angry.
The Left Commander was responsible for the security of the capital, and those who could sit in this position had to be somewhat capable. Under the emperor's silent pressure, although Hang Xingchao broke out in a cold sweat, he remained calm when he responded: "Your Majesty, please calm down. I beg Your Majesty to give me three days. I will capture all the rumormongers and punish them severely to clear Your Majesty's ears."
Ji Jinzhi, who had been promoted to the head of Qianji Academy, said: "How does Commander Hang want to arrest people - interrogate them door to door? Shangjing has a population of over a million. If Commander Hang investigates like this, what will the people of Shangjing think when they can't live a normal life?"
Hang Xingchao was not dissatisfied with such a straightforward rebuttal. Instead, he was like grasping a life-saving straw: "What do you think, President Ji?"
Ji Jinzhi said: "Just find the source of the rumor and punish him severely, and forgive the other people who spread the rumor. Otherwise, even if the Hangzhou commander wants to arrest them, the prison in Shangjing will not be able to accommodate them."
Hang Xingchao said hurriedly: "President Ji is right. I wonder if Qianji Academy has any clues about this matter?"
Ji Jinzhi just smiled and said nothing.
Zhao Mian knew his intention and ordered Hang Xingchao to leave first. After Hang Xingchao left, Zhao Mian asked, "Is this matter related to Tianque Sect?"
Ji Jinzhi nodded and said, "Although I don't have any evidence for now, this rumor is too coincidental."
Zhao Mian felt the same way.
The three months that Wei Zhenfeng had been lurking in the Tianque Sect confirmed their previous speculation that the Tianque Sect was indeed collecting the royal bloodlines of the Three Kingdoms, first Dongling, then Beiyuan, and finally Nanjing.
The Tianque Sect is very good at bewitching people. If you want to brainwash people, words and drugs alone will not be enough. They need to do something to prove to their believers and the world that the Three Kingdoms are dead and Tianque should be established.
As the number of believers grew, they were no longer satisfied with occasionally finding a terminally ill patient to perform a resurrection drama, or creating some false illusions of celestial phenomena. So, they reached out to the royal families of the Three Kingdoms.
Just ask, what can make believers more firmly believe that Heaven is the Way of Heaven than the blood of the royal family
Previously, Zhao Lin and Anyuan Hou had already cleared out almost all of the Tianque Sect's strongholds in Nanjing. These strongholds were distributed in various states in Nanjing, but not in Shangjing. At first, Ji Jinzhi thought that the Tianque Sect could not reach Shangjing, but now it seems that they are hiding too well.
The rumor reached Prime Minister Xiao's ears. Although he intended to make the decision for his younger daughter himself, after weighing the pros and cons, he decided not to intervene in the matter for the time being. He wanted His Majesty, who had been on the throne for half a month, to quell the chaos in the capital, uncover the mastermind behind the scenes, and thereby establish the prestige of the new emperor.
Ji Jinzhi said: "The palace is heavily guarded, and the Tianque Cult has no way to start. Only when the court is forced to send the little princess out of the capital, will they have a chance to act."
Zhao Mian asked calmly, "Is there any pressure from the court?"
Ji Jinzhi looked embarrassed: "Not yet. But if the drought continues, rumors will spread and arouse public resentment. I'm afraid..."
"Then let's wait a little longer." Zhao Mian said, "It just so happens that the Zhongyuan Festival is coming soon."
(End of this chapter)