Chapter 134 The Infirm and Powerful Minister

After Lin Xiaodong cleaned up the people around the little emperor, the other party was obviously a lot more peaceful.

At least, he won't make any small moves on the surface. When he was in court, the little emperor also gave priority to Lin Xiaodong's opinion. When asked about his thoughts, he would only answer "Mr. All Listen", like a puppet doll with no thought.

This scene was watched by the old officials and hated in their hearts. If his eyes could turn into knives, then Lin Xiaodong, who was standing at the front, should have been stabbed into a sieve long ago.

In a flash, the new year came.

According to the custom of the Jing Dynasty, a family banquet will be held in the palace on New Year's Eve, but the little emperor is only thirteen years old now, not to mention marrying a wife and concubine, and even he is still a child. The only people who can spend the New Year with him are probably the maids and eunuchs in the palace.

So, adhering to the nature of a child, he left Lin Xiaodong alone after a certain sex meeting, and asked in a half-expectation, half-perturbed tone: "Sir, on New Year's Eve this year, can you talk to me? Are you going to dinner together?"

Of course Lin Xiaodong didn't want to.

The rules in the palace are big, and all kinds of Manchu and Han banquets will be cold when the people below check them out.

But seeing the look of the young man after Mian Mi, although he knew that it was mostly fake, Lin Xiaodong swallowed his words silently, and his heart softened.

"Okay," he said reluctantly, "I will be there on time for the banquet."

Seeing that Lin Dongqing agreed, the little emperor was also very surprised.

But he soon raised a bright smile, jumped off the dragon chair three times amidst the exclamations of the eunuch next to him, came to the man, grabbed his sleeve and said, "Sir, let's agree Now! What kind of dishes do you like to eat? I will now tell the royal chef to learn!"

Lin Xiaodong lowered his eyes and looked at the clear eyes of the young man.

The little emperor's words were full of joyful emotions, like a simple and unscrupulous thirteen-year-old boy.

Does Lin Xiaodong believe it?

He believes there is a ghost.

The young man calmly stretched out his hand to help the little emperor put the crooked crown on his head upright, and his cold and pale fingertips brushed the young man's cheek. Such an intimate and abnormal behavior caused him to stiffen slightly.

"Your Majesty, you are no longer a child," the young man said in a low voice, his dark eyes seemed to see through what the young man was thinking, "Fortunately, the court meeting is over, and only the minister in the hall sees it, otherwise..."

The little emperor wondered, what does it mean that only one person sees it? Aren't there so many eunuchs and palace maids nearby?

But he quickly reacted, his face turned pale: "First, sir, if you want to punish me, punish me, they are all-"

"Is it innocent?" Lin Xiaodong gave a low smile, "Your Majesty is still young, how could you say such innocent words as an emperor? Besides, you are the monarch of a country, and you are a minister, how could you possibly punish you? Woolen cloth."

The implication is that only those eunuchs and palace maids can be used for surgery.

After hearing Lin Dongqing's first sentence, all the eunuchs and palace maids in the hall had already knelt down, and those who were not mentally able to bear were already crying with fright, but they didn't dare to beg for mercy at all, they could only endure it with their mouths covered. Fear, lying on the ground shivering.

Alas, it's fun to scare kids.

Seeing the little emperor stammering and speechless, Lin Xiaodong finally suppressed his wicked taste, glanced at the group of people kneeling on the ground with a cold gaze, and said lightly, "Since Your Majesty is begging for you Well, then forget it this time."

Hearing the grateful "Thank Your Majesty's grace", the little emperor breathed a sigh of relief.

But he secretly glanced at the face of the young man in front of him, and suddenly whispered: "Sir, you don't really want to punish them, do you?"

Lin Xiaodong's expression remained unchanged: "Why do you say that?"

"Because you're not angry," the little emperor lived in a deep palace since he was a child. Although he was a crown prince, but because the queen was not favored, and the late emperor was a power-hungry maniac, he was very taboo about foreign relatives interfering in politics, so he understood each other early on. Kind of affectionate, "You're just beating them up for me, right?"

In fact, the little emperor didn't know why he suddenly said these words. It was obvious that Lin Dongqing should be the enemy he was destined to defeat, but looking at the young man's slightly raised phoenix eyes and thin lips, the little emperor always had An involuntary soft-hearted feeling.

Damn, a good official, how can he look... so...

The little emperor couldn't find any words to describe it for a while. He only knew that even the famous actor who sang for his father in the palace was not half as good-looking as Lin Dongqing.

But this idea must not be known by the other party. He thought silently, how can Lin Dongqing compare with a mere actor?

Lin Xiaodong suddenly laughed.

His facial features were originally beautiful, and when he didn't smile coldly, it was like a spring flower blooming, which made the little emperor dazzled for a while.

"Your Majesty," Lin Xiaodong said softly, looking at the little emperor who was so fascinated by him that he almost couldn't find Bei, "I think you may have misunderstood the minister."

Next, he happily took the boy to visit a circle of Heavenly Prison.

Little Emperor: "..."

Hearing the screams coming from the cell, even though the young man tried his best to straighten his back and not want to be underestimated by Lin Dongqing, his frail body could not help but crumble.

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, he couldn't hold it any longer, and vomited out all his breakfast with a "vomit" sound.

This time, the foul smell in the air is even more pungent. Lin Xiaodong coughed twice and looked coldly at the little emperor's vomit while leaning against the wall. With one look, all the eunuchs and guards beside him who wanted to step forward were silent.

This way of educating children is of course inadvisable, but Lin Xiaodong never really regarded the little emperor as a child who didn't understand anything, and he wouldn't grow crooked anyway, so it would be harmless to use some stimulation therapy appropriately.

Moreover, he did not come here specially to bring children.

"This person is the assassin who was caught in the palace two days ago." After the screams subsided and the tortured passed out, the man's calm voice sounded in the dark and dead cage, "Your Majesty, I wonder if you still have his face. familiar?"

He ordered someone to grab the prisoner's hair and turned his blood-stained, hideous face towards the little emperor.

The little emperor only felt another burst of sour water in his stomach, but he still held back and stared at the man's face for a moment to recognize it, and suddenly his expression changed: "Is he... someone from Prince An's mansion?"

He remembered this face, he used to be the staff of King An, and he had seen him at a banquet in the palace.

"Yes," Lin Xiaodong said, "this person's identity is not a secret, so he told us as soon as he was caught, and it was King An who instructed him to assassinate you behind the scenes."

The little emperor said anxiously: "But the father said that King An has the best relationship with him, and it is impossible to betray me. Since I was young, Uncle Wang has also cared for me..."

"Your Majesty, those who are monarchs can't think of personal relationships. Think about it carefully. King An is loyal to the late emperor, but is he really loyal to you?" Lin Xiaodong asked in a persuasive manner.

But the little emperor still shook his head: "I don't believe it. Uncle Wang could not betray me."

Unexpectedly, the assassin behind the two woke up at this moment. Hearing these words, he spat out a mouthful of blood, opened a hideous smile, and laughed hoarsely: "Ignorance child! You really don't deserve to sit in this position. , or His Royal Highness Prince An is more suitable to be the monarch of the Jing Dynasty!"

The little emperor slammed his mouth shut and stared at him with red eyes, a look of betrayal anger flashed across his face.

Still too tender.

Lin Xiaodong sighed in his heart, and his left hand naturally put on the boy's shoulder. This is naturally disrespectful according to etiquette, but the little emperor turned his head sharply and looked at the elder beside him.

"Okay," the young man smiled coldly as he looked at the assassin who seemed to know that his death was imminent and was still chattering towards Prince An, "President An is loyal to His Majesty, I already know who the master behind you is. The number of spies in the capital has doubled recently, do you really think I'm dead?"

The assassin's voice stopped abruptly.

After a breath, he glared at Lin Xiaodong and said with a grim expression, "You want to deceive me, don't you?"

"Defrauding you?" Lin Xiaodong smiled, "I'm sorry, but you're an assassin, you're not worthy of my efforts."

The little emperor's eyes lit up.

He couldn't wait to ask: "Sir, Uncle Wang really didn't betray me, did he?"

"No," Lin Xiaodong ignored the unwilling roar of the assassin, and took the boy out of the cold dungeon, "Your Majesty is only thirteen years old, and even you can discover the clumsy plan, if I can't understand it again, then this You don't have to be an official anymore."

He looked at the minister of punishment who hurried over after the news from afar, opened his mouth, and just wanted to say something, he suddenly bent down and coughed violently.

The foul air in the dungeon just now made the young man's already fragile lungs worse. The little emperor watched helplessly as a trace of blood slowly flowed out from Lin Dongqing's fingers, his pupils instantly tightened: "Sir, are you alright?"

He was at a loss as he watched Lin Dongqing coughing piercingly beside him, obviously he should be happy, Lin Dongqing's health is not good and he will die soon, which means that he can take back his power as soon as possible... But when he really saw this scene, little The emperor only felt a dull pain in his chest, as if he was extremely reluctant to let this young man die in his heart.

"It's okay." Lin Xiaodong slowed down a little, and wiped away the blood with the handkerchief he carried with him, "It's just that it's been cold recently, and it's easy to cough."

The little emperor said with concern: "The cold weather won't cause you to cough up blood, then why don't you ask the imperial doctor in the palace to show you?"

"No, it's all an old problem." Lin Xiaodong glanced at him with some inexplicable eyes, and the little emperor then reacted, biting his lower lip in annoyance, complaining in his heart that he was talking too much.

But Lin Xiaodong still softened his expression, curled his lips slightly, and said to the young man:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The little emperor looked at the young man's smile, and his annoyance was immediately thrown into the sky.

He gave a very hopeless smile. This time, he didn't have to pretend to be stupid, because in Lin Xiaodong's eyes, the boy's whole body was like a small flower floating, and he was full of stupidity from the inside out.

Lin Xiaodong: "..."

Sure enough, I still can't give this silly boy a good look.

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