The Sickly Beauty Substitute Called It Quits

Shang Junlin imagined the red-lipped and white-toothed Shen Yu wearing a little eunuch's clothes and following behind him, his eyes darkened.

In the end reluctant.

"I have someone put up a screen, and you sit in the back."

Shen Yu bumped on him: "Does your majesty want to avenge the revenge that I placed behind the screen at that time?"

At that time, in order to establish prestige in the Yuzhang Palace, Shang Junlin refused to go elsewhere, so Shen Yu had to have a large screen set up in the main hall and let Shang Junlin sit in the back.

"Is that stingy in your eyes?" Shang Junlin pinched his gloomy cheeks.

Shen Yu whispered: "Your Majesty has used the excuse of Shen Qingran's writing to me several times to take advantage of it..."

Shang Jun's ears were sharp, and he heard this sentence clearly, and he squeezed the flesh on Shen Yu's face and shook it from side to side: "If it wasn't for Ayu's unwillingness, why would I find these reasons?"

He wished that other men's names would never appear in Shen Yu's ears.

Shen Yu didn't want to admit these words, and broke Shang Junlin's hand: "Why does Your Majesty like to toss people and blame others?"

If it wasn't for Shang Junlin getting better every time, Shen Yu would have to find ways to push back?

"Yes, yes, they all blame me, because I didn't work hard enough to make Ayu comfortable." Shang Junlin released the hand that held the soft flesh on Shen Yu's face, and kissed the red spot.

Shen Yu was speechless for a while by Shang Junlin's intentional misinterpretation, and he understood that he had no chance of winning against Shang Junlin in this matter.

He sat up straight and patted Shang Junlin on the shoulder as if venting his hatred: "Your Majesty has worked hard, really, if you try harder, your Majesty will find someone else."

Now that you can torment him enough, what else do you want?

"Ayu, you can't talk nonsense like this." Shang Junlin hugged Shen Yu's waist hard and put him in his arms, and bit Shen Yu's lips fiercely.

"Hmm—" The sting came, Shen Yu whispered, and soon, he felt the **** smell coming from his mouth.

"His Majesty!"

"I don't like hearing words like that," Shang Junlin let go of his gloomy mouth and gently kissed the blood stains on his mouth, "Ayu, everything I have can only be yours!"

The aura on the man's body was terrifying, like a violent storm sweeping everything, Shen Yu was in the center of the whirlpool, and he deeply felt Shang Junlin's mood at the moment.

"Okay, Your Majesty, I'm talking nonsense," Shen Yu chased up, and when Shang Junlin withdrew, he took the initiative to kiss the man's lips, "Of course Your Majesty is mine, and no one can **** His Majesty away from me. ."

Under Shen Yu's comfort, the terrifying aura on Shang Junlin gradually calmed down. He did not regain the initiative immediately, but enjoyed Shen Yu's rare initiative.

The young man carried a faint scent, very shallow, and he could smell it only when he got close. Shang Junlin liked this scent very much.

Shen Yu didn't go deep, just grinded it against his lips. There was still a wound on his lips, and the faint smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two of them.

Feeling that Shang Junlin calmed down, Shen Yu gradually withdrew.

Shang Junlin couldn't let go of such a good opportunity. At the moment when they were about to separate, he didn't know when to move his hand behind Shen Yu's head with a little force, and Shen Yu was forced to bump into it.

Compared with just now, Shang Junlin's kiss this time is much gentler, although gentle, but with a force that cannot be rejected.

Under the luxuriant tree, the man in dark clothes hugged the blue-clothed youth in his arms tightly, the tree shadows swirling, and occasionally a few birds circled over the heads of the two of them.

The breeze blew, and the branches and leaves swayed, causing ripples.

Mottled light and shadow fell on the heads and bodies of the two, and the swing gently swayed with the movements of the two. In the quiet afternoon, everything was leisurely and beautiful.

After being inspired by Shen Yu, Shang Junlin invited important ministers to discuss matters.

To implement the gloomy idea, Dahuan's existing law on merchants is bound to be modified.

After proposing the idea that Shen Yu said, the imperial study fell into a long silence.

After a long time, the Prime Minister said hesitantly: "Although this method subverts cognition, for Da Huan, the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages, and the minister thought that it could be implemented."

"It's just a businessman, can the treasury still be short of this amount of money? Compared with the previous dynasty, Dahuan has already treated businessmen very favorably. This minister feels that there is no need to give them more preferential treatment. Useless." Some ministers disagreed.

The Minister of Industry and the Minister of Household looked at each other, and this time they reached an agreement.

"Your Majesty, I think this method is feasible."

"The minister also agrees that the merchants are also my Dahuan's subjects. There is no reason to be too harsh on them. It is just to give some more honors, and it can also make these merchants feel more belonging to Dahuan."

After you came and I quarreled, the one with the favorable opinion prevailed.

"I don't know who thought of this method. People with such great talents should not be buried!" The prime minister had a great impression on the person who put forward this opinion.

"It was your gentleman who mentioned it to me inadvertently." Speaking of depression, the expression on Shang Junlin's face softened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Prime Minister wanted His Majesty to reuse the words of the person who came up with the law, but he got stuck. Since ancient times, the harem has not been able to do politics. He sighed heavily in his heart, which is a pity.

The other ministers did not expect this answer, and looked at each other, and for a while, the hall became quiet again.

In the end, it was the Minister of the Ministry of Industry who said, "Your Majesty is a great talent, and it is a blessing for me, Dahuan, to have your help."

Shang Junlin once told him vaguely that the cement recipe was taken out by Shen Guijun, and the Minister of Works was very fond of Shen Yu at the time. Now that he has come up with a way to solve the big problem of the Ministry of Works, he is even more drawn to him. Full of goodwill.

Shang Junlin's brows became softer.

"How to implement this matter, you first come up with a charter. Before the official implementation," Shang Junlin paused, "Just put it on the work that the Ministry of Industry is currently doing to experiment."

"The minister leads the order."

On the way out of the palace, several ministers gathered to talk.

"It's really a pity for the child of the Hou family in Zhenbei."

"There have been rumors before that he has a gully in his heart, and I don't know what Zhenbeihou thought, sending his son-in-law into the palace."

Under the circumstances at that time, who didn't know that being sent to the palace was equivalent to becoming a waste. The only son of the first son, Zhen Beihou, said that if he gave up, he would give up, which was very eye-opening.

"At that time, what attracted the attention of the Duke of Zhenbei was his concubine and the child born to his concubine. That child was also involved in the matter of the King of Yue. I want to tell you that the direct son is the direct son, not any cat or dog can climb on the direct son's head. Yes, Zhenbei Hou's favorite concubine gave birth to a son, but he didn't even ask about his son-in-law, he was really confused."

"Who says it's not, Shen Guijun is so much better than his shy son with his elbows turned out, and I don't know that he doesn't regret it in his heart now."

"This is the end, what's the use of regret?"

Does Zhenbeihou regret it?

Regret!

Regret that the intestines are blue.

After Shen Yu entered the palace, Shen Qingran's death again and again wiped out the only father-son relationship in Zhenbei Hou's heart. I don't know if Shen Yu's behavior broke his filter for Ruyi Niang. Now it doesn't matter what he thinks. , Ruyi Niang is an ordinary woman who can no longer be ordinary, and he even began to doubt whether he was infatuated with Ruyi Niang at the beginning.

Out of sight is clear, after the aunt Ruyi made trouble twice, Zhenbeihou was only bored with her, but at this time, in order to clean up the mess caused by Shen Qingran, he directly locked Ruyi Niang up in his impatience. .

Ruyi Niang, who had been in the Houfu of Zhenbei for more than ten years, fell like this, which attracted the sighs of all the people in the Houfu.

"Why, the eldest son, if you don't make a move, you will be powerless if you make a move." A concubine who had been in the Hou residence for a long time sighed.

"Yeah, a few months ago, who would have thought that Ruyi Niang, who was treated like Mrs. Zheng in the Hou residence, would have such a day."

"In the end, she's just a concubine. I've been ignoring her for a long time, relying on Lord Hou's favor and power."

"The direct son is the direct son. She wants to help her son take the throne, but she doesn't want to see if Da Huan's law agrees."

"No, there are some people who have a low life and a high priority. If she hadn't had a wife back then, would she be able to be today?"

"Be careful, be careful, that one can't be mentioned."

In the yard separated by a wall, Ru Yi Niang clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into the flesh, she knew that those people deliberately told her about it, and they were suppressed for more than ten years. Get down to earth.

The news of Zhenbei Hou's mansion reached Shen Yu's ears through Mu Xi.

"It really deserves it. Ruyi Niang is afraid that I can't think of it. There will be a day when Fengshui will turn around." After reporting the situation of Zhenbei Houfu, Mu Xi was extremely relieved, but...

"Did you expect everything before your son left the residence?"

At that time, Mu Xi also felt that Shen Yu's handing over the matter to the Marquis of Zhenbei was for the convenience of Concubine Ru.

Not only Mu Xi, but other people in the mansion thought so too. After so many years, Zhenbei Hou has seen the people who favored the mansion like Auntie for all to see. He handed things over to Zhenbei Hou, not for Zhenbei Hou to protect people. chance?

Shen Yu casually fiddled with the growing "Jun Ling": "I just let her know what kind of person Zhenbei Hou is, if I take care of Ru Yiniang, she will only have hatred for me in her heart. The one who went into **** was the Duke of Zhenbei, who had always been fond of her?"

"She thought she had entered the heart of Marquis Zhenbei, but she didn't know that it was only because she didn't touch the interests of Marquis Zhenbei. You see, I was in the palace and didn't do anything. She already realized that Marquis Zhenbei was a What a heartless person."

"It's still the gentleman's thoughtful consideration."

Shen Yu chuckled and didn't say a word. He just nodded his head to kill. There were so many ways to get rid of Ruyi Niang, but he didn't do it. What he wanted was for Ruyi Niang to see with her own eyes how hypocritical Zhenbei Hou was. People, her self-confessed affection is actually nothing in the eyes of Zhenbei Hou. He can give her infinite favor, let her be a blessing in Zhenbei Hou's mansion, and he can take back everything and make her deceive everyone.

She was not worth mentioning in his heart, her former glory was just a joke, and Shen Yu wanted her to personally deny everything in the past.

This made her more uncomfortable than he did it himself.

The Molan sent by Shang Junlin has passed the flowering period, and Shen Yu put the two pots of flowers together for a closer look.

"Ayu is taking care of these flowers again?" Shang Junlin strode in and touched the gloomy face, "Ayu seems to be very happy today?"

"Is it so obvious?" Shen Yu touched his face, but he forgot that his hand had just touched the soil, and the suet jade-like face was suddenly stained with mud.

Shang Junlin raised his gloomy chin and slowly wiped it off for him, "Ayu, accompany me to the palace exam tomorrow, you don't have to pretend to be anyone, just follow me."

What you missed, I will fill it up for you one by one.