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Chapter 32

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    Chapter 32: Life or death

    It has been raining for nearly ten days, and the heat is getting worse day by day.

    That day the sky finally cleared up and started to clear up.

    Han Yan was in the study room in the side hall, with a pile of old and new memorials, and he stayed up all night again.

    The bead curtain moved slightly, and Chu Mo walked in.

    Han Yan put his hand on the scroll and asked casually, "Are you still making a fuss and refusing to eat?"

    Chu Mo nodded.

    Han Yan raised his face, his eyes showing no trace of tiredness, "Then I'll go and persuade him. I happen to have something to ask him for."

    The young emperor sat on the ground, leaning against the legs of the couch, with his long robe draped across his body, his mouth pressed tightly together, and his gaze rare and firm.

    After paying homage to the king and his ministers, Han Yan walked up to him, leaned over and looked into his eyes, and suggested with great respect: "Your Majesty doesn't eat rice, so why don't you eat spices?"

    The emperor moved and looked at Han Yan with doubtful eyes.

    Han Yan smiled generously and said softly: "When I was young, I saw this method of mummifying the dead monarchy in the Western Regions. My brother Han Lang asked at that time, what would happen if a living person was fed?  , Your Majesty tried it personally, I think it must be quite interesting."

    "I said, I want to see Han Lang." The silent king was startled and made a sign language with all his courage.

    Han Yan laughed sarcastically: "Isn't your majesty tired of repeating the same sentence? I'm looking for a new topic. There is a draft edict here. Please take a look at it first."

    The content of the proposed imperial edict is simple. The emperor learned that Han Lang, the emperor, had deceived the emperor. He was deeply humiliated and lost his voice in anger. He also knew that he was incompetent and ashamed of the world, so he was willing to give up his throne to Zhenning Gong Han Yan.

    Before the emperor finished reading, he was so angry that his hands were shaking and his eyes were filled with stars, and he threw the draft edict at Han Yan's face.

    Han Yan avoided it, picked up the draft edict slowly, and continued to smile at the emperor: "Sooner or later the jade seal will be built. Food can be discussed. Choose one of the two, I believe that your majesty will choose it no matter how stupid you are." After Han Yan finished speaking,  He walked out of the palace with a puff of sleeves and strode like a star.

    Chu Mo was waiting outside the door. When he saw Han Yan, he just asked: "Does Master Han need to treat him like this?"

    Han Yan changed the topic disapprovingly: "Han Lang divided the military power into three parts back then, with the intention of containing each other. In addition to Lin Luoyin, Pan Ke also had another one - Mo Zhexin. Today is the day when General Mo Zhe enters Beijing."

    Chu Mo didn't quite understand Han Yan's next plan, and listened wordlessly.

    "But I got the news last night that General Mo Zhe entered Beijing last night. Chu Mo, where do you think he is now?"

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    Shangxiangyuan.

    Ranked first on the list of brothels in Beijing.

    As soon as Han Yan got off the sedan and stepped through the door, the Madam arrived like a plump swallow. He smiled and shook the bright red Sichuan embroidered silk handkerchief in his hand. The strange fragrance overflowed, and he opened his mouth to greet him.

    Han Yan turned a blind eye and only smiled and asked softly: "What's so beautiful here?"

    "Sir, I have more than one stunning beauty here. If you want to love the empty valley, there will be orchids, and you can see daffodils by the water, all of them as beautiful as flowers"

    "Which oiran in this courtyard would like to fall in love with a poor scholar? If he loves a handsome man, he would rather fall in love with him. His love is so deep that he has no regrets. I will choose whoever it is." Han Yan didn't want to listen to nonsense anymore and spoke frankly. His facial features seemed romantic, but his eyes were different.  Faintly cold.

    It would be disgraceful if word spread about the oiran's cheating.

    When the Madam heard this, she felt as if someone had poked her weak point, and her face had been slapped hundreds of thousands of times.  Looking at Han Yan's posture, she knew in her heart that the young man's background was not small and it was difficult for him to get angry. Baba blinked dryly and denied with a smile: "The guest is joking. How can we sell real money in this business?"

    "Oh?" Han Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at her quietly, "Are you sure?"

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    Han Yan nodded and winked, and his subordinate handed a stack of banknotes to the old bustard.  "Don't be afraid, just answer. I won't embarrass you here." The old madam loved tickets, and her eyes widened when she saw the money. With Han Yan's assurance, she smiled so hard that the white powder on her face fell.  He immediately grabbed the ticket, gave Han Yan a charming look, and said with a smile: "Please enter the Qinglian Room in the middle of the west wing on the second floor."

    Han Yan smiled charmingly. He lifted his plain robe and climbed up the steps. He walked to the red door with carved patterns and gently knocked on the door with his bent fingers.

    After knocking for a long time, someone in the room replied dully: "I told you I was tired and wouldn't accept guests."

    "I am an old friend of the person in trouble in your room. I only come to see him when something happens."

    After a while of ambiguous questioning, the door finally opened.

    The patron in the room had his back to the door. He was dressed simply and elegantly, and his back was not overbearing. He also made a few annoying coughs from time to time.

    ?How can a noble person read these words so carefully and pretend to be polite?  "Han Lang put down the list gloomily, but saw that the thin quilts they covered were not evenly distributed, and Liu Yun was obviously under-covered.

    Han Lang's expression remained unchanged, he coldly and indifferently pulled the quilt back from Huagui and covered Liuyun.

    There are good reasons for this move. First, the arms should not be turned outward; second, who let Hua Gui anger him?

    The noble man slept like crazy, Liu Yun frowned and moved, and Han Lang hurriedly ducked down.  As expected, Liu Yun opened his eyes, sat up, saw no movement, and fell asleep again. Before closing his eyes, he pushed the quilt back and covered Hua Gui.

    Han Lang secretly gritted his teeth and shook his head, there is no future!

    After another while, there was silence in the room.  Han Lang took advantage of the weak light from the window to go out and carefully walked up the stone path.

    At the end of the path, deep in the courtyard, is a clear pool; the sound of water can be heard clearly at night.

    Someone was sitting by the pool, with his bare feet soaked in the water, and the pool was sparkling with silver waves.

    Han Lang curled his lips, no wonder there was no one on the bed, it turned out that he was waiting for him here.  He walked up to the man and sat down side by side with him.

    Under the moonlight, he looked gorgeous, his face was pale, and his face was clear. He was not surprised when he saw Han Lang, and he spoke softly and considerately: "I estimate that after the sun has passed, the prince's eyes will be able to see."

    Han Lang snorted coldly.

    There were a few fallen leaves floating on the pond. Hua Rong bent down, picked up the leaves, folded them in two, put them on her lips, and blew slowly. The sound was clear and graceful, floating in the air with the fragrant flowers, spreading leisurely and wonderfully.

    He paddled barefoot in the water in time with the beat, his expression gentle and graceful.

    Han Lang did not admire it obsessively. He only saw that although Hua Rong's foot injury had healed, the large scars were still shocking.

    Just as he was about to speak, Hua Rong handed him another leaf.

    Han Lang rubbed his sore eyes, shook his head and said, "I'm not a child, what do I do with these rotten leaves?"

    "Won't you, Your Majesty?" Hua Rong asked in disbelief.

    "That's because I'm not willing to learn."

    "Your Majesty is a genius. He is self-taught without a teacher. He can understand it as soon as he sees it, and he can understand it as soon as he hears it. Do you want to try?" Hua Rong handed the leaves again.

    Han Lang snatched it away, but the small green leaf made him a little at a loss. He forced himself to put it directly into his mouth.

    Huarong leaned over, but Han Lang moved his body outward and said angrily: "You don't need to teach me!"

    "Yes. It's just strange that the prince can make a sound like this. I usually fold the leaves like this and put them against my lips to make a sound."

    Han Lang glared at Hua Rong, but he followed Hua Rongcai's instructions and blew out a harsh note. He broke out in a cold sweat in embarrassment.

    "Your Majesty is indeed a talent, and the tunes he plays are also natural." Hua Rong smiled and praised.

    Han Lang put the leaf in his palm and smiled bitterly.  Although he was lawless when he was young, he still didn't have time to learn to play such simple games.

    ¡°I will keep my word and I will give you an answer the day I see the light of day again.¡±

    Huarong opened the fan, and the three words "Happy in front of the palace" remained unchanged.

    "If I don't go to hell, who will, right?"

    "Your Majesty is wise!" Huarong fanned Han Lang respectfully.

    Han Lang's face sank, "But I have conditions."

    This made Hua Rong a little surprised. He stopped fanning and bowed and asked, "Your Majesty, please speak."

    The silver waves in the pool are still floating, and the leaves are still floating.  Han Lang smiled cowardly, "I don't care who you gave it to the first time, your first time has to be mine!"

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    Broadcast: After in-depth research and extensive discussion, the seminar on the issue of shallots has been successfully concluded.  The masses¡¯ demands are now summarized as follows: they are required to scream warmly, scream beautifully, scream loudly, scream touchingly, scream affectionately, and scream tactfully, and the duration should not be less than thirty minutes.  (In addition, those who are laughing should be dragged out by Mrs. Han for thirty minutes.)

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