I [Imperial] Am This Type of Man

The lights are like day.

The table is full.

Ji Jinrong treats the Turkic messenger with spirits.

The Turkic messenger headed by him was about 27 or eighteen years old. He sat down with his sword and had his own grandeur.

Ji Jinrong asked Han Shizhi to introduce wine to the messenger. Due to food shortages, Daqi had issued a prohibition order. After the Turkic messenger came here, he could not buy the wine. At this moment, when he smelled the wine, the maggot in the belly Woke up immediately, and my throat tightened.

Ji Jinrong took out a few kinds of fine wines, but instead of letting people pour wine, he shivered with each other.

Turkic messengers can only cope with desire.

Ji Jinrong asked nothing important, and the messengers answered them one by one. The pronunciation of the messenger's name is difficult to remember, and the free translation is "flying eagle". The Flying Eagle is 28 years old. It is the father of five children, two men and three women, and its combat effectiveness is very amazing.

Ji Jinrong said that he would give gifts to five children. The man gave the sword and spirits, and the daughter gave the jewelry and silk. They were all good things.

The messenger only said that this was a courtesy of the Central Plains and did not care too much.

Speaking of children, Ji Jinrong asked Turkic Khan about having children.

Listening to Ji Jinrong's old age, the messenger could not help looking at Ji Jinrong. From this look, I realized that today's heroic emperor Tianzi is only half a teenager. Because Mo was still young, he kept thinking about his peers?

The messenger said: "Of course, Khan has two sons, older than you, both in their twenties."

After listening to Han Shizhi's translation, Ji Jinrong's face was a bit lost, as if they could play together if they were the same age.

Ji Jinrong asked again what was fun in Turkic.

The messenger couldn't bear it, and said, "Why not say it while drinking?"

Ji Jinrong seemed to remember that he hadn't gotten the guests to drink, and smiled loudly, "Drink while talking!"

Ji Jinrong's alcohol is not good. The wine she drinks is sweet wine, which has more sweetness and less spicy taste. He thought it was so delicious that he drank three drinks quickly before going on with the messenger to find out what was fun on their side.

The messenger was unsatisfied with three cups, and the cup was too small. At least it had to be served in a small bowl. But to Shang Ji Jinrong's earnest eyes, the messenger became patiently inexplicable, and talked about the customs and customs of Turkic, and what was delicious.

When he heard the necessary roasted whole sheep at the bonfire party, the messenger noticed that Ji Jinrong's eyes lit up a pinch of fire!

Dare to love this little majesty?

The messenger pours himself a drink and talks about what Turk has to eat while drinking. On finesse and eating, Turks are naturally inferior to the Central Plains. However, the food of Turks has its own ethnic characteristics. It sounds very different from the Central Plains and has its own advantages!

Ji Jinrong's eyes were getting brighter. He asked Han Shizhi to tell the messenger a lot of instructions. If he comes back next time, he must bring a few cooks, which can be done on any grassland.

messenger:"……"

He must be stupid to think this might be a good opportunity.

This time the feast was barely regarded as the guest and host enjoyed themselves. When parting, Ji Jinrong still reluctantly, generously took out a few wine making recipes and gave them to the messenger.

Han Shizhi told the ambassador on behalf of Ji Jinrong: "Our Majesty said that we have insufficient food to make wine, and we will simply give you recipes. Your Turks have strong horses and plenty of grain, and deserve to enjoy the strongest wine."

The messenger's heart beat. Wine! Which prairie is not good at alcohol? This is a great business!

The messenger was thinking about whether to make it obscure, and Han Shizhi said: "His Majesty also said that two of them are gifts for the two sons of the prince, so that the prince can choose what he likes to stay. Some of the craftsmen have been kept idle, so that Jun can take it home if he does not dislike it. "

There was a joy in the messenger's heart. "Thank you for your good intentions," he said.

A few days later, the Turkic envoy left with a mighty gift. Ji Jinrong personally sent it to the palace gate, and quite eagerly let the messenger return.

He Tai brought the red horse for Ji Jinrong, and Ji Jinrong turned back along the original road. Soon after, he saw Zhennan King standing in front of the steps.

King Jinnan said, "Your Majesty, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Ji Jin glorified King Zhennan.

King Jinnan said, "Would I be vigil for your Majesty tonight?"

Ji Jinrong froze.

King Jinnan stared at Ji Jinrong: "Just like the imperial forbidden army, he stayed overnight outside His Majesty's door."

Ji Jinrong was stiff.

He realized that he had overlooked many things.

Ji Jinrong said, "Departure tomorrow ..." How can I stay up all night?

King Jinnan said, "The minister doesn't matter." He stared at Ji Jinrong deeply. "Even if he doesn't sleep for ten days and ten nights, the minister will not feel tired."

Ji Jinrong said, "Hulai!"

King Jinnan said, "Your Majesty, when the minister goes for a few months, there is only such a request."

Ji Jinrong calmed down.

King Zhennan said: "Your Majesty promised." He untied the thin cloak and put it on Ji Jinrong. "The wind is a bit cold in the autumn, and your majesty should not be frozen."

Ji Jinrong: "... only a few steps."

The king of Zhennan watched Ji Jinrong.

Ji Jinrong was very persuasive: "Okay, I'll keep it. But, after a few days, it will be colder--" But don't expect him to wear it until winter.

King Zhennan was very considerate: "I heard that Xiliang people are good at mink fur, and Chen will send someone to bring it back for his Majesty."

All day, Ji Jinrong felt Zhennan King's eyes nailed to himself. In the evening, Zhennan Wang still had dinner with Ji Jinrong.

I eat southern food, which is light. During this time, Ji Jinrong ate too much roasted braised pork. She changed her taste and had an appetite.

Ji Jinrong ate half-full, and talked to the king of Zhennan about the Turkic messenger.

Turks are an immediate people, moving with the water, their Khan is an ambitious, occupying the most fertile land, built a capital city, named Heishacheng. At that time, Turks were attached to Rouran, making iron for Rouran, which belonged to "technical work". Compared with other immediate ethnic groups, Turks have a better grasp of ironmaking and other technologies, and are better at learning from the Central Plains.

Fortunately, the interior of Turks is not monolithic.

First, Turki is not a single ethnic group, but multiple ethnic groups. It is collectively referred to as "Turk" because it shares the Turkic language. Secondly, Khan is getting older, and two are growing into adulthood As my son grows older, his ambitions gradually expand, and his relationship with his brothers becomes more subtle. This is another useful point.

What Ji Jinrong has to do is to unite all the forces that can be united, all enemies that can be alienated. For example, the messenger who looks quite pleasing to the eye looks good to help.

Man, even if there is no ambition, ambition will come out when it comes to opportunities.

In front of Zhennan King, Ji Jinrong didn't care about his little stupidity, so he expressed his plans together. He didn't care about the existence of Daqi, but after seeing Wei Guohou, Han Shizhi and others, he felt that he should do something.

No way, Turks are too bullying!

The ground was sent, and the emperor had to call them Khan "Father Emperor"! No wonder the Manchu fighters had no face to let the emperor go to the court diligently. The emperor has become a son. What are these courtiers who worship the emperor? Grandson is worse!

Even if you want to die, you have to speak out.

Ji Jinrong mentioned the messenger's food, boasting to Zhennan Wang: "It's so delicious.

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Zhennan Wang instantly understood: "Wait for the minister to make a move and let His Majesty taste it."

Ji Jinrong smiled and said, "It's just right."

Full of food and drink, Ji Jinrong practiced the characters for a while, and was a little sleepy. Zhennan Wangrenren sent hot water, and Pestle said to Ji Jinrong in the palace, "Your Majesty is sleepy, let's bathe first."

Ji Jinrong: "………………"

Seeing that Zhennan King had no intention of going out, Ji Jinrong ignored it, and took off his clothes generously and went into the water.

Zhennan Wang walked over to help Ji Jinrong wash his hair and wipe his back. After Ji Jinrong was washed up and down, he reached out to pick up Ji Jinrong and dry his hair for Ji Jinrong himself.

The housekeepers came in to remove the hot water, and the tide retreated cleanly. Only Zhennan Wang and Ji Jinrong remained in the room.

King Jinnan said, "Your Majesty, Chen will leave tomorrow." He took Ji Jinrong into his arms from behind, "Chen can't be assured."

Ji Jinrong held her palm slightly.

He said slowly: "Even if I'm stuck in a bed, I have never been hurt."

As soon as the words came to an end, Ji Jinrong felt the Zhennan King shivering behind him. Ji Jinrong did not struggle, leaving Zhennan King's steely arms to tighten slowly.

King Jinnan kissed Ji Jinrong's slightly red ears: "Your Majesty ..."

Ji Jinrong froze.

King Zhennan did not explain for himself or persecute further, but reiterated the old saying: "Your Majesty, unblock the meridians for you." Although he will leave the most elite men and women, although the guard of the embargo is not bad, but He still hopes that Ji Jinrong has better self-protection ability. When you are really in danger, you can never rely on others.

Although King Zhennan's voice was ardent, he was not contaminated by desire.

Ji Jinrong struggled to turn around and looked up to face King Zhennan.

The king of Zhennan organized Ji Jinrong's long hair, as if he was not in a hurry to listen to Ji Jinrong's answer.

Even if they only have one night.

After a long time, Ji Jinrong said "um", "OK."

If it is "he", there is nothing to twist. Each time he was in bed in a serious illness, "He" always rubbed him up and down, saying that he was afraid that he would not be able to support him in the future.

Zhennan King always watched Ji Jinrong. He knew that His Majesty was smart, and with just a few traces, His Majesty could discover all the truth.

Hearing Ji Jinrong's consent, he understood that he and Ji Jinrong were back at the same place. In Ji Jinrong's heart, he changed back to that loyal hawk.

But he didn't want to be a hawk.

Zhennan King couldn't help but lean over and kiss Ji Jinrong's eyes.

Ji Jinrong's eyelids fluttered, his face flushed, and he stammered, "You, you, you, you wanton!"

Zhennan King set his hands on Ji Jinrong's waist: "It may hurt a lot next time, if your Majesty can't help but scream, don't bite your lip, it will hurt if you bite it.

When she heard "it hurts to eat," Ji Jinrong didn't dare to bite her lip.

Zhennan Wang Waner.

He pinpointed the first acupuncture point and started to open the meridian for Ji Jinrong. This is a technique he has learned in another world. Human activities are affected by the meridians, and there are countless intersection points in the entire body meridian. These intersection points are large and small acupoints. Dredging the meridians up and down along these points will make the body more flexible and more flexible. Whether it is riding or shooting, it has great advantages.

Because the meridian itself may be stretched and blocked, it may cause severe pain when dredging. This is also inevitable.

Ji Jinrong was sore in tears that she couldn't bear it, her tears couldn't help it.

Seeing Ji Jinrong so uncomfortable, the king of the south of the town couldn't help speeding up his movements and clearing all the points.

Seeing Ji Jinrong's face full of teardrops, Zhennan King bowed his head and kissed them, reaching for Ji Jinrong to cover the quilt.

Ji Jinrong was soft and closed her eyes with a false eye.

King Jinnan said, "Your Majesty, this is the happiest day of the minister for so many years." His voice contained endless thoughts. "The time that the minister did not see His Majesty was too long, and sometimes he thought he would never do it again. Impossible to see. Your Majesty, the minister never dared to tell you, never dared to tell you what he thought. Because the minister knew that in His Majesty, the minister was not the special one. The minister was just like Changsun Meng and Han Shi. -Just when His Majesty needs someone. "

Ji Jinrong's eyelids moved without opening his eyes.

King Jinnan said, "Your Majesty, the minister regretted it, and the minister regretted not telling you-for so many years, the minister regretted every day and every night. Just as your majesty taught you before, there are things that you do not strive for forever It is impossible to obtain. The minister should speak out and should strive to make himself the 'special' person in His Majesty's heart. "

Ji Jinrong opened his eyes and looked at Zhennan King.

King Jinnan took the palm of Ji Jinrong's hand: "Your Majesty, the minister does not want to regret it anymore."

Ji Jin made a dent, and slowly returned to shaking Zhennan's hand.

The Zhennan king felt only a ecstasy.

He said, "Your Majesty, you are tired, go to sleep."

Ji Jinrong closed her eyes again.

King Zhennan did not let go of Ji Jinrong's hand.

It wasn't until Ji Jinrong's breathing became gentle and even, that the king of Zhennan stood up, put on his armor, brought his sword, and walked outside the door.

The moonlight was just right outside, but the autumn wind was a bit cold. Tonight outside the dorm is the grandson Sun Meng, who stands upright, with no expression on his face.

King Zhennan said, "Go down."

Long Sun's heart jumped.

Although the king of Zhennan was intimidating, he still had the courage to say, "Humble duty is on duty tonight, and you must not leave the post without permission."

King Zhennan said, "I'll be on duty tonight."

Chang Sun Meng also had to oppose, but he felt chills on his back. Even Ji Jinrong can't get rid of Zhennan King, what can he do?

Long Sun Meng can only retreat with anger.

Although he was gone, he did not go to rest, but changed positions with other Imperial Front Guards, staring at Ji Jinrong's sleeping palace not far and close, and his ears were raised high. Will definitely rush over!

The king of Zhennan did not go in again.

King Zhennan stood at the door and looked around with his sword, as if he was really spending the night for Ji Jinrong.

Ji Jinrong inside the palace turned over and looked out through the heavy curtain. A tall and overhaul-long shadow was cast on the door without moving, as if it had stood like this for thousands of years.

Ji Jinrong closed her eyes and opened them again. Opened and closed again.

Looking at the heavy curtain, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

At that time, it was the same. Every time he was seriously ill, Wei Tingjun was not at ease, and he kept outside the door in person every night. In the beginning, he really only took Wei Tingjun as the "available person", but Wei Tingjun was so stupid that Ji Jinrong couldn't bear it.

When Jinnan King proposed "Vigil", Ji Jinrong understood everything--

He understood who Wei Tingjun was anxious to say who the "lover" was, who the Zhennan king looked at through this skin, and why he did not die, and understood why Will be here.

The calamity was born of him and he could only solve it.