Because of the medicine, Xiang Han was weak and unable to resist. Later, when the effect of the medicine faded, Zhao Ze was so exhausted that he didn't even want to move his fingers.
He reluctantly mentioned the majesty of the emperor, wanting to reprimand the other party. But after the voice escaped, it was broken, a little soft, but rather coquettish.
Zhao Ze kissed him cautiously, with piety and respect, but his movements were not slow at all.
Xiang Han scratched him bitterly, and was soon submerged by the tide again, feeling drowsy for a while.
During the period, it seemed that someone was reporting outside the palace, vaguely saying what was wrong with Prince Liang's mansion, but he was too sleepy, and fell asleep again without hearing clearly.
Waking up again, Xiang Han stared at the top of the bed in a daze, with a look of lovelessness on his face.
Three worlds, why is it always him who is suppressed? It’s not that it’s so bad to be down here, in my conscience, except for always being rejected when called to stop, most of the time...it’s quite comfortable.
But people are like this, the more they can't get, the more they want. He just wants to know what it feels like to be on the top, and his heart is itching to think about it, even once, why can't it always be realized
What's even more embarrassing is that this time he cheated himself.
Xiang Han was depressed for a while, and wanted to get up to study the Jiuqu Mandarin Duck Pot, but he didn't know how to do it, and poured the medicine in it to himself.
Then as soon as he got up, he fell back on the bed with a hiss. His waist was sore, as if it was about to break, and it was indescribable somewhere.
Zhao Ze had been kneeling outside the dragon bed, and when he heard the movement, he leaned over with an anxious expression: "Your Majesty, you're awake, what's wrong with you? Do you want something? I will help you get it."
Xiang Han got angry when he saw him, tried to raise his hand, pointed at him tremblingly, and said with grief and indignation: "You bully the king, violate the king's order, rebellious... rebellious minister!"
Zhao Ze ignored the accusation, stepped forward to hold the dragon claw, kissed it on the fingertips, and said in an intimate tone, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? I can help you squeeze it."
Xiang Han turned his face away, and said angrily, "I don't want you, call Doctor Deng."
Zhao Zewei said: "Your Majesty, forgive me, it's not good for Imperial Physician Deng to see you..."
Xiang Han raised his dragon claws, and seeing bruises on his fingers and wrists, he immediately became angry. He wanted to kick the opponent hard, but as soon as he lifted his leg, his waist felt sore again, so he had to give up and reluctantly accepted, "Forget it, come and help me massage my waist."
After speaking, he turned over with great effort, a burst of soreness hit him, and he took a few breaths of cold air immediately.
When Zhao Ze heard this, his hands trembled with excitement. Not only did His Majesty not punish him, but he also allowed him to get close...
He hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed, with his hands pressed against his slightly thin waist nervously through the fabric. Sensing the body trembling under the palm, he couldn't help trembling slightly. After taking a deep breath, he began to gently squeeze.
Xiang Han was overworked, and when he gently pressed her, he immediately felt sour. Although he gritted his teeth, he couldn't help but let out a muffled hum, which made Zhao Ze feel distracted again.
Xiang Han lay on his stomach for a while, suddenly remembered that it was not morning yet, so he sat up in a hurry, and immediately said 'Ouch', leaning on his waist and asking, "What time is it?"
"It's almost noon." Zhao Ze hurriedly helped him to lie down, and said calmly, "I ask Director Li to inform the ministers that your dragon body is not feeling well, so it won't be a day."
Only then did Xiang Han heave a sigh of relief, and after lying down, he glared at him again and said, "Qing Zhao, you have committed a crime by falsely preaching an imperial decree and offending the majesty of the emperor?"
"Your Majesty is guilty, please punish me." Zhao Ze admitted honestly.
Xiang Han was heartbroken for a while, beating or scolding, and finally waved his hand and said, "I will punish you to stay below in the future."
When Zhao Ze heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he said excitedly, "I take orders."
Xiang Han: "..." Suddenly, I had a bad feeling.
"I'm not talking about navel oranges." He emphasized weakly.
Zhao Ze's eyes lit up again, and Xiang Han felt more frustrated, so he simply waved his hand to let him go out, but in the middle of waving, he remembered something, and hurriedly stopped asking: "By the way, I seem to have heard what happened to Prince Liang's Mansion last night?"
Zhao Ze hurriedly knelt down and replied honestly: "The Prince Liang's mansion was flooded last night, and it is rumored that the King Liang was buried in a sea of flames. I saw that His Majesty was too sleepy last night, so I didn't bother..."
Xiang Han frowned and interrupted directly: "Is he really dead?"
Zhao Ze immediately pleaded guilty and said: "It was my negligence, and the escape should have been arranged on purpose. Liang Wang escaped in the chaos last night, but he should have not left the city yet. I have ordered the imperial army to conduct a secret search."
"Escaped?" Xiang Han thought for a moment, but said, "Don't make too much noise, it's fine if you can't catch him. He should go to the northwest. If he can escape, the monk can't escape the temple. After all, it's still in our plan."
In the past few years, Xiang Han has replaced nearly half of the people who placed Liang Wang in the Northwest Army, so that the other party can only rely on Wang Jun. In addition, through a few cases, he also pulled out a lot of hidden guards he trained.
King Liang's life has not been easy recently, he probably couldn't bear it anymore, so he took the risk and planned to risk his life.
Xiang Han felt that this was good, since King Liang wanted to oppose him in the first place. The task collapsed, so he just followed the plot honestly. Anyway, the Northwest Army listened to him now, so he didn't believe that King Liang could really turn against him.
Zhao Ze guessed his plan, and couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Your Majesty wants to lure the snake out of the hole, but the risk is a bit high. Although the Northwest Army is under control, in case someone from other states responds..."
"Isn't there still Zhao Qing?" Xiang Han looked at him, and said with a half-smile: "Now all the armies in the southwest are obeying your orders, and I entrust all my wealth and life to you."
Zhao Ze's heart surged, he quickly lowered his head and said, "I dare not."
"Why don't you dare?" Xiang Han stood up with his waist supported, and said coolly: "I have done all the things that falsely spread the will and disturbed the hearing of the saints, let alone... what can I do with you?"
Xiang Han knew that Zhao Ze would not have a different intention, but thinking of his old waist, he still wanted to scare him.
Zhao Ze broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I was indeed reckless yesterday, but I have absolutely no dissent. I am willing to hand over the military amulet and let Your Majesty do what I want."
"Yeah." Xiang Han nodded in satisfaction, put on the dragon robe and leather belt, and said softly, "Go back and reflect on it."
After taking two steps, he turned around and added meaningfully: "Reflect on what you did wrong last night?"
Zhao Ze thought about it carefully, he did the matter of the medicine powder extremely covertly, it is impossible for His Majesty to know, so it can only be...offending the dragon body.
So His Majesty is still angry about this? Zhao Ze breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved. He got up and followed him and said, "Where is Your Majesty going? I will help you."
Xiang Han shook his hand and gave him a sideways glance. Zhao Ze persuaded, "I'll think about it later. Your majesty's dragon body is not feeling well. Let me support you."
Who is to blame? The corners of Xiang Han's mouth twitched slightly, but after walking two steps, his waist was sore and his legs were weak, and he was a little unsteady, so he reluctantly responded, "Well, go to Liang Wangfu."
The fire in Prince Liang's Mansion was a bit serious, not to mention that the big house was in ruins, and it almost burned to the old prime minister's house next door.
Xiang Han couldn't help lighting the wax for the old prime minister. After getting off the imperial chariot, his legs softened for a moment, and he was a little unsteady. Zhao Ze rushed forward to support him, but was pushed away without a trace.
Looking at the devastation everywhere, Xiang Han couldn't help but feel "sorrow coming from it", trying to squeeze out a few tears, choked up with difficulty: "Emperor, brother, I have already planned to release you from the confinement, why, why..."
Seeing that his face was pale, his body was trembling, and he couldn't even stand firmly, the accompanying ministers couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing, His Majesty is so merciful.
Although King Liang once assassinated His Majesty, His Majesty was still mourned and seriously ill when he heard the news of his death last night. When I woke up today, I didn’t even care about the dragon’s body, and came to express my condolences...
Alas, look at Your Majesty, he is so ill that he can't stand still, his voice is even hoarse, and he is almost unable to cry.
The old ministers were heartbroken, and they all stepped forward to persuade: "Your Majesty, you must take care of the dragon body..."
Xiang Han's illness was really serious, he couldn't hold on after standing for a while, passed out, and was carried back by Zhao Ze.
Back in the palace, he quietly opened his eyes, touched his stomach and said, "I'm hungry, hurry up and announce Xiaobai back." Now he really wants to drink the porridge made by the other party.
Zhao Ze's eyes flickered slightly, and he bowed and asked, "What would Your Majesty want to eat? I ordered the imperial chef to do it."
Xiang Han glanced at him and asked, "Didn't you go back and think about it?"
Zhao Ze said patiently, "I'll go back later."
Xiang Han thought about it, anyway, he didn't want to move today, so he threw all the notes to Zhao Ze for approval.
Later, Zhao Ze said again: "Your Majesty, the palace gate has been locked, can I stay in the palace?"
Xiang Han just squinted for a while, but when he opened his eyes, it was already dark, and his expression was a little dazed.
Zhao Ze whispered again: "Your Majesty, I'm here to help you with the medicine."
"Use, take the medicine?" Xiang Han suddenly woke up.
Zhao Ze nodded, his expression full of anticipation: "Finish the medicine... hurry up."
Xiang Han's face darkened immediately, he gritted his teeth and said, "Bring the medicine."
Zhao Ze handed it in 'reluctantly', and was driven by Xiang Han to the room where the courtier should stay.
However, not long after, Xiang Han called him over again, gritted his teeth and said, "Come here and help me with the medicine."
After speaking, he instructed: "Don't aim your eyes randomly, and don't touch your hands randomly."
"Yes." Zhao Ze stepped forward with a suppressed smile. He deliberately diluted the ointment, so it was difficult to apply the medicine by himself. What's more, the little emperor's back was sore and his arms hurt, so it was even more difficult.
The process of applying the medicine was quite charming, if it wasn't for the ruthless demands last night, and it was the first time for the little emperor, it would be difficult for Zhao Ze to guarantee that he could hold it.
After taking the medicine, the breath of both of them was a little messy.
Xiang Han blushed, looked away from Zhao Ze with evasive eyes, pursed his lips and said, "There is nothing important recently, but you stayed in the palace for two consecutive days, I'm afraid it will cause criticism from the courtiers, you can't do this again tomorrow."
Zhao Ze sighed, gently wrapped him in his arms, and kissed his temples: "Your Majesty, after Haiyan River clears up, you may wish to be with me..."
He didn't continue to speak the following words, but only vaguely kissed Xiang Han's ear.
Xiang Han's earlobe felt a little itchy, so he flinched and avoided it.
After a long time, just when Zhao Ze thought he would not get a response, he suddenly said: "At least one heir must be adopted from the clan first, and only after he can inherit the throne."
Zhao Ze's body trembled slightly, ecstasy flashed across his eyes, and he asked in disbelief, "Your Majesty... is this a response?"
Xiang Han pushed him away annoyed, and snorted, "That's your own understanding, go back to the place where the subject should live."
Zhao Ze was overjoyed, and quickly took him into his arms again, kissed him closely, and said in a vague voice, "Your Majesty is seriously ill, so I should treat him as a sick servant."
After finishing speaking, he directly pressed the little emperor to lie down and waited on the dragon bed.
Xiang Han kicked a few times but didn't move, but his back was sore from exhaustion, so he had to give up.
Since then, Zhao Ze has been 'being' left by the little emperor to discuss government affairs from time to time, and every time the discussion lasts until midnight, he has to stay in the palace.
Physician Deng was the first to know about the two, because Zhao Ze was tossing too hard once, which caused the little emperor to have a fever the next day, so he had to send him over.
Poor imperial doctor Deng was so young, after being beaten by the little emperor, he almost fainted from fright. After finally getting the pulse, Zhao Ze returned to the imperial medical office tremblingly. Zhao Ze followed him with a dark face, first warned him, and then asked him to prepare some lubricating and maintenance medicines.
Physician Deng almost vomited blood. After this incident, he still can't guess who His Majesty gave the medicine to? Be worthy, offend His Majesty, unworthy, offend Master Zhao.
Physician Deng struggled for a while, and finally decided, it's better to match. For this reason, he is also thinking about His Majesty's dragon body, and secondly... if he offends His Majesty, Mr. Zhao stands in the way, but if he offends Mr. Zhao, when the wind blows Mr. Zhao's pillow, His Majesty can still remember who Doctor Deng is.
After Zhao Ze got the medicine, he became even more annoying, and he was full of tricks. Once when reviewing papers, he couldn't help throwing Xiang Han down on the imperial case, and was so angry that Xiang Han ignored him for half a month.
Zhao Ze knew he was in the wrong, so he took advantage of this time to deal with his lifelong affairs. I don't know what he said to Zhao's mother. After hearing this, Zhao's mother cried for a while, but she didn't force him again.
After Xiang Han knew about it, he couldn't help calling him into the palace again, and asked, "What did you say?" He was also pushed hard by the ministers recently, so he had to find a reason to shirk.
Zhao Ze blinked and said, "I told my mother that I was injured when I was in the southwest, and I don't want to delay the girl."
Xiang Han leaned against him with the booklet: "Then come to delay me?"
Zhao Ze hadn't seen him alone for half a month, so he couldn't help getting closer, and said in a low voice: "Is your majesty not sure if I'm injured or not?"
The warm air blew into the ears, bringing a tingling itching. Xiang Han hurriedly turned to avoid it, and snorted, "I wish you had been injured."
Zhao Ze smiled without saying a word, just hugged him into his arms and kneaded him.
After a few days, there were more and more papers to write to Han Li, and even Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but enter the palace, and persuaded earnestly: "Your Majesty, heirs are related to the country. It's time to think more about Jiangshan Sheji. If it doesn't work, you can... take medicine."
Xiang Han was shocked by the old master's words. Is this still the old pedant who always has a straight face and is serious about everything
It seemed that the courtiers were really in a hurry, so Xiang Han also put on a bitter face, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Teacher, it's not that I don't want to, but... oh, that's all, Imperial Physician Xuan Deng is here."
After Imperial Physician Deng came, he repeated what Xiang Han had taught him not long ago with trepidation: "Your Majesty is physically weak, taking medicine may hurt your body, shorten your lifespan, and your offspring will be difficult. If you are lucky enough to have a little prince, maybe, maybe..."
"Maybe what?" Seeing him hesitating, the old master was a little anxious.
"It may not be healthy, and it is easy to die early." Doctor Deng almost gritted his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat. He had never heard of any emperor who would curse himself like this.
The old lady let out an 'ah', and looked at Xiang Han in astonishment. Seeing that the other party turned away in embarrassment, she couldn't say anything, and finally left in embarrassment.
After that, no matter who came to persuade him, the old matriarch would avoid seeing him, and only occasionally asked Zhao Ze to help pass some great supplements to the little emperor.
After Xiang Han received it, he was really moved and ashamed.
It didn't take long before the courtiers found out about Xiang Han's difficult situation, and the number of papers dropped sharply, and no one in the court raised the matter of succession. Your Majesty can't even give birth, and after being promoted, isn't this adding salt to the wound
Xiang Han was very satisfied with this situation, and when he saw that the timing was almost the same, he finally announced: "For the sake of the country, I have decided to adopt the heir from the clan and make him the crown prince."
As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Ze didn't need to take the lead, all the officials knelt down and shouted: "Your Majesty is holy."
Xiang Han doesn't have to worry about the rest of the matter, Zhao Ze is more worried than him, he is so busy all day that he can't see him.
Three months later, considering various factors and after numerous assessments, Zhao Ze and several important ministers finally helped Xiang Han choose a good successor, Song Ruijun, the grandson of King Duan.
King Duan was the first emperor's cousin, not too far away in blood. The grandson is only four or five years old. It is said that he is good-natured, smart and good at teaching.
In fact, Zhao Ze wanted to pick someone who was older, so that Xiang Han could take off his heavy responsibilities as soon as possible, so that he could tour the mountains and rivers with him. But considering that he is older and has a deep relationship with his biological parents, what if he is not filial to Xiang Han in the future? So after struggling again and again, he chose Song Ruijun.
After Song Ruijun entered the palace, Xiang Han became interested in raising children again. Although they were raised in the previous world, they were too old and not soft and cute at all.
Look at the little grandson of the family, no, it's the little prince, Bai Nen is well-behaved and obedient, unlike Zhou Yueze, all kinds of awkward and rebellious.
Seeing that Xiang Han cared so much about the little prince, Zhao Ze felt uncomfortable again.
When Song Ruijun first entered the palace, because he recognized his newborn, he shed tears all day long without saying a word, which made Xiang Han feel distressed, so he hugged him when he slept.
Although Zhao Ze had resentment, he could still bear it, thinking that it would be fine when he got used to life in the palace.
But I didn't expect that this little guy was too familiar with him. From then on, he recognized Xiang Han and followed him wherever he went. Xiang Han had no choice but to take it with him when he ate, slept, and commented, even when he was about to go to court.
Zhao Ze held back for several months, becoming more and more dissatisfied with his desires. Finally, taking advantage of the little prince's illness, he pestered Xiang Han to satisfy him. Then he began to blow the pillow wind and tried his best to persuade him: "Drowning is like harming a child, not to mention that the prince is a king. Ben, if he is pampered like this, he may not be able to become a great weapon in the future. If Your Majesty can't bear to treat him harshly, why not hand him over to his ministers to teach him."
Xiang Han was about to fall asleep at first, but his ears felt itchy after being blown by him, he couldn't help rubbing, closed his eyes and hummed: "Rui Jun is still young, don't be in a hurry."
Still young? Zhao Ze gritted his teeth, and sucked his ears while blowing air: "Your Majesty, the prince is not young. At his age, I can already memorize the Four Books and write essays."
"Uh..." Xiang Han's half body was numb from being sucked, and he said vaguely, "He's still sick, wait, wait until he recovers, and then... well."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ze kissed his lips, and then raged.
Satisfied again, Zhao Ze hugged him intimately, moved to his lips and kissed again and again, staring at the cold air.
After the little prince recovered from his illness, he was very sad to find that his status in the palace had changed. He had to get up early and return late every day, recite calligraphy, and was beaten on the palm by the black-faced Taifu Zhao.
What's more, Taifu Zhao not only occupied the emperor's father all day long, but also robbed him of his position on the dragon bed. The little prince gritted his teeth secretly, thinking that sooner or later, he would drive Taifu Zhao out of the palace, so that his father could be with him again.
A few months later, Luo Bai returned to the palace with several baskets of sweet potatoes and potatoes.
Xiang Han looked excited, and hurriedly ordered: "Quickly, first fry me some French fries, potato chips, stir-fry shredded potatoes, make shredded sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, sweet potato chips..."
Luo Bai said with a smile: "I take orders, Your Majesty, please wait a moment."
Zhao Ze's face darkened, he tugged at Xiang Han, and said, "Your Majesty, you just had your meal."
"Ahem, that... Ruijun has been studying too hard recently, so I did it for him." Xiang Han looked innocent.
After the successful trial planting of crops in Huangzhuang, Xiang Han immediately requested to promote them across the country.
But just as Zhao Ze worried, poverty-stricken areas are fine, but rich lands do not want to plant at all.
Xiang Han didn't force it either. After all, in a land of fish and rice, it's better to produce more rice.
But as soon as the spring begins next year, the rain will be much less than in previous years, and it will be dry for several months before summer. Disaster reports soon came from all over the country. Many fields were cracked and cracked, and seedlings died.
At the request of the courtiers, Xiang Han prayed for rain several times. After the summer, it rained heavily, and the river broke through, flooding the fields in several states.
Although Xiang Han has paid more attention to water conservancy over the years, he still failed to stop the torrent of the plot.
"Alas." Xiang Han sat beside the imperial case, and he didn't know how many times he sighed.
Zhao Ze felt distressed for a while, and pleaded again: "Your Majesty, let me go to Jiangnan."
Xiang Han shook his head, anyone can go for disaster relief, except Zhao Ze. After the flood, there will be a plague. The level of medical care in this world is too low. What if...
Xiang Han was reluctant, pursed his lips and said, "Northwest is not stable recently, Zhao Qing should stay in Chang'an and help me shake it."
After the flood, the relief food that had been hoarded for several years was quickly sent to various places, and the Imperial Medical Office also brought medicinal materials to treat the plague.
When the situation was about to stabilize, an urgent military report came from the northwest, and the king of Liang rebelled.
Hearing the news, Xiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally arrived.
However, why is the banner still "killing traitors and sycophants, on the side of the Qing emperor"