[Chapter 149 Chapter 149 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (26)]
Yan Qing was led into the room by An Yi, the coachman she arranged for Han Sheng to drive.
An Yi blocked a wave of assassins for Han Sheng on the road, so he was kept by his side and used by him.
When I entered the room, Han Sheng was sitting on a low couch by the window, with one hand on the small table on the couch and the other hand holding a book to read.
Her long hair, which was often neatly tied in a crown, was draped behind her shoulders and tied with a green hairband.
Two strands of black hair hung down in front of his forehead, swaying slightly as he tilted his head to read.
His handsome eyebrows and eyes are the same as before, and his thin lips are slightly pursed.
The wide, plain robe made him look even taller and thinner, and the green bamboo embroidery on the corners of the robe looked lifelike.
The slanting light of the golden crow behind him cast a layer of orange light on his fair face.
A modest gentleman has straight eyebrows and sharp edges.
"Lord Han, how are you?" Yan Qing bowed his head and then slowly raised his eyes.
Han Sheng's look changed from confusion to surprise in just a moment.
The book in his hand almost fell, but he caught it in time and put it on the table.
He took a few steps closer, wanting to hold her in his arms, but tried hard to restrain himself: "Why is Madam here?"
The joy on his face had not yet faded, but he deliberately frowned, his expression full of disapproval, "Kyoto is a long way from here, and there are countless dangers. How can Madam come here without permission?"
Yan Qing rushed over and hugged his waist, resting her forehead on his shoulder and rubbing it gently: "Because I miss my husband, I am worried about my husband, and I can't wait to see my husband."
Han Sheng couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and the pretended seriousness between his eyebrows was replaced by gentleness like a spring breeze.
He retracted his hand from around her waist and sighed helplessly: "Madam, this is nonsense."
"Then Master Han, are you going to teach me a lesson?" Yan Qing's eyes were full of smiles. He put his hands around his waist and roamed along his straight back. "Are you going to hit my palm with a ruler, or -"
"Spanking."
Han Sheng was startled, and a faint blush spread across his ears: "Husband, Madam, please don't tease me."
Yan Qing immediately stood up straight: "Okay, I won't tease my husband anymore."
His arms suddenly felt empty, and Han Sheng felt a sense of loss.
He brought Yan Qing to the couch, made sure she was not injured at all, poured her a cup of tea, and asked about her experiences along the way.
The small table on the couch was pushed to the other end, and Yan Qing took him to sit down, leaning on his shoulder and smiling, "Don't worry, my husband, the prince will protect you all the way, and everything will be smooth and safe."
"Is it Shaoyou?" Han Sheng was slightly surprised, then his brows relaxed. "Although Shaoyou is naughty, he is pure by nature. He doesn't like writing and is determined to fight on the battlefield. If he is polished, he may be able to shine."
He truly admired Xu Wenzhang, a student who often made him frown and curse at him for being a rotten wood that could not be carved.
Yan Qing looked at him seriously: "My husband, do you blame me for having contact with a man outside of your family?"
In this harsh world for women, people would blame her for showing up in public, and even maliciously speculate that she was having an affair with a man outside her.
"Thanks to Shaoyou's protection, Madam is safe and sound. As a husband, I cannot thank him enough, so how can I blame him?" Han Sheng was afraid that she would think too much, so he held her hand to comfort her.
Yan Qing leaned on his shoulder: "Husband, you are so kind."
Han Sheng was a man who was self-disciplined and prudent, but he was not pedantic and was rather very understanding.
Such a man is indeed rare.
Unfortunately...
"About a hundred miles outside Zecheng is Panhu Mountain, where bandits are rampant." She suddenly asked, "Husband, have you heard of Qinglong Village?"
Han Sheng thought for a moment and said without bias: "I heard that a merchant passing through the city called him a righteous bandit."
"Having said that, if you hear something from someone else but haven't seen it with your own eyes, you still have to be on guard."
Yan Qing played with his long, beautiful fingers: "My husband is absolutely right."
She never revealed her deal with Qinglong Village, and she didn't mention a word about Mo Sanniang's murder.
He only considered his tone and reminded Han Sheng to pay attention to several other forces.
"Before entering the mountain, we must make preparations early." She said hesitantly with her beautiful eyes.
She was thinking about how to explain her plan to the man when she saw him leaning over and whispering in her ear.
After hearing what he said, Yan Qing's eyes were filled with emotion, and he couldn't help but sigh at the tacit understanding between the two.
Before coming to Zecheng, Han Sheng had already replaced the silver for disaster relief with other means.
Now those sealed boxes are filled with stones.
"Why not strike while the iron is hot and create trouble for some reason to put an end to the banditry in Panhu Mountain?" Yan Qing took out the secret letter that he had used to deceive the boss.
She said calmly, "This is the letter that the prince secretly intercepted."
After reading the above content, Han Sheng's expression became extremely solemn.
"They actually colluded with bandits to make money. They are unworthy of being officials!" He clenched the letter and scolded angrily.
Yan Qing gently stroked his chest: "Husband, calm down. Shaoyou and I have already contacted the leader of Qinglong Village. When the time comes, we can just cooperate with them from inside and outside to catch them off guard."
There was an excitement on her little face, as if she had accidentally let the cat out of the bag.
Noticing the complicated look in the man's eyes, she quickly covered her mouth and pretended to be innocent.
Han Sheng felt that she looked cunning, so he suppressed the curve of his lips and asked, "Madam, how many things are you hiding from me?"
Although his expression was serious, there was no trace of blame in his eyes.
Yan Qing blinked guiltily: "No more."
"I will send someone to escort Madam and Shaoyou back to Beijing tomorrow." He sighed and made the decision.
He had anticipated the constant troubles along the way.
There is another disaster waiting for us at Panhu Mountain, which we are about to pass.
Even if he delivered the relief funds safely, it would probably not be easy for him to return to Beijing safely.
Your Majesty promoted him to the position of Left Prime Minister in order to cultivate a force that could compete with the aristocratic families.
Coming from a poor family, he is undoubtedly the best candidate.
This disaster relief trip also gave the nobles an opportunity to deal with him.
With danger looming, how could he let his wife suffer with him?
Yan Qing shook her head firmly and kissed his lips angrily: "I am willing to stand by my husband's side."
The kiss penetrated the teeth, lips and tongue entangled.
When they separated, they were breathing heavily, with their silver threads connected.
"Madam, why are you so troublesome?" Han Sheng gently brushed her furrowed brows with his fingertips.
Yan Qing sat astride him, the corners of her eyes flushed with rosy red, her eyes full of charm: "Being with my husband, both bitterness and sweetness are present."
"Lord Left Prime Minister..." Seeing that the door was not closed tightly and there was no one guarding outside, the postmaster muttered to himself what he wanted to report and pushed the door open and walked in.
But he didn't expect to see Han Zuoxiang, who was always upright and honest, holding a young man in his arms and flirting with him.
I must be dazzled, try again.
Thinking this, he stepped out, closed the door and opened it again.
I saw Lord Zuo Xiang and the handsome young man in his arms looking over at the same time.
He closed his eyes hurriedly: "Haha, I didn't wake up from my nap, I'll go back and sleep again."
He groped his way out of the door like a blind man, tripped over the threshold and almost fell on his face.
Yan Qing glanced at the men's clothes on her body, then she lay on top of Han Sheng and laughed so hard that her body trembled slightly.
Han Sheng hugged her to prevent her from slipping off his legs, and his clear eyes were filled with doting.
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