The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 108 The Master of Ceremonies (2)
Whether she can't be a husband and wife, a lover, or a senior brother and sister, maybe it's all her fault, she is not good enough, she let him down.But in the past, Han Ye was so gentle and magnanimous to a stranger, why did she only refuse to let her relatives go?
When they were in love, she mentioned He to him countless times, and when He returned to Beijing to report on his duties, he also helped her make a tall snowman out of ice and snow without any distaste. Instead, he has held her in his hands for so long and doted on her for so long, what reason is there for him to hate her so much now?
That bloody revenge?
Or is it the aggressiveness of the civil and military front of the Manchu Dynasty?
Why do people who love each other end up in this situation, even strangers can't do it?Han Ye seemed to have such words branded on his body - Jing Xiaobai, don't get close.

The more she cried, the more she choked up, the healed wound on her left wrist was in severe pain, Mo Wen hugged her even tighter, her wide palm stroked her soft long hair from top to bottom, and when she lowered her head slightly, her warm lips softened. printed on her forehead.

The front of her chest was completely soaked, but her tears still didn't stop, Mo Wen sighed, no woman had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, let alone wet his clothes by crying.But the position of his heart was slightly raised at this moment, and he almost blurted out——

"Don't cry. If you want a long time, I will give you a long time. Although I have never seen a long time, maybe I can give it a try. Just... don't cry anymore."

However, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, and after he reacted, he realized that the promise that he almost said was completely without thinking, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is very short, and it goes by in the blink of an eye. In fact, it is gradually getting hotter in early April. You may not feel it when you sleep alone, but when you two are stuck together, the temperature will quickly heat up under the thin quilt.Bailijing was immersed in overwhelming emotions and couldn't extricate herself, so naturally she didn't pay attention, and only asked Mo Wen bitterly.Since the last time he hugged her in the bath and masturbated himself, now just holding her hand will make him desire, let alone hugging her so intimately like this moment?

Does a sick man have desires?
Mo Wen suddenly thought of this question.

some.

Even a eunuch with a mutilated body will still have lust when he sees a woman in his prime. Maybe a sick man is more eager to vent because of his weakness and being teased by others. emotion.

Resisting the eagerness to move, Mo Wen took a deep breath, then lowered his head, only to find that the woman in his arms had fallen asleep, her hands were half loosely clutching the clothes on his chest, and there were still tears on her cheeks tumble.

He actually compared himself with the eunuch?Just to prove that he can vent his surging emotions?

Mo Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he lay down first, and then moved the face of the person in his arms from the drenched right chest to the clean left chest, close to the place where the heart beat.This was the first time that he didn't need to play acupuncture tricks, yet she took the initiative to sleep in his arms.He didn't know whether his heart was pressed a little tight by her face, or his heart was really full, but he felt that this feeling was particularly unique.

Holding her face with one hand, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, Mo Wen lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Fool, there are so many men in the world, he doesn't want you, why do you still care about him so much?Just throw it away, what is there to remember?
The wind in the second half of the night gently blew through the bed curtain, Bailijing was half asleep and half awake, feeling the cool wetness on her lips and the silent tenderness of the people around her.Her limbs are strong, and she can deal with a group of men like iron walls with her bare hands, but her heart disease is too severe, she dare not run tirelessly after anyone regardless of face, dare not love anyone recklessly and recklessly——

When the world of sound is full of harshness, resentment or well-meaning worries, this silent tenderness is like a tiny needle, piercing quietly through her riddled heart, one inch deep every day.

On April [-]th, according to the usual practice, it is the Chang Dynasty.

After the imperial examinations came the martial arts examinations. During the last dynasty, the minister of the Ministry of War reported the matter of the military examinations to Emperor Jing Yuan, introduced the strengths of the candidates in each province, and the qualifications of the princes of the courtiers in Beijing and China. Finally, Emperor Jing Yuan was invited to attend the four exams. Cuju competition on the fifteenth day of the lunar month.

Although Situ He's injury has not fully recovered, he can walk without hindrance, so Chang Chao is also among the hundred officials, because he has been demoted three ranks in a row, and today he is wearing the court uniform of a regular fourth-rank general.After listening to the introduction of the Cuju competition by the minister of the Ministry of War, his lowered phoenix eyes flickered slightly.

However, today's Chang Chao is different from last time, and there is another very unfamiliar face. He is obviously not used to wearing the black gauze hat, and he is not used to the well-regulated court clothes. He has been adjusting the hat and clothes in the hall, and finally This aroused Emperor Jing Yuan's dissatisfaction, he looked over like a torch, and asked, "Li Shu, I haven't spoken yet, what do you have to say?"

Li Shu suddenly heard his name, hurriedly stepped out of the civil and military officials, knelt on the ground, hesitantly said: "I...I have nothing to say."

All the officials in the court hall looked back at him and whispered to each other. Uncle Li Guo hurriedly bowed and explained to Emperor Jing Yuan: "Your Majesty, it's the first time for a sinner to go to court, and it is inevitable to be nervous when facing the holy face. Your Majesty, please make amends."

Emperor Jingyuan listened, nodded tolerantly, and smiled: "So that's the case. After all, he is a young man." Then he said to the civil and military officials: "I have observed that the son of Uncle Li Guo has the ability to teach bells and drums, such a talent cannot be buried. After thinking about it for a few days, I decided to merge the Jiaofang Division and the Bell and Drum Division into the 'Chief of Ceremonies', with Li Shu as the division chief, and he will take office from now on."

Uncle Li Guo's short and fat body bowed immediately: "Thank you, my emperor, for your kindness."

Whether Li Shuzai is singing on stage or playing tricks off stage, his kung fu is first-class, but he can't go to the court alone. Now that he sees such a majestic formation, he has long lost any interest in talking, and his actions He was also timid and uncomfortable, and he kowtowed to thank Uncle Li Guo when he reminded him.

Then he returned to his seat, heaved a sigh of relief, secretly raised his eyes to look at Emperor Jing Yuan who was sitting on the throne, but met Eunuch Gao with a slightly strange look, Li Shu couldn't figure it out, just wondering, just Seeing an old minister come out, he said, "My minister, Yang Hong, has something to say."

Yang Hong, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, is a veteran in the court and quite prestigious. His son Yang Feng is the commander of the imperial army, who is dedicated to guarding the safety of the imperial city and His Majesty.The Ministry of Officials is the head of the six departments of the imperial court, and the Minister of the Ministry of Officials is naturally the most important, and it is not something that anyone can afford.

Emperor Jing Yuan was naturally happy when there was an intro, and said with a smile, "Master Yang, please tell me."

Yang Hong is upright and upright. Although he and Marshal Situ ignored each other, he looked down on the Li family even more. He said bluntly: "Rituals and music are harmful to the country. During the first emperor's time, the Jiaofang Division and the Bell and Drum Division were only able to worship the heavens and ancestors." It comes in handy, but now His Majesty has merged the two divisions of the Bell and Drum Teaching Workshop, which is to promote the music of bells and drums. I am afraid that not only among the courtiers, but also among the people, it will be very detrimental to the eternal state of our Daxing country. I implore Your Majesty to take back the order and control the rituals, music and actors in the palace."

(End of this chapter)