When Spring Comes

"Oh?" Yu Wenjie stood up, looked at He Chang'an, knowingly asked, "Where is the prime minister?"

He Chang'an arched his hands and said: "I was invited to Boyang Palace by Lord Xi."

"I have something to find him, and Li Zhongtang has something to find him, so I can go directly to Boyang Palace and have a look." The emperor said.

Li Zhongtang was taken aback, and quickly waved his hand: "The minister can discuss with the prime minister another day. If the emperor wants to move to Boyang Palace, the minister will leave first."

When he opened his mouth, the other ministers also gave way.

Yu Wenjie raised his eyebrows and glanced at He Changan. The latter understood, and followed him out of the Zichen Palace.

"Go faster."

Leaving everyone's sight, He Changan's face showed some anxiety: "They made it clear that they were dragging you, and I don't know what happened to Jinghua."

"It's so good, how could I be taken away by Lord Xi?" Yu Wenjie frowned tightly, and his heart hung high: "Can't he let people save snacks?"

He Changan shook his head: "If you want to blame, you must blame Lord Xi. The minister was also there and they couldn't stop him."

The emperor was silent, and Long Nian didn't take it, and he took He Chang'an and walked swiftly.

Huachun hugged her chest with her hands in her arms, bent rigidly, her body was almost touched by the surrounding women except for the place she was protecting.

Frustrated! This is crazy! Are the dancers in the palace so hungry? The action was so bold that she couldn't stop drinking, and came to a wheel fight! The first two women struggled with her for a long time and lost energy, so they changed to the other two!

Calculated according to the number of dancers in the hall, she can hold on for at most half an hour, and the territory is about to fall.

"The prince." Huachun frowned and shouted at Yuwenxi: "Weichen should go to the Zichen Palace. Please also ask the prince to raise your hand and let these girls stop."

Yu Wenxi looked at him with his chin on his head, without blinking, he heard the words: "This king also wants to drink them, but whoever makes the prime minister so romantic, they won't listen to this king."

Bullshit! Huachun gritted his teeth, if he gave orders, who would dare not obey these little fairies? It was clearly intentional, and her clothes were almost torn off!

There is no way to bear it any longer, Huachun stood up abruptly and yelled, "Stay away from me!"

The dancers around were taken aback, their movements suddenly stopped.

Is it still useful? Huachun was overjoyed, and was about to lift her foot to pull away from the encirclement circle. She was hugged by someone's thigh unpreparedly, and she staggered.

This one stood up, fell below, and wanted to sit down again.

Hua Chun paled, and watched the nine-yin white bone claws coming straight toward her thigh.

"Master!" someone outside the door suddenly shouted.

Huachun was startled, and the next moment she felt a shadow flying over, picking up her skirt, and directly pulling her whole person out.

Yu Wenjie's face was darker than the bottom of the pot, and he glanced at the dancers around him, and his whole body was full of fright. Reaching out and pushing Hua Jinghua behind him, he looked up and looked at Yu Wenxi above and said, "Is the emperor a bit too much?"

Prince Xi quickly got up and came over to bow: "Brother Emperor, don't get me wrong. The ministers are just entertaining the prime minister, but the prime minister seems to be a little afraid of women."

After squinting his eyes, the emperor looked at him and said: "You know he is afraid, but you still let this group of dancers commit the crime?"

"The emperor's brother is serious, the minister is just joking."

The frightened Huachun stretched his head out from behind the emperor, pursing his lips and said: "It's a joke that makes others laugh."

Imposing one's own ideas on others, making people unpleasant and thinking of themselves as humorous, can only be regarded as ignorant!

Yu Wenxi smiled stiffly and watched the emperor turn his head: "Brother emperor is so angry that he is the prime minister, but it's an accident for the minister."

"Any imperial official should be respected, not be bullied at will as a royal family." Huachun said: "Although the prince's behavior today is well-intentioned, it will definitely have a bad influence in the court and even the people. Chen hoped that the prince would consider carefully and act again."

Did you even teach him a lesson?

Yu Wenxi frowned, just about to speak, but he heard the emperor say: "The prime minister said something reasonable."

Unable to laugh or cry, he shrugged: "The emperor Mingjian, the minister is not bad-hearted, nor does he mean to oppress, but he is curious that most men love female sex, why is the prime minister Hua at such a healthy age, avoiding women like snakes? "

Huachun was shocked and panicked.

Is it possible that the actions of the Lord Xi today came to explore her reality? Although it is not necessarily to doubt her identity, but to see those dancers' movements, most of them want to see whether she lifts them or not.

It's terrible, even the privacy of others has to be peeked out?

He was hesitating how to explain, so he heard the emperor speak: "The prime minister has a wife in his family, respects each other like a guest, raises his eyebrows, and avoids other women like a snake, but a good husband."

He Changan chuckled: "Not all men need to be romantic. I also appreciate the prime minister who is loyal to his wife."

The two people sandwiched Hua Jinghua one after another, making it clear that they were here to protect him.

Prince Xi smiled, and said, "The king will pay the prime minister."

"Don't dare." Huachun said: "Thank you, Lord, for the hospitality."

The emperor turned around and said, "I have something to discuss with the prime minister, so I won't stay here any longer."

"Send to the emperor respectfully." Prince Xi bowed, his eyes full of regret.

When Shengjia walked far away, he turned his head to look at the frightened dancers, and asked with a chuckle, "Who touched it?"

The dancers looked at each other, and the leader came out and knelt, and whispered: "The prime minister's cover was too tight, and the servants tried their best and didn't touch anything. But after tossing for so long, they stayed close to the prime minister's body for so long. , I didn't see any reaction from him."

"Really?" Prince Xi raised his eyebrows and looked out the door.

This is interesting. Why is there no response?

He Changan looked at Hua Jinghua as he walked, and shook his head again and again: "This Meiren Township is really a cannibal mound. Look at our prime minister, the clothes are torn and there are scratches on his face."

Huachun said pitifully, "Second brother, don't you know, they really want to stand me up, take my clothes off and eat it!"

The emperor turned his head and glanced at him. Hua Jinghua's skin was originally tender, but now there were a lot of red marks on his face, his hands were also scratched, and the tie of his official uniform was broken and hung crookedly on his body.

Pursing his lips, he said: "When you meet Lord Xi in the future, you directly say that you have to see you if you follow my will. He can never defy the imperial edict."

"Okay." Huachun nodded, curled his lips and said: "I'm afraid he has a thick skin, as if he didn't hear it."

"The virtuous brother should still practice more Kungfu." He Changan said: "There is nothing to do if you don't take a group of women."

With bright eyes, Huachun looked at him and said: "Is it too late to learn Kungfu? People say that martial arts should be practiced from a young age?"

"If you want to practice superior martial arts, you are indeed too late." Yu Wenjie said indifferently: "But it's not difficult to learn some basic moves to defend yourself. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Really?" Huachun came interested: "The emperor, did you teach it yourself?"

"can."

This treatment is really awesome. Smashing his mouth, Hua Chun nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, the emperor."

Originally, He Changan wanted to say that he could teach, but he didn't expect to be cut off by the emperor halfway, and the cut was so natural and unmarked that it made him want to doubt nothing.

Looking up at Yu Wenjie, he is still as serious and stern as before, but he doesn't know why, He Changan always feels that he has a tolerance for Hua Jinghua beyond principles.

In the past, he hoped that the relationship between the emperor and the prime minister would be a little bit more harmonious, but now that it is really harmonious, why does he feel weird again?

Back at Zichen Hall, the emperor asked someone to take the ointment and gave it to Huachun.

"A wound on your face doesn't look good, wipe it off."

"Okay." Huachun nodded, and immediately started to wipe, and said as he wiped: "Weichen still has something to tell. Regarding a series of small things such as chicken plague and repairing the wall, the minister has already drawn up arrangements. According to the table, there is a dedicated person in charge for everything and every place, so that the division of labor makes no one tired and efficient. In addition, the autumn harvest is about to come. Regarding Li Zhongtang’s proposal to increase taxes, the minister has already written the plan and estimated situation It can be considered comprehensively. There is also the case of several veteran officials in the DPRK and China returning to their hometowns. The ministers also wrote their own opinions and they are all in the book."

After talking about half an hour, he finished the report before the time for a stick of incense, and attached a specific plan.

He Changan couldn't help saying: "With you, the emperor really saves trouble."

"Isn't this the prime minister's duty?" Hua Chun said: "The average age of the people in the DPRK is a bit old, and the words are easy to be verbose, and the emperor may not be able to listen. The minister thinks it is more reliable to summarize the key points and suggestions like this. ."

The troubles were swept away, and the emperor looked at him with admiration rare: "Thanks for the prime minister."

"Where is it." Huachun smiled: "As for the business, even though the salary has been deducted, the minister has to do something."

Yu Wenjie nodded, and reached out his hand to take a copy of the book he handed to see: "The writing is also cleaner than other people in the DPRK."

"This is the word for green curls." Huachun said: "The minister should be praised by the emperor, so I can make her happy when I go back."

"You are really kind to her." Yu Wenjie raised his eyes to look at him and asked faintly: "When do you plan to have a baby?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, Hua Chun shook his head: "This minister is not in a hurry, let's see fate."

"Oh?" There was a strange color in the emperor's eyes: "I will give you some grace."

"What grace?" Hua Chunyi was overjoyed, looking at him with bright eyes.

"As long as Qing Niao is pregnant within three months, I will reward you with a thousand taels of gold." The emperor said very seriously.

Huachun was stupid, he could obviously see some teasing in the eyes of the emperor, and he was still inquiring about it.

Her heart sank, she hurriedly lowered her eyes, and smiled: "This grace is good, and the minister thanks the Lord for long grace!"