The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 90 Under the Bodhi Tree (1)
With a smile on his lips and a slight frown between his brows, Han Ye struggled to stand up against the wall and said, "I just suffered some skin trauma, please take me back home."

"Yes!" The captain of the Jingwei Army waved his hand, and someone immediately stepped forward to help Han Ye.

Han Ye couldn't stand still, and fell down again while pressing the wound on his shoulder.

"Your Majesty! Be careful! Your injuries don't seem to be serious!" The captain of the Jingwei Army hurriedly came to help Han Ye himself, and asked in a routine manner. "What happened?"

Han Ye smiled bitterly: "Xiao Wang doesn't know."

In such an embarrassing and sensitive position, even if you meet an assassin who hurts your life, you have to think about how not to startle the enemy. Maybe these men in black are just probing. Indisputable trouble.

But if the incident of his assassination became known to all, and it was the Beijing Guards who rescued him from the assassins who were seriously injured, then he could at least bring his bodyguards and attendants to accompany him in a legitimate way. Will slightly shift his gaze from him to the man in black.

Although, criticism is unavoidable - why the assassination incident was only aimed at Prince Jinyang, and why has he been constantly disputed in recent months?
The Jingwei Army who maintained the law and order in the capital also made a great contribution, escorting the injured Prince Jinyang back to the mansion, and showing off this matter everywhere, within one night, the entire Shengjing knew that the Prince Jinyang had been attacked by assassins And seriously injured.

"Lord Captain, you can just send it here, don't disturb my family." Han Ye got off the escort carriage at the corner of Jinyang Palace, and thanked the captain of the Jingwei Army.

"It should. Take care, son." It's human nature not to disturb the newlywed wife, the captain saluted him and waved his followers to leave.

Han Ye was covered with a dark cloak, which tightly blocked the injured place. When he returned to Jinyang Prince's Mansion, the mansion was brightly lit, and Han Wen Han Wu, the gatekeeper, came up to him and said, "Master, it's so late, you're going to drink again." How can you rest assured your subordinates in troubled times?"

Han Ye's starry eyes were so calm, and he said lightly: "It's okay, isn't this back?"

Steadily walked up the stairs, entered the gate of the mansion, bypassed the circuitous corridor, but did not enter the bedroom with the light on, but walked straight to the study, the bedroom door behind him suddenly opened, and a gentle female voice came from Called from behind: "Husband."

Han Ye stopped in his tracks, looked over with a light brow, neither joy nor anger in his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Standing in front of the bedroom was a slender figure, plain clothes, neat hairpins, smiling, and said gently: "Tomorrow is the Buddha Bathing Festival, and it is the first time to go to the temple to worship the Buddha after getting married with your husband. I don't know if it suits your husband's wish to break up the She Yuandou with the city people?"

Han Ye smiled lightly: "It's good to let Luo'er decide everything."

The gentle and trusting tone did not sound oppressive. After Han Ye finished speaking, he turned sideways and walked towards the study again. With a "squeak", the door of the study was closed from the inside.

The corner of the corridor was empty again, and the dim light spilled out from the bedroom. There was a threshold lying there, which skewed Baililuo's figure, as if his pride had fallen into the dark night. Cui lowered her head and stood beside Baililuo without saying a word, not daring to intervene.

Baililuo stood facing the night for a long time, then turned around slowly, stepped into the bedroom door, and swept the small bamboo basket on the table to the ground, and the cooked soybeans in it rolled all over the floor , the maid Chuncui fell to her knees with a "plop", not daring to open her mouth, nor did she dare to pick up the beans all over the ground.

When Han Ye entered the room, he tore off the cloak on his shoulders. The wound on his left shoulder that had been bandaged by the Jingwei soldiers was treated very roughly. Already!"

Han Ye tore off the loop of gauze wrapped around his arm. The white gauze had long been stained red with blood, and the smell of blood permeated the room, but Han Ye didn't seem to feel the pain, just said: "Go get the medicine box Come."

Taking off one side of his shirt, and re-bandaging the wound with medicine, Han Ye looked at the blood red that was gradually being covered up, and unconsciously twisted his eyebrows into a knot.

"Since I was with Princess Luo, I have often bleed. If I married Princess Jing, I wouldn't have to worry about these infamy and troubles. Why didn't I listen to my advice?" Han Wu couldn't help but say. .

Han Wen is much more savvy, but this time he also echoed: "Although Han Wu's words offended the Lord, what he said was not unreasonable. In the letter from the Lord, the Lord warned his subordinates and others that he failed to fulfill his duties and responsibilities to help the prince to do the right thing. , actually took a lot of detours, Hanwen is really puzzled."

After hearing this, Han Ye didn't reprimand them, but took back his bandaged arms and said calmly, "Han Wen, Han Wu, go out, I'm going to rest."

The expulsion order was issued politely and gently, but it did not mean that they could not obey. Han Wen and Han Wu looked at each other and had no choice but to leave the door.

The outer shirt was loosely draped over his shoulders, and the cold air gathered from all directions. Han Ye looked around the huge study room, and walked towards the bookshelf step by step. He slightly moved the position of a book, and the bookshelf opened It separates from the middle to the two ends, revealing a secret secret door.

After Han Ye stepped into the secret door, the secret door closed from behind. The air in the secret room was sealed, and it seemed to be a little colder. A huge night pearl hung on the tall table in the northwest corner, and the wall facing the night pearl was A half-person-high portrait hangs on it.

It was a portrait of a woman.

The woman in the painting has a beautiful appearance, she wears the ordinary clothes of the first princess of Daxing Kingdom, and the scarlet clothes woven by cloud brocade are as gorgeous as the most cold-resistant poppies in Beijun Prefecture. There is no trace of the arrogance of a noble princess, so that anyone who sees her for the first time is reluctant to look away, eager to get closer to her, and get closer.

Therefore, Han Ye couldn't move his eyes away, and kept staring at the face of the beauty in the painting. His usual cold starry eyes faded away like the morning light. He stretched out his hand unconsciously, and slowly stroked the face of the painting, I can't feel a trace of temperature.

How could the thinness and contempt of paper bring a living person to him?Even if he stared at the person in the painting over and over again, forgetting the years, she would never come back to him.

"Wait for me..." Han Ye suddenly said, lowered his eyelids very slowly, and repeated, but only his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was inaudible, "Wait for me..."

The night is getting darker, the clouds in the sky sometimes gather and sometimes disperse, the crescent moon is looming in the sky, and the Jinyang Palace resounds the sound of the flute again, the sound of the flute is distant and melodious, but it is mixed with undispelled melancholy. The person's mind was drawn to him, and he couldn't help but want to ask the flute player what was on his mind.

On the eighth day of April, the Buddha’s Birthday is said to be the birth day of the Buddha Sakyamuni. On this day, there are lively temple fairs and blessing activities in Shengjing. It is a grand festival that cannot be missed in a year.

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