When Spring Comes

Looking at her diagonally, the dark light in Yu Wenjie's eyes drifted.

"I really feel very gratified that the prime minister can be so considerate. In that case, please stay with me to read the paper."

"Zhuzhi!" Huachun responded, and immediately sat on the other side of the stone table, picked up the zipper, and looked at it very seriously.

However, she still had injuries on her hand and couldn't write at all. After looking at it for a while, she could only take it to the emperor, and said with a smile: "This fold has to be approved by the emperor."

Yu Wenjie shook his head: "I am very tired today and don't want to change it."

what is it now? Huachun pouted, could she use left handwriting? This right hand doesn't know how to write calligraphy, can you still count on the left hand?

"If the prime minister can't change it, it's better to go back first..."

"The minister has his own way!" She said hastily, "Duke Qin, please take some pen and ink."

Duke Qin responded, and in a short while, he sent the best wolf pen and inkstone over. Yu Wenjie just watched the person in front of him pinch the pen with his left hand, his posture was very strange, he didn't know what he wrote crookedly.

It's really hard.

"The prime minister is too strenuous, so it's better to go home first."

"Effortless and effortless!" Huachun shook his head repeatedly: "It's fine for the minister to adapt."

He hooked his lips slightly, and Yuwen Jiebie said at the beginning: "I am tired even seeing you like this. Since the prime minister wants to change his son so much, I will stay here and change slowly. I will return to the Zichen Hall to watch Huo Zhaoyi dance."

What? With a stiff smile on his face, Huachun looked up and looked at him incredulously: "Although it is a duty for the minister to be loyal to the emperor, but the ministers are so physically disabled and determined, the emperor is going to leave his minister alone to watch singing and dancing? "

The emperor said: "Isn't this your voluntary?"

"It's the minister's willingness to do nothing wrong." Putting down the brush, Hua Chun said with a solemn expression: "The emperor will not be dissatisfied with such a move on the minister, but if the emperor does the same with other courtiers, I am afraid he will lose it. Chen Xin."

"Oh?" Yu Wenjie looked at her: "But I only treat you like this, so the prime minister doesn't need to worry that I will lose the hearts of other officials."

Huachun: "..."

His grandma's, she really came with a heart that wants to get along well with the emperor for a long time! Is Yu Wenjie so owed for Mao at this time? Can you die by speaking well? Can!

Taking a deep breath, she reluctantly smiled and said, "Even so, but there are many important things in the book that the ministers can't decide, and the emperor has to be nearby to give pointers."

"That's it..." Yu Wenjie pursed his lips and sat down impatiently: "Then you hurry up."

"According to the purpose."

In the imperial garden, there are beautiful flowers, grasses and beautiful scenery. The emperor is comfortably looking at the koi in the pond, and a courtier next to him is sweating and working hard. The contrast is also quite obvious.

It doesn't matter if we exploit the labor force in this way, Yu Wenjie, who is cruel, even asks her every other incense: "How much is there?"

"Please wait a moment, Your Majesty."

What Huachun has to bear is not only the physical pressure of writing with his left hand, but also the psychological pressure of the shameless emperor.

Duke Qin looked at him silently from a distance, shaking his head.

"Father-in-law." A little court lady approached him and whispered: "Mother Huo Zhaoyi is here, is the emperor free?"

Looking over, Duke Qin shook his head repeatedly: "No time, let your master go home."

"This..." The little palace lady was embarrassed: "My master is ready, so I'll send some tea. It won't disturb you, right?"

"It's right to listen to what the miscellaneous family said." Qin Gong justified: "The emperor is busy."

The little palace lady frowned and quietly stretched her head and glanced at the pavilion.

The emperor is sitting leisurely, only Prime Minister Hua is busy next to him, what can't you bother?

Due to Duke Qin's identity, the little palace lady couldn't say much, she ran back to find Huo Zhaoyi, and whispered the situation.

"It's the prime minister again." Huo Zhaoyi's boss was unhappy: "He is more favored than any concubine in this palace."

The emperor hasn't seen her for a few days, and if you don't look at it, the Wanbao Palace must be a cold palace.

"Regardless of him, let's go there. Duke Qin will not even stop the palace." Huo Zhaoyi pinched the veil tightly and said, "Go."

The little maid agreed, went back to the maid queue behind her, and followed along.

Yu Wenjie was taking the rest of the light to sweep Huachun's movements, and he couldn't help hearing the voice of Qin Gonggong next to him: "Manny Zhaoyi, the emperor is busy now!"

It was Huo Xianrou again, this courage didn't know whether he was used to it or something, and never looked at Duke Qin every time.

"Concubine please greet the emperor."

His face sank, Yu Wenjie didn't say a word.

Huachun glanced at Huo Xianrou, and this girl really didn't want to die. In a sense, Duke Qin was a person who represented the emperor's thoughts. He even rushed in regardless of obstacles. His courage is praiseworthy!

While kneeling on the ground for a stick of incense, Huo Xianrou's heart also began to chill, and realizing the emperor's unhappiness, she hurriedly whispered: "My concubine is just here to deliver a cup of tea."

"Bring it." Yu Wenjie stretched out his hand.

The maid quickly brought tea and handed it over.

Without opening the lid of the tea, the emperor directly changed his hands and placed the cup in front of Huachun: "The prime minister has worked hard, drink it."

Hua Chun was taken aback, glanced at Huo Zhaoyi, and then at the tea cup in front of her. For a moment, she felt a bit wanting to die.

Yu Wenjie is really committed to giving her hatred for 25 years! Who did she provoke by sitting here? With such a cup of tea, Huo Zhaoyi still can't go back and give her a needle every day? She is innocent!

The tea given by the emperor can only be drunk. Sighing, Hua Chun picked it up and took a sip against Huo Zhaoyi's hot eyes.

Huo Zhaoyi looked at him with a gray face, gritted his teeth, and said: "The prime minister is so tired, it's time to go back and rest."

"You don't need to say this." Yu Wenjie said: "Huo Zhaoyi, concubines have the rules of concubines. When you enter the palace, did you learn less etiquette?"

Huachun rolled her eyes secretly. You were brought into the palace directly by you, so she learned ghost manners. What is this called? If you die by yourself, you don't want others to blame.

She is worthless for Huo Zhaoyi.

Huo Xianrou's face was red and white, watching the emperor hesitating to speak, and finally whispered: "My concubine knows his mistake, so I will go back to the good students and learn from the maternal concubine. My concubine retires."

With a wave of her hand, the little court lady next to her wanted to take away the tea on the table by the way.

"The tea is left." The emperor didn't lift his eyelids.

Huo Zhaoyi's face turned pale for an instant, looked at him anxiously, and said in a low voice, "You gave this tea to my concubine."

Can't just leave it here, right?

"When the prime minister finishes drinking, I will ask you to send it back." The emperor said indifferently, "It would be rude to take the tea away before the customer has finished drinking."

When her body became stiff, Huo Xianrou reluctantly smiled and said: "The emperor taught that the concubine will leave first."

"Yeah." Yu Wenjie nodded.

Looking at Huo Zhaoyi's staggering back, Hua Chun felt very curious. Yu Wenjie treated women so fiercely, so many people in the harem couldn't get covered in rain and dew, really wouldn't anyone climb the wall and cuckold him?

"It seems like it's going to rain." After a glance at the sky, the emperor said: "Hold the zhezi back to the Zichen Hall and continue watching."

"Hey, good!" After recovering, Huachun got up quickly.

The three-month period is neither long nor short. As long as she gets along well with the emperor, it’s best to increase her relationship. In this way, even if he sees through wearing women’s clothing in the future, she will have to show mercy. There is still room for negotiation.

So now, Huachun's combat mission is to desperately grab the appearance rate in front of the emperor.

A good prime minister should impress the emperor with a serious and responsible work attitude. Adhering to this central idea, after arriving at the Zichen Palace, she worked hard for half an hour and sorted out the trivial matters. The corresponding Zhuban was also given on the zhezi, and then his own suggestions were written out separately.

"Well, good job." The emperor praised her.

Huachun was overjoyed, his back straightened, and wiped the sweat from his face: "All the ministers should do."

Yu Wenjie glanced at her: "Your face is especially red."

"Ah? Really?" Reached out and touched it, it seemed a bit hot. She stretched out her hand to fan the wind and tugged at her clothes: "It's going to rain. It's a bit sultry. It's not early. Why don't you just rest in the side hall?"

"No." The emperor vetoed it.

Huachun's face collapsed, do you want to do this? She is actually very used to living in the side hall of the Zichen Hall. She was allowed to live well before, but now what...

"You need to draw the map of Liang Jingcheng." Yu Wenjie continued: "You will use it tomorrow, so you will be working here tonight. If you are tired, sleep on the soft couch in the outer hall."

Staring wide, Hua Chun watched him pull a pile of thick sheepskin from the bookshelf next to him, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Drawing a map...why should the minister do it?"

Taking a look at her, Yu Wenjie said, "No one is more familiar with this capital street than you."

Hua Chun: "..." It's over. It's Hua Jinghua who is familiar with the streets of Beijing, not her!

What about this? Would you like to paint him the map of Nanjing thousands of years later? She knows that.

Probably she was too nervous. She felt that her body was beginning to be hot and sweating constantly.

"The map is confidential." The emperor didn't notice her abnormality, and turned to look at Qin Gonggong: "Take everyone out. You don't have to wait tonight. If you need anything, I will come out and mention it."

"Yes." Duke Qin responded, took everyone away, and closed the door.

Hua Chun swallowed and said, "Your Majesty, can you let the minister take a bath first?"

Taking a look at her, the emperor stood up: "Come with me."

The back hall of the Zichen Palace occupies a huge area. In addition to the two halls inside and outside, there is a place next to it that is covered by a long screen with hundreds of flowers. Looking around, Huachun was silly.

It turned out to be a hot spring!

The arrogance and luxury of ancient emperors are indeed right, how much manpower and material resources it would take to attract such a hot spring in the palace!

However, before she had time to condemn anything, Yu Wenjie said: "This is a natural hot spring, and the Zichen Palace is chosen here because of it. Generally only I can enjoy it, but for the sake of you to be busy all night, I can let you bathe here."

What? Wash here? Hua Chun shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, the minister can't afford such a privilege. Actually, he doesn't really want to take a bath. Let's draw a map first.

"Don't you feel hot?" Yu Wenjie looked at her curiously, his eyes moved down, and she looked at her chest: "The clothes are soaked."

When he reminded him, Hua Chun felt hot and sticky all over, especially her chest, which was tightly bound, and her chest was wet with sweat.

Why is it so hot?

Gan smiled and waved his hand, Hua Chun said: "The minister can insist on persisting."

"Okay." Yu Wenjie didn't force her, he just continued to sit at the table with her, he reads books and she draws pictures.

Before the time of Sanzhuxiang, the person next to him twisted like a snake spirit, squatting on the table not enough, and still rubbing on the chair.

The throat moved slightly, and the emperor glanced sideways at her.

Huachun hummed softly, misty in front of her eyes. Her sanity is still there, but her behavior is obviously abnormal. She has seen such symptoms. In TV dramas, most female protagonists will be like aphrodisiacs. After that, it is time to have **** with the male protagonist to increase the relationship and make the plot a qualitative leap.

It's good to put this matter on other heroines, there won't be any major problems. However, at this moment, she was still wearing an official uniform and was doing office work. There was only one person next to her, and that was the emperor who held her power of life and death.

No matter where the aphrodisiac came from, no matter how powerful it was, even if she died of a blood vessel burst, she didn't have the guts to pounce Yu Wenjie.

Psychology can't beat physiology!

Gritting her teeth, Huachun stood up with all her energy and whispered: "Your Majesty, the minister should go take a bath."

Then, without waiting for the emperor's response, he rushed straight to the Baihua Screen.

Yu Wenjie raised his eyebrows, put down the book and looked at her back and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Huachun was taken aback.

The meaning of these five words is particularly profound, but now she has a muddle in her mind, just thinking that she can't lose her temper in front of the emperor, and she has no time to consider the rest, nodded and ran behind the screen and began to take off her clothes.

The emperor is the lord of the world, he is a man of style, and he will never take a peek at people taking a bath.

So comforting herself, Huachun took off her shirt, pulled off the chest strap, and threw into the water quickly.

"Wow!"

Hearing this voice, Yu Wenjie said indifferently: "The hot springs are quite effective for many diseases. The only thing you need to pay attention to is that you don't go when you are angry. It hurts your body."

The half-dead Huachun student floating in the pool could no longer hear him.

The heat on her body did not decrease, but the hot spring made it even hotter. Huachun lay on the pebbles next to her, with her face against the stone, and said in chaos, "I might be dying."

"Do you want me to save you?" someone asked in his ear.

This voice is really nice, in line with her aesthetic of voice control. Huachun smiled and said subconsciously: "Okay."

Then her whole body was taken out of the pool.

He was taken out naked by someone.