When Spring Comes

"I forgive you for your innocence." Yu Wenjie squinted his eyes and said, "You can change."

After shivering lightly, Huachun's eyes widened, and he touched her body subconsciously. Damn, there is no recorder! Even if she said this on a whim while drunk, she should also record it, so as to be a lifeline!

With a sigh, she said: "The emperor should rest early. The minister is a man and cannot become a woman."

Even if the emperor changed her, wouldn't she be so stupid? If you take it seriously, then the grandfather doesn't remember anything when he wakes up, he doesn't admit it, and it's Hua's family who has been robbed. Hua Jinghua's identity has been concealed for 20 years, and it is definitely not that easy to reveal.

"You don't look like a man at all." The emperor murmured, stretched out his hand to pinch the back of her neck, pulled her whole person over, and said with his eyes hanging down: "The skin and tender flesh are weak."

Unexpectedly, he fell into his arms, Huachun was startled, trying to struggle, but was pressed tightly.

"emperor!"

"Well, I am here." Yu Wenjie's eyes were full of crystal light, and he looked at her and said: "Don't move, I have a question. I have been asking for a long time."

Huachun felt nervous inexplicably, and stared at him: "What's the problem?"

"Why are your clothes always so deep? It covers your neck." He said, reaching out to her neckline: "It makes you want to tear it apart."

"..."

Help! What a hooligan!

Hua Chun stubbornly clutched his clothes, frowning at the person in front of him: "The emperor, even if the minister should follow your will and do things, it doesn't mean you can eat tofu in such a fair and honest manner! You can't give or accept it!

"What are you talking about?" Yu Wenjie twisted his eyebrows and stretched out her hand to press her violently, "Don't move."

How can this Nima not move? Seeing his hand stretched out like this, Huachun was already grinding her teeth to bite. The emperor was so cold when he was sober, how could he be like a bull in heat when he was drunk?

The mellow aroma of wine is all around, and Huachun's face is flushed.

Yu Wenjie probably expected that she would bite, so she stretched out her leg and pressed her leg, one hand held her two hands, and the other hand directly pinched her jaw, forcing her to expose her neck. .

The white neck has faint green veins.

Hua Chun panicked, she suddenly realized why Hua Jinghua always wears a high collar.

Because she has no Adam's apple!

At this moment, she couldn't tolerate her resistance, and Yu Wenjie's hand had fallen on her smooth throat.

Ruined.

Huachun only felt black before her eyes, and wanted to faint like this. What reason should be used now? Is it possible that it is a strange disease, so there is no Adam's apple? Isn’t it just bullshit!

The atmosphere became tense, and she was no different from a duck waiting to be slaughtered in a vegetable market, her eyes were still motionless.

Gong leaked the sand quietly, and after a long time, the emperor finally spoke:

"I am a little sleepy."

What? Huachun was taken aback, then turned to look at him blankly.

The pressure on her hands and legs disappeared in an instant. She stood up, and the emperor also stood up, shaking and saying: "Help me go to bed."

"……Yes."

Are you too drunk? She looked at this person carefully, she must have become unconscious, so she didn't realize that she had no Adam's apple!

Amitabha is really blessed!

As soon as he was next to the bed, Yu Wenjie closed his eyes.

"The emperor, did the minister retire first?" Huachun whispered.

The emperor did not respond, as if he was asleep.

With a sigh of relief, Huachun ran out! He rushed out of the palace without bringing his head back.

This feeling of restlessness was so exciting, she never wanted to have another time! From tomorrow on, it’s fine to wear a scarf. Anyway, the weather has begun to turn cold. It’s time to create a fashion scarf storm in this dynasty!

When there was no movement outside, Yu Wenjie on the bed opened his eyes. There was still drunkenness in his eyes, but he was also quite sober.

He touched his Adam's apple, his eyes deep.

Huachun returned to the prime minister's house, her face still pale.

"What's wrong?" Qing Niao quickly handed her a veil: "Why is the Lord running in such a hurry?"

"It's okay." After taking a few breaths on the soft couch, Hua Chun said: "I'm just a little afraid of the dark."

Qing frowned, suddenly leaning over to look at her.

"What?" Huachun was taken aback.

"It's nothing, let's rest more, Lord." With a slight smile, Qing said, "The bed is already made."

"Oh, good." Huachun nodded, touched her chest, which was still inextricable, sighed, and went to bed.

Then came the nightmares again and again.

I don’t know if the story Qing Niao told her last time was so impressive. In her dream, she saw the execution ground. Some people’s heads were flying high, and some people looked at the scene with a numb expression with their hands behind. Very bloody.

Then the scene changed, Yu Wenjie touched her neck and looked down at her.

"You are a woman."

Huachun shook her head in astonishment, but felt her hands tightened and tightened, pinching her eyes pale and her face purple.

"No!"

Woke up with a roar, she touched her neck.

Fortunately, it was just a dream. It was probably because the chest was too tight and she could not breathe. That's why she had such a dream. How could Yu Wenjie strangle her so cruelly?

Asking her to die will let others choke her.

"Master?" Qing Niao was also awakened by her, looking at her worriedly. It's still midnight outside.

"I'd better go to the side hall to sleep by myself." Huachun looked at her guiltily: "I will easily have nightmares when sleeping like this."

Frowning slightly, Qing Niao thought for a while, but only nodded: "Master, go and sleep well."

"Yeah." Patting her shoulder, Huachun hugged her pillow and went to the side hall.

"The prince." Zhan Shui leaned to the ear of the prince Xi, and whispered: "I have found everything that needs to be investigated. All matters related to Prime Minister Hua are in this booklet."

"Yeah." Yu Wenxi reached out and took it and took a look.

The booklet reads Hua Jinghua's life, and he never did a wrong thing since he was a child. He was very well-behaved and honest, and he never even visited the brothel.

Closing the booklet, Yu Wenxi looked at Zhan Shui displeasedly: "Are you an investigator or writing carols?"

"Wang Ye Mingjian, this is the result of the investigation. The humble position is not exaggerated in the slightest." Zhan Shui said: "The prime minister Hua has offended so many people in the court, but he can live safely until now. This is probably the reason."

No one will be caught for any mistakes or omissions, and naturally no one can do anything about it.

"Is there nothing wrong with it?" After knocking on the booklet, Lord Xi said: "A man, who is more than 20 years old, does not visit the brothel, does not accept the room, and recently married a main room. Is this fair? ?"

Zhan Shui was taken aback, thought for a moment, and said: "For women, Prime Minister Hua is a bit strange. The people next to him came back and told him that he often separated from the Prime Minister's wife at night, and occasionally slept in a room, and never heard any movement."

Why is that? Lord Xi raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested: "Tomorrow is free, please bring Prime Minister Hua to Boyang Palace for this king."

"Yes." Zhan Shui responded.

After taking the chest strap, Huachun slept well all night, never had a nightmare again, and went to court the next day in good spirits.

However, the emperor was extremely late.

"What's going on?" Gong Yuhou stood behind her and asked in a low voice, "Where is the emperor?"

"How do I know? Yesterday I went back to the house." Huachun replied in a low voice: "But the emperor was drunk yesterday, and he is not lightly drunk, so he should be late today."

Got drunk? He Chang'an was a little surprised. How could Yu Wenjie, who Xiang Zizhi, suddenly get drunk? What's even stranger is that he didn't call him for drinking?

"The emperor has a decree, and the morning is cancelled today. Those who have important matters go to the Zichen Temple to report, and those who have a paper can directly submit a paper. Qin this." A **** shook the whisk and shouted at the top.

The officials were in an uproar, all discussing what happened. He Changan pulled Huachun's sleeve and motioned him to go to the Zichen Palace.

Huachun nodded and followed him out.

"The prime minister of flowers."

As soon as they stepped out of Xuanzheng Hall, a guard blocked their way. Huachun looked up and looked at him blankly: "Are you?"

"The humble position is that the prince Xi is personally guarding and cutting the water." Zhan Shui said, "On the order of the prince, please go to the Boyang Palace for a comment."

He Changan raised his eyebrows and subconsciously stood sideways in front of Huachun, looking at him and said: "The courtiers are not allowed to follow the prince, this is the rule of the palace, don't your prince know?"

Zhan Shui was taken aback for a moment, and said: "I don't know the humble position. The humble position is just being ordered to invite it. Please don't be embarrassed by the Hou Ye.

"This Hou doesn't like embarrassing people." He Changan smiled: "But don't make embarrassment for the prime minister. If you let the emperor know about this, the prime minister will not be human inside and outside."

If the important minister went to see the prince, it would inevitably cause the emperor to be suspicious and thus distrust the courtier. What kind of kindness can Prince Xi invite Hua Jinghua to go?

Zhan Shui bowed in embarrassment, not knowing what to do for a while.

"It seems that if you want to invite Prime Minister Hua, you must also come personally." Yu Wenxi's voice floated from behind, with a little joking: "Master Hou protects the Prime Minister, it is really tight."

After Huachun had a meal, he turned around and saluted: "Lord Xi."

He Chang'an also had to follow along with salute: "Lord."

"Don't be so nervous." Walking slowly in front of them, Yu Wenxi looked at Huachun kindly and said: "This king just wants to talk to the prime minister. Standing here is too tired, so I might as well move to Boyang. palace?"

He Chang'an frowned: "The ministers are about to go to the Zichen Hall. The prince has something to say. The same goes for sitting in the Zichen Palace.

Lord Xi glanced at him without a smile, Zhan Shui next to him immediately stepped forward and blocked He Changan.

"Let's go." As if not hearing He Changan's words, Yu Wenxi reached out and grabbed Huachun's arm.

"Since the prince is so kind, it's not easy to refuse." Huachun smiled and looked back at He Changan: "Master Hou, let's go to the Zichen Palace first. I will talk to the prince before coming back."

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