My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 2

　"Then Yang Liang was the emperor's accompanying reader back then. At that time, the emperor was not the emperor, but the prince..."
　　Chen Wei kept tossing the black concoction in the bowl with a spoon, blowing on it from time to time.
　　Chen Zeming was lying on the bed, and the twenty lashes on his back made him lie down like this in a short time. The strange thing was that the final decision of the Criminal Ministry was not as harsh as he thought. He is still in a position where he is waiting. They even gave him a month's vacation so that he could heal his injuries. This allowed him to listen to his father talk about some of the past in the dynasty.
　　"... The prince must not be loved by the first emperor... The first emperor tried to abolish the prince and change him to Lisheng three times, but was stopped by the ministers who supported the prince.
　　Serving Yang Ting...that is, Yang Liang's dead father." Chen Zeming suddenly. Chen Yi glanced at Aiko, and couldn't help showing a distressed look. He is the only son. Although his family education is rigorous, he has always regarded himself as a strict father, and he has never spoiled him at all. However, the nature of father and son is inevitable.
　　"I've been old for a long time, and I have long ignored Korean affairs. The officialdom is dark, and I can't mention the intrigue during the period. But now you are an official..." Chen Xi seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped. Without speaking, he hesitated for a while before sitting down in front of the bed and handing the bowl to his son.
　　Chen Zeming sat up to take it, bowed his head about to drink, and suddenly heard his father whisper: "It is said that the little emperor is good at Longyang... if you can avoid it, you can avoid it."
　　Chen Zeming couldn't help stopping, turning his head to look at his father. Chen Yi got up and left, and the door was closed with a creak. Chen Zeming suddenly remembered the way he looked at Yang Liang in the Imperial Study that day, and his heart jumped.
　　
　　The young man recovered quickly. In less than a month, Chen Zeming was another big living person jumping for joy.
　　After the holiday, he went back to the camp. On this day, while leading the soldiers to patrol the palace, one person walked towards him. He was very familiar. He looked carefully, but it was the father-in-law Han who led him into the palace. Chen Zeming hurriedly stood still and gave the ceremony. The two chatted for a while, and Father Han smiled and said, "Is the injury healed?"
　　Chen Zeming remembered that night when the crowd was asking for something boring. Father Han thought he had seen it too. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He bowed his head and said, "
　　Dear Father. The emperor was furious and wanted to be punished. If it weren't for
　　Mrs. Yang's please, I'm afraid it would be difficult for the father-in-law to see you in the palace today." "Mrs. Yang?!" Chen Zeming was surprised and almost blurted out. Give a name.
　　Gonggong Han covered his mouth and smiled: "Who else can it be? Yang Liang from the front office of the palace can only be the one who can tell you this. Go back and quickly back up the gift and send it to Yang Mansion. Thank you. It's not in vain. He had dry mouth and lips when he told you that day."
　　Chen Zeming couldn't help being stunned.
　　When he woke up, Father Han had already left without a trace, and the soldiers were still by his side, looking at him with a face and doubt.
　　As expected, Chen Zeming prepared a generous gift and sent it to the Yang Mansion. He waited but couldn't wait for Yang Liang, so he had to leave the gift list in return. After waiting for a few days, Chen Zeming didn't reply to the news from the Yang Mansion.
　　On this day, I happened to pass by the hotel where I was fighting with Yang Liang. Seeing that the hotel had already been cleaned up and reopened, suddenly stepped in on a whim. Xiao greeted him and led him to the second floor.
　　There were almost no guests upstairs, only a man sitting by the window.
　　Chen Zeming glanced intently, but couldn't help being surprised. He was unintentional. The man by the window noticed the incoming person and turned his head around, and the two of them faced each other. Chen Zeming also didn't know whether he should be happy or embarrassed, whether he should move in or retreat with his raised foot, and suddenly froze in place.
　　After Yang Liang was surprised, he still had that lazy smile, and he raised a glass to him: "What a coincidence."
　　Chen Zeming hesitated for a moment, walked to the table, and saw two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, but only one glass with wine, the other The wine glass was buckled on the table with the mouth down, slightly strange in his heart
　　, and said, "... sir Yang is waiting for someone?" Yang Liang hesitated slightly and smiled: "...No, it's just a matter of contentment...Chen When the adults arrived, they happened to drink for two. Please!" He said, turning over the empty wine glass and pouring a full glass of wine into it with his own hands.
　　When Chen Zeming said this, he wanted to take the opportunity to retreat. Seeing Yang Liang's move, he could only sit down. Pick up the wine glass, weigh it, and take a sip with your head up.
　　Yang Liang stared at him and said with a smile: "
　　Master Chen has a straightforward temperament, and he can even see it when he drinks." Chen Zeming couldn't help but stop when he heard something in his words. Yang Liang kept silent, and just ordered people to serve food. He is very familiar with this situation, and everyone in the patting school can be named, and from time to time, people come to say hello, seemingly familiar.
　　Chen Zeming couldn't help being surprised. He thought that after this person was also an official, how could he be so familiar with the market. Seeing Yang Liang commenting on the delicacies on the plate, ridiculing street style, humorous speech, and romantic manners, he showed no malice to himself, and he could not help but gradually eliminate the initial disgust. It was only his father's words that made him feel a little grudge. The person in front of him seemed to be an upright man. Could it be that he belonged to the emperor... After
　　drinking a few glasses, he forgot about it, but he felt that the person in front of him spoke interestingly and talked speculatively. The place is like a spring breeze, and later, it seems that they have been intersected for many years.
　　The next day he got up, his head heavy as iron, recalling that both of them were drunk yesterday, and they didn't know how they got home.
　　I was stunned and suddenly heard the young man come to report, saying that the Yang mansion had replied to the letter, and also sent a gift in return. I brought the gift up and looked at it, but it was an old wine. Chen Zeming couldn't help but smile, and he relaxed for no reason.
　　
　　Life is always unpredictable. A few days after his birthday, and only half a month later, Chen Hui went to jail because of the formation of a party by the minister of the DPRK and China. It was a grievance. Chen Wei had given the minister some silver when he was in the court, just for the promotion of the nephew of the family. A few years later, I had forgotten about it long ago, but he was turned over by others, and as a party member, he was implicated in the case.
　　After learning the news, the Chen Mansion was in chaos. Chen Zeming was flustered. The day of his life happened to coincide with his rest, so he couldn't enter the palace, so he had to bring some silver and do some work up and down before he entered the big house.
　　The night is already deep at the moment, and the emperor Han Gong Gongdao is reviewing the memorial in the imperial study room. It will be used by the court tomorrow. Chen Zeming couldn't help but change his color and almost knelt: "Father-in-law, please help me." He also knew that the emperor never saw courtiers at this moment, but his father was old and weak, so how could he withstand the many ordeals of the prison.
　　Father Han just shook his head.
　　Chen Zeming gritted his teeth: "Father-in-law, you just said that I broke in, everyone can't stop it."
　　Father-in-law Han looked at him for a long while, his face was embarrassed, and finally, he sighed and turned his back.
　　Chen Zeming knew that he was tacitly agreeing, and he was overjoyed: "Father-in-law, one day in the future, I will repay you a great kindness." Father-in-law Han waved his hand and said nothing.
　　Chen Zeming ran to the temple, but was stopped by the warrior at the door: "Stop!" The two soldiers recognized him, but they still refused to let him in. Play."
　　Chen Zeming saw that the two men were determined and had to step back two steps.
　　A soldier's expression softened, what was about to speak, Chen Zeming suddenly shouted: "pro-cavalry army guards Douyu Hou Chen Zeming, events asked to see Long live!"
　　That stunned soldiers, help to stomp: "Du Yuhou, this place can not tolerate You are presumptuous!"
　　Chen Zeming just said repeatedly, "Chen Zeming, please!" After
　　a while, the door of the palace quietly opened. The soldiers glanced at each other and stepped back to make way.
　　After sitting at the table, the emperor saw Chen Zeming enter the room and knock his head frequently. Obviously, it was a private matter, his face sank, and he said coldly: "What's the matter? You have to think about it."
　　
　　Chen Zeming was panicked at this moment. But he couldn't tolerate him being afraid of the mighty powers, and quickly explained the whole story, saying: "Long live my father, he hasn't asked about the world and retaliate for many years. Why has he ever formed a party for private purposes? What can he do for private purposes!"
　　The emperor frowned as if he was impatient, but he was still indifferent when he saw his excitement so far. He only stared at his face for a moment, then brought the memorial to his eyes and looked at it again.
　　Chen Zeming waited for a while, and when he saw that the emperor ignored him again, he was panicked and whispered a few long life. The headed eunuch on duty shook his hand straightly at him, Chen Zeming seemed to be missing, and the louder he shouted.
　　The emperor turned a deaf ear to his ears, picked up his pen, put it aside for a while, stretched out his hand, and took out a memorial, seeming to say casually: "...well, you come to bed tonight."
　　Chen Zeming was stunned and couldn't understand his meaning for a moment, but he saw the eunuch immediately bent over and said, "The slave retires." He said that he led everyone to exit the door. Under the jumping candlelight, the door closed quietly, until the moment the door was closed, there was a soft "bang".
　　Chen Zeming knelt on the spot and was suddenly startled by the sound.
　　
　　At this moment, the hall was quiet, almost audible needle dropping.
　　Chen Zeming was terrified, and he didn't know how the situation turned to this place that he had never thought of. Just staring blankly at the little emperor sitting in the room, reviewing the memorials slowly. Don't know how long it took, the emperor rolled his sleeves and put the pen in, and looked at him.
　　Chen Zeming suddenly became sober, without waiting for his eyes to meet, he hurriedly lowered his head and said: "...Weichen...Weichen retire..." He bent down and walked back, unknowingly he was already sweating heavily on his back.
　　The other party didn't say anything to stop it, and Chen Zeming had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Perhaps it was because he had listened to the secret, or the other party's body of ten thousand gold could not do what is difficult for a strong man. After a stiff elbow, he hit the doorway and turned around quickly.
　　However, the emperor suddenly said lightly behind him: "You don't care about your father's head?"
　　Chen Zeming's hand froze in the air, and he could no longer stretch out any further. After a long stunned, Chen Zeming turned around and knelt with a "plop" and looked up. The little emperor was looking at him with interest, with a ridiculous smile on his face.
　　Chen Zeming saw his look and then realized that what the other party said seemed to be a joke but was serious. He couldn't help but straighten his scalp, but he didn't give up and said: "...please... long live your favor..."
　　The little emperor looked at him. Speaking, my eyes are cold. After a long while, he said, "I can't come and undress with me. Is it because I want me to serve you?"
　　Chen Zeming bowed his head and knelt still. At this moment, he could not go, but he was unwilling to submit. He was at a loss and didn't know how to respond, so he could only insist on stubbornly and weakly. He was an adult man with an ape back and a bee waist, but his kneeling body suddenly seemed a little thin at this moment.
　　The emperor laughed: "The so-called dutiful son..."
　　Chen Zeming suddenly raised his head, his lips opened, his expression agitated as if he had something to say, but after a while, he seemed to realize something and shut up sadly. The emperor said: "Are you not convinced?"
　　Chen Zeming whispered: "...Chen, I dare not." The
　　emperor leaned back in his chair and said lazily: "Come here."
　　Chen Zeming couldn't help but tremble slightly. The emperor's eyes suddenly became cold, and although his tone was still gentle, the content was already gloomy: "Should I say it a third time?"
　　Chen Zeming had no way to go, so he had to get up and walk to his desk.
　　The emperor
　　flicked his wide sleeves and spread his hands and said, "Give me your clothes." Chen Zeming was born as an official and was used to being served by others since he was a child. It was the first time in his life that undressing others. The other party was still the emperor, so it was disrespectful to stand face to face to undress him, so he knelt on the side of the chair and stretched out his hand to untie the other party's belt. He was frightened in his heart, and naturally, his hands were daunting, and he didn't make any progress for a long time.
　　The emperor leaned back on the chair and glanced at him from the bottom of his eyes, not caring about his strangeness. After watching for a long while, Chen Zeming suddenly stretched out his finger to touch his face, and Chen Zeming involuntarily turned his head to avoid it.
　　The emperor frowned and let out an "um", the tone seemed suspicious but implicitly threatening.
　　Chen Zeming thought that his father's life was hanging by a thread, so he turned his head back and couldn't help being embarrassed.
　　The emperor smiled and said: "This is a little like serving the emperor with his own body."
　　... The
　　emperor was caught off guard and was pushed down in his chair. He opened his
eyes and said angrily, "Bold!" With a plop, he bowed his head and knelt. The sniffles are getting heavier and heavier, and it is hard to suppress the sourness that surges from his chest. After this tossing, the clothes on his body were pulled apart by the two. He was almost half-naked and the clothes were not covering his body. He looked embarrassed and embarrassed.
　　The emperor looked at him coldly for a long while, and suddenly said: "I know Aiqing is not in this way, this move is a bit reluctant..." As he took out something from his sleeve, Chen Zeming looked up in a daze, concentrating for a while, and finally saw that it was a pill. . The emperor said softly: "This pill is named'Xiaoyao'. You won't have that much discomfort if you take it. If Aiqing likes it, then accept it." He said it and handed it to his hand. ...

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