Seeing that Zhao Ze had sat down, Xiang Han coughed lightly, pretending to be serious and said, "Since you are my man now, you have to take care of yourself, don't think about getting married and having children while thinking about..."
"I didn't, and I definitely won't." Zhao Ze immediately raised his hand to swear, but when he thought of the flower viewing banquet, he explained in a slightly embarrassing manner: "Today's matter was arranged by my mother, and I didn't know about it in advance."
The last sentence was a little guilty, because he suddenly remembered what his mother seemed to have said to him when he returned home last night, but at that time his mind was full of the little emperor, so he completely ignored it.
Xiang Han's face flushed a little, and he didn't want to admit that he might be jealous just now, so he pretended to be calm and asked: "If you don't marry a wife like this, how should the family explain?"
"Your Majesty will handle it well, so your Majesty doesn't have to worry." Zhao Ze assured, and then asked hopefully, "Your Majesty is the only minister, can His Majesty... only have you alone?"
Xiang Han coughed lightly, and said slightly annoyed: "Except for Zhao Qing, who else would have such courage?"
Zhao Ze's eyes lit up, and his heart was filled with joy. After sitting for a while, he couldn't help but said softly, "Your Majesty, my desk is too short, and I'm often exhausted after sitting for a long time."
Xiang Han looked at the roof of the hall speechlessly, moved to the side twice, and said with a straight face, "Come up."
Zhao Ze hurriedly got up, didn't bring anything, went up empty-handed, then hugged the little emperor, and read the scriptures together.
Xiang Han endured it, then felt that he couldn't bear it any longer, and asked with a frown, "Zhao Qing, don't you think that the efficiency of criticizing papers like this is lower than my own?"
"The minister will not bother His Majesty anymore." Zhao Ze didn't look at him at all. He held the little emperor in his arms and let him lean against him. After being stared at, he explained very seriously: "This will make you more comfortable and relieve fatigue." Xiang Han rubbed against it, um, it was really comfortable, so he leaned on it with peace of mind.
After approving the papers, Zhao Ze said again: "Your Majesty, I have no use for lunch, so I was sent to discuss the matter..."
Xiang Han twitched the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "Then let's stay and have dinner together."
After finishing the meal, Zhao Ze said again: "Your Majesty, it's getting late. It may not be safe to go back to the residence at this time. I wonder if I can stay..."
Xiang Han glanced at the sky outside, and interrupted directly: "Zhao Qing, enough is enough. It's not dark yet."
"Your Majesty, don't you have any 'important matters' to discuss with your ministers?" Zhao Ze didn't give up, he had just expressed his heart to the little emperor. Can't wait to stick together all the time, how can I be willing to leave.
"No, Zhao Qing go back." Xiang Han said calmly.
Having said it all outright, Zhao Ze had no choice but to leave reluctantly.
Seeing him leave, Xiang Han hurriedly announced the imperial physician to come, then waved back to the left and right, and carefully asked: "Emperor Deng, I ask you, do you have that kind of medicine that... cough, can make people emotional, but makes you feel powerless?"
"..." Imperial Physician Deng looked terrified.
"Yes or no?" Xiang Han asked deliberately with a straight face.
Ordinarily, with the status of a monarch and minister, he only needs to put on the majesty of the emperor, and he is not afraid that Zhao Ze will not follow. But with the lessons from the last world, he felt it would be safer to use medication.
Physician Deng was taken aback by him, and nodded tremblingly: "Yes, but it needs to be prepared now."
Xiang Han's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly ordered: "Then you can match it when you go back, and send some to me tomorrow."
Imperial Physician Deng acted very quickly, and prepared the medicine that night, and personally delivered it to Xiang Han when he went down to court the next day.
Xiang Han was reading the brochure with Zhao Ze at the time, seeing the other party looking at him inquisitively, he hurriedly stuffed the medicine bottle into his sleeve, pretending to be indifferent.
Zhao Ze turned his gaze back, and after Doctor Deng left, he sat back beside Xiang Han and let him lean against him.
Xiang Han's body froze for a moment, and after making sure that the other party hadn't noticed anything unusual, he gradually relaxed and turned his attention back to the memorial.
In fact, Zhao Ze had already realized that something was wrong with him, but he remained calm. When Xiang Han relaxed his vigilance, he quietly reached into the opponent's sleeve, poured half of the powder in the medicine bottle into his palm, and then pretended to have something to leave.
Seeing him leave, Xiang Han subconsciously touched the medicine bottle again, and he was relieved to make sure he was still there.
Zhao Ze was originally worried, thinking that the little emperor was ill but he didn't want to tell him, so he brought some medicine powder and left, asking the doctor outside the palace to take a look.
But after learning about the properties of the medicine, he couldn't help but feel a delicate expression, and his aphrodisiac would be weak. The little emperor asked the imperial doctor to prepare this medicine, obviously not for his own use. That's only possible...
The corners of Zhao Ze's mouth twitched slightly. In fact, he hadn't thought about the issue of going up and down before, but thinking that the little emperor cared, he couldn't help but look for some "teaching" books to read, and after reading them, he felt top-heavy.
Especially in his mind, he replaced the people in the picture with him and the little emperor, and then imagined that the other party was pressed by him on the dragon bed or table... He was in a trance for a while, his head was dizzy, and he walked a little bit.
Although I know that this kind of thinking is offensive and disrespectful, as long as I think of the scene of the little emperor crying and begging for mercy under him, and clinging to him moaning and panting, I feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in my heart. No one else can own the supreme emperor except him.
Zhao Ze didn't think about food and tea all afternoon, and at night he dreamed of the little emperor, charming and lingering.
In the early court, when he was standing in the front row of the main hall, when he peeked out of the corner of his eye at the majestic little emperor, he couldn't help imagining the scene of pressing him on the dragon chair and kneading him wantonly, almost bleeding his nose in public.
"Zhao Qing, what do you think?"
The little emperor suddenly looked at him inquiringly, Zhao Ze's mind went blank, he didn't know what he was discussing at all, he could only go forward with his wat, opened his eyes and turned back blindly: "Your Majesty's words are very true, I think so."
The corner of Xiang Han's mouth twitched slightly, guessing that he must have been distracted just now, he waved his hand directly and said: "If that's the case, then do as Luo Qing said."
Luo Bai? Zhao Ze frowned, knowing that he was discussing the promotion of crops again. He actually disapproved of the little emperor's actions, he was too impatient, but he didn't say anything in the court.
After the court was over, he said to the little emperor: "Your Majesty, promotion is a good thing, but it needs to be done step by step. If you push it rashly, it may cause the people to retaliate."
"What do you mean?" Xiang Han stopped.
Zhao Ze followed up and explained: "Jiangnan is rich, and I am used to eating refined rice and fine grains. I am afraid that it will be difficult to accept the crops recovered by Mr. Luo, and it will be very difficult to promote them."
"Well, what Qing said is also reasonable, but they will always plant it if they are extremely hungry."
The meaning of these words was somewhat unclear, Zhao Ze couldn't help frowning, but seeing that he had made up his mind, he could only sigh, thinking about how to help the little emperor reduce the resistance.
Luo Bai took the order and went to work without stopping. Not being able to eat the dishes he made, Xiang Han felt melancholy again, and at the same time couldn't help thinking, Xiaobai has already taken his mouth, what will happen in the next world
Zhao Ze picked up the jug, seeing that the little emperor was not in the mood, he quietly wiped the medicine powder from his fingertips on the spout, and poured a cup for him.
Seeing the wine, Xiang Han immediately regained his senses, thinking to himself, he almost forgot today's important event.
He hurriedly picked up the wine glass and drank it down, then picked up the jug in his hand, poured a glass for Zhao Ze himself, twisted the lid of the pot slightly, and poured himself another glass. False invitation to drink.
Seeing his little movements, Zhao Ze couldn't help being a bit more cautious. When drinking, he covered it with his sleeve, and then secretly poured out the wine.
Xiang Han sneaked a glance at him from the corner of his eye, thinking with some complacency that he specially used the magic weapon of Gongdou, the Jiuqu Yuanyang Pot, so it must be safe this time.
Seeing that Zhao Ze had finished drinking, he poured another glass for him with a smile. However, after a while, Zhao Ze fell before he fell.
Zhao Ze's palms were sweaty. Seeing the little emperor lying down, he breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to support him, and said softly, "Your Majesty, I will help you go back to rest?"
"Hmm..." Xiang Han snorted softly, thinking dizzily, why does he feel a little hot
Zhao Ze picked him up nervously, and after entering the bedroom, he waved back the servants, and then carefully placed him on the dragon bed, supporting his arms and pressing down on him.
Xiang Han opened his eyes in a daze, saw him pressing on top of him, and was instantly sober, but when he raised his hand, he found that his limbs were weak, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat
How could it be his traditional Chinese medicine? Could it be that he remembered wrongly and poured the one with the medicine to himself, and the one without the medicine to Zhao Ze? Or did they get mixed up later
He suddenly became nervous, and stammered: "Zhao, Zhao Qing, calm down, this is a crime, do you know?"
Zhao Ze looked at him with lingering eyes, and said in a warm voice: "Your Majesty, are you hot or not, I think it's very hot."
"Zhen, I'm not hot..." No wonder, now his whole body is hot, and it feels like an electric current is flowing in his body, with waves of itching.
Zhao Ze raised his head and caressed his face, and said softly, "I think you are very hot, you are sweating."
Xiang Han rubbed against his palm subconsciously, like a small animal, but soon regained consciousness, tried to stay vigilant, and reluctantly said: "Zhao Qing, I, I seem to be sick, you, you go and call the imperial doctor for me..."
Because he had to suppress the moan, he almost squeezed out the words behind his teeth.
"You don't need to call the imperial doctor, your majesty's illness can be cured by me."
Zhao Ze's voice was hoarse, and he stopped suppressing his desire after speaking. His palm slid down his cheeks, rubbed the back of his neck for a while, and then moved down inch by inch.
Xiang Han couldn't help panting, his thin chin lifted slightly, exposing his slender neck, and his Adam's apple slid and trembled.
Zhao Ze's eyes were gloomy, and he leaned over to hold it, causing the other party to tremble and groan again. The clothes of the two were quickly messed up, and the exquisitely embroidered dragon robes were completely crumpled, barely hanging on them, half covered.
Zhao Ze made enough preparations, and the sweat of Ren's sweat continued to drop, until Xiang Han was also addicted to it and no longer resisted, so he stepped forward.
Xiang Han gasped involuntarily, woke up instantly, opened his eyelids that were stuck with sweat, and tried to raise his hand to push back, but in the end he could only powerlessly rest on the opponent's shoulder, helplessly enduring the storm-like attack.