My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 6

　What Chen Zeming did not expect was that three days later he heard the news of Yang Liang's expedition.
　　He was on duty at the time. When he arranged his affairs and drove out of the palace, he heard a lot of discussions along the way, saying that the army was ready to set off. Many of the 100,000 troops gathered by the North Korean Central Committee were young people from Beijing. So the streets were crowded with people coming to see their loved ones. The flow of people stretched all the way towards the city gate, with no end in sight to the left and right.
　　Following the direction of the army, he was separated from the crowd by a street, chased by horses, crowds appearing in the gaps between houses. Chen Zeming was a little worried, he didn't know if he would miss Yang Liang because of this.
　　As he approached the gate, he breathed a sigh of relief.
　　The general under the city was wearing a sharp armor, lightly reined, and a silver gun hung beside the horse.
　　The horse took a few steps back and forth but didn't let him smile lazily on his face. He looked so relaxed, it seemed that this trip was not on the battlefield, but just to find friends for a drink.
　　It turned out that his horse weapon was a gun, and Chen Zeming couldn't help laughing. It was too orthodox and completely inconsistent with his personality.
　　Chen Zeming was abandoned immediately and shouted loudly.
　　However, there are noisy surroundings, and farewell is always full of tears, attachment, and calling. At this moment, maybe everyone is saying something, even oneself can't hear it clearly. His cry was quickly drowned in a huge sound.
　　What is strange is that Yang Liang quickly turned his head and saw Chen Zeming who was jumping anxiously behind the crowd.
　　The eyes of the two met, and Chen Zeming said loudly: "I want to come back well!"
　　He knew he couldn't hear clearly, but Yang Liang smiled and waved at him as if knowingly. After a while, Yang Liang lowered his head and touched it in his arms, then took out an object and threw it at him.
　　Chen Zeming jumped up to catch it, but it was a hollow jade medallion.
　　Chen Zeming was startled.
　　Looking up, Yang Liang pointed to his waist and seemed to have something to say to Chen Zeming. Chen Zeming stared at his mouth carefully.
　　"Take it!" Yang Liang said.
　　Chen Zeming nodded, and Yang Liang smiled.
　　At this moment, the flow of people in front of him began to decrease, and the army had basically left the city, and set out soon.
　　Yang Liang was about to call his horse, and suddenly heard the sound of a horn outside the city, both of them listened for a moment, and it was obvious that they were gathering. Yang Liang reined in his horse, nodded at him, and then ran out.
　　Chen Zeming was about to catch up, but seeing that Yang Liang, who was already out of the city gate, didn't know when he had taken the gun off, he swung it in a circle. The silver tip of the gun shone like a shooting star in the sunlight.
　　When passing by the line of sergeants, he suddenly raised his hand, raised the silver spear high, and left.
　　The sergeants followed.
　　Chen Zeming couldn't help being stunned by this back figure as mighty and decisive as the god of war. Yang Liang, who had always been lazy, turned out to be so full of vigor.

　　When the dust settled, the army was gone, and people gradually dispersed. The noise just now is in sharp contrast with the cooling at this moment. This feeling is sorrow.
　　Chen Zeming lowered his head, holding a piece of jade with an excellent water head. The color was green and the carving was exquisite. It was very valuable at first glance. Doubts abound in his heart, but he still took the jade medal into his arms.

　　That night, the emperor summoned.
　　As soon as he entered the hall, Chen Zeming felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, and the little emperor's face seemed a little sad, but also seemed to be angry, and he was in a trance. Compared with the usual calmness, he suddenly appeared real at this moment, and he was no longer so remote.
　　Chen Zeming thought of leaving the post in the daytime, although it was only half an hour, although he also greeted others, but who knows whether the emperor will pick a bone in an egg, he can't help but feel anxious.
　　When the emperor saw him, he constricted his strange expression on his face, thought for a moment, and then spoke. Just say that the birthday of the Queen Mother is approaching, and then more attention should be paid to the safety of the palace.
　　He gave orders from above, and Chen Zeming responded one by one below. At this time, the scene really smelled like a monarch, a sage, and a minister.
　　At the end, Chen Zeming knelt down and retired. The emperor suddenly woke up: "By the way, I gave you the jade lion last time. Bring it to the palace manager tomorrow."
　　Suddenly mentioning this matter, Chen Zeming stiffened with blood and did not respond for a long while.
　　The emperor said, "What?"
　　Chen Zeming knelt and replied: "The minister is just panicked. I don't know where something went wrong. Long live the rewards." The
　　emperor didn't care: "Don't worry about Aiqing, it's none of your business. The queen mother has recently won it." A good piece of jade, I want to carve a lion. I think that the jade lion looked so cute last time, and it just happened to be used to make a craftsman's appearance."
　　Chen Zeming kowtowed and exited.
　　On the second day, he brought the jade lion to the palace. After a few days, there was no movement from the emperor. Chen Zeming lived like years as if he was roasted on a fire. When he was on duty, he was always a little depressed, unexpectedly making some small things frequently. All commanders called him out and reprimanded him a lot. In fact, some of them made use of the topic, and Chen Zeming didn't care.
　　That evening, he was leading soldiers on patrol, and a eunuch came to announce to him that it was the emperor who wanted to see him. He listened suddenly, a little lost, and the sun was pounding. With vacillating footsteps, he went with the eunuch. I don't know how long it has been. The other party suddenly stood up, he almost ran into it, looked up, and was taken aback. Isn't this the emperor's bathing room?
　　The gatekeeper eunuch said loudly: "Chen Zeming is here." Before the words fell, someone had opened the two-page carved door for him.
　　Chen Zeming had to step in with his robe.
　　As soon as he entered the door, the fake jade lion was placed upright on the floor inside the door. Chen Zeming glanced over, and he knelt down with a sound in his head. When she was in a daze, a Gong E flashed out from behind the screen, and said in surprise: "How come your
　　lord is kneeling at the door? Long live, please come over and talk." Chen Zeming stared at the graceful figure of Gong E in a daze and only got up after a long while.
　　Entering the inner room, seeing that the room was divided into two rooms by a rolling curtain, only the sound of the water was heard occasionally, and the nose was full of ambiguous and moist aromas. Chen Zeming did not dare to look up, and knelt down and said: "Chen Zeming, the minister, see Long live." For
　　a long time. Fang heard someone in the room let out an "um".
　　Chen Zeming held his breath and waited for another moment. The emperor suddenly said, "You come in."
　　Chen Zeming blurted out: "Chen..." His first reaction was to say the word dare not, but he couldn't help shutting up when the words reached his mouth. After a moment, he stood up slowly. Long ago Gong E had rolled up the bamboo curtain for him. Chen Zeming lowered his head and drilled in without squinting. At first glance, his face seemed expressionless, but his body was actually very stiff when he looked closely.
　　This room was very large, and it was a special bathing place for the emperor. The room was paved with jade and a pool with a depth of half a person, which can accommodate several people. The water is running water, introduced from outside the palace, and it is warm all year round. The emperor was soaking in the pool, watching him come in, smiled, and said: "What are you doing in a daze? Don't wait for Master Chen to undress."
　　Sure enough, two Gong Es stepped forward.
　　Chen Zeming did not look up but took a step back.
　　The emperor leaned against the pool, did not speak when he saw him resisting the decree, and slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Chen Zeming. The Gong Es were all a little surprised and exchanged their eyes. The two stood in a stalemate for a moment, and Chen Zeming untied his belt in silence and threw it to the ground. A smile appeared in the emperor's eyes, vaguely proud, closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.
　　After the sound of rustling, the emperor raised his eyes and almost laughed: "Chen Qing doesn't take off his pants even in the bath?" Gong E hid his mouth and laughed.
　　Chen Zeming had already felt embarrassed, his face suddenly blushed when he heard this, a cloud of anger rose between his eyebrows, he lowered his head and did not answer or reply, clenched his fists naked, and froze in place. The emperor raised his eyebrows, raised his hands, and the palaces retreated from Chen Zeming's side. Chen Zeming knew that he would not be able to hide after all, but he couldn't help but shiver.
　　The house was quiet quickly as if entering no one's land.
　　Chen Zeming knelt down and said, "...Thank you long live...reward!" After he raised his head, he saw the smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth, and his heartfelt as uncomfortable as if he was suddenly stung by a bee. After hesitating for a long time, the emperor didn't urge him but closed his eyes as if he was rested.
　　After all, Chen Zeming got into the water. He didn't dare to stand in the pool for long. He chose to sit down at the farthest distance from the emperor. However, the pool was originally small, and two big men sat in it, and it was inevitable to touch each other. The emperor's feet leaned against his thighs intentionally or unintentionally.
　　Chen Zeming was forced by him to almost stick to the wall. During the torment, the water was suddenly rippling, but the emperor leaned in. When the two were no more than an inch apart, Fang stopped and put his hand behind him. Chen Zeming couldn't help but shrank, but there was no way of retreat. He could only turn his head slightly to the side, avoid his snort, and show no expression.
　　At the moment, the two of them are breathing entangled and ambiguous.
　　The emperor leaned into his ear and whispered: "Aiqing is so obedient today..."
　　Chen Zeming lowered his head and said nothing.
　　The little emperor suddenly laughed: "Why should a general be like this virgin woman, this is not the first time." Chen Zeming was shocked suddenly, and he couldn't help showing pain.
　　The Emperor stretched out his hand and pulled out the hairpin on top of his head.
　　The long hair fell, covering his cheeks, his face was much softer than usual, and he looked more handsome.
　　The emperor looked for a moment, then suddenly probed his hand and pushed him into the water.
　　Chen Zeming was caught off guard and drank several sips of water in a moment. 【】Hurriedly struggling to get up, but the emperor's neck was firmly gripped, and he couldn't help being shocked. After such a stalemate for a while, Chen Zeming's breath was almost exhausted. In his heart, could it be that he was going to die in this pond today? Why did the emperor kill himself, but he couldn't think of why? In desperation, Emperor Sujue let go of his hand and stood up abruptly before he came out of the water.
　　The emperor looked at him with a smile and seemed to find it very interesting.
　　The other party was noble, and Chen Zeming had nothing to do, so he had to sit down and breathe. At this moment, he was drenched, with long hair clinging to his cheeks, and the water droplets spontaneously slipped off the top and then flowed down the tips of the hair to the corners of his lips. The color of the two compartments is brighter than the other, it seems that his hair is like lacquer ink and his lips are like dandelion. Under the dimly yellow light swaying, it only looked sparse and picturesque.
　　The emperor suddenly grabbed his arm and lifted him up.
　　Chen Zeming couldn't help but staggered a few steps, and before he could react, he was pushed down by the pool. []
　　From beginning to end, Chen Zeming didn't say a word.
　　When everything was over, the emperor walked in, dressed, and returned to the bedroom.
　　Chen Zeming cleaned himself up, put on his clothes, and sat on the ground for a long time. He slowly got up and moved to the doorstep by step. When he looked down, the jade lion had disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.
　　From beginning to end, no one mentioned a word about this fake lion.
　　Chen Zeming chuckled softly, laughed a few times, and then closed his mouth. The laughter in the dark was really hoarse and unpleasant.
　　After resting for a while, he returned to the duty room and slept all night leaning on the armchair. No matter what the soldier reported, he just assigned someone to look at it, but he was as steady as a mountain. The colleagues and friends in the same class ran a few times overnight, and they couldn't help but complain, but in the end, the grade was not as high as him, and he didn't dare to say anything.
　　Chen Zeming thought that this was the end of the matter, wasn't it the same way last time?
　　But then the emperor's summons became more frequent. He did it for the first time and again for the second time. After that, he consciously had no position to refuse. In addition, the jade lion did not return him again, and his resistance to resist became less and less. The emperor obviously did it too. The same view.
　　Chen Zeming felt that life was gradually becoming a nightmare.
　　Every morning when he woke up, he was depressed. Why did he see the same house and still need to face the same things? 【】The emperor saw him practicing martial arts for many years, his body was strong, and his movements were even more rude without pity 【】, he also tried on him. Later, when he faced the emperor, he had a sense of fear that he couldn't control himself. As long as he saw that face, he turned pale and stiff.
　　Such a change hit Chen Zeming quite hard. He felt that his spirit and bravery were slowly disappearing in the emperor's torment. He was afraid that one day, even if he could go on the battlefield and face a strong enemy, he would do the same. Lose courage. Because he was afraid of being strong, he was terrified by this recognition, but he was powerless.
　　At the same time, the rumors could not be suppressed. Excessive and frequent communication let more people know the emperor's unusualness to him. All kinds of rumors began to circulate. Some of these rumors are close to the truth, and some are completely out of thin air. Fabrication, but no matter what it was, it finally reached the ears of the old lady Chen Ji.
　　Chen Wei almost lost his breath. After he eased his mind, he felt uneasy. When his son returned home, he circumscribed and asked if this happened.
　　Chen Zeming was shocked by his father's temptation, and blood poured into his face, repeatedly denying it.
　　Chen Wei seemed to be relieved, but not long after, arranged for a matchmaker to come to inquire, and wanted to find a right daughter-in-law for his son. The elderly thought that this would make the rumors self-defeating.
　　Chen Zeming silently observed his father's actions, and his father thought it was acquiescence.
　　At the same time, the emperor actually heard about this, and in a private call, he maliciously said: "Let me think, how do you do this kind of thing?" []
　　He sadly remembered the anxious look in his father's questioning. Yes, father, it is exactly what you heard. I can't imagine your embarrassed and angry expression when you hear it. You are old and you should no longer be humiliated like this. Why can't I bear these sins by myself?
　　[] The emperor said: "You really want to get married?"
　　Chen Zeming did not answer, and the emperor said again: "That's very simple. Let my sister, Princess Huining, give you a kiss, and the uncle of the country will become a husband and wife."
　　Chen Zeming was startled and flatly refused: "No, I don't want to marry." Seeing the emperor's face, he said slowly: "...The emperor is worried."
　　Chen Zeming went home, found the birthday characters sent by the matchmaker, and shredded them one by one...
　　Chen Yi stomped his feet with anger and pointed at him: "
　　Fuzzy !!" Madam Chen hurried to grab it. Chen Zeming waved his arm and threw the unfinished post out. The silver light flashed, and a sharp blade was nailed to the door. Above, the trembling sword carried a few eight-character posts.
　　Chen Zeming said coldly: "It's always quiet now." Before the words
　　fell, his mother slapped his face severely. Chen Zeming lowered his head. Since he was a child, he had never seen his mother be so angry. He was extremely unhappy in his heart, but it was himself who had to provoke his mother.
　　Chen Zeming was silent for a while, then turned back and left.

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