Han You's suppressed mood for many days was gone. He finally understood one thing: messing with people and making himself happy is just a bit tiring.
After leaving Jingzhao Mansion, Han You thought for a while and decided that he should go into the palace. It was definitely impossible to get Zhao Tai in there. After all, this guy was already considered a member of the emperor, so it was better to ask for permission.
Go out and turn left, go to the palace, enter the palace, and go to Jingzhi Hall. The young eunuch on duty at Jingzhi Hall said that Lao Ba was off work and was playing swordsmanship in the west side of Wu Hall.
The Martial Palace is not a palace, but an open-air square. There are racks of weapons around it, such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, sticks, sticks, crutches, meteors, anything with sharp points or thorns. The ones that are full of grains and vibrating, it can be said that they have everything.
When Han You arrived, Lao Ba was practicing swordplay, shirtless, with snowflakes flying, and he was performing a swordsmanship that... Han You couldn't understand anyway.
Seeing Han You coming, Wen Wu smiled and nodded as a greeting.
Zhou Ke's sword dance was fierce, and he danced faster and faster. There was a faint sound of a dragon's roar between the movements of his three-foot green blade.
Han You couldn't understand either, so he clapped his hands and shouted "Okay"!
Lao Ba, who had his back to Han You, was startled. When he turned around, he saw Han You coming.
Wenwu quickly handed over the robe, and Lao Ba said angrily while putting on his clothes: "Why do you want to enter the palace?"
Han You didn't understand why and looked at Wen Wu: "Who provoked him again?"
Wen and Wu smiled bitterly, and the emperor squinted his eyes and asked, "Have you ever learned martial arts? How about you compete with me?"
Han You felt that Boss Zhou was just looking for trouble.
Master, if I had learned martial arts, could I have been almost stabbed to death when facing the southern assassins?
Young Master Han knows that the so-called "martial arts" are different from the fake martial arts he came into contact with in his previous life, but real kung fu. This kind of kung fu may not be tricks, but certain techniques, using knives and swords. The skills of using swords and various weapons are practiced all year round, and battle formations are polished, day after day, year after year.
"That's all, I'm just depressed."
After getting dressed, Lao Ba came to Han You and said, "You just asked who provoked me. You, it's you Han You, huh."
"What did I do to you?"
"You make me, Long Yan, unhappy!"
"Then shall I leave?"
"Why don't you go and have a drink with me?"
Han You rolled his eyes fiercely, while Wen Wu called the eunuch to arrange the food and drinks.
"I feel unhappy." Lao Ba, who had his hands behind his back, looked very unhappy and muttered something while walking in front.
Han You laughed dumbly. He roughly guessed why the emperor was depressed. If it were him, he would be depressed too.
Following all the way to Jingzhi Hall, Lao Ba swept the memorials piled up like a hill to the ground, grabbed the imperial case and placed it in the middle of the hall.
Sitting on the embroidered pier, Lao Ba started to curse: "Damn my people, they don't believe in me, they don't believe in my court, my soldiers treat them well, but they actually think that my soldiers, think that I, think that The imperial court wants to harm them, Han You, tell me, how can this be true!"
Han You shrugged and said nothing. If the people trusted the court in the previous dynasty, you would not be the emperor.
With a "pop" sound, Lao Ba slapped the imperial case: "Where should I put my face? Where should I put the face of the court? Changyuan people, more than 4,000 people, this is slapping me in the face." , slapping the imperial court in the face is also slapping you, Han You, the emperor’s personal soldier, in the face.”
"I don't care, just slap it."
Han You turned his head and looked outside the hall. He was a little hungry. Why hadn't the food been served yet?
"Han You!" Seeing Han You's death, Lao Ba said angrily: "You are my emperor's personal soldier, but you don't know how to take the initiative to share my worries."
"You're yelling nonsense." Han You was not happy anymore: "I saved the disaster, I brought the people back, and I spent my money. From the beginning to the end, I contributed money and efforts, and I was scolded and misunderstood. I didn’t say anything, what’s your name?”
Zhou Ke's old face turned red: "Isn't this... isn't this embarrassing for me?"
"Oh, it's shameful. You've only been on the throne for more than a year, and it's not your responsibility. If you want to blame it, you have to blame the previous dynasty. If you hadn't been on the throne, and if you hadn't been as smart as a pig and asked me to go to the disaster relief, I don't know how many people would have died. Maybe four people would have died." Not a single one of the thousands of people could survive, but at least they were rescued, right?"
"That's true...it makes some sense." Boss Zhou was happy again: "That's right. Losing it will also lose the face of the previous dynasty. I am the emperor of this dynasty. If I hadn't dispatched you to disaster relief well, the consequences would have been unimaginable. I am wise, wise, hahahaha."
Han You gave a thumbs up. To be an emperor, you have to be shameless. Any emperor who wants to be shameless will suffer from depression sooner or later and suffer from EMO every day. In the end, there are only two outcomes: either work hard to carry out reforms, or he will become a perverted person.
The food and wine were served, not very rich, just six side dishes and two bottles of unknown wine.
Wen Wu poured a glass of wine for the two of them, and Boss Zhou raised his glass, but Han You hesitated.
Han You looked at Mr. Suan and asked tentatively: "Do you want a poison test?"
Boss Zhou directly scolded: "I'm not afraid of poison, what are you afraid of!"
"I'm afraid that if someone poisons you, I'll be poisoned to death by accident."
Boss Zhou was stunned, stared at Han You, and nodded after a long while: "That makes sense, Wenwu, you take a sip first."
Wen Wu was not surprised at all, he grabbed the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth.
Boss Zhou: "You fucking leave some for me, this is tribute wine."
Wen Wu wiped his mouth: "Drink less, and the poison will attack slowly."
Boss Zhou: "It makes sense, then drink some more."
Wenwu: "I can order food and drink if you want."
"Get away!"
"What if the vegetables are poisonous?"
"Yes, then you try it."
Han You was completely convinced. The emperor is not like the emperor, and eunuchs don't want eunuchs. If they lead the donkey over again, the three of them will not have to do anything all day long, and they will be so stubborn.
Han You suggested: "Eunuch Wen, please move an embroidered pier to drink with your majesty. The students are too drunk and may not enjoy your majesty's company."
Wen Wu shook his head repeatedly: "No, absolutely not."
"Oh, we are all our own people, there is nothing to overstep."
Being embarrassed in civil and military affairs is not something that cannot be surpassed. The main reason is that Zhou Laoba's wine taste is not good. When he is in a bad mood, his wine taste becomes even worse. In the past, when he was in the army, if Zhou Ke was bored and wanted to drink, everyone would Lu Baichuan will be called to drink with Zhou Ke.
Because Lu Baichuan's wine is not as good as Zhou Ke's.
"sit down."
Zhou Laoba was indeed not in a good mood. He nodded to Wen Wu and then sighed.
"In addition to the matter of the people of Changyuan, there is also the Jingwei, the Jingwei who is worse than a dog, actually..."
The emperor scolded me again: "You actually let a group of ordinary people beat them up and run away like rats. These imperial guards are all trash, they are all useless people. I am so angry!"
Han You wanted to have fun, but was embarrassed.
Jingwei is really useless. In the afternoon, he would rush into the construction site and howl like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Then he would continue to howl and howl after being beaten, causing the people of Changyuan to chase away dogs with various tools. Fortunately, the guards responded quickly, otherwise the guards would have killed and injured many people.
"Eighth Camp of Jingwei..."
Boss Zhou drank up the wine in his glass and said fiercely: "I have to move no matter what, if I don't move..."
Han You said in his heart, it's a bastard.
