[Chapter 202 Chapter 202 Empress (Extra 7)]
The spring breeze was full all night, and the sudden rain had just stopped, so I could see two full moons.
Han Sheng's forehead was covered with sweat, and his palms felt delicate and soft on the waist.
"Your Highness." His restrained and low voice spilled out from the corner of his lips.
"Your Highness has to attend the morning court tomorrow." Trying hard to calm the heat in his heart, he secretly blamed himself for having such poor self-control.
If I continue to indulge myself, I will probably die in this bed.
Yan Qing withdrew her jade fingers, stroked his eyebrows with a sweet smile, and decided to let him go.
"Jin'an's emotional look is like a fallen god, which is the most difficult to resist."
The moment when a gentle and elegant person turns into a beast in human clothing is the most exciting.
Yan Qing looked at him and suggested: "It is better to return to the court."
Han Sheng was a man of great talent, and it was a great pity for Dayan to lose such a good prime minister.
The man interlocked his fingers with hers: "It doesn't matter whether I am a subject or a commoner. What matters is that I will always belong to Your Highness the Princess."
In this life, I will obey her orders.
The next day, Yan Qing went to the palace, leaving Han Sheng alone in the room, reminiscing about last night's extravagance.
After getting dressed and washing my face in front of the mirror, I was ready to go out.
At this time, a maid brought hot soup. Thinking it was Yan Qing's care, he curled his lips and was about to drink it up.
The maid said, "General Xu ordered me to bring it here, saying it was a secret medicine from the royal family provided by Prince Helian, which can strengthen the body."
The smile on Han Sheng's face disappeared instantly, and he put the bowl back on the tray: "Return the same way."
"Wait a minute, send it to Prince Helian." He gathered his sleeves, looking like a gentleman.
Shaoyou has a pure heart. In short, he is extremely stupid and cannot do such sarcastic things.
Only someone as cunning as Helian Muye might want to kill two birds with one stone, causing internal strife between the master and his disciples so that he can take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in.
Compared to outsiders, Xu Wenzhang's conspicuous bag doesn't seem that annoying.
He is now the manager of the princess's mansion, in charge of all affairs in the mansion.
Even if he secretly made things difficult for Helian Muye, others would probably praise him for being considerate.
The only thing he misunderstood was that the tonic sent was purely Xu Wenjian's personal work.
Or it is to thank Master for his personal teaching last night.
He felt that he had benefited a lot.
But considering that his master Han Sheng was old and a weak scholar, he went to Helian Muye to ask for his secret palace medicine recipe.
At this time, Helian Muye looked at the medicinal soup brought in by the maid, which had no steam floating on it, and sneezed several times in succession.
"You said that Mr. Han asked you to deliver it?" His eyelids twitched and he smelled something wrong.
Han Sheng held no official position, and Princess Yan Qing had never officially married a prince consort, so the servants in the palace addressed him as "Sir".
The maid bowed and reported, "Master said that the prince is weak, and the tonic medicine in the mansion must be given to you first."
Helian Muye's peach blossom eyes darkened, and he sneered, "Leave it there."
There is something else behind this statement.
He not only mocked him for being too weak to satisfy Xiao Qingqing, but also showed off his authority as the male host in front of him.
He had heard that the former Left Prime Minister was knowledgeable and well-informed, so when they first met, he knew that the man was a man of many talents and would be difficult to deal with.
Therefore, he thought about starting with Xu Wenjian and splitting the two of them first, and never considered a head-on confrontation with him.
Now it seems that we have to confront each other.
He stayed in Mingyuxuan with no intention of going out, and behaved himself quietly. When the time was almost right, he told the eunuch to wait in the front yard.
Holding the handkerchief with the blood spit on it, he invited Yan Qing, who had just returned home from court, to come over.
The waiter had a sad face and looked worried about his master, so he came to the door to greet her anxiously.
"Tell the prince to take off his clothes and lie down on the couch." Yan Qing's eyes swept over his anxious face.
Leaving behind a sentence that left him confused.
He slowly went back to his room to change out of his court robes, then carried the medicine box over.
The attendant guarding the door saw her coming and had a complicated look on his face: "Your Highness, the master has been waiting for you for a long time."
Yan Qing raised his eyelids and stepped straight over the threshold.
The attendant quickly closed the door from the outside, lowered his head and looked at his tightly grasped toes awkwardly.
It was really embarrassing for the prince to behave like that.
The doors and windows of the house were closed, and red candles were burning in the vertical lantern stands on both sides, emitting a faint and elegant fragrance.
Yan Qing said nothing and walked towards the bed.
What caught my eye was the man lying on the soft pillow, his raven-black hair scattered like a waterfall, and obvious muscle lines visible on his long but not slender arms.
Slightly better than Han Sheng, the frail scholar, but not as strong and powerful as Xu Wenzhang.
As he slightly turned sideways, his black hair rolled down, revealing the hidden golden snake-shaped armlet.
"You're here~" The androgynous voice dragged out a unique charm, half expectation and half joy.
As he turned sideways, his smooth muscle lines were hidden in the semi-transparent red gauze around his waist.
A light "Ding Ding Ding" sound was heard.
The source was the golden bell he wore around his waist.
The handsome face with exotic charm appears somewhat soft and graceful despite his sick appearance.
The blue teardrop headband adorning his eyebrows swayed gently in his lively smile.
Her eyebrows are shallowly curved like a crescent moon, her nose is straight and deep, her peach blossom eyes are like spring breeze, and her lips are slightly upturned with a charming look.
His exquisite face is like a graceful new poem, which is hard to forget once you have read it.
Yan Qing smiled playfully: "If you don't know, you would think that the prince is possessed by a snake spirit."
The smile on Helian Muye's lips almost broke.
"Your Highness the Princess always spoils the fun." He squinted at her with a hint of dissatisfaction, his voice tinged with anger.
Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "Lie down, it's time to give the injection."
He is like a good doctor who is upright, polite and not tempted by beauty.
He fiddled with the medicine box and no longer looked at the beautiful woman.
Helian Muye did not dare to disrupt her while she was doing acupuncture. He just quietly and obediently lifted his long hair to his chest and lay on her arms, allowing her to do it.
Yan Qing, who had mastered the art of acupuncture, flipped the silver needle on his fingertips and quickly placed it on the acupoint on his back.
At the same time, he also noticed several obvious scars on the man's back.
"This injury--" She was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth.
Helian Muye chuckled, his tone filled with an indelible sadness: "I don't feel the pain from the stab in the past anymore."
Like someone who is extremely sad pretending to be strong.
"I mean, this scar affects my acupuncture." Yan Qing quickly finished the acupuncture, moved a stool and sat on the bed with his legs crossed. "My master just happened to develop a scar removal cream recently."
Her eyes were as bright as sparks, and she rubbed her index fingers together: "It costs more."
Helian Muye's peach blossom eyes shrank slightly as he locked onto her, and the shimmering light in them dimmed a lot.
"With our affection—" he began sadly.
Yan Qing interrupted in time: "Talking about love costs money."
Training the military to strengthen the country, reforming agriculture and commerce, which one doesn't require money?
When it comes to money, the more the better.
"You!" Helian Muye's chest heaved, and he was obviously very angry.
This woman is so heartless!
He was the regent of You Kingdom, but he fell for such an unyielding woman.
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