In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

The study room was silent, and the warm wind passed by an old apricot tree outside the window, and the branches and leaves collided with each other, making a slight rustling sound.

Old man Cui pondered for a long time, and said: "The King of Jin is the youngest son of Emperor Changqing. At that time, the King of Jin...Emperor Changqing removed him from the title of the king and removed his name from the imperial family's jade certificate. This..."

His smile stretched out like the bright sky: "Your Majesty and this king are informal!"

The deep folds on old man Cui's face are like the withered lines on the fallen leaves in three autumns, each one has an indescribable loneliness, and the other three also have their own concerns and remain silent.

After a long while, Zhao Wufu knelt on the ground with a "boom", and said loudly: "The King of Jin is Delong Wangzun, and he has the ability to manage the world and help the people. The King of Jin governs the government, and the humble minister is sincerely convinced!"

Guan Zikuan then fell to his knees: "The king of Jin manages the government, and the minister is convinced!"

He looked at Cui and Zhou Zhou with a smile: "Do you have any objections?"

The two knelt in panic: "My minister...don't dare."

The scorching sun in the early summer was shining brightly, but it was no match for him. The smile in his eyes: "So, here is the decree, Xue Shaoluo will be restored to the title of king of Jin, and he will be crowned as the first-rank grand tutor. During the period of the king's personal conquest, he will be in charge of the government!"

【Lady strikes】

The pitch-black concoction is trapped in the lustrous luster of the white jade bowl, and the black color makes people very... very refreshing!

I smiled as smoothly as warm wind: "Brother, drink the medicine."

His jade-like cheeks are as bright as a plate of freshly made hawthorn cake: "Mmm..."

I chuckled: "The majestic King Qin, who is in charge of thousands of miles of land, is afraid of a small bowl of medicinal soup?"

He silently picked up a piece of hawthorn cake, frowning like mountains: "Master has always... well, 'clear grievances and grievances', I pushed him into a place of right and wrong, the decoction prescribed to me by his old man... how could it be a Is the word 'bitter' good?"

The freshly brewed Mowu medicinal juice is still emitting white gas, curling up like water mist in the rain last night.

Last night, the cold rain knocked on the window, pattering, and there seemed to be endless light sorrows swaying into my heart along with the continuous rain.

He leaned against the head of the bed, his face was as pale as the white clothes on his body, but his voice was as firm as a rock: "I want to conquer the southwest by myself."

The bright yellow candlelight reflected the snow-white teacup, splashing countless fine and dazzling golden light spots. The master lowered his eyes, turned the teacup in his hand, and said, "That's fine, we also have to go to the southwest to investigate the matter of Twelve Poisoning." , you go here, kill two birds with one stone."

A flash of lightning split the night sky, and the sparse shadows of flowers outside the window fell on the hanging curtains, dim like a landscape of splashed ink. After the rumbling thunder, he said softly: "Master, you know that before the death of the emperor, someone was remembering my son. Poisoned in the eight-treasure rice soup?"

Master's eyes flickered slightly, "The methods in the palace are still the same...insidious..."

He earnestly said: "I understand that the master doesn't want to get involved in right and wrong, and the disciple's heart is just like the master's, but... but for the sake of the sharp-hearted, the disciple has to do it... The emperor's brother died early, and only the remaining Yi'er is the only son, if this disciple can't protect him well, his soul will return to the underworld in the future, how can he see the emperor again?"

The master's eyes dimmed like a rainy night: "As a teacher, I disobeyed my father, abandoned the country, and avoided living in Taixi Mountain for 29 years. It's...unrighteous..."

I hastened to say: "Master is definitely not that kind of unrighteous person! If Master is the emperor's teacher, the disciples and senior brothers will be grateful!"

In the silence, the wet and cool water vapor passed through the slits between the window lattices, and rushed into the heart coolly, alas, is it still not allowed?

Suddenly, the master smiled like a warm candle on a cold and rainy night: "Being a teacher with both ability and morality, I once made Jin Wang for my father, Emperor Changqing, and proposed to establish a heir. If he is only for the emperor's teacher, would it be condescending?"

【Lady strikes】

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