Beneath the Emerald Fan Chapter 1

In the cabinet of Funing Prince's Mansion, the fragrance and mist are enchanting.

A man was half sitting and half lying lazily on the Grand Master's chair in the middle, with his brocade clothes half open and his hair disheveled.

The hall was still quiet, he sneered slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at the new champion who had been standing in the hall for a long time, and finally said casually: "Number One Scholar, you are a disciple of the Emperor. You came to worship me in a hurry before you could see the emperor. Do you want to Are you falsely accusing me of having a secret alliance and charging me with disloyalty? "

After finishing his lengthy official talk, he couldn't wait patiently for a reply, and stood up with a smile: "The number one scholar is here, do you want to find out from me whether the emperor will let you be in the third rank of the imperial court tomorrow morning?"

"I don't dare to speculate on my own." The champion leaned over and denied it, but his eyes were burning, clearly written with desire.

The prince in the hall closed his mouth, stood up with a smile, and came to the champion scholar.

The moment he stopped, the belt of his robe was loose, and the originally loose silk robe gradually slipped down, leaving most of his body exposed.

The new champion almost exclaimed, except for this robe, there was nothing inside Prince Dominic Han. Is he always like this when he secretly meets with ministers?

The champion man's mouth suddenly became dry.

The king of Funing, Dominic Han, was indeed as rumored by both the government and the public. His brows and eyes were extremely charming, revealing an indescribable charm that made people feel itchy but shuddering at the same time.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the corridor, Dominic Han frowned, and he knew who it was from the sound of the footsteps.

Sure enough, the wooden door with carved railings was pushed open quickly.

"Ethan Liu, have you taken all the emperor's medicine?" Dominic Han didn't take another look at the useless fool and only asked Ethan Liu, the guard who broke into the room.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has been reviewing and compiling the chapters. I have warmed the medicine again and again, and advised him again and again, but he has not touched a single lick."

Dominic Han whispered, leaned forward and clasped his chin: "I leave you in the palace, and this is how you serve me?"

There is no need to look at anything else, just look at the fleeting blue face, and you will know how much strength the prince in front of you has used.

"My slave is not doing his job well. Please punish me, Master."

Dominic Han pondered for a moment and then made a decision: "Forget it! Fleeting time, you go into the inner room to change my clothes and accompany me into the palace."

"Your Majesty, what about me?" The new top scholar then remembered his trip and didn't even hand over his name badge.

"What, you...do you want me to say please when you leave the house?"

"Students don't dare, don't dare..." As he bowed his head, Dominic Han had already tied up the gold sash around his waist quietly and left.

Youzai Hall is filled with a faint medicinal smell.

Except for one person sitting in the middle of the dragon table, everyone in the hall was kneeling on the ground to recommend medicine.

But the real master, who was busy reviewing the memorial carefully, said nothing.

"Long live the medicine, this medicine will be cold again in a while. If you don't take it, the prince will not let us go lightly."

The marking pen paused for a moment and continued writing.

"Your Majesty!" the eunuch beside him suddenly whispered, "Your Majesty is here."

The emperor then raised his head and saw King Funing wearing a purple phoenix crown with waving wings, a brocade silk purple gauze robe draped around his body, and a waist tied around his waist. He stood proudly with his signature smile.

The pen tip trembled, and the emperor glanced around uneasily.

"I broke in without waiting for your call." Dominic Han explained appropriately and ordered the others to exit the Youzai Hall. The emperor hesitated for a moment, but continued to review without objection.

In the end, only the monarch and his ministers were left.

"Youzai Palace, I let you stay there to recuperate your body and mind." A sigh was heard from above. Before the sound lingered, Dominic Han had already picked up the emperor. It had been autumn for a long time, and I didn't feel anything was wrong in broad daylight, but at night, it was still chilly.

He touched the fingers that were clasping the emperor's. His guess was indeed correct. The emperor's hands were cold.

"You are the emperor, so you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders. However, you must also pay attention to your health."

The emperor quietly let Dominic Han sit on his body without moving.

Dominic Han caught a glimpse of the soup in the medicine bowl still steaming in front of the case, and reached out to pick it up and bring it to the emperor's lips.

"It's autumn, I should have paid attention to asking you to put on an extra coat. I blame my negligence. Come on, drink the medicine while it's still hot."

The emperor paused slightly and finally opened his mouth to drink the black concoction.

The medicine gradually bottomed out, and a trace of anger flashed in Dominic Han's eyes. He held the emperor's frosty lips in one breath and pushed the tip of his tongue intermittently, sharing the bitterness in his mouth. He didn't know how long the breaths had been intertwined with each other. The emperor suddenly became embarrassed. She turned away and leaned forward, trying to get out of his arms, but finally stopped her movements calmly.

Dominic Han smiled, his eyes bright under the lamp: "I know you are worried about your General Qin, but he said the wrong thing and conveyed the wrong meaning, so he should be punished. The neighboring country Dongyi is a peaceful nation, and the people there One hundred thousand silver dollars was enough for the soldiers stationed in the border area, but he made it three hundred thousand. Although it was a small mistake, and the national treasury was not in short supply with the extra two hundred thousand, it was still necessary to teach him a lesson so that he would have a better memory. "

The emperor seemed to be still angry, saying nothing and immersed himself in reviewing.

"If you really feel sorry for him, I will let him back later." As he said that, Dominic Han pulled out the marking wolf hair, threw it away, smiled and took him into his arms, and K!ssed the young emperor's lips again, along the She kept going down his thin neck, loosened the bright yellow ribbon around his waist with her fingers, reached into it, and rubbed between his legs.

At first, the violated body was still a little stiff and resistant, but later on, his breathing became rapid.

Dominic Han sneered, picked him up and walked into the inner hall.

The satisfaction after passion caused the emperor to fall into a deep sleep, but Dominic Han's mind was extremely clear.

In the dark night, he went to bed, covered the person next to him with a quilt, then returned to the palace hall, changed the emperor's red batch into the blue batch for the minister, and continued to read the book.

On a night with customers, Tristan Hua received six hundred taels in his account and paid a small price.

The military attaché surnamed Hou could not suppress his excitement, and in the end he became too energetic and broke the bones of Tristan Hua's right hand.

Tristan Hua was not depressed. The next day, he took his men to the hospital to set the bones. After the bones were set, he went to the art studio and had someone draw an orchid on his bandage.

The orchids were painted so vividly that Tristan Hua was very happy, so he took his people to the streets again.

This servant was very characterful. Not only did he give himself the name Cedric Hua, but he also walked in front of him with his head held high, without even looking at his master.

Tristan Hua hurried two steps forward, tapped his shoulder with his fan, and gestured: "Since you don't like me, you can just slap your a** and leave."

Cedric Hua stood in the middle of the street and replied with a voice louder than a gong: "Why should I leave? You have no relatives. If you are killed by a man one day, won't all your banknotes belong to me?"

Tristan Hua was so angry that he quickly opened his fan to fan himself, and made a very cool posture towards the passers-by who were looking at him.

But the Huagui man was very proud. He stood blankly for a while and then said: "Master, I want to buy a sword and become a real man with ambitions and ideals."

This sentence went around and around to ridicule Tristan Hua. Tristan Hua didn't bother to pay attention to him. He simply laughed brightly and accompanied him to select swords all the way.

Tristan Hua curled his lips to express disdain for someone who was selling any good swords on the street at the top of his lungs. He stopped when he saw a sword with a black sheath.

Cedric Hua knew that he knew the goods, so he pulled the sword away.

There was no unexpected treasure radiance. The sword was quiet and gentle. It only made a very low clang when it was removed from the sheath, and there was an indescribable refreshing chill.

The owner of the sword lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, saying only: "This sword is two hundred taels, no bargaining."

Cedric Hua was speechless for a moment, but couldn't help but look back at Tristan Hua.

Tristan Hua made a gesture to show that it was worth it, and stretched his neck to see the man's buried face.

The man raised his head in the wind and looked at him with stern eyes. He was described as downcast but magnanimous.

Cedric Hua's loud voice spoke up again: "I want this sword. Master, please pay."

Seeing his master looking away from him, he shouted even louder: "I have no money, so don't be so stingy. Anyway, the money will be mine after you die."

Tristan Hua didn't say goodbye to him anymore. He looked at the man's slender brows, half-smiling, and gestured again.

"How much does it cost to buy a man?!" Cedric Hua jumped high with his feet: "Master, do you think that all men are like you, so you can buy them all!"

"I am Marshall Lin. This sword will be redeemed one day." The owner of the sword said something more at this time and hugged forward with both fists.

When he said this, his feet fluttered, and his face turned as white as snow. The moment he fell forward, he saw a figure flashing, and someone held him up at an angle.

When he woke up, Marshall Lin was lying on the bed without exception. Someone was sitting quietly beside his bed and smiled when he saw him open his eyes.

What a typical scene where a beauty saves a hero. The only surprise is that beauty needs to be preceded by a male character.

Cedric Hua's big voice lit up outside: "The meal is ready. The doctor said that Daxia Lin suffered from internal injuries and starvation. If Daxia Lin is more convenient, let's eat first."

The food was extremely delicious, and Marshall Lin had a hard time controlling his eating habits, while Tristan Hua still ate liquid food, with her daughter's red porridge.

On the side, Cedric Hua made his own decision, brought a bag of silver, put it together with the black-sheathed sword, and declared boldly: "The hero is in a state of panic. I will spend the silver first and hold the sword first."

Tristan Hua stopped drinking the porridge and gestured, "I'm not dead yet." Then he took out a two hundred taels of silver note and put the baggage and sword into his arms.

After doing all this, he could still smile, even raise his glass and salute Marshall Lin from afar.

Marshall Lin nodded, and the meal turned out to be extremely satisfying.

From the beginning to the end, Tristan Hua never expressed curiosity about him, and she also understood that his dignity was not worthy of charity.

Such a flashy man actually seems to be embarrassed after knowing everything.

However, the last courtesy was always unavoidable, and he could not help but clasp his fists: "Thank you, Mr. Lin, for saving me. I will pay you back in the future."

Tristan Hua made a gesture, to the effect that heroes should be valued, so why should heroes take it to heart?

As a result, the translator Cedric Hua translated: "My master is a treacherous villain. Even the doctors have told him that Lin Daxia has great internal power and is rare in this world. Daxia Lin will become powerful in the future. Don't forget that my master's surname is Hua."

Marshall Lin smiled, dusted off his tattered clothes, and said goodbye openly and naturally, but the fallen Phoenix remained calm.

At this moment, a young boy came in through the door. He was dressed in a way that showed off his master's status. He took a greeting card and bowed his head: "My master, Mr. Yu, is here to ask if the young master is free to stop by the house tonight."

Tristan Hua gestured, and Cedric Hua spoke to the translator, his voice scratchy: "My master said he is willing to serve Master Yu even though he is injured."

The boy followed the order and left, but Marshall Lin stayed where he was, looking back with some disbelief.

Cedric Hua's voice became even sharper: "You don't have to say anything. My master will definitely tell you that everyone has their own ambitions. He also said that the most important thing in his life is face."

This time Tristan Hua nodded, approving of Cedric Hua's words, and opened his signature folding fan with his left hand, revealing the words "Happiness in front of the palace".

Marshall Lin couldn't say anything anymore, so she had to raise her eyes and say goodbye again.

This glance coincided with Tristan Hua's eyes. Marshall Lin was stunned and lost his mind for a moment.

No matter what he was like, those eyes were vast and misty. It seemed as if there was nothing when he looked into them, but there seemed to be a depth that could not be reached.