After Luo Bai left, Xiang Han didn't think about eating or drinking for several days, thinking that the dishes made by other imperial chefs were tasteless and not as delicious as Luo Bai's.
Big A came back after drinking the nutrient solution, and couldn't help complaining when he saw this: "I don't know how to be blessed when I am blessed."
Zhao Ze was also very upset, he really didn't understand when the little emperor fell in love with Luo Bai deeply.
In the afternoon lectures, he taught without trace that a ruler should put the country first, not indulge in personal affairs, let alone love only one person, and want rain and dew to be soaked...
uh, what is he talking about? Zhao Ze put down the book suddenly, a little bit wanting to knock himself on the head.
Xiang Han also looked confused, looked at him a little strangely, and said, "Zhao Qing, I want to be exposed to both rain and dew, but there is no one in the harem."
Zhao Ze was stunned for a moment, his first reaction was that the little emperor wanted to choose a concubine, which is not a bad thing, but...
He didn't know why he felt a little bored in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Which young master is Your Majesty looking at?"
Xiang Han was dumbfounded for a moment, and then waved his hands again and again: "Zhao Qing misunderstood, I was just talking casually."
Zhao Ze heaved a sigh of relief, but felt a little uncomfortable at the same time. Judging by the little emperor's attitude, it should be that Luo Bai has not let go.
But when dealing with him, why did the little emperor let go so simply, and never forget Luo Bai when it was his turn
Zhao Ze felt depressed for a while. When the little emperor liked him, he avoided it. Now that the little emperor has been hurt by someone else, he seems... very sad again.
Zhao Ze couldn't hold back this time, and really knocked on his head. After knocking, he found that the little emperor was lying on the table again, looking a little sleepy.
In order for the little emperor to forget about Luo Bai as soon as possible, Zhao Ze suggested holding an autumn festival. First, you can relax, and second, the little emperor has practiced riding and archery for more than half a year, and it's time to check and accept the results.
Xiang Han had never participated in this kind of activity before, so he couldn't help being a little excited, and quickly made an order.
When he arrived at the hunting ground, Xiang Han took a few glances, and instantly caught sight of those sons of the noble family who had spoken ill of him in the restaurant. He has remembered the appearance of these people for a long time.
Seeing their excited and eager faces, Xiang Han snorted softly, and privately told his guards: "Wait and keep an eye on those boys, they won't even be able to hunt a single rabbit."
At this time, Zhao Ze walked over wearing a long sword and wearing a military uniform. Seeing that the little emperor was staring at the group of young scholars, a dark light flashed in his eyes, he stepped forward to block his sight, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the paddock has been set up and we can start."
Xiang Han's eyes lit up when he saw him, Zhao Ze's outfit was really impressive. Wearing a bright black armor, the facial features seem to be more three-dimensional, and the lines of the face are much tougher. At this time, his thin lips were pursed lightly, his eyes became darker and deeper, and the elegance of the past disappeared in an instant, replaced by tallness and vigor.
Xiang Han couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Seeing that he was attracted by him, Zhao Ze felt inexplicably happy, couldn't help smiling, and asked lightly at the corner of his mouth, "Your Majesty?"
Xiang Han regained consciousness in an instant, and hurriedly ordered.
Liang Wang was released from house arrest a few days ago, and he was also in the entourage. However, he declined the hunt on the grounds of physical inconvenience and just watched from the sidelines.
At this time, he was standing in front of the camp, and seeing the thin little emperor in the past with a confident expression, and galloping on his horse, surrounded by ministers and guards, he couldn't help feeling jealous.
Once, he was only one step away from this honor. When he was the crown prince, Song Han was just an unfavored prince, why would he take everything away from him
King Liang is still unwilling to believe his own life experience. He stubbornly believes that it was the assistant minister who falsified the posthumous photo of the late emperor. Those three people pulled themselves down from the throne for the sake of power.
He should take it all back, he is the rightful emperor.
When Xiang Han got on his horse and took the bow and arrow from the guard, he suddenly felt a chill behind his back and subconsciously looked back.
King Liang was caught off guard and met his gaze suddenly. His expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to respect.
Xiang Han was stunned for a moment, then he turned his horse's head around deliberately, went to King Liang to show his concern, and then expressed warmly: "Brother Huang is inconvenient. I'll hunt for something later. You don't have to be polite, brother."
The surrounding ministers all praised, His Majesty has a deep brotherhood, and treats King Liang with great respect.
Liang Wang was touched on the surface, sighed and thanked, and almost vomited in his heart, wishing to tear the smiling face of the little emperor.
After Xiang Han was disgusted with King Liang, he drove his horse to the hunting ground in satisfaction. After the people following him dispersed, he approached Zhao Ze and asked in a low voice: "Qing Zhao, I was hairy from the King Liang who was staring at me just now, he wouldn't think Do you want to make troubles on Qiuxi?"
Zhao Ze turned sideways and replied: "Your Majesty, King Liang hasn't done anything recently. But he really wanted to do it before, but he gave up later. It's probably because Qiu Xi is heavily guarded and it's too easy to be discovered. He has a cautious personality and won't expose himself easily. "
"Who says he hasn't made any moves recently?" Xiang Han frowned, and said displeasedly: "I heard that many people in Chang'an are talking about it recently, saying that sending Luo Qing to sea is really a great achievement and a waste of money for the people?"
Zhao Ze frowned, he had already arrested the person who took the lead in spreading the words for interrogation, why did the little emperor still know
"As soon as he was released from house arrest, I was scolded by the people. I think it's better for him to stay in the palace." Xiang Han concluded.
Zhao Ze pondered and asked: "Your Majesty wants to..."
"He's not doing things in Qiuxi, so we can help him." Xiang Han said with some malicious intentions.
This "we" pleased Zhao Ze to a great extent, and if it was left behind, he would definitely not agree. But at this moment, seeing the high spirits on the little emperor's face, he almost didn't think about it, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."
Qiu Xi was supposed to last for half a month, but Xiang Han planned to go back after playing for a few days and reprimanding a few scholars who hadn't caught anything for neglecting to ride and shoot.
So, not long after, Xiang Han was assassinated while hunting, and was beaten and carried back to the camp by Zhao Ze.
After the imperial physician tremblingly entered the camp and left pretending to be sad, Xiang Han suddenly opened his eyes, frowning and looking at Zhao Ze with a livid face.
It was supposed to be acting, and according to the original plan, the guards should have brought him back, but why was Zhao Ze so nervous just now, why did he have to carry him back
"Zhao Qing, I saw that your expression was not right just now, but what happened?" He couldn't help asking.
Zhao Ze was slightly startled, then shook his head and said, "No."
Although he knew it was a fake, but when he saw the little emperor 'hit' by the arrow, he still panicked for no reason, and hugged him back involuntarily.
"Oh." Xiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the fake had come true.
After the little emperor was assassinated, Qiu Mi stopped immediately, and Luan Jia returned to the palace that night. King Liang looked in the direction of the imperial tent, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
After returning to the palace, the little emperor has been 'in a coma'.
When the imperial guards rushed into Liang Wang's mansion, Liang Wang was not surprised. Originally, he really planned to do something on Qiu Yu, but after thinking about it, he felt that the time was not yet ripe, so he finally gave up. After all, he has not fully controlled the Northwest Army, and Zhao Bingzhang is still alive.
However, closing his hands too hastily will inevitably leave traces. Thinking about it, the little emperor knew something, so he decided to count on it.
Liang Wang felt unwilling for a while, but soon calmed down again. He stopped in time, even if he was found out, there would be no strong evidence. So he didn't say anything except asking to see Xiang Han.
The imperial guards had no choice but to surround Liang Wangfu, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.
Others can't help Liang Wang, but Zhao Taifu is different. He knew that King Liang was not of the blood of the former emperor, and when he learned that the other party dared to assassinate the emperor, he sent him directly to guard the imperial tomb. He is the auxiliary minister and can act on behalf of the emperor when necessary.
Xiang Han was squatting in the dormitory, gnawing on the chicken feet. After hearing about this, he immediately threw the chicken feet away, lay back on the dragon bed and opened his eyes weakly.
After Zhao Taifu came, seeing his pale face, he burst into tears, knelt in front of the dragon bed and choked with sobs: "Old minister, I'm sorry for the late emperor..."
Xiang Han raised his weak paw, saw that it was still shiny, and didn't care about the sequelae of cleanliness. He quickly rubbed it on the dragon bed, and then said out of breath, "Old, teacher, I heard...cough cough, I heard that Brother Huang..."
The old matriarch hurried forward and said with relief: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the King of Liang has evil intentions and intends to murder His Majesty. The old minister has been sent to the imperial tomb, and he will go there soon."
Xiang Han tried his best to shake his head, and said with difficulty: "Teacher, the emperor, the emperor's brother and I... are brothers after all. It is too hard to guard the imperial tomb, so, just... imprison the Liang Palace."
The emperor's mausoleum is high and the emperor is far away. He left King Liang there, and he didn't know when he ran away. It's more reassuring to see it in front of him.
Zhao Taifu saw that the little emperor still had admiration and disappointment for his elder brother in his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, His Majesty is really too kind.
Seeing that Xiang Han was still foolishly thinking about King Liang, he wished he could tell him immediately that King Liang was not your real brother. But thinking of the first emperor's entrustment, he finally gave up.
Once Queen Liang was imprisoned again, Zhao Ze was completely in the boat of the little emperor. After all, he was almost in control of the whole process of setting the blame, and even the little emperor pretended to be unconscious, he helped cover it up.
After seeing his father leave, Zhao Ze sighed deeply. If this was a year ago, he would never have done such a thing as framing someone. If Taifu Zhao knew what he had done these days, he would definitely scold him for reading all the sage books into the dog's stomach.
After Xiang Han 'woke up', he was alive and kicking again not long after. Without King Liang's secret stumbling block, he just had his hands free to deal with the turmoil in the Southwest. In fact, he doesn't need to do anything, mainly Zhao Ze is doing it.
After all, the requirement of the task is to help Zhao Ze become a famous official of a generation, and he cannot do it for him.
Zhao Ze went to the southwest as an army supervisor. Half a year later, the commander of the Southwest Army died of illness. Xiang Han did not promote a new general, and directly asked Zhao Ze to temporarily act as the commander in chief of the army.
Zhao Ze is both civil and military. In the original plot, he took refuge in Queen Liang and led the Northwest Army, becoming a great help for King Liang. Now that the Northwest Army has Wang Jun, Xiang Han had no choice but to kick him to the southwest.
Two years later, Zhao Ze pacified the southwest, led his army back in triumph, and went out of the city gate to greet Xiang Han.
Zhao Ze, dressed in silver armor, slowly approached the city gate while reining in the reins. I haven't seen him for two years, his face is much firmer and darker, but he is still handsome.
When he reached the bottom of the city gate, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the familiar figure who was much taller, and smiled slowly, with countless thoughts in his eyes.
Standing on the city wall, Xiang Han just lowered his head, and when he met his gaze, his heart was inexplicably stirred up.
Xiang Han was startled, but then he thought again, this is the route of a Mingjun, and it seems normal to get excited when seeing a favorite general who has won a battle.
He quickly walked down the city wall, accepted Zhao Ze's kneeling, and then pulled him into his Luanjia, and the two returned to the palace together.
The accompanying ministers couldn't help but look a little surprised when they saw this scene.
Mr. Zhao made great contributions in pacifying the Southwest, and he has a large army in his hand, which easily aroused the suspicion of the emperor. Probably because of these concerns, Taifu Zhao had completely delegated power half a month ago, and left his family at home.
But His Majesty's actions just now can be regarded as giving Mr. Zhao enough face, but I don't know...whether this action is flattering or killing.
The ministers speculated privately, but they didn't know that Zhao Ze had already held the little emperor's hand in Luanjia, staring at him with burning eyes, wishing to embrace him fiercely.
After leaving Chang'an, the most unbearable thing for him was not seeing the little emperor. The folk customs in the south are open, and he has met many brothers and sisters in the past few years, and gradually understands his feelings for the little emperor. How could he not be excited when he saw someone who was thinking about it day and night
The bones of Xiang Han's grasped hand hurt, he struggled a few times but couldn't break free, he was surprised that the palm of the other party was getting hotter and hotter, he couldn't help but raised his head in surprise and said, "Zhao Qing?"
Hearing the long-lost address, Zhao Ze couldn't help being in a trance for a while. After regaining consciousness, he clenched his hands tighter, but his voice was extremely gentle: "The minister is here."
Xiang Han trembled, lifted the dragon claw carefully, and said awkwardly: "Qing Zhao, my hand is about to break."
Zhao Ze suddenly let go of his hand like an electric shock. He finally remembered their identities, and remembered the difference between monarch and minister, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes.
After realizing that he liked the little emperor, the issue of identity bound him like a shackle, preventing him from thinking of going beyond the limit. What he once taught the little emperor has now become a great irony.
He taught His Majesty not to be masculine, not to be pampered, but in the end, he himself fell in love with His Majesty.
The tenderness in Zhao Ze's eyes suddenly cooled down, and he became extremely calm, even distanced himself from the little emperor without a trace.
Xiang Han was a little puzzled, but he didn't think much about it.
Back in the palace, Xiang Han first rewarded him generously, and then announced that he would hold a reception banquet for the generals.
Under the teaching of Taifu, Xiang Han is now proficient in handling political affairs. Relying on the information provided by Wang Jun, he replaced half of the generals that King Liang had arranged for the Northwest Army on the grounds that the battle was ineffective. Coupled with the fact that Taifu Zhao gave up power in time, Xiang Han is now in power in the court.
As for the folks, after the compilation of the "Dictionary", Zhao Taifu vigorously publicized that this is the result of His Majesty's pity for the students all over the world, and his day and night thinking. With the help of the system two years ago, Xiang Han improved the Daqi rice planting technology, which greatly increased the yield.
Therefore, both scholars and ordinary people highly respected Xiang Han. King Liang has been keeping a low profile for the past two years. Not only did he fail to lead Xiang Han to the path of a foolish king as planned, but he watched his reputation get better and better.
The reception banquet will be held at night, Zhao Ze used his spare time to go home, and soon learned about Xiang Han's actions in the past two years.
After listening to his confidant's report, he felt emotion and loss in his heart. His little emperor had grown up, but he was no longer needed everywhere.
The only thing that comforted him was that the little emperor hadn't chosen a concubine these years, and he didn't have a male favourite.
Entering the palace to attend a banquet at night, looking at the graceful dancers, he drank a glass of wine vigorously, thinking with some distress: Why is there no one around His Majesty all these years? Did you not like it, or did you still miss Luo Bai
Seeing Zhao Ze staring at the dancers in the field, Xiang Han curled his lips secretly, and complained in his heart: He only went to the army for two and a half years, but when he saw a woman, his eyes were straightened, and he was useless.
He drank a glass of wine a little depressed, looked up and saw that the other party was still looking, and couldn't help grinding his teeth again. Unexpectedly, in this world, Zhao Ze is so romantic. Fortunately, he wisely chose to develop the relationship between monarch and minister.
But after thinking about what he should be thankful for, Xiang Han felt a burning sensation in his heart.
He must have drunk too much, he thought to himself, completely ignoring that it was the heart, not the stomach.
Thinking of this, he drank a few more cups, and stopped until he felt a burning sensation in his stomach, squinting at Zhao Ze.
Zhao Ze happened to also look at him, both of them were taken aback, and then Xiang Han said drunkenly: "Zhao Qing, you, you come up, I'm a little curious about the Southwest style, come and tell me about it."
Zhao Ze saw that he was drunk, so he was supposed to let the left and right help him down to rest. But at this moment, the little emperor's cheeks were flushed, and he looked at him with blurred eyes, like a newly married wife looking at her husband, so that he couldn't say no at all.
After he approached, he bowed and saluted, then leaned into the little emperor's ear and said, "Your Majesty is drunk, can I help you go back and rest?"
Xiang Han stared blankly at those familiar deep eyes, nodded mysteriously, and said, "Okay, Zhao Qing will help me go back, I will have a long talk with Zhao Qing Bingzhu tonight."
Zhao Ze's eyes darkened slightly, he helped the little emperor up selfishly, then avoided the eunuch's hand, half-armed him and walked towards the bedroom.
After the emperor left the table, the officials gradually let go and drank more happily.
And after Zhao Ze got away from the hustle and bustle, he directly hugged the little emperor horizontally, his eyes lingering, as if he was hugging his own wife.
The attendants following behind accidentally looked up and saw it, and their expressions were filled with astonishment.
Zhao Ze glanced at them, his eyes full of warning. Everyone bowed their heads immediately, as if nothing had happened.
Apart from being dizzy when he was picked up, Xiang Han quickly adapted to this shaking rhythm, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
After entering the bedroom, Zhao Ze gently put him on the dragon bed. But Xiang Han was still awakened. He quickly sat up and looked around in a daze, as if he didn't quite understand how he got here.
Seeing his confused look, Zhao Ze loved him even more.
He turned around and glanced at the attendant who was following him closely, and without knowing why, he bent down and said to Xiang Han, "Your Majesty wants to have a long talk with Chen Bingzhu? Why don't you tell the idlers to step back first."
Xiang Han finally picked up the memory from before, and hurriedly said, "Yes, you all step back first."
The attendants looked at each other before stepping back carefully.
After Xiang Han said that, he sat on the edge of the dragon bed and fell asleep bit by bit.
Zhao Ze turned around and saw this scene, feeling both helpless and compassionate. He ordered the maid to bring hot water, and gently wiped the little emperor's body.
Xiang Han woke up twice on the way. Seeing that it was Zhao Ze, he closed his eyes again with two hums, and fell asleep at ease.
Seeing this, Zhao Ze couldn't help being filled with joy and guilt. He didn't expect that after two years, the little emperor still trusted him so much, and he didn't feel suspicious of him at all.
Before meeting the little emperor, Zhao Ze sometimes couldn't help but wonder, now that he holds the military power and made great achievements in battle, will His Majesty fear and doubt himself because of this
When he returned home during the day, Taifu Zhao also told him that he should be careful when speaking in court in the future, and avoid making too much meritorious deeds.
But at this moment, compared with the little emperor's trust, his worries seemed ridiculous.
Zhao Ze made his movements more gentle, and when he wiped his lips, his hand could not help but hesitate slightly. The little emperor had always been delicate and precious in the palace, his skin was much fairer than that of ordinary men, so his lips were more bright red and fuller.
Zhao Ze couldn't help but touch it lightly with his thumb. The soft touch made his heart tremble slightly, and his throat felt dry for a while. His eyes couldn't help but be full of aggression, he scrutinized the other's face inch by inch, and finally stayed between his lips.
There is a voice in my mind that is constantly bewitching: once, just once, His Majesty is asleep, and there is no one else in the bedroom, so he will not be discovered...
The bewitching sound became louder and louder, and Zhao Ze seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heartbeat mixing with it, constantly beating against his ears.
He squeezed his sweaty hands and told himself silently, just once...
Thinking this way, he finally leaned over and slowly met that bright red.
The soft touch made his heart flutter, his heart was beating violently, he felt that he seemed to be a little unstable, as if he would lie on the opponent's body in the next moment.
He stretched out his hand to support the dragon bed, and closed his eyes intoxicated. After a while of gentle touch, he carefully poked out the tip of his tongue to trace the other's soft lips.
The touch is as good as imagined, with a hint of bouquet. Zhao Ze's brain roared for a while, and his body gradually became hot, and he couldn't help but want to grab more.
He directly took the little emperor's lips and sucked them tentatively. Seeing that he didn't wake him up, he became more frenzied, and stuck the tip of his tongue into the other's mouth, constantly pacing and sweeping.
Xiang Han only focused on drinking at night and didn't eat much. At this time, his stomach was empty and he couldn't help but feel a little hungry. He didn't know what he dreamed about, but he felt something slippery and soft in his mouth, and he opened his mouth to bite.
Zhao Ze suddenly felt pain, and hurriedly withdrew, then covered his mouth and looked at Xiang Han nervously. Seeing that the other party hadn't woken up, he breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously moved the tip of his tongue, which resulted in another stabbing pain.
Looking at the little emperor who was still asleep and couldn't help but smack his mouth, he couldn't help feeling helpless.