I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 96 Put Fang Xiang on the dragon couch
Seeing this, Lin Wan'er hesitated for a moment, and said, "My lord, aren't you worried?"

Wu Mingkong glanced at her and asked back, "What are you worried about?"

Lin Wan'er opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.

Your Majesty has been overwhelmed by love!
It's useless to say anything!
Seeing her strange expression, Wu Mingkong instantly understood what was going on in her heart.

Laughing at himself, he said, "Worried about him telling the story of the process of accusing a deer in the newspaper, or worried about him saying that he has sat on the couch?"

Lin Wan'er was startled, looked at Wu Mingkong, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Young master, one day you will regain power."

Wu Mingkong laughed at himself and said: "I have always thought so, but now it seems that it is more practical to put him on the dragon couch."

Your Majesty, did you give up on yourself?

Lin Wan'er was startled again, she looked left and right with her small head, for fear that someone would hear her words.

"Son, you"

Lin Wan'er opened her mouth, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth.

"I'm fine. Some things, the more persistent they are, the more painful they are. Now I have figured it out. Since he likes to toss, let him toss. Anyway, he has been tossing for ten years. What's the harm in a few more years?

What's more, since I came to the throne, what he has done is more beneficial to the court and the people. I have suffered some grievances, which is nothing. "

Speaking of which.

The little empress seemed to have thought of something, Qingcheng's face revealed a look of disappointment, and said slowly:

"It's ridiculous to say that the emperor's grandfather and father are both the 72 concubines of the Sixth Courtyard of the Sangong. They work hard every day for the country, but in the end they are still passed down in the same line. They have no choice but to let me, a daughter, be the emperor."

"Inheriting the throne is not what I want. If I hadn't seen the common people living in dire straits, I would not have competed with those sidelines for the throne."

Speaking of this, she sighed and stopped talking, there was a trace of fatigue deep in her eyes, and said leisurely:
"I'm being hypocritical again today."

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er felt distressed for a while.

As the little empress' personal maid, no one knows the empress better than her.

Since His Majesty ascended the throne, he has been bored in the Hall of Mental Cultivation all day long, reviewing memorials day and night, exhausted both physically and mentally to the extreme.

That's why.

It's not that His Majesty is showing off his ability to take everything on himself.

Rather, it was a last resort.
After all, before referring to a deer as a horse.

Many political affairs that should have been dealt with by the Ministry of Education were simply because they did not involve the interests of the princes of the court.

that lazy adulterer
Forehead.
Fang Xiang didn't want to ask any questions, and handed everything over to his incompetent subordinates who had a vegetarian meal.

For the people of Liming.

As a last resort, His Majesty could only take it all at once.

Everything is personally asked and personally annotated.

That's why.

Fang Xiang only has so much time to form a party for personal gain and support private soldiers.

But His Majesty cannot rest for a moment.

Fortunately, after referring to a deer as a horse.

Fang Xiang didn't know whether it was because of his love for His Majesty, or for other reasons, he changed a lot.

For some political affairs that do not involve the interests of the princes, but only involve ordinary people, Prime Minister Fang will stay in the Ministry of Education and handle them by himself, so that His Majesty has some leisure time.

sometimes.

Lin Wan'er even felt lucky.

"It's a good thing that your Majesty's birth was so overwhelming that Fang Xiang couldn't help but be moved by it and cherish it. Otherwise, with His Majesty's temperament, he would die of exhaustion in the Hall of Mental Cultivation sooner or later."

Think of this.

Lin Wan'er's eyes burst out with a strange light, she leaned closer, and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, this servant thinks what you said is right. Cultivating one's own influence is a waste of money and energy. In the end, it may be a waste of money to fetch water from a bamboo basket. Why don't you just grab Fang Xiang and hold him in the dragon's seat?" on the couch, let him"

Before she could finish speaking, her little head suffered a solid blow.

Wu Mingkong's face was red, and he aimed at Lin Wan'er's head twice more, cursing angrily:

"Let you talk nonsense! Let you talk nonsense!"

"pain!"

Lin Wan'er covered her little head, with an aggrieved expression on her face: "Didn't you say that yourself!"

"My son is laughing at himself! Do you know what self-deprecating is?"

Wu Mingkong's beautiful face was red as if it could bleed, and he said angrily:

"I don't really think so!"

Do you really think so.

You know it yourself!
Lin Wan'er covered her head and curled her lips.

Seeing this, Wu Mingkong frowned and said, "What are you thinking?"

Lin Wan'er was aggrieved and said, "Your maidservant didn't think about anything."

Wu Mingkong said angrily: "You obviously thought about it!"

Outraged!
Chi Guoguo became angry from embarrassment!
Lin Wan'er looked aggrieved, and lowered her little head, not daring to refute.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Wu Mingkong snorted coldly and didn't ask any more questions.

A gust of wind blows, and a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus floats in.

The little empress closed her eyes, sniffed lightly, and suddenly felt refreshed.

The depression in my heart before was swept away.

I don't know if it's because I thought of Fang Xiu.

It was because of beating up Lin Wan'er.

Or, just smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus that I like.

At this moment, Lin Wan'er beside her suddenly let out an exclamation.

"Son!"

The little empress subconsciously turned her head to look, and saw Lin Wan'er's surprised and complicated expression.

Follow her gaze.

Immediately afterwards, she saw a scene that made her breathless!
not far away.

In front of a certain shop.

Fang Xiu, who was wearing a green shirt, stood there with a hairpin in his hand, looking left and right, with a vague smile on his face.

on either side of him.

Two women in gauze skirts accompanied them.

The one on the left is taller, wearing a thin purple veil, with slender shoulders and a thin waist, with a graceful figure. Two slender white lotus roots are next to Fang Xiu.

Exudes an elegant and charming demeanor, with an indescribable charm.

The one on the right is a little lower, wearing a light gauze-like emerald green gauze, which perfectly modifies the small waist that is grippingly.

Like a white lotus flower in the lake, it is graceful and graceful, with a unique and charming charm.

far away.

The little empress could feel the different charms of these two women.

Even if you can't see your face, just relying on this graceful figure, you can compare with any top beauties in the world!
"It's no wonder that traitor didn't marry a wife and have children. It turns out that he has been hiding in a golden house!"

In an instant, Wu Mingkong's chest was filled with raging anger.

Simultaneously.

There was a sore feeling in my heart, which spread rapidly.

While making her angry, her eyes were sour, and she couldn't help but want to cry.

She was angry not because Fang Xiu was hiding her charms in the golden house.

For a 28-year-old man, if he doesn't have a few beautiful maids around, people will wonder if he is a normal man after all.

Wu Mingkong never thought about keeping Fang Xiu from getting close to women.

As long as he doesn't marry a wife, even taking a concubine is within the acceptable range in the eyes of the little empress.

She is annoyed.
In this Mid-Autumn Festival.

This traitor brought other women to choose carefully from a pile of jewelry, and his face was full of spring!

"Does he have me in his heart?"

"Could it be that"

"That day, everything he did was just a way to coax me to relax my vigilance!"

Think of this.

Wu Mingkong couldn't bear it anymore, held back his tears, turned around and was about to leave.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would not be able to help crying.

at this time.

Lin Wan'er was courageous, grabbed the little empress, and said in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, that hairpin looks like your favorite style on weekdays."

(End of this chapter)