The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 89 The Beauty in the Painting
"Yes."

Mo Yu walked a long way under the leadership of the guiding eunuch, and looked back at the high place "Tao Ran Pavilion". The sun was rising from the east, shining on the empress's bright yellow uniform, but it was a pity that he was sitting opposite It's not Princess Jing, otherwise, tasting the cakes and laughing at Yanyan would be considered family happiness, right?
"Master Zhuangyuan?" Seeing him stop, the leading eunuch called carefully.

"Yes." Mo Yu smiled at him, and followed him.The clean and clear eyes of the young man have not yet been stained with the impurities of the court. Although he has infinite admiration for the emperor, at this moment, there is more envy in his heart. He envies that the poisonous woman can accept her parents' knees and has never been cold-eyed. and misery.

After Mo Yu left, "Taoranting" was silent.

The plates on the stone table were removed, leaving only two teacups, and the court lady then offered new tea to Emperor Jing Yuan. Emperor Jing Yuan took a sip and praised: "This tea is sweet and sweet, and it is the first time I have tea in Longjing tea this year. Taste."

Empress Situ laughed: "Your Majesty is busy with state affairs, so he has no time to taste this new tea. The concubine is an idler, but enjoys the pleasure before Your Majesty. It is really a sin. The concubine will not dare to drink this tea in the future."

It was just chatting at first, but the queen's lukewarm self-mockery was elicited. Emperor Jing Yuan immediately lost interest in drinking tea, and threw the teacup heavily on the stone table with a very embarrassed face. The bottom of the cup touched the stone table, and the lid of the cup There were two different crisp sounds when it touched the rim of the cup, and the maids and eunuchs serving at the side all lowered their heads knowingly.

However, Emperor Jing Yuan didn't get angry, he just stared at Empress Situ with sharp eyes and said: "Situ Shan, if you don't get angry with me every day, you will feel uncomfortable every day, right?"

He called Empress Situ by her boudoir name, and the heads of the court ladies and eunuchs dropped a few inches.

Empress Situ got up and left, her steps were calm and her words were calm: "The concubine dare not. The concubine resigns."

Gao Xian, the head of the eunuchs, stood aside, his face remained unmoved, as if he had never heard anything, and it seemed that this kind of scene was very common. He didn't need to speak out to resolve the dispute between the emperor and empress, he just waved his hand to make all the eunuchs and maids retreat , and he himself walked slowly down the stone steps.

Sure enough, Emperor Jing Yuan got up and grabbed Empress Situ's arm, pulled it back with a little force, and said angrily: "Situ Shan, sometimes I really want to tear you apart!"

Empress Situ is a martial arts practitioner, but she didn't resist at all when she was held hostage. She fell into Emperor Jing Yuan's arms and looked as usual, but raised her eyelids, and used her sharp phoenix eyes to look at Emperor Jing Yuan's angry eyes: "If If His Majesty is willing, you can try it."

Seeing that her tone was still so contemptuous, the anger in Emperor Jing Yuan's eyes burned even more intensely, he gritted his teeth and said, "You will be my wife, no, yes?"

He bit the word "reluctantly" very hard.

Empress Situ smiled: "How could it be? Your Majesty is wise and powerful, and his achievements have lasted through the ages. What is there to be reluctant?"

After hearing this, Emperor Jing Yuan pushed her away from his arms, the anger in his eyes turned into a violent heaving of his chest, and he changed the subject when he spoke again: "Tomorrow's Buddha Bathing Festival, please be honest, don't let me see you again You look so indifferent!"

Empress Situ was pushed against the big red pillar in the pavilion, she turned sideways and smiled at Emperor Jing Yuan, her expression still neither angry nor happy: "The concubine obeys the order."

Emperor Jing Yuan was already trembling with anger, he didn't want to look at her any more, he flicked his sleeves, and walked down the steps quickly.

"Your Majesty, be careful." Gao Xian's voice came from below as the protruding boulder blocked the descending steps.

The most difficult thing to deal with in the world is a locked heart. If you get angry a thousand times, pretend to be a clown to coax her, and try your best to frighten her, she will remain indifferent.

When Han Ye came out of Bibo Pavilion, it was already dark. He was alone, without any attendant, and was about to take a small path back to his residence. Just as he turned around the "Drunken Alley" in front of Bibo Pavilion, a group of men in black rushed out and surrounded him. live.

The leading man in black shouted: "Hand over the key to the underground palace!"

There are many guests in Bibo Pavilion, no matter they come to drink and meet guests, or come to find girls and young ladies, if they are drunk and disturb the interest of other guests, and they have no intention of leaving, these drunks will generally be thrown into the In the alley across the street, when they wake up and find their way back home, or their family members have been waiting for a long time, they will come to the alley to look for them.Gradually, it has become a practice, and over time, this deep alley is called "Drunk Alley".

Shengjing has a very strong atmosphere of worshiping Buddha. No matter how rich or poor, rich or poor, at least one Buddha statue should be kept in the house.Now that the night is getting dark, every household has closed their doors early to prepare for the Buddha Bathing Festival tomorrow. Even those playboys who love to play on weekdays don't stay outside much today.

Therefore, just now, Han Ye walked through Drunken Alley, and did not meet a drunk man, nor did he meet ordinary people passing through the alley, so he was alone.

There were more than a dozen men in black, holding identical long knives, and surrounded Han Ye in the narrow alley. There were ambushes even on the wall, and they made it clear that they wanted to capture him.Han Ye has always acted in a low-key manner, even if he travels, he will not be accompanied by an attendant. With such a big crisis in front of him, his expression is still without a trace of panic, as if he can't see the fierce eyes and cold sword light of the man in black.

"Are you deaf? Prince Jinyang, hand over the key to the underground palace, and I will let you live!" Seeing that he did not answer, the man in black yelled again. How courageous he is, with such a precise and seamless interception, even if he grows wings, he can't fly out!
Han Ye stared straight ahead calmly with starry eyes as deep as the sea, raised his brows slightly, and said, "I've never heard of an underground palace before. I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person. Please step aside."

He is so polite, his tone is not warm, his voice is smooth and unwavering.

"Stop pretending! If you don't hand over the key to the underground palace, this is where you will be buried!" The man in black raised his voice a little, faintly impatient.

Han Ye glanced around at the men in black with knives, and said without any ups and downs: "If there is really no discussion, then..."

Before he finished speaking, his white clothes flashed like a ghost, but in the blink of an eye, everyone fell to the ground except for the man in black who spoke just now.

The only living man in black backed away in horror, but Han Ye didn't make a move. A deep wound was drawn everywhere. He was wearing a beautiful white robe, and the bright red blood was stained on the white robe, which looked extremely glaring.

Han Ye locked the road ahead, leaving only the passage to the exit of Drunken Alley for the black man. As expected, the man in black fled with a knife, but was captured by the guards of the city patrolling the city.

The Jingwei soldiers followed the blood trail and chased after them. It was neither too early nor too late. They saw Han Ye sitting at the base of the wall, clutching the wound on his shoulder, and a group of black-clothed corpses lying on the ground. The soldiers of the army stepped forward and asked, Han Ye flashed his waist card silently, and the Jingwei soldiers hurriedly knelt down and bowed down: "See Prince Jinyang! How is your injury?"

(End of this chapter)