concubine on top

Chapter 42

Shen Yanchuan turned his head slowly, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "The concubine can do it unconsciously if she wants to steal a man, why bother standing here with the emperor to feed the mosquitoes?"

After the rain, there were many mosquitoes around the green plants, and the little emperor didn’t feel much about the big sleeves of his toga. Hearing him talking at this time, he lowered his head and noticed that there were a few red bumps on his arms under the gauze clothes, and some flapped his wings. Little mosquitoes are flying leisurely around.

Reaching out his hand to drive away a few mosquitoes with malicious intentions, the little emperor said distressedly: "Well, I didn't think carefully. You go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and apply some medicine, and call the little Fuzi to accompany me."

"The opposite side is full of people, once the concubine leaves, someone must notice, so what's the point of the emperor standing here and not going to the banquet?"

"But……"

"Your Majesty is tired of watching it yourself." Shen Yanchuan hugged him into his arms, pressed his chest against his back, patted his waist with one hand, and teased with his thin lips against his sensitive ears, " Or do you want your concubine to punish you on purpose? Here?"

"Not at all!" The little emperor hugged Shen Yanchuan's two arms that were almost exposed to the outside, and covered the exposed part with his sleeves as much as possible, while blushing and denying, "That's... "

"Quiet." Shen Yanchuan interrupted him, and his tone did not allow him to hesitate, "Don't forget the purpose of this trip."

The little emperor stopped talking, and stroked the back of Shen Yanchuan's hand, expressing that he would continue to look carefully, but in the end he touched a lump again, and quickly covered it with his hand—my concubine... still needs my pity.

Everyone was drinking to their heart's content, and it was time for the banquet to end.

Several young people who were photographed were led by their own people, and they arrived at the Wenhua Palace one after another.

Behind the screen, Shen Yanchuan sat on the throne and applied anti-itch plaster to himself, looking out through the silk screen.

The little emperor sat at the head, with his back to him, unable to see the expression on his face, but from his every movement and every word, Shen Yanchuan seemed to have seen the young emperor's love for those who were either long-sleeved or extremely restrained in the officialdom. The newcomer sized up, asked questions, tried, with a serious expression, but also dubious.

Regarding the "butterfly", the little emperor also used a little intimidation, but after realizing that the other party could deal with it calmly, the little emperor was able to cast aside his prejudice and pay attention to the other party's abilities and aspirations.

Shen Yanchuan exhaled lightly, closed his eyes, relaxed and leaned on the back of the chair, listening to their back and forth questions and answers, he felt somewhat relieved.

The little emperor has grown up very fast.From rooting out internal scourges, to finding replacements, to personally selecting and cultivating confidantes, everything will happen naturally.

But not enough, not enough.

At this point, the difficulty of being an emperor has just begun.

The pressure and trials that Prince Gan has endured since he was a child, now it is his turn to carry them on a pair of more immature shoulders.Right now, his childishness still exists. I don't know how long this childishness will remain?

The sound of rain rang again.Shen Yanchuan opened his eyes, and there were strings of raindrops dripping from the window directly opposite, and the humid air rushed towards his face, carrying the smell of rotting flowers.

He frowned and got up, walked over and closed the small window.

It rained continuously for several days in bursts, and with each rain, the weather became hotter and the spring flowers withered.

The arithmetic class was coming to an end, and the little emperor watched Xiao Fuzi crumble those account books in the basin in the hall, and felt a different kind of joy in his heart: "Hey, in the future, they can't just pass the buck when they write off the accounts. , whoever dares to lie to me again and put those bad debts on my head, I will use their salaries to fill the gap!"

As he spoke, seeing Shen Yanchuan coming out of the side hall, he immediately raised the corners of his mouth to greet him quickly: "My concubine! Arithmetic class is over, what other arrangements do I have next?"

When asked this question, the little emperor was a little excited.

Different from before, now he is not too afraid to attend the daily lectures. After all, the Taifu and the lecturers are kind and kind, and the teachings are also practical, which can help him see through the tricks of the old guys in the past. At the same time, if he If you perform well, you can ask for more rewards from Shen Yanchuan, and the more rewards, the better!

"According to the original plan, the emperor should go to Jianting these few days." Shen Yanchuan glanced at the dark sky outside, "However, there has been a lot of rain recently, and the wet place is not conducive to walking, so it has been delayed."

The so-called "Arrow Pavilion" is not a pavilion, but a place in the palace for practicing horseback riding and archery. Because of the large venue, it is also occasionally used for exercises.

When the little emperor was thirteen or fourteen years old, he was still running wildly in the palace, and often rode his beloved little Lima to play polo in Jianting for self-amusement, but after a few years, the queen mother was worried He was not allowed to ride a horse casually on the grounds that he was injured in a fall, and only then did he think about games such as throwing pots and leaves.Now that he heard that he was able to enter the Arrow Pavilion again, the good memories of the past immediately came to life. The little emperor couldn't help but excitedly said: "Going to the Arrow Pavilion? That's great! I haven't seen my Xiao Hei for a long time!"

Shen Yanchuan saw that some playful thoughts came to his head again, so he couldn't help interrupting: "After the rain stops, the emperor can go to the arrow pavilion, but it's not to watch horses, but to learn swords and practice arrows."

"Okay, okay." The little emperor immediately smiled obediently, but his lips were still pursed, secretly amused, "I will practice martial arts well, don't worry, my concubine."

Seeing that he restrained himself, Shen Yanchuan softened his tone: "Since we haven't waited for the rain to stop yet, why don't we ask the people from Qin Tianjian to see when the sky will clear up."

"Qin Tianjian..." The little emperor looked at Shen Yanchuan with hesitation, expressing his opinion carefully, for fear that Shen Yanchuan would be displeased, "Is that accurate? I see that they are talking about each other, why are you so cautious?" Heart, Wei Yueyan Chongyue, just like the alchemist in Fuhuang Qinglufang, he just bluffs people with words that people don't understand."

At that time, the father, who was over half a century old, was completely obsessed with nonsense such as longevity and ascension, and threw all the burdens on the emperor's brother, while he went to Qinglufang to supervise alchemists' alchemy every day. After practicing so hard, he really "ascended" soon "Yes; and the poor emperor worked upside down day and night, and hadn't tasted the sudden death in the golden palace...

The little emperor really hated those god sticks. As soon as he came to the throne, he ordered all the alchemists to be exiled, all the elixirs were destroyed, and the Qinglufang was evacuated and sealed. will.

As for the Qin Tianjian, because it can deduce the calendar and set the four o'clock, although it is somewhat unclear and mysterious, it is still preserved. It is only after beating that no one dares to stand in front of the emperor again. Even if there is a report, Only reported to the Queen Mother.

Recalling the past after two years, the little emperor was still unhappy, and as he talked, his lively look disappeared, and the corners of his mouth drooped.

Shen Yanchuan knew that the little emperor had a grudge against the Lingtai Langs, but he did not agree with the rules of conduct based on preconceived prejudices.

Raising his hand to touch the soft face of the little emperor, Shen Yanchuan said firmly: "Since the Qin Tianjian exists, it should not be left alone. The emperor will follow the lead of the people. It is up to you to save the chaff and the chaff." to decide.

The little emperor looked up at him.

The fingers touching the cheeks are long and slender, the skin on the fingertips and palms are smooth and delicate, the movements are as gentle as a feather, but the temperature is a little low, like cool rain.

"it is good."