When Spring Comes

Huachun was taken aback for a moment, then slowly turned her head and looked back.

Yu Wenjie looked at her condescendingly, the expression in his eyes was not very clear, but the facial lines were very soft, and he said, "As for your indecent sleeping position, stiff pillows deserve it."

His fever subsided, but his voice was still hoarse, and he was very sexy.

After a shiver, Huachun carefully retracted his neck, for fear that he would break it out with just one effort.

"Is the emperor better?"

"Yeah." Lying back on the bed, Yu Wenjie said, "Illness has come like a mountain, so I don't have to go to morning court today."

Is there any benefit to being sick? Huachun raised her eyebrows and reached out to probe the emperor's forehead. The temperature was moderate, and her complexion became ruddy, and she should have recovered a lot. In this state, it is possible to go to court, but Yu Wenjie obviously wants to be lazy.

Tan Tanshou, she asked: "Since today is on vacation, can the minister go back and have a good sleep?"

"Sleep here." Yu Wenjie half-closed his eyes and looked at him: "If you rest for an hour, you can go to see Zhezi."

What? Huachun stared, why? Did she take care of him for so long and haven't been able to get a good night's sleep, so she just let her stay here to sleep for an hour? Want to read the memorial later? No squeezed labor force is so squeezed, she is not a machine!

The anger that was full of eyes instantly turned into grievance when facing the King of God. If there is a tail behind him, Huachun will surely sway faster than a windmill: "Your Majesty, lie here, the minister can't sleep well."

"Huh?" The emperor glanced at him unexpectedly, with some hesitation in his eyes: "Do you want to lie down and sleep?"

"I implore the emperor for grace and let the minister sleep well."

Having said this, Huachun felt that she was really miserable, and she had to ask for a holy grace even when she slept. It was a hard life.

After thinking for a while, Yu Wenjie finally nodded: "Okay."

Huachun was overjoyed, and was about to thank her for going back to the side hall, when she saw the emperor propped up, moved aside very generously, to make room for her.

"...?"

"Only this time, not as an example." The emperor said with a serious face, and patted the empty seat, meaning: come up.

With a stiff smile on his face, Huachun looked up mechanically, looking at the emperor in front of him, she didn't know what to say about him.

Why is it so bold? what? She is a minister, so he let her sleep in a dragon bed? If this spreads out, she still has to be chopped up and thrown out to feed the dog in the name of bewitching the king by the Queen Mother?

Shaking his head left and right, Huachun refused this kind of desperate behavior.

However, Yu Wenjie has always hated people who wander around the most, so he stretched out his hand and lifted him up and pressed him next to him: "Don't think too much, the door is bolted, and no one will come in. I just watched. For the sake of worshipping, it will allow you to sleep well."

The emperor, who has always been seldom spoken, said nothing when he explained it. Although he still had a dead face and his tone was cold, Hua Chun felt a little blushing with his actions.

Boom, right? This is? A hand on her left hand, trapping her between his arms, really made the girl's heart throb. This kind of arrogance and unreasonableness is simply the ancient bossy president. He picked her up and threw her on the kingsize bed, and then he should say to her with an "evil" look: "Woman, you can't run away." Dropped!"

Don't blame her for thinking too much. After all, anyone has this kind of secretly poked girl heart?

But then Yu Wenjie didn't follow the script, only loosened her and dropped some of the quilt, and then lay down on her own, still facing her back, still very disgusted.

The girl's heart slammed into a pulpy, Huachun pouted. What does that sentence say? Sure enough, ideals are plump and reality is very skinny. Idol dramas can't be staged everywhere. She should be a man honestly. Don't expect the emperor to say "Man, you can't get away!" Now, thinking too much is a kind of disease, which can be cured.

I don't know what is laid under the dragon bed. It is soft and hard, and it has a little temperature. It is very comfortable to sleep. Huachun fell into a dream not long after closing his eyes.

Yu Wenjie couldn't sleep anymore, turned around and looked at the man next to him.

He didn't take off his robe, his official clothes were wrinkled together, his collar was loose, and he could see his delicate collarbone at a glance. A strand of hair fell from his forehead and swept it over his straight sword eyebrow, a bit less serious and more gentle, he almost subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to pull the hair out for him.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and when his hand was about to touch him, the emperor reacted, his face turned black, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, after all he got up and put on his clothes, and went to the table to look at the zipper.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, Amitabha. He is a man, his courtier, not a harem concubine. He is not a broken sleeve, it is impossible to be interested in men.

Repeating these words over and over again, Yu Wenjie's heart was as heavy as a boulder, and he turned his head sadly and looked out the empty window.

An hour later, Huachun still slept soundly, Yu Wenjie changed his clothes, directly picked up the person with the quilt, and handed it to the palace maiden outside: "Send the prime minister back to the side hall to rest, Duke Qin, show Fenghe palace."

Duke Qin was taken aback, and quickly sent someone to carry the Prime Minister Hua away. Seeing the prime minister's sleeplessness and the dragon quilt on his body, his heart broke even more: "The emperor..."

Has it been... made a big mistake?

"What?" The emperor looked at him solemnly: "Is the person not ready yet?"

"Going back to the emperor, Fenghe Palace is ready." Qin Gonggong said quickly: "It's just a slave thinking, do you want to tell the Queen Mother first?"

Yu Wenjie pursed his lips: "No, I'll go take a look first."

Fenghe Palace is a palace that has always been idle. According to legend, the emperor of the previous dynasty used that palace to house male pets. Yu Wenjie felt dirty and never let people use that place.

But now, there are all kinds of men standing inside, handsome, mighty, handsome, and coquettish.

When standing at the door, the emperor really didn't want to go in, every cell on his body was roaring, and his face turned blue.

This expression is exactly the same as when modern people are about to come out.

Duke Qin sighed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, all the servants are looking for are clean people, please rest assured."

Yu Wenjie looked at him for a long time as if he had eaten a fly, but finally closed his eyes and stepped in.

No one has died since ancient times!

Well, this poem is not very appropriate here, but it is very close to the emperor's mood.

More than thirty men knelt down toward him in a rush, but they didn't say a word or shout long live our emperor.

Husband, it is something that is not visible.

Facing the sunlight outside, the emperor was in a complicated mood. He sat in the dragon's seat and stared at these men in a daze. For a while, he forgot what he was going to do. He looked around, but never found what he wanted.

When he met Hua Jinghua, he suspected that he had a tendency to break his sleeves. However, in the face of so many men of all kinds, he didn't have any special reactions, just as natural as seeing a hundred officials of civil and military service in court.

The emperor started to think about life. What happened to him recently? What do you want?

There was dead silence in Fenghe Palace, and the cold sweat on his forehead grew more and more.

People in the palace will naturally know about such a big movement. If the emperor just takes a look and leaves, then he can help hide it. However, Yu Wenjie sat here for half an hour, even if he had the ability to reach the sky, he could not stop the news of Fenghe Palace from flying to every corner of the harem.

"What?!" The queen mother who heard the news shot up, shaking her body with anger: "Fenghe Palace really opened?"

Concubine Hui nodded with tears and tears: "If you open it, there are still many people in it. I heard that Duke Qin sent someone to the palace to receive it. The emperor has been there for an hour."

"What's this like!" The queen mother was furious: "Bring the emperor over to the Ai's family, and join Duke Qin!"

"Yes!"

Everyone in the harem felt that the sky was about to collapse. It was nothing if a concubine Shu had just arrived, and the prime minister had been with the emperor. It was nothing, but this inexplicably brought more than 30 men into the palace, then something serious happened. ! The war between women is for women, and if men are mixed in, the harem concubines will unite as never before.

Huachun was sleeping soundly. She didn't know that the palace had turned the sky, until a little palace lady cried and rushed to her bedside and shouted: "The Prime Minister! The Prime Minister! Go and save Duke Qin! Go and persuade. Advise the Queen Mother!"

This voice, like thunderous ears, scared Huachun to wake up immediately, staring at her blankly: "What?"

The little maid had no time to explain, so she grabbed her and ran away.

Huachun sorted his clothes and hair all the way, and was taken into the Huiming Hall. As soon as he entered the front hall, he saw a person lying on the empty ground, and the palace staff on both sides held the court and beat fiercely.

Upon seeing this scene, she felt that her **** was also hurting. It's really empathetic, but who is the one who got the stick?

Leaning over and took a look, Huachun was surprised.

"Duke Qin?"

A large number of elderly people were beaten up with bleeding from the corners of their mouths and dying. She felt tight in her heart, and subconsciously shouted: "Stop!"

The palace men on both sides were taken aback and looked at her with the staff.

"The prime minister is here?" The empress dowager's remaining angry voice sounded inside, and Yue Jian's aunt opened the door and gestured to Huachun to let her in.

What the **** is this? Huachun walked in with a small step, and first came forward to salute: "Weichen pays homage to the queen mother and the emperor."

The queen mother's face was filled with anger, and her entire face was terribly serious. Yu Wenjie sat next to him, frowning, and seemed to be angry, but he couldn't win the Queen Mother.

"Prime Minister Hua, if you serve the emperor, naturally you should correct the emperor's behavior and tell him what to do and what not to do." The queen mother opened her mouth and fired: "Now that things are like this, shouldn't you also punish them?!"

Hua Chun arched her hands and said softly, "The Queen Mother calmed down her anger, but the minister still doesn't know what happened."