Chapter 32： Temptation

"The southwest side of Jingjing was attacked." Acer Zheng took a secret letter on the table and looked at him deeply.

"The second emperor brother, is he injured?" Jing Yan asked in shock, seeing the calmness of Hongzheng Emperor, realizing that his brother should have no worries about his life, and this was a little calm down.

Acer is converging, and handed the letter to him: "Look at it yourself."

Jing Hao quickly opened the thin piece of paper, swept through those slogans, and eagerly searched for the word "safe."

"...Fortunately, the three royal brothers gave the guards a desperate fight, and the children did not have any serious problems. They returned to Beijing after a long time..." When he saw this line, Jing Hao sighed, and he looked at it from the beginning. Return to the father.

The meaning of the letter is that things have already had an eyebrow. For the assassination, it is only a word, but with the temperament of Jingjing, it is said that it was extremely dangerous at that time. Jing Hao slowly held his fist. If it was the Southwestern King, it would definitely be a hit. Three thousand miles away from Beijing in the southwest, I don’t know what variables will happen on this road. Thinking about this, I only feel confused.

"Father of the Emperor, three thousand miles of mountains and high roads, the children of the daring, ask the father of the emperor to bring a team of soldiers and horses to meet the two emperors." Jing Yan said on the ground.

"Jingjing has said nothing, get up." Hongzheng emperor sat back on the dragon chair and picked up the memorial on the table to start the review.

"Father of the Emperor!" Jing Hao refused to get up, and did not say that the Southwest King, has always been a second endless, this matter out, maybe there will be a black hand under the opportunity, in any case, the southwestern king back black pot.

After waiting for a long time, Acer was stunned by the glaring scene, and sighed reluctantly: "朕 has been sent!"

Listening to this statement, Jing Hao Fang put down his heart. The 50 soldiers that he sent to protect his brother will surely follow, and after that, they will appear out, and with the father's sent, unless there is a blatant dispatch of soldiers and horses, there should be no more danger.

Jing Yu out of the royal study room, is encountering Hongzheng Emperor's personal **** An Xian, with a tea eunuch, seems to have just come from the tea room, see Jing Hao busy to bow.

"An Gonggong," Jing Yan smiled politely. "For so many years, I still have such a personal experience."

"The emperor's living and eating is not sloppy. The slaves don't feel relieved. These children have to look around and let Wang Ye laugh." An Xian may not be as blessed as the usual old **** because he always cares about it. It’s also a matter of walking.

There are many miscellaneous things outside the royal study room, and it is not good to inquire about anything. Jing Hao said two sentences and left.

"Fast twenty, in addition to taking soldiers to fight, other things will not think about it with your brain." Acer was drinking a tea ceremony of An Xian.

An Xian carefully glanced at the emperor's look and smiled and said: "Isn't the emperor just like the temperament of the prince?"

Hong Zhengdi put down the tea pot and micro-hooked his lips: "It is a matter of love." He did not tell Jing Hao that the assassin could not kill himself and could not find any clues. If Jing Hao first asks who is stabbing today, he will not be able to take this suspicion. Fortunately, this son did not let himself down. Although he often has a bad temper like a child, there is no harm to the brothers and sisters.

Jingjing got out of the palace gate and saw two carriages heading for the door. It was expected that there would be a woman who entered the palace, and did not intend to ride the black back to the palace.

The two cars are the carriages of the North Weihou and Maoguo Government.

"The dog is ignorant. The day before, he injured the child. I don't know how it is better now?" Mao Guofu smirked, but the expression on his face did not mean a little apology.

"Is there something that happened in the early days, isn’t the husband knowing the day before?" North Weihoufu looked at her coldly, and Mao Guogong’s son injured Muringbao, and he verbally accompanied him. For so many days, they I didn’t even send a visit to the top and it was a bully.

When the two met, they began to act in a tit-for-tat. The two young ladies standing behind them also quietly looked at each other. The palace lady sent by the empress met and saw nothing.

Jing Hao returned to the palace, but before the afternoon, he entered Dongyuan. Duofu greeted him with a bitter face: "Wang Ye, Wang Hao has never been up, and the slaves did not dare to bother."

Jing Yan saw him with a white and fat face wrinkled, and couldn't help but laugh at him: "Isn't everything in the house in the past been controlled? Who will look at this face?"

"Wang Ye did not know, this house is now being drunk by Wang Hao. The daily affairs are more than twice as long as before. The slaves look at the books and have headaches." Duofu really admire Wang Hao, so many accounts and affairs every day. Even the omnipotent points are clear, and the problematic account can be seen at a glance. The current management is not afraid to fool, and it is no matter how small it is. He handled this morning and only felt that one is the first two.

"It's just lazy, look at Jia Anxian, there is no such fat body." Jing Hao said that he had already reached the front of the bedroom, waved his hand and stopped the blessing that he still wanted to continue complaining, and slammed the door in.

The windows in the house were closed, the light was darker than the outside, and the light blue tent was closed, and the view was not seen inside the bed.

Jing Hao replaced the suit and slowly opened the account. The bed was sleeping peacefully, one arm was quilted, and half of the shoulder was exposed. The white skin was printed with a little red mark. Climb to the bed, put some of the cool arms that were hanging out back into the bed, lay beside him, and quilt into the arms with his quilt, and the sleeping handsome face kissed him.

Mu Hanzhang wrinkled his frown and slowly opened a pair of beautiful eyes: "Come back..." A slow tone, with a nap that just woke up, very cute.

The scent that had not been swollen on the lips was stolen, and Jing Hao hugged him again in his arms: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Mu Hanzhang slowly woke up, the body's fatigue was better, but there was still some soreness between the waist, looked up and held himself, and moved his head to his shoulder to find a comfortable posture: "The waist is sour pain."

The scenery is awkward, Junqing is this... spoiled? I finally digested the facts of this fact, and immediately sat up and let my own king lick his chest and knead his waist from the quilt.

A powerful big hand, pinched up by the quilt, is just right, relieves the feeling of soreness for a while, very comfortable. Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but squint his eyes, and the angle that could not be seen by Jing Jing quietly hooked his lips.

"My brother was assassinated," Jing Yan told him about today's incident. "Is it a Southwestern king?"

Mu Hanzhang frowned, silent for a moment: "No."

"Why?" On the way back to Jingjing, he carefully sorted out what happened in this past life. At that time, he was hiding Nanban, but the big things in the DPRK still knew, and he did not hear anything about the assassination. .

"The tribute was robbed of this thing, and there was already a blasphemy. The southwestern Wanghuitang and the emperor raised this reason only because he had already known the situation of the shackles." Mu Hanzhang said, "He just wants to reduce the tribute, and Don't want to go to war."

Jing Keng’s hand was paused, and all the recent events were put on and looked at, suddenly suddenly. Because the southwest is close to Tibet, the southwestern king is the clearest. He knows that the attack on Nanban is likely to require him to send troops. The southwestern king who does not want to lose money will first find a reason to reduce the tribute. If the court asks him to send troops, he must use this. As a condition, if he is not allowed to send troops, he will make up the tribute.

If it is not the southwestern king's killer, but his two brothers want to fish in troubled waters, this thing is easy to do, as long as they are away from the southwest, it is not good to blame, they will not dare to take risks. but……

Since Junqing can see it, then the father will definitely look at the score, and today he is called to go to the royal study... Thinking about this, Jing can’t help but sweat out, and the father is testing him!

Mu Hanzhang saw that he was smiling and couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "The words of today will not be suspicious."

Jing Hao bowed his head and looked at himself with his eyes full of worry. He kissed the beautiful eyes and kissed him: "Nothing." The so-called father, in fact, is called the emperor, and whenever he is the emperor, then For the father! After eating the loss of the world, this world should wake up early.

The next day, Beiweihoufu sent a melon to the northwest.

"Bei Weihoufu will send me a melon, it is very rare." Jing Hao pinched a piece of cut melon, this northwestern melon is cooked early, and bigger than the Central Plains, the taste is also very sweet. North Weihou’s military power northwest, where he bought a lot of ground fruit.

"After listening to the melon, the mother came back from the palace yesterday, and the smile on her face was not broken." Mu Hanzhang handed him a bamboo stick, talking about the aunt who did not know the convergence, could not help but sneer a sneer.

The Queen rewarded Ms. Mu Jia with a pair of jade bracelets, but only a lady’s purse from Mao’s public lady. Du’s thought that the position of the four emperors was ten of their own daughters. It happened that the melons in the northwest were shipped, so they were in a good mood. Give them some.

"How do you know this?" Jing Hao was glanced at her fingertips by her own sister Wang. She had to wipe her hand and eat it with a bamboo stick.

"There are three mouthfuls of mouths, and now I am afraid that the whole of the North Weihou government knows." Mu Hanzhang sighed and sent me to the Lanting and became familiar with it. When she saw her, she said this thing incessantly. In this way, no more than three days, I am afraid that the whole city will know that Ms. Mu Jia will be the four emperors.

"Sancha is really a thing, the next time I want to pass on Jingyu's rumors, let her go!" Jing Hao couldn't help but scream, and the three husbands must have a hatred with North Weihoufu.

"And nonsense." Mu Hanzhang shook his head helplessly, but thinking about it, Sancha said that it was really deliberate. If the quality of the bride is married, the four emperors are okay, at most let the North Weihoufu sway; if it is not married, the North Weihou government can be lost this time!

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