emperor cold concubine

Chapter 643
"How come there are still people who dare to write this kind of book?" Shu He frowned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Su Mo. Seeing that Su Mo's expression was calm and nothing unusual, he sent the book to Cang Hao as if nothing had happened. "master."

Cang Hao glanced at it casually, "Who submitted the paper?"

"Uh, let me take a look." Shu He opened his eyes and took a look, "It's Baisong... Huh? This person seems to be the supervisory censor, hasn't he already been convicted?"

On the day Sikong Mansion was confiscated and imprisoned, the residence of Supervisor Baisong was also confiscated.

Cang Hao nodded, "This report was probably presented before he was convicted. As for why he is still standing on the table, you should ask Changting."

Table legs?Shu He looked down at the four corners of the royal case with a strange expression. It seems that the palace is so poor that the emperor dares to pass away the things used by the emperor as defective products?
Moreover, use a memorial as a pad?

"What's there to ask?" Shu He sighed, shedding tears of sympathy for these boring courtiers who had no winks and no brains, and casually threw the notebook aside.

Taking the purple sand tea set he brought and putting it on another table beside him, Shu He sat on the ground beside the low table, and began to show his extraordinary craftsmanship with a concentrated expression.

Drenched the teapot and teacups with boiling water, then drained them to keep the temperature of the tea set from being too low, and then put an appropriate amount of tea leaves into the larger teacups.

After the tea leaves, it's time to flush.

Su Mo leaned on the soft bed, watching Shu He's graceful and graceful movements like flowing clouds and flowing water with interest, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's hard to see that this proud young general can still have such abilities.

As the saying goes, tasting tea is like tasting all kinds of flavors in life, and making tea can cultivate one's morality. Both ancient and modern tea making pay attention to peace of mind.

People with different minds will brew tea with different tastes.

Su Mo never imagined that Shu He, who looked at the escape, would have such a delicate and calm side, and even the "three nods of the phoenix" that needs to be paid attention to when flushing the water did not miss the slightest bit.

After pouring the brewed tea into the tea sea, Shuhe picked up the tea sea and poured tea into the three cups attentively. Holding the tea tray, he offered a cup to Su Mo first, and said with a slightly cautious expression: "Master Mo, taste it, brew it If it’s not good, please don’t be offended by the last master.”

Su Mo raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and looked at him with a half-smile, "When did you learn to be so modest?"

After finishing speaking, he took a shallow sip and slowly savored the taste. After a while, he smiled slightly, "Not bad."

Shu He grinned, turned around and picked up another cup, and walked straight to Cang Hao, "Master."

Cang Hao put down the memorial in his hand, took it as well, took a sip, slightly hooked his lips, but said surprisingly, "Shuhe, after drinking tea, you need to go to Dali Temple."

Shu He blinked and frowned puzzled, "What are you going to Dali Temple for?"

Cang Hao said calmly: "You have committed a crime, Dali Temple Minister Sikong Luo wants to interrogate you."

"What?" Shu He's eyes widened in surprise, "When did I commit a crime?"

Besides, even if he committed the crime, does he still need to be interrogated by the Minister of Dali Temple?With his current status, Dali Temple Minister can't interrogate him, and he doesn't even need to go to the Ministry of Punishment. The master can kill him with a single palm.

It's simple and hassle-free.

Su Mo was obviously not interested in the fact that he might have committed a crime, so he sipped tea by himself, lazily leaning on the soft bed in a daze.

Cang Hao didn't explain much, just handed him a memorial, "Look for yourself."

Hearing this, Shu He frowned, unfolded the memorial half-believingly, glanced at ten lines at a glance, and after reading it, he was stunned for a while, then turned around slowly, and muttered in a low voice, "I haven't drunk my tea yet, wait until I've had enough." It’s not too late to go.”

I thought something happened, but it turned out to be a homicide in Mount Wutai.

In fact, Sikong Luo should know what happened, but since someone has reported the case, Dali Temple naturally needs to find out the truth. Sikong Luo never cared about behavior, so naturally he was not very clear about many of the details.

For a person like Sikong Suya, if he dies, he will die. If the Sikong Mansion really didn't care about world affairs and was willing to stay in the imperial capital peacefully, they would still be able to enjoy the rich and quiet leisure time.

Although Sikong Sheng did not make great achievements in the court when he was Prime Minister, he did not make many mistakes. Who would have thought that he would be even more restless after being relieved of his official position?

It's a pity that there has been no shortage of ambitious people since ancient times, even if they take off their official uniforms. Stupid wishful thinking can only end up in such an end of extinction.

They should be thankful that the flood in Bianzhou did not cause any casualties, otherwise, depending on Xie Changting's temperament, it would not be an exaggeration to sentence them to Ling Chi's death.

The wise emperors of all dynasties were most jealous of the lives of innocent people.

After drinking the tea, Shu He stood up and saluted, "Master, I will take a rest after I critique papers for a while. Chu Han said, Master should pay more attention to your body."

Cang Hao nodded lightly.

So Shuhe bowed and left.

After Shuhe left the imperial study room and closed the door immediately, Su Mo raised his eyes lazily, "Sikong Suya, why do I think it's a pity to kill him?"

"What a pity?" Cang Hao was puzzled, "How to say?"

Could it be that this woman who is determined to become a queen as long as she can see the emperor, is there something that attracts the unpredictable Su Mo?

"The most wonderful woman in the past and present..." Su Mo smiled, "It should be made into a specimen for people to watch."

Cang Hao was stunned, "What is a specimen?"

"Specimens..." The corners of Su Mo's mouth slightly curled up, "It's just a mummy, preserved with special medicine so that the corpse will not be damaged."

When Cang Hao heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, apparently not interested in her other kind of vicious taste, he turned his gaze away, and returned to the memorial.

"I'm afraid that the exhortation to persuade His Majesty the emperor to accept the harem will not stop in the future... It is related to the inheritance of the country, the balance of power among all parties, and the seriousness of the ancestral system. The courtiers probably don't want to see the six palaces. The concubine favors only one person."

"You don't have to worry about this question." Cang Hao only smiled lightly, and didn't say much.

sad?

The corner of Su Mo's mouth twitched. Does she look like a sad person?
"I'm not worried." She said lazily, "I'm just afraid that you will be overwhelmed and annoyed, and if you get angry, you don't know who is suffering?"

"The person who can't be disturbed will not be the king, so don't worry about it." Cang Hao smiled lightly, pointing to a row of memorials piled high on the imperial case, "These long pavilions will be dealt with, but we have to wait He made room."

(End of this chapter)