Chu Wei's face was ugly, and his phoenix eyes were full of anger, but Gu Yuanbai, who opened the bed tent, was even more ugly than his face, and even just glanced at him, and immediately flung his sleeves away.
It was the first time that Chu Wei was tied to the bed to do whatever he wanted, and it was also the first time that he saw disgust in the eyes of other people. There was a clear shock and disgust in his eyes.
It seems that Chu Wei is some kind of dirty thing, and a look at him can stain his eyes.
The sage did not intend to do anything to him, but Chu Wei's anger in his heart continued to grow.
Gu Yuanbai's face was sullen, and he sat on the soft leaning outside waiting for Tian Fusheng's explanation.
After learning that the man lying on his bed was the protagonist of the book, Chu Wei, Gu Yuanbai clapped one hand on the armrest, and the dull sound made his heart tremble. Gu Yuanbai squeezed the armrest tightly, his fingertips turning white.
Tian Fusheng had never seen the anger of the saint, and he trembled in his heart, knowing that he was in trouble.
"Tian Fusheng," the saint's voice was already distorted when it reached the inner hall, "what kind of lewd image is I in your heart, cough...!"
The emperor was furious, and the entire palace fell to his knees on the ground.
Chu Wei, who was tied to the bed by Wu Huada, heard these words and saw the person kneeling on the ground. His eyes were cold and sneering. After a while, someone from the palace came in and lit the lamp. Suddenly bright as day.
Chu Wei's eyes blinked a few times uncomfortably. Outside the bed tent, the Dao Ming yellow figure was leaning on Ruan Yi and bending over to cough. His voice was dull, hasty and rapid.
The emperor was only wearing underwear, and his body was slender and thin. The anger in Chu Wei's heart gradually calmed down, and it turned into an unfathomable ice pool again.
After waiting for a while to stop coughing, Gu Yuanbai tried to straighten his waist and walked slowly to the side of the bed.
Chu Wei stared directly at him through the bed tent. If the emperor himself did not know about him being tied up, then the emperor's control over the inner court would be really weak. How did such an emperor pull the powerful minister Lu Feng off his horse
Chu Wei has been studying abroad since seven years ago. Although he is far away from the court, he can learn some news from his father. However, his father's official position was low, and he had no ambition in his career, so Chu Wei did not understand the details of the government.
Thousands of thoughts flooded into his mind in an instant, but a hand that reached into the bed tent abruptly cut these thoughts in half.
This hand is extremely beautiful, slender and white, but with a single glance, the bed tent was lifted by the emperor.
Gu Yuanbai is not an egoist. After becoming emperor, he was not dazzled by power. He thought for a moment. If he was forced to be tied to another man's bed, he would also be full of murderous intent towards that person. .
No matter what method is used, no matter who the opponent is, he will be killed.
So he quickly forgave Chu Wei's killing intent towards him, and even in order to appease the actor who was implicated by Tian Fusheng, his voice was much softer.
"No one will know about this..." Halfway through speaking, an itch came out of his throat, Gu Yuanbai clenched a fist to his lips, and coughed with his head sideways.
The blue silk was messy, and with the movement trembling, the palace servant fell to the ground outside, his body trembled, no one dared to go forward and help the emperor at this time.
The coughing couldn't stop, and it was heartbreaking in the end. Gu Yuanbai bent down with his hands shaking, and weakly held down the edge of the dragon couch.
The bright yellow silk satin embroidered with dragon patterns was creased one by one with his pale hands, and suddenly, there was a lingering and lingering fragrant illusion.
Chu Wei slowly frowned, and then he remembered that the emperor had just erected his crown last year. Not only that, but his body was extremely weak.
…
Really useless.
"Holy," the voice sounded like ice water falling into the pool, "Are you alright?"
Gu Yuanbai suddenly squeezed the sheet in his hand.
The blue veins on the back of the pale hand bulged, like the veins carefully carved on a jade pendant. Gu Yuanbai leaned against the bed, and the sound of coughing finally gradually weakened.
The coughing stopped, but the heavy breathing was still there. Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and breathed in fresh breath. After a long while, he trembled against the bed and got up.
Gu Yuanbai was used to such a body.
He stood up laboriously, obviously very embarrassed, but calmly continued to say the words just now with Chu Wei: "Don't worry that others will find out, I will send someone to take you home secretly, and I will also punish those who take you without authorization. These slaves who were bound."
Chu Wei looked at him quietly.
The young emperor's body was worse than he imagined. After coughing, the corners of his eyes were already crimson, and his lips were dyed like rouge, as if he had cried.
The appearance is also much better than he imagined.
Chu Wei is known as the most beautiful man in the capital, and nowadays the good man's style is regarded as an elegant affair. But after experiencing many hints from men, big and small, Chu Wei almost hated all men who thought of him badly.
When he was kidnapped by Wuhua, he had already ignited a monstrous murderous intent in his heart. After knowing that he was sent to the dragon bed, his killing intent was even more ferocious. Even if he was implicated in the nine clans, he would have to make this ignorant prince pay the price!
But I didn't think that this was not the emperor's idea, nor did he expect the emperor to be so beautiful.
Chu Wei badly used the word "beautiful" to describe the emperor in his heart to relieve the anger that had been pressing in his heart earlier.
Such a beautiful little emperor, the first sight he saw was disgust, so he shouldn't like men either
If Gu Yuanbai knew about his thoughts, I was afraid that Gu Yuanbai would be speechless. Chu Wei was obviously already homophobic.
The people in the original book are straight and homophobic. How did they come together in the end
Chu San's beauty is not the beauty of boys and girls. His beauty is to play the handsome characters to the limit, such as the bright moon, sunny and high wind, and a lot of heroism between his eyebrows. A charged cheetah.
If Gu Yuanbai is chosen, what he likes most is this kind of body, handsome and healthy. Compared to Chu Wei, his current appearance lacks a little bit of heroic spirit.
Chu Wei was silent, Gu Yuanbai thought that he was still reluctant in his heart, sighed, and sat on the side of the bed casually, "If I remember correctly, your father should be the head of the Ministry of Rites, right?"
This chatting posture, made by the saint, will make those who are chatting extremely flattered.
Chu Wei was loosened, and respectfully got down from the bed and bowed to the saint, "The saint remembers it."
Gu Yuanbai looked at him without a trace, waved his sleeves, and asked someone to bring a chair. He also put on his coat and sat at the table where he usually handled government affairs.
"Your father once wrote me a book about how to deal with the floods in the Yellow River," the sage said with a smile, "I also remember the contents clearly, although there are some shortcomings, but it is a good plan. But at that time I was in power. Falling aside, it cannot be implemented immediately.”
Chu Wei unconsciously frowned.
His father had a deep understanding of flood control, and he had read that memorial, and he said with confidence that his father's memorial was the most exquisite method in the world in his opinion, and this one had never been out of the palace. The sage of the door, now says that this memorial is still a bit lacking
The future capable minister lowered his head and asked in a deep voice, "I also ask the Holy One to teach me."
Gu Yuanbai was not polite, he just rummaged a little, and found the memorial of Chu Wei's father from the layers of memorials. Seeing this, Chu Wei's face softened a little, at least the emperor really cared.
"The flood in the Yellow River has been a headache for all dynasties since ancient times. Chu Qing stated three points. One is the prevention before the flood, the second is the rescue during the flood, and the third is the disaster relief after the flood." Gu Yuanbai moved his fingers along the words on the memorial. , Chu Wei unconsciously looked at the place where his fingertips pointed, "Tang Taizong set up Yicang and Changpingcang to prepare for the evil year, he made a good start, the Tang Dynasty built water conservancy, the Western Han Dynasty 'Jia Rang three strategies' Your father must have read it well, one is to divert the route, the other is to divert the flow, and the third is to increase the height and thicken the original embankment…”
The emperor was not in a hurry, and spoke his thoughts bit by bit. When the interest came, he picked up the brush to draw the bend of the Yellow River. The water was turbulent, but he was obedient and calm under his pen.
Chatting and smiling.
Chu Wei was almost stunned. He didn't expect the emperor to have such a side. A smart brain could make him understand the emperor's meaning easily. It was because of his understanding that he was surprised.
After the sage finished speaking, his hands and feet felt cold, and his nose was pitifully red, and he breathed a sigh of relief after being sent to the stove.
He looked at Chu Wei who was thinking carefully, the corners of his mouth flashed narrowly, he paced slowly, and suddenly said, "Chu Wei, do you know what kind of Daheng I want?"
I'm going to open a big cheating talent!
*
Chu Wei wrapped in the cold wind and returned home late at night. He silently rejected the concerns of his family and locked himself in the study alone.
He sat in the study all night, and when the sky was cool and the birds chirped through the window, he realized that it was already dawn.
Chu Wei stood up and pushed open the door of the study. The breath in the early morning was cold and fresh, and his swollen mind instantly calmed down.
There are hills and valleys in the heart of the Holy Spirit.
He sat all night and came to this conclusion.
It is not as weak and useless as he thought, no, the saint may be weak, may not be able to control the military power or even control the inner court, but in that weak and weak body, there is a prototype of an ambitious Mingjun hidden.
Chu Wei's mind suddenly flashed through the image of the saint bending over and coughing last night.
Thin white fingers pinched the satin bed, fingers buried between the quilts.
He coughed until there was water in his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, and his lips were stubbornly pursed, but they were redder than the end of his eyes.
Chu Wei turned around slowly, his footsteps were stiff, and then gradually became firmer, and walked towards the bookshelf step by step.
*
When Lord Chu came to the study, what he saw was his son who was holding a book and studying.
Hearing his voice, the son naturally put down the book in his hand and looked at him calmly, "I want to participate in the exam in March."
Chu Wei passed the Juren exam seven years ago. He was Xie Yuan in that session of Juren.
But Chu Wei had no intention of becoming an official, and he did not continue the imperial examinations for the next seven years. Today, overnight, Lord Chu doesn't know what he was thinking, but it was unintentionally good to be able to continue the imperial examinations.
"Okay," Mr. Chu's eyes were slightly wet, "Okay!"
Chu Wei nodded towards Lord Chu and continued to look at the book in his hand.
Since the exam is to be taken, who else is the champion
The author has something to say: The emperor fined Tian Fusheng, but he didn't write it. There is a sentence in the later article, which is explained here.