I Rely On Beauty To Stabilize The Country - Chapter 152

The sage didn’t intend to do anything to him, but the anger in Chu Wei’s heart was not diminished. He stared at the bed net made of tulle and looked at the hazy bright yellow figure outside. +++All Tanmei Novels: www.mtlnovel.com

Gu Yuanbai calmly sat on the soft leaning outside, waiting for Tian Fusheng’s explanation.

After learning that the actor lying on him (bed chuang) was the hero in the book, Chu Wei, Gu Yuanbai patted the armrest with one hand, and the dull sound made his heart tremble. Gu Yuanbai squeezed the armrest firmly, his fingertips turning white.

Tian Fusheng had never seen the angry face of the sage, he trembled, knowing that he was in trouble.

“Tian Fusheng,” the saint’s voice was distorted when it reached the inner hall, “what kind of lewd image I am in your heart…!”

The emperor was angry, and the entire bedroom fell on his knees.

Chu Wei, who was tied to the (bed chuang) by the Big Five Flowers, heard these words and saw the man kneeling on the ground. His eyes were cold and sneered. After a while, a palace man came in and lit the lamp, dim. The interior of his bedroom was suddenly bright as day.

Chu Wei blinked uncomfortably a few times. Outside the bednet, the bright yellow figure was leaning softly and coughing. His voice was dull and hurried.

The emperor wore only a shirt and was slender and thin. The anger in Chu Wei’s heart gradually calmed down and turned into an unfathomable ice pool.

After waiting for a while, Gu Yuanbai tried to straighten up and walked slowly to the bedside.

Chu Wei stared straight at him through the bed tent. If the emperor himself did not know that he was tied up, the emperor’s control over the inner court was really weak. How did such an emperor pull the power minister Lu Feng off his horse?

Chu Wei has been studying abroad since seven years ago. Although he is far away from the court, he can learn some news from his father. However, his father’s low official position and no ambition in the official career made Chu Wei not understand the details of the government.

Thousands of thoughts rushed into his mind in an instant, but a hand reaching into the bed net suddenly cut off these thoughts.

This hand is very beautiful, slender and white, but the emperor lifted the bed net with a glance.

Gu Yuanbai is not an egoist. After he became the emperor, he was not dizzy by rights. He changed his position and thought for a moment. If he was forced to be tied to another man’s (bed chuang) by (强qiang), he Will also be full of (killing sha) intention to that person.

No matter what method is used, no matter who the opponent is, he will be (killed).

So he quickly forgiven Chu Wei for showing (exposing) his intention to (kill sha), and even in order to appease the actor who was implicated by Tian Fusheng, his voice was much softer.

“No one will know about this…” In the middle of the sentence, an itch came out of his throat. Gu Yuanbai clenched a fist to his lips and coughed with his head sideways.

A blue silk was messy, and with the slight trembling of the movement, the palace man knelt down on the ground outside, and his body trembled. No one dared to go forward and help the emperor at this time.

This cough couldn’t stop, and the cough was heart-piercing until the end. Gu Yuanbai bent his waist with shaking hands, and weakly pressed the side of the dragon couch.

The bright yellow (color) silk and satin embroidered with dragon patterns were creases one after another by his pale hands. Suddenly, there was an illusion of a lingering fragrance (yan yan).

Chu Wei frowned slowly. Only then did he remember that the emperor had just erected his crown last year. Not only that, but his body was extremely weak.

…

It’s really useless.

“Holy Master,” the sound of ice water falling into the pool room sounded, “Are you okay?”

Gu Yuanbai suddenly squeezed the sheets in his hands.

The blue veins bulged on the back of his pale hand, like a vein carefully carved on a jade pendant. Gu Yuanbai leaned against the bed, his coughing gradually weakened.

The cough was gone, but the heavy breathing was still there. Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and breathed fresh breath. After a while, he tremblingly got up on the bed.

Gu Yuanbai is used to this kind of body.

He stood up laboriously, clearly embarrassed, but calmly continued to say the words with Chu Wei: “Don’t worry that others will know, I will send you home secretly, and I will punish you without authorization. These **** minions.”

Chu Wei looked at him quietly.

The young emperor’s body was worse than he had imagined. After a cough, the corners of his eyes were red, and his lips were stained with rouge (color), as if he had cried.

His appearance was much better than he had imagined.

Chu Wei is known as the most beautiful man in the capital, and nowadays he has cited good masculinity as an elegant thing. But after experiencing a lot of hints from men, big and small, Chu Wei almost hated all men who thought of him badly.

When he was **** by Wuhuada, he already had a monstrous (to kill sha) in his heart. After knowing that he was sent to the dragon bed, (to kill sha) was even more fierce. Even if he was imprisoned by the nine tribes, he wanted to let this faint king. Pay the price!

But I didn’t expect that this was not the emperor’s idea, nor did he expect that the emperor was so beautiful.

Chu Wei badly used the word “beautiful” in his heart to describe the emperor, in order to relieve the anger that was previously (强qiang) in his heart.

Such a beautiful little emperor, the first time he saw him was disgusted, he shouldn’t like men either?

If his thoughts were known to Gu Yuanbai, I am afraid that Gu Yuanbai would be speechless. Chu Wei was obviously homophobic.

The person in the original book is a straight man and a homophobic. How did he get together in the end?

The beauty of Chu’s hygiene is not the beauty of boys and girls. His beauty is to use the character of handsomeness to the limit, such as bright moon, clear and high wind, a lot of heroism between the eyebrows, and he is slender and vigorous, just like one. A charged cheetah.

If Gu Yuanbai chooses, what he likes most is this (body shen) body, handsome and healthy, compared to Chu Wei, his appearance now lacks a little heroic spirit.

Chu Wei was silent. Gu Yuanbai thought he was still responding in his heart. He sighed and sat on the side of the bed casually, “If I remember correctly, your father should be a doctor in the ritual department?”

This chit-chat posture, made by the sage, will be extremely flattering to those who are chatting.

Chu Wei was loosened, and respectfully stepped down from (床chuang) to pray with the holy, “Holy master, remember it.”

Gu Yuanbai looked at him indifferently, waved his sleeves, and sent people a chair. He put on his coat and sat at the table where he usually handles government affairs.

“Your father once wrote me a zhezi and talked about the principles of managing the Yellow River floods,” the sage said with a smile, “I also remember the contents clearly. Although there are some shortcomings, it is a good plan. But at that time, I The power is left behind, but it cannot be implemented immediately.”

Chu Wei frowned unconsciously.

His father knew a lot about the management of floods. He had read the memorial and said without shame that this memorial of his father seemed to him to be the most ingenious method in the world, and this one had never been out of the palace. Holy Master, now that this memorial still has some shortcomings?

The future minister bowed his head and asked in a deep voice, “I also ask the Holy Spirit for advice.”

Gu Yuanbai was not polite. He just rummaged a little and found out the memorial of Chu Wei’s father from the memorials. Chu Wei saw this, his face was slightly slow, at least the emperor really cared.

“The Yellow River flood has been a headache for the past dynasties since ancient times. Chu Qing stated three points, one is prevention before floods, the other is rescue during floods, and the third is disaster relief after floods.” Gu Yuanbai moved his fingers along with the words on the memorial. Chu Wei unconsciously looked at the place pointed at his fingertips, “Tang Taizong set up a righteous warehouse and a Changping warehouse to prepare for a fierce year. He made a good start. The Tang Dynasty developed water conservancy, and the Western Han Dynasty “Jia Rang San Ce” Presumably your father is already familiar with it, one is to change the route, the other is to divert, and the third is to increase and thicken the original dike…”

The emperor was not in a hurry, talking about his thoughts bit by bit, and when he became interested, he picked up a brush to draw the bend of the Yellow River. The current was turbulent, but he was smooth and calm under his brush.

Talk freely and with a smile.

Chu Wei was almost stunned. He didn’t expect that the emperor would have such a side. His smart brain made him easily understand the meaning of the emperor. It was because of his understanding that he was surprised.

The Lord felt cold hands and feet after he finished speaking, his nose was pitifully red, and he was relieved after he was put on the stove.

He looked at Chu Wei, who was thinking carefully, and the narrow corner of his mouth flashed past, paced slowly, and suddenly said: “Chu Wei, do you know what kind of Daheng I want?”

I’m going to open up talented people!

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Chu Wei returned home in the middle of the night wrapped in the cold wind. He silently rejected the concerns of the family members and locked himself in the study alone.

He sat withered in the study all night, and when the sky was slightly cooler and the bird’s cry came through the window, he knew that it was dawn.

Chu Wei stood up and pushed open the door of the study. The early morning breath was cold and fresh, and his swollen mind instantly calmed down.

There are hills in the heart of the saint.

He sat all night and came to this conclusion.

It’s not as weak and useless as he thought. No, the saint may be weak, or he may not be able to control the military power or even the inner court, but in that weak and weak body, there is a prototype of an ambitious Mingjun.

The picture of the saint bending over and coughing flashed across Chu Wei’s mind last night.

Thin white fingers pinched the satin bed, fingers should be buried between the bedding.

He coughed so much that there was water in his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, and the lips were tightly pressed, but they were redder than the ends of the eyes.

Chu Wei slowly turned around, his feet stiffened, and then gradually became firmer, and walked towards the bookshelf step by step.