Beneath the Emerald Fan Chapter 5

A burning sensation, until the whole body becomes numb.

When Tristan Hua woke up for the first time, he saw no one in front of him. He only heard Cedric Hua's broken gong voice: "Where is your prince? He has been unconscious until now and has never seen him. You are missing a porridge cook. He is quite warm." It's really great. The palace has been overthrown. If this continues, are we going to overthrow the entire capital?"

Then, Oliver Liu's head appeared in front of Tristan Hua's eyes, very close at hand.

I heard two simple words in my ears: "Are you awake?" Suddenly, the world became peaceful. Then, his eyes flashed into the luxurious basin face.

Then, Oliver Liu was heard to say leisurely: "I'll give the banknote to your subordinate. The master said you can eat whatever you want and wear whatever you want. If you don't have enough money, just ask. Treat it like your own home." If you don't have any requirements now, I'll take my leave."

"It's great to be rich... You don't even hire a doctor. Do you have any common sense..."

Oliver Liu glanced at Cedric Hua and slowly moved his hands: "You are not the only one who can sign here. If you still want to stay here, just obediently lower your amazing tone." The simple gesture easily dismissed Cedric Hua's words. arrogance.

Finally, under Cedric Hua's angry eyes, the scene in front of Tristan Hua was distorted again.

He was cold and hungry, and he never thought that the emperor would ever suffer from cold and hunger.

The reason why people wander around downtown is because the smell of food is so tempting. I didn't want to go back to the palace, but it seemed I had nowhere to go. I was slowly walking to the street when I suddenly heard a woman's voice in the back alley screaming for help.

This kind of thing happened to him when he was in the worst mood. Who is in charge of this district? The first reaction in his mind!

"You've sold everything, why do you care about where you are and what you are doing?" After the frivolous provocation, the woman's increasingly weak begging for mercy and obscene heckles came.

The curious emperor pressed his body against the wall and tilted his head to see a group of brightly dressed dandies teasing a woman.

The woman had fallen to the ground, her back to the emperor, and her face could not be seen.

And those young men were surrounding her, approaching her step by step, looking like they wanted to eat her alive.

The one walking at the front was wearing scarlet brocade and had a sword at his waist. He looked like he was a practicing master and was the leader of this group of people.

Of course, the leader took the lead. His fingers were the first to touch the woman's clothes, and they tore open a long slit.

The delicious food was about to reach your mouth, but there was something strange behind you.

A water basin appeared out of nowhere and flew straight towards the leading man.

The man hurriedly raised his fist and struck it horizontally, destroying the tub, but inevitably got water splashed all over him.

Under the red light in the corridor, the water reflected a greasy colored light, and I saw that it had washed countless dirty dishes.

"Who dares to hurt your uncle! Come out and die!"

"Xiang Yinglou's dishwasher Xiaosi, Marshall Lin."

Before he finished speaking, a figure slowly walked out of the small door behind the restaurant. With his sleeves rolled up in coarse cloth, holding a porcelain bowl in his right hand, his face weathered but undiminished in spirit, it was Marshall Lin who sold the sword that day.

The leader narrowed his eyes angrily: "Who did I think she was? She turned out to be a dishwasher! Why is this B!tch your lover? Then, when we have enough fun, we will leave you a share."

Marshall Lin showed no fear and splashed the water in the porcelain bowl again.

The water has quality and formlessness, and draws an arc of silver light under the moonlight.

The crimson-clad young man had no time to dodge and was splashed with greasy dirty water on his face again.

"You must be tired of living!" the man hissed, drew the sword at his waist, and used his killing move.

Marshall Lin's figure moved slightly, and he took out his hand to avoid the sword peak, stretched out two fingers, and just pinched it like this. Four liang immediately moved a thousand pounds to meet the sword's edge.

The man in scarlet clothes couldn't react in time. He couldn't hold himself back for a moment and rushed out. His sword slashed against the stone wall. He actually turned around and cut a lot of blood on his right face.

How amazing, the peeping person admired in his heart, and then realized that there was a shadow covering his head.

He was so focused on looking ahead that he didn't notice someone standing behind him for a long time.

He turned around and stared angrily at the black figure - Dominic Han.

Dominic Han didn't hug him tightly, but gave him a K!ss. He wanted to look away, but Prince Han predicted it and stopped him.

"It is a crime for ordinary people to attack the children of officials. Your Majesty, who do you want to help?" At night, I saw Dominic Han's lips raised slightly in a sly smile.

In the next few days, the gossip in Prince Funing's Mansion was greatly updated, with various versions.

One moment, Zou Qishao's apprentice was found; the other moment, a hero Lin came from Han Mansion.

The young apprentice is naturally the emperor, and Daxia Lin is naturally Marshall Lin.

The emperor's departure helped Marshall Lin become a disciple of Prince Funing, who was appreciated by Prince Han.

During this period of time, Tristan Hua almost spent time between confusion and sobriety.

He often sees Dominic Han when he wakes up. Especially at night, because Dominic Han has been sleeping next to him these days, sharing the same bed and pillow with him.

But they are really just sharing the same bed, extremely pure, just sharing the same bed.

Sharing the same bed was also rewarding, as Tristan Hua slowly picked up on some of Dominic Han's habits.

For example, he found that Dominic Han was a very light sleeper. As long as he turned over a little bit at night, he would wake up and find it difficult to fall asleep after waking up.

Therefore, even if Tristan Hua woke up, he tried not to move and did not dare to breathe too much for fear of affecting him.

But everything has exceptions. For example, tonight, Tristan Hua couldn't stand it any longer, so she had to carefully curl up and curl up again --- "Why are you shaking?" an unhappy voice sounded. Alas, Dominic Han was still awakened.

Tristan Hua raised his head, faced Dominic Han, stretched out his hand out of the quilt and gestured awkwardly: "The villain has a stomachache and wants to go to the latrine."

"Can't you bear it?"

Tristan Hua smiled reluctantly and nodded.

Dominic Han snorted lightly, got up with annoyance, got out of bed and picked up Tristan Hua.

Tristan Hua was so surprised that he forgot to cover his stomach and gestured with his hands in the air: "I can do it myself."

Dominic Han didn't let him go: "You are so weak, I'm afraid you will fall in."

"Your Majesty, you can call me Cedric Hua."

"I am not as good as him?" Dominic Han's sneer became more terrifying at night.

"People have three urgent needs. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration." After finishing the business, he did not forget to say thank you. When the moon sets in the east, it's time to give thanks.

Dominic Han still ignored him.

Back in the house, Dominic Han put Tristan Hua back on the bed. A strand of hair hanging from his forehead tickled Tristan Hua's face.

Tristan Hua raised his hand and pushed the strand of hair behind Dominic Han's ear. Dominic Han froze, as if reacting to this special action.

After a while, he stared at Tristan Hua's belly with a hint of mockery: "You don't want to seduce me now, do you?"

Tristan Hua shook his head hurriedly.

Dominic Han didn't pursue the matter, and lay down next to Tristan Hua with his clothes on. He really had no intention of seeing Duke Zhou again.

"Tristan Hua, what do you like about this king?"

"Silver." Anyway, he was bored, so Tristan Hua rubbed his stomach and simply stopped sleeping, chatting in sign language.

"It's just money?" With a smile, his eyes suddenly froze, and heavy pressure gradually hit Tristan Hua.

Tristan Hua shook his head: "I still have the ability."

"Tristan Hua, do you know why the Han family has been in power for generations?"

Tristan Hua shrank his head, didn't dare to move his hands, and took a breath.

"The Han family may act recklessly, or they may end the conflict with bloodshed, but no matter what, they all have the destiny to protect the emperor."

Tristan Hua frowned, and his stomach began to feel uncomfortable again. Suddenly he smiled apologetically and moved his hands: "Your Majesty, I may have a bad stomach. Can you take me to the latrine again?"

"What have you eaten?" Dominic Han asked with a frown.

"My health is not good, so the little one drank porridge."

Dominic Han was silent for a while.

If you drink porridge like this, it goes without saying that there must be hands and feet in the porridge.

The current emperor, who is already eighteen years old, is still playing such tricks.

First, he was asked to sleep with Tristan Hua, but he was not allowed to touch him, saying it was to test his concentration.

He actually dropped medicine into people's porridge and made them suffer from diarrhea and diarrhea.

"The Emperor Protector is right, it's just that iron cannot be made into steel." He smiled bitterly, hugged Tristan Hua across his arms, and headed straight for the hut with a clear goal.

The next day, Dominic Han sent Ethan Liu to send new clothes for Tristan Hua to try on. He said that if the clothes didn't fit, he would send someone to change them on the spot, so that he could wear new clothes for socializing in the evening.

"Entertainment? Aren't you going to some obscene place?" Cedric Hua saw that Oliver Liu was not the one on duty today, and the volume began to rise again.

"Go and wish the old prince a happy birthday."

The old prince is the only elder in the court who has not been touched by Dominic Han.

There is no other reason, it's just that the old prince is too old, so old that he forgets the previous sentence after saying the last sentence.

In the past, the old prince had many titles: King of Zhenbei, King of Yangrong, King of Anyi...

Now the three words "Old Prince" are enough to represent the dignity and glory of his life, as well as the time that cannot be recovered.

Before Tristan Hua could see the old prince, the first thing he saw was the old prince's belly. Time is indeed unforgiving. No one would have thought that this huge fat man was once an all-powerful battlefield hero.

"I said, which gust of wind brought you here? It turns out that today is your birthday." As soon as they met, the old prince affectionately picked up Dominic Han and pulled him back to the living room.

"Today is your birthday party, the old prince." The minister on the side reminded carefully.

"It turns out that Prince Han and I share the same birthday, so we share the same joy." The old prince scratched his ears in embarrassment.

"It belongs to you alone, the old prince." Another minister interrupted.

At this time, the old prince said oh as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then began to chat with Dominic Han about home affairs.

"Dominic Han, they said you were a traitor, are you really telling the truth?" There were gasps everywhere.

"Who are they?" Dominic Han sat upright excitedly.

"He, he still has him, it seems he still has him!" The old prince frowned and recognized people. Every time he recognized someone, he knelt down and shouted "Unjustly".

Dominic Han laughed and said, "The old prince only has treacherous ministers when he is in peace and prosperity. They say that there is a big treacherous minister. Just tell you, sir, the world will be extremely peaceful."

"Haha... yes! Peace, peace in the world!" The old prince's voice was like a bell, and he slapped Dominic Han on the shoulder, "I'm just telling you, how could Han Yan be a traitor?" The old prince laughed, completely confused Unconsciously, the surroundings were silent, and almost everyone was looking at Dominic Han's livid face.

"Han Yan", these two words have always been a taboo for Dominic Han, a taboo that no one dared to mention for many years.

Dominic Han narrowed his eyes and smiled, successfully concealing the sinister aura rising in his eyes, "Old Prince, I am Dominic Han."

"Oh, it's Dominic Han." The old prince's tone showed a little disappointment, "Dominic Han, you are quite old. Are you married? Do you have children? How many of them are men?"

Dominic Han smiled broadly and replied: "Your Majesty speaks in simple terms, maybe he doesn't know that I am such a favorite boy!"

"How do you like a male favorite? That's not possible. How can a man give birth to a child?" The old prince shook his head with great displeasure, "What a male favorite? Han Yan can't do this. The bloodline of the Han family cannot be broken."

Dominic Han just smiled and didn't answer, and didn't correct him again. After chatting for a while, someone asked for permission to open the banquet.

After all the officials were seated, Tristan Hua discovered that Dominic Han was at the end of the list and was whispering to Ethan Liu. Ethan Liu seemed to have given Dominic Han a small piece of paper, and Dominic Han took it off, glanced at it, and said briefly Said something with frustration.

Tristan Hua watched his lips move, as if he was saying...how long will it take to be awkward?

At the beginning of the banquet, Dominic Han was still normal: "Old Prince, I would like to propose a toast to you. I wish you happiness like the East China Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains."

His voice was clear and energetic, and all the officials stood up and raised their glasses. Before he could laugh, he saw Dominic Han raising the porcelain cup high above his head and slowly pouring it down - the sake moistened Dominic Han's face. Who would have thought he poured wine on his head.

The whole place fell into silence, and everyone was dumbfounded. But Dominic Han put the cup back on the table quite calmly, as if nothing had happened, and sat down to eat.

Tristan Hua stared at Dominic Han blankly.

Behind Dominic Han, Ethan Liu lowered his eyebrows and remained silent, while Xiaosi, the "black-faced" who followed Ethan Liu today, shrugged his shoulders in an incomprehensible manner.

The old prince also leaned forward and asked, "Han Yan, are you doing this to make my old man happy?"

Dominic Han looked around tepidly and said slowly: "Of course I just want to make you happy. If the Holy Spirit is here, I will be even happier. Everyone, am I right?"

There were sounds of admiration, and the ministers poured the wine on their heads and laughed. The occasion is unprecedented!

Tristan Hua opened his mouth half-open, forgetting to "feed" himself food for a moment, and heard Dominic Han murmuring in his ears: "I hate that iron cannot become steel."