Chaos on the temples: You can't escape if you provoke treacherous ministers

Chapter 423 Provoking the Brothers

When Haitang returned to the General's Mansion, the imperial guards had already left.

She didn't care what the imperial guards were looking for at the emperor's order, nor did she care about the situation of the general's mansion, but when she came out just now, a guard stopped her to search her body, but she refused, and the guards dragged her away. When she slammed, Han Zhao rushed over, stood in front of her, and slapped the imperial guard across the face.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that this man was tall and had a wide back, which could completely protect her.

After entering the gate of the mansion and passing through the hall, Haitang saw Han Zhuo sitting on the veranda on the west side, walking towards this side with a dark face.

"Second Young Master, Eldest Young Master, tell me that you are not allowed to leave the house for a few days!" A young servant followed behind, wanting to stop him but dared not, so he could only persuade with a bitter face.

Han Zhuo turned around and kicked the servant hard, "Dog, do you need to remind me?"

The boy staggered a bit from being kicked, and Ai Ai said: "I don't dare to disturb the second son, but the general also explained..."

Angrily, Han Zhuo kicked the boy again, then sat down on the side railing angrily, opened the fan, and shook it vigorously, "Staying in the mansion all day is no different from going to jail, isn't it just Qin Zhenzhen?" In the case, Yan Mu has already been arrested, tortured, and forced to confess his guilt, what a lot of trouble. Uncle and elder brother are just thinking too much. With the status of the Han family in the court, is it good to be so cautious? It's really annoying!"

Seeing that Han Zhuo sat down, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled obsequiously: "The girl from the Xiaoxiang Hall is indeed seductive, no wonder the second son thinks so much."

Han Zhuo snorted, opened the fan and shook it, "It seems like you have tasted it before."

"Oh, even if you sell yourself, it's not enough to buy girls a smile."

"Hmph, who's going to buy you with stinky meat all over your body?"

"No, the little one is a dog next to you."

"Dogs are worse."

The servant bowed his head and laughed along with him, "The younger one is to look at the Begonia girl in the Grand Master's courtyard. She was the oiran of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion before, and she is really beautiful."

Han Zhuo narrowed his eyes, "Not only beautiful, but also attractive."

"The eldest son has never brought a woman back to the mansion, except this one."

"Brother is a person who does great things, but he just keeps it by his side for fun."

"That's right, you can't still marry into the family, after all, you are a prostitute."

When Haitang heard this, a cold look flashed in her eyes, she changed her mind, then turned around and walked along the corridor.

At this time, the boy went to bring tea to Han Zhuo, leaving him sitting there alone, looking bored.

When Haitang approached, Han Zhuo heard the movement, turned his head to see her, narrowed his eyes, and turned back.

Haitang scolded Han Zhuo in her heart, and when she passed by him, she deliberately dropped the handkerchief, and the wind blew it right in front of Han Zhuo.

She walked over, carrying a gust of fragrance, and then bent down to pick it up, revealing a bit of spring on her chest.

"Second Young Master, the handkerchief of the slave family has blown to your feet, can you pick it up for the slave family?"

She looked up and saw Han Zhuo hastily turned his head away.

"Ahem, pick it up yourself!"

Haitang pouted secretly, moved closer, bent down again, reached for the handkerchief, pretended not to squat firmly, and leaned towards Han Zhuo.

"Oh!" Haitang fell down leaning on Han Zhuo's legs, then raised her head, and said softly, "Second Young Master, please help me."

Han Zhuo looked at Haitang in front of him, his face was fine, but his heart was already very itchy, especially since he had been locked up in the mansion for the past few days, and he was bored.

Haitang leaned against his thigh softly, looking at him with winking eyes, he pretended to help her and held her hand, but she didn't resist.

Han Zhuo felt even more itchy now, "Is my brother busy these days?"

"Yeah, I've been busy all day and all night, and I've been alone in the empty room for several days." Said Haitang and rolled her eyes at Han Zhuo.

Han Zhuo tutted, "No matter how busy you are, you can't ignore the little beauty."

Haitang leaned on Han Zhuo's lap again, "Second Young Master knows how to be compassionate and cherish jade."

Han Zhuo smiled, bent down to pick up the handkerchief at his feet, and handed it to Haitang.

Haitang reached out to pick it up, but just as he touched it, Han Zhuo pulled it away again.

"The peonies in Fuxiang Pavilion are blooming."

Haitang rolled her eyes, "Is it beautiful?"

"You have to look at it to know if it's beautiful. Miss Haitang, what do you think?"

Saying that, Han Zhuo stood up, raised the handkerchief in his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it, took another look at Haitang, and then walked out of the veranda.

Haitang sneered, she only used [-]% to [-]% of her strength, and Han Zhuo was hooked. Sure enough, a scum is a scum.

A quarter of an hour later, Haitang ran out of Fuxiang Pavilion with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, deliberately tearing the collar of her clothes while running.

When he ran to the west courtyard, he ran into Han Zhao, so he threw himself into his arms, wept without saying a word, his face was pale and his body was trembling.

Han Zhaoxian was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Haitang like this, and expected something, his eyes suddenly became stern. At this moment, Han Zhuo ran over, his clothes were messed up, and there was a scratch on the jawbone on his face, he looked very embarrassed .

"Smelly bitch, it's your luck that I don't care about you, don't be ignorant!"

He didn't see Han Zhao until he finished cursing, he paused, and then rushed to him, "Brother, this bitch..."

Clap!
Before Han Zhuo could finish his sentence, Han Zhao slapped him, making him stupid.

"Big brother..."

"You dare to touch my man!" Han Zhao gritted his teeth, looking extremely fierce.

Han Zhuo was frightened by Han Zhao's appearance, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly explained: "Brother, it was her, she seduced me, I just... I just couldn't hold back for a while!"

Hearing this, Haitang cried even harder.

"You said she seduced you?" Han Zhao narrowed his eyes.

"Yes!" Han Zhuo nodded hurriedly.

"Then did she resist?"

"what?"

"What's with the wound on your face?"

Han Zhuo said foolishly: "She caught me, and she wouldn't let me touch her... No, no, I went to Fuxiang Pavilion, and she followed, she was clearly trying to seduce me."

"He took the veil from the slave family, and the slave family just wanted to get it back." Haitang explained while crying.

Han Zhao looked at Han Zhuo and saw that Han Zhuo was still holding the veil of Haitang in his hand, so it was useless for him to explain it now.

"Han Zhuo, you trash, I pampered you before, making you think that the General's Mansion is really your home!"

"Brother..." Han Zhuo widened his eyes, "Brother, I, I... I was really wronged!"

"Get out of the General's Mansion immediately!" Han Zhao shouted angrily.

Haitang lay in Han Zhao's arms, and could hear his heartbeat, which was heavy and urgent, and seemed to really care about her.

So she cried more urgently and more wronged, as long as this trick works.

Sure enough, Han Zhao became even more angry. Seeing that Han Zhuo didn't move, he scolded the guards and drove Han Zhuo out.

"Don't allow him to enter the General's Mansion again!"

(End of this chapter)