After Waking up Beside the Villain

    The wooden bolts of the temple gate clapped together.

    The night infiltrated through the shadow of the lamp, and blurred traces were cut on the table and chairs.

    When the black robe passed by, she was caught off guard by a slender white hand.

    Lu Fenglou leaned against the table and chair, looked up at him, his eyes blurred: "Teacher..."

    The lingering aroma lingers.

      With the golden needle, Your Majesty only needs to endure for a while, and when the needle is finished, the medicinal power will be relieved—"

    With a snap, a raised hand knocked off Chu Yunsheng's needle bag.

    Lu Fenglou was panting rapidly, staring at Chu Yunsheng, her peach blossom eyes shrouded in water and burning: "Teacher...I don't want to hear this."

    The dim candlelight smeared between them.

      Lou crimson sweaty face.

    Lu Fenglou closed his eyes.

    Chu Yunsheng asked: "How about your Majesty's ministers?"

    Lu Fenglou did not answer.

    He let out a small breath, his fingers gripping Chu Yunsheng's robe with force, and the fabric made a piercing sound.

    Chu Yunsheng grabbed the hand, squeezed his wrist and buckled it to the back of the chair.

    A wide sleeve slid down from her wrist, revealing Lu Fenglou's white jade-like forearm. Protected by Yi Rong ointment, even after being devastated by the military, it has never been rough and tanned.

    Bai Shengsheng's arms were moist and beautiful, and his eyes hurt.

    Chu Yunsheng distinguishes the look in Lu Fenglou's eyes, a solemn and restrained face is very close to Lu Fenglou's sweaty face.

    The dragon robe was on the ground, and the wind was blowing against the window lattice.

    Lu Fenglou's eyes focused on Chu Yunsheng's thin lips.

    The sweet breath instantly entangled.

    Like a hint of melted sugar.

    The lips and teeth were attached to each other, and the corners of Lu Fenglou's eyes were slightly red: "Teacher must I... take it off by myself?"

    Hot and humid breath.

    Chu Yun said in a low voice, "How dare you."

    Shoes and socks are off.

    Skinny and slender feet stepped on the edge of the table, the instep arched tightly, and the pen holder on the edge of the table fell down and rolled to the ground.

    Chu Yunsheng threw the messy cushions on the chair and carried Lu Fenglou into the bed.

    Lu Fenglou bit into Chu Yunsheng's neck with such force that he almost tore off a piece of flesh.

    "How much does Your Majesty hate your ministers?" Chu Yunsheng took a slow breath and asked in a hoarse voice.

    The rain outside the hall is getting worse.

    Lu Fenglou let go of Chu Yun's voice, his lips were stained with blood, and his peach blossom eyes were dark and dark in the rain: "Teacher, don't you think I should hate you?"

    He pressed the tooth marks on the side of Chu Yunsheng's neck, and smiled slowly: "Ever since I can remember, I have known that you are my teacher and a friend of the royal father. I have taught me for a few days, but I have really regarded you as a teacher. You are wise and tactful, and you can succeed in everything. Later, you are powerful and regent... They all say that the day when the father and emperor dies, Dajin should die. It's you who continued this dying life for it."

    "You should always be my teacher."

    Lightning flashes outside the window, and it suddenly blew into Lu Fenglou's eyes.

    His voice dropped suddenly: "But I can't forget, when you were fourteen years old, you sat on the dragon chair jokingly and looked at me."

    "I had nightmares for six years, dreaming that I was pierced by the teacher's sword and kicked off the chair."

    Chu Yunsheng looked at the pair of peach blossom eyes.

    Lu Fenglou leaned against him, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, the rumors of the people are never wrong... You are indeed a wolf with ambitions, and you are rebellious, and you will commit the following crimes. In the future, if you can't ascend to the throne of God , it deserves to be slashed with a thousand swords and tortured."

    "You have to kill me."

    Lu Fenglou's fingers flexed and tapped on Chu Yunsheng's heart.

    He guessed the little brat's intentions, he followed the waistline and slowly buckled the softened waist into his palm: "Your Majesty's strange minister's dereliction of duty, the minister will teach His Majesty today. class."

    “Love in the world, success or failure.”

    The wind blew suddenly and the rain continued.

    The palace gate was broken open late at night, and 800 li rushed to the closed gate of Zhaoyang Palace.

    Wende knocked on the door of the palace anxiously, and shouted as hard as he could in the violent rain: "My lord! My lord! The border is in a hurry! Dazhou sent troops to press the twelve cities in the north!"

    In the panic, Wende didn't have time to think about Chu Yunsheng's messy clothes and hair, so he hurriedly called someone. The messenger was sent by the regent's palace, which means that the expedited battle report this time is not a fake, but a real one.

    Da Zhou did not send troops early and did not send troops late, but it happened on these two days, and it happened to be spread to the capital at this time. If Lu Fenglou was really poisoned when the Prince Regent came, he was in a coma, and then there was an urgent battle report calling the Prince Regent away overnight to lead the troops—then Chu Yunsheng didn’t even need to think about it, he Knowing that he can turn his head and be charged with rebellion is still the kind of iron-clad evidence.

    But if the family only has these two tricks, it will not be enough.

    "Take armor and prepare your horse."

    Passed the order, Chu Yunsheng returned to the hall, bypassed the screen, and came to the dragon bed.

    Chu Yunsheng pressed the corner of Lu Fenglou's quilt, picked up his clothes and dressed them neatly, then took out a small token and placed it beside Lu Fenglou's pillow.

    Under the dim light, he stared at Lu Fenglou's sleeping face for a moment, then chuckled in a low voice: "Your Majesty, take care, I retire."

    The door of the hall opened and closed, and the wind and rain came and went.

    The last palace lantern in Zhaoyang Hall was blown out by a cool breeze that leaked into the room.

    In the dark room, Lu Fenglou closed his eyes and turned over.

    Outside the city, on the outskirts of Beijing, in a deep house compound, someone hurriedly entered the door through the corridor.

    The person standing by the window listening to the rain didn't turn his head back and asked in a low voice, "How many?"

    Someone in the shadow replied: "Become one. That dark pile was selfish, changed the medicine, started a little late, was hit by Chu Yunsheng, and killed on the spot. Fortunately, Mr. Mu It's accurate, when Zhou Jun moved, the battle report happened to be delivered."

      Go, go hastily, the little emperor has no soldiers or soldiers in the capital, so there is nothing to be afraid of. When Miao Shizi ascends the throne, it will be regarded as the general trend. But no matter what, don't make any mistakes in Chu Yunsheng. "

    "When he leaves, the best thing is that he won't be able to reach the border, and the capital... will never come back."

    It is night.

    It rained heavily for two days and nights in late spring.

    The capital is damp and moss grows in the corners.

    Perhaps because of the rain, or for other reasons, there were few pedestrians in the once prosperous streets and alleys, but the number of soldiers wearing unfamiliar leather armor gradually increased. The people seemed to have a premonition of something, and they all closed their doors and closed their doors, bowing their heads and walking cautiously.

    Because of the heavy rain, it stopped for two days.

    Lu Fenglou didn't go anywhere else, just stayed in Zhaoyang Palace to play chess, as if she didn't know the life and death of the border, and the changes in Beijing.

    The rain stopped on the third day, and the morning light did not rise.

    In the early morning, Lu Fenglou stepped into the Taiji Hall as usual.

    The atmosphere in the hall is strange and heavy, and the wind and rain are coming.

    The sights of the ministers were cold and sharp, complex and strange, like a sword through the chest, nailed to Lu Fenglou, watching him walk up the jade steps.

    Lu Fenglou turned a blind eye to this.

    He sat directly on the dragon chair, glanced down, and found that the number of civil and military officials was nearly half, so he said with a little surprise: "The two days of heavy rain, how come there is so much less? officials? But they all contracted the cold and were sick?"

    The lower ministers all had a calm face and ignored him.

    The hall was silent for a while, and needles could be heard falling.

    This strange silence is depressing and condensed.

    Lu Fenglou pressed his forehead, looked at the courtiers below, and said with a smile: "Why, all the gentlemen are dumb? Can't answer my words? Half of the ministers are outrageous."

     Still no answer.

    At this moment, Patriarch Sun, who seldom speaks in the courtroom, suddenly stepped out of the queue of hundreds of officials.

    "Reporting to Your Majesty, there is no precedent for my court to open Enco. It is indeed an inappropriate move. I also ask Your Majesty to withdraw the order." I didn't expect that the Sun family would suddenly mention this matter.

    Lu Fenglou glanced at Patriarch Sun: "The matter of Enke was decided by the teacher."

    "Three days ago, the border was in an emergency, and the regent had gone to the border city to lead troops. The capital is thousands of miles away from the border, and the journey is difficult and dangerous. I am afraid that the regent is too busy to take care of himself and has no intention of taking care of the affairs in Beijing." road.

    Lu Fenglou smiled and said, "Aiqing is bold."

    The master of the Sun family did not change his face, and even seemed to disdain to pretend to be the hypocritical half minister of the past, only raised his head slightly, and said very rudely: "Your Majesty, apart from this report, the minister today There is good news and bad news to tell Your Majesty."

    Lu Fenglou said with a sullen face: "Tell me."

    Master Sun said: "The bad news is that a flash flood broke out in Diezhou a few days ago, causing countless casualties. And after the flash flood, a stone tablet appeared in the world, with the inscription 'The Son of Heaven is not benevolent, and the dragon is hidden in the mountain'. The content of the stone tablet It spreads among the people, and people's grievances are boiling. In order to appease the hearts of the people, His Majesty's own decree cannot be delayed any longer."

    "The Son of Heaven is not benevolent."

    Lu Fenglou chewed on these four words carefully, and laughed instead of being angry: "Master Sun is bold. If you say this, it is a serious crime to punish the Nine Clan!"

    If the head of the Sun family did not hear the chill in Lu Fenglou's tone, he continued: "This is bad news. The good news is that Li Jiajun of Diezhou followed the four characters at the back of the stone monument and searched the surrounding groups. Mountain, in the county seat at the foot of the mountain, the orphan of the King of Anjun was found. The only son of the King of Anjun died accidentally in the mountain torrent, leaving only the five-year-old young son. The Li family's army rushed all night and escorted the young son to the capital. "

    He looked up at Lu Fenglou: "I don't know, Your Majesty, when will you be summoned?"

    Lu Fenglou squinted slightly: "What if I don't want to be summoned?"

    Patriarch Sun said nothing.

    A loud smile suddenly came from outside the Taiji Hall: "I'm afraid Your Majesty will have to see you!"

    As soon as Patriarch Zhao entered the hall, he looked above the jade steps and looked directly at Lu Fenglou, his eyes were sharp and compelling, but Yan Yan said with a smile: "Your Majesty, this is the grandson of the King of Anjun. , Lu Wenmiao."

    Lu Fenglou's face turned cold: "Master Zhao is really bold."

    Patriarch Zhao did not change his smile: "It's not as faint as Your Majesty."

    Lu Fenglou stood up suddenly: "Presumptuous!"