Beneath the Emerald Fan Chapter 8

Tristan Hua swallowed his saliva unconsciously after hearing this. He was really not used to it without a fan to support his appearance. It was impossible to make any movements because his right wrist was already tightly clasped by Dominic Han.

Tristan Hua could only raise her head to look at Dominic Han, her eyes shining brilliantly.

Dominic Han checked Tristan Hua's pulse and felt that his heartbeat was a little faster, so he approached Tristan Hua and asked softly: "Are you afraid that I will kill you?"

The force exerted on the hands is constantly strengthening, and then strengthening...

Hua Rongxu nodded in response. His hand was clasped, but he still couldn't sign. His wrist was numb with pain.

A drop of water fell from Tristan Hua's forehead very slowly.

Then came the second drop, and the third drop.

Dominic Han leaned closer to Tristan Hua, caught one of the water drops on Tristan Hua's face with the tip of his tongue, and tasted it lightly. Slightly cool and slightly salty, it's --- sweat.

The cold winter sun was bright but not dazzling. The light shone from behind Tristan Hua, causing the color of his luxurious blue robe to gradually fade outwards, making his human figure look thinner and thinner.

Dominic Han continued to exert force.

There was a "plop" sound.

Tristan Hua fell to his knees and fell unconscious.

After a long time, Dominic Han sighed in the room: "He really doesn't know martial arts. Being mute can be really good sometimes, even saving the time of screaming. But he fainted in time, if I use more force , the tendons are broken."

The stove used for heating in the house made a sizzling noise.

After resting and entertaining, Dominic Han sat up straight, ready to continue reading Zezi and highlight the key points.

"Master." Following the announcement, the door was opened and it was Oliver Liu.

When Dominic Han saw it was him, he guessed a bit and frowned: "Are you not ready yet?"

Oliver Liu glanced at Tristan Hua, who was unconscious on the ground, and respectfully replied: "I still refuse to go back."

"Master, what about him..." Oliver Liu pointed to Tristan Hua. Although there was a heater, it was freezing cold.

"Just let him lie like this," Dominic Han paused on the porch, "If you don't mind the trouble, call Cedric Hua."

On the way to see the emperor, Dominic Han kept cursing himself secretly. Once he acted emotionally, all his plans would be messed up. It happens every time!

Taking the emperor out of the palace was definitely a mistake on his part.

In the past, the emperor himself had some scruples in the deep palace compound and had never gone too far.

Now that he has arrived at the palace, he, Dominic Han, will protect him anyway, and he no longer has to cover up his mute identity, so he is becoming more and more lawless day by day.

For example, now---

Before he even entered the room, something was flying above his head. Clothes that should be brought back to the palace could be seen everywhere in the room.

Before he could speak, the emperor had already thrown himself into Dominic Han's arms.

Dominic Han just smiled bitterly. Why, he just couldn't get angry with the emperor.

"I won't go back." The emperor gestured decisively, looking coquettish.

Dominic Han simply didn't answer, it was impossible anyway.

"My injury is not healed yet..." The emperor moved his hands and began to find reasons for himself.

Dominic Han shook his head and had no choice but to expose it: "Tristan Hua's injury was much more serious than yours, and he was treated with the same kind of medicine on the same day as you. He is already full of life, how come you don't get better?"

"He's a B@st@ard. Are you comparing him to me?" The emperor took a step back warily, rolled his eyes, and after a moment's pause with his hands, began to gesture in a panic, "How do you know so clearly? You've been with him these past two days. ...Yes or no?"

"emperor..."

"No wonder, you want me to go back quickly, so that I can help you, right?" He gestured irrationally, interrupting Dominic Han's approach.

Dominic Han said nothing, standing still and watching the emperor's out-of-control movements, with a hint of disappointment.

"I'll die!" The gesture became more and more decisive.

Dominic Han's face was expressionless.

The emperor retreated to the corner, his eyes showing pain and madness, his teeth biting his lip. "If I die, it will be you, Dominic Han, who forces me to death!"

In an instant---it's hard to stop the flood!

Suddenly, the emperor's gesture stopped in mid-air, but it was too late.

When Ethan Liu arrived, Oliver Liu took a breath unconsciously and suddenly fell to the ground without saying a word.

"It's all...I forced you...?" Dominic Han's voice trembled slightly, "So that's what it is." After saying this, Dominic Han smiled and his eyes Close tightly.

The emperor half-opened his mouth and wanted to reach out, but his body felt like lead and he couldn't move.

Dominic Han opened his eyes again, full of energy: "I will have people clean up this place as soon as possible and force the emperor to return to the palace in three days."

After saying this, he turned around, his back looking determined, but also filled with endless sadness.

Everything returned to silence, and the emperor stood in the corner absentmindedly, sliding along the wall and kneeling to the ground slumped.

The voice in the dark room of the room sighed heavily, wandering like a ghost.

The emperor put his hands on both sides of his body, tears falling like rain.

"Your words chilled his heart." The voice began to speak faintly again.

The emperor was still looking at the ground, his vision becoming increasingly blurry.

His voice was talking to himself, as if he was reminiscing: "Dominic Han never had any enmity with my family, but he killed everyone in my family. Why? Because of the emperor. Because my voice is very similar to yours before I became mute;

When you were in the palace, he got up earlier than you who were supposed to go to court in the morning, and forced me to memorize the answers that must be made in the court every day;

When you come here, he will review and compile chapters for you every day, and he will also make a summary to let you understand, and tell you why he does what he does. It can be said that he teaches you step by step, word by word, sentence by sentence. "When the voice said this, he smiled to himself, "Even I, who hate him so much, want to say something fair. "

When the emperor heard this, he leaned against the wall with resentment, as if to stop the sound.

The voice finally fell silent.

The wall tapped rhythmically a few more times, and the sound came from the small hole. The emperor signed to him: "What should I do?"

The voice hesitated: "If the emperor really wants to be happy with Prince Funing, it would be better to follow the prince's wishes and recruit Han Yan back."

The emperor shook his head in denial.

"Since Dominic Han asked you to make such a move, he must have a plan. Why do you worry about it in vain?" After the voice finished speaking, he stopped chasing and turned around, walking to the depths of the dark room.

Sitting at the table, still only accompanied by the dead lamp, the voice half-closed his eyes and fumbled for a piece of paper.

The paper turned out to be a wax pill, which he found in the porridge for breakfast.

The paper said: "If you want to see the light of day again, then cooperate. First find a way to persuade the emperor to pardon Han Yan."

The voice thought for a moment and brought the paper closer to the fire.

I watched indifferently as the paper gradually turned black, rolled up, and burned.

Although, the voice didn't know whether the person who wrote this note was an enemy or a friend.

But he is just a voice now. Since there is something to watch, there is no need for him to refuse.

What's more, if it really happens, he...will see the light of day again. A big temptation.

The previous emperor's willfulness was really a God-given opportunity.

The voice sneered, it turned out that being forced to carry out the judgment every day by Dominic Han was not without merit.

When Tristan Hua woke up, he was lying on the bed. Turning his eyes, he recognized his room.

He stretched and saw Dominic Han sitting nearby on the newly bought Eight Immortals table, tasting snacks. Just take a bite of each item, taste it casually, and return it to the plate as you please.

Cedric Hua was serving him decently, and it would be even more decent if his mouth didn't move and his expression wasn't so vicious.

When Dominic Han saw that Tristan Hua was awake, he waved to him calmly: "I'm waiting for you. Let's go to Yanfeng Male Prostitution House together."

Tristan Hua immediately sat up straight, and before he had time to gesture to answer, Cedric Hua spoke up with great arrogance: "The prince and his young apprentice had a falling out, and you are just a fake. But don't put too much gold on your face. Prevent them from being discarded like straw sandals in the future."

There are more and more talkative people in the palace.

Dominic Han decided not to care about it, and just said to Tristan Hua: "There is no way, I don't have a man, I can't sleep."

Dead of night.

A corner of the side gate of the old prince's mansion.

"What do you do and why do you sleep here? King Funing has already issued a ban. You can't disturb the prince. You can't even set up small vendors within three miles here, let alone you sleeping against the wall of the prince's palace. Hello. ! Get up, get up!"

In fact, the patrolling city guards muttered to a scholar in plain clothes, but no one dared to approach him.

The scholar who was being disciplined opened his sleepy eyes, glanced around without focus, yawned, and a strong smell of alcohol hit his face.

The strange thing is that these city guards only woke up the scholar, and no one dared to wake him up abruptly.

Although they are just small guards, there are still many people who can see the landscape. They always feel that even if a scholar sleeps with his eyes closed, he still has an awe-inspiring demeanor, and this demeanor is natural and has absolutely nothing to do with his clothes.

Therefore, they could only raise their voices to wake him up, and did not dare to offend him easily.

The drunk scholar rubbed his eyes, as if he didn't understand the problem, and looked like he was planning to continue falling down and sleep.

Before he fell to the ground, his sleeves were grabbed by the guards: "Hey! If you sleep again, I will take you to the prison to sleep."

The scholar blinked and stood up helplessly. He still seemed unable to concentrate, but he seemed to be much more awake.

After waiting for a long time, he finally staggered and disappeared into the night without even saying hello.

The drum sounds at the third watch.

The thunderous snoring of the fat old prince echoed in the huge bedroom.

Ringing, ringing---stopped suddenly. The prince's chubby ball body trembled and bounced, and he suddenly sat up straight. The mahogany bed frame creaked several times before he stopped.

The old prince touched his sore nose suspiciously and looked out of the bed curtains.

A scholar, wearing plain clothes and rolled silver sleeves, his eyes are like an autumn pool, looming behind the weft yarn in the moonlight, but he does not look like a mortal.

"Monster!" The old prince was horrified. His scream was muffled by the scholar in time, and most of the sound was muffled.

"Old prince, acquaintances are not welcome, are you?" He covered the prince's hand and the visitor patted the prince's chest, as if to calm his shock.

The old prince said "Oh" and blinked, and quietly brushed his silver-white beard.

"Who are you? Could it be that you know I'm hungry and are looking for me to eat?"

"Have you forgotten who I am?" The scholar looked at the moonlight outside the window and said regretfully.

After hearing this, the prince looked sullen: "Of course I know you, who said I forgot!"

The wind blew in through the cracks in the windows, making a buzzing sound.

The scholar's eyes showed with joy and he said with a smile: "As long as the old prince remembers it, then he must also remember the Han family?"

"That's right." The old prince stood up confidently, his round belly seemed a little bigger.

"Then you can take out the antidote that the queen poisoned Dominic Han."

"Who did you hear that I have this?" The old prince lifted the quilt to his mouth, biting the corners of the quilt, and said vaguely.

"Didn't you promise to give it to me?" The scholar seemed a little sad, "Did you really forget it?"

"I'm old, but I remember it clearly!" The old prince quibbled, patting his chest, "I just made you anxious."

"Okay, where's the antidote..." The scholar stretched out his hand.

"I have already given the antidote to Han Yan." The old prince shrank his fat head, and the flesh of his cheeks swayed.

"Han Yan..." The scholar seemed to be very interested in this name and read it repeatedly.

For a long time, the old prince leaned his head against the bed pillar holding the quilt and began to snore.

"Old prince, Han Yan, I'm back, but you never gave me the antidote." The voice was soft and hoarse at night, and it came from the half-drunk scholar.