The two black treasures of Tiangui's escaped concubine

Chapter 72
"The miscellaneous family will send someone to the Gong family." Li Shunde smiled and bowed to him, "Master Gong has worked hard."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Gong Xiangru frowned and asked, "Do you know where Miss Yan is going to sleep tonight?"

"It depends on how the Holy Majesty arranges it." Li Shunde said softly.

Perhaps, Li Zimo, who has been lonely for many years, suddenly became excited tonight, and there is nothing wrong with wanting a woman to serve on the dragon couch.

Hua Xiyan didn't think as much as others.I almost quarreled with the dog emperor just now in the carriage, and I am afraid that staying together for one night might blow up the house.

Back in the palace, served the emperor and got off the carriage.Li Zimo walked into the bedroom in Yongning Palace.A row of eunuchs and maids have been waiting for him to go to bed.

Seeing her following her, Li Zimo stood at the door and did not come in. He called, "Yan Shangshu, come in."

Hua Xiyan walked into the room for a few steps, and she saw a court lady holding clothes, which meant that he was about to change, her almond eyes rounded: Is he going to undress in front of her?

She was planning to go around behind the screen and let the eunuchs wait for someone to change clothes, but squinting at her expression, a narrow look could not help but flash across her black eyes, and said: "Yan Shangshu, didn't you want you to serve me? "

Hua Xiyan wanted to leave immediately.

His low smile accompanied by a little evil came: "They are all children's mothers, and they are not big girls."

The fist was scratched in her hand, holding back.

A robe was thrown on her low-angled head at [-] degrees: "Hold the clothes for me. I'm going to wash before going to sleep."

Hearing the sound of splashing water, Hua Xiyan took off the robe covering her head, and saw a large screen standing between the two rows of maids in front, behind which a figure could be vaguely seen.She turned her face away immediately.

"Yan Shangshu, didn't you finish reading for me in the carriage just now, keep reading."

Take a shower when you take a shower, and ask her to study.Toss not toss people.Apricot closed her eyes, recalling the words and sentences she had just read in the carriage, and recited them word for word.It's strange to think that such difficult ancient prose may be the ancients' good rhyme, but she didn't find it difficult to memorize it.It was only halfway through the recitation, and suddenly felt a strange atmosphere in the room.Opening his eyes, he saw that the maids and eunuchs who were bowing their heads all raised their eyes to look at her, with surprise on their faces.

Did she recite it wrong?No, not only did she not make any mistakes, but she also recited the words perfectly.There was a vigilance in his mind, he broke off the words, and said: "The women are not talented enough to learn, the Holy Majesty's book is not something that women can read clearly, so I can only recite it here, please forgive me."

The person immersed in the soup pond behind the screen seemed to have not heard her for a long time. When she bit her lower lip, he said in a deep voice: "There is a room next door, you go to sleep."

Since he was willing to let her go, no matter what he thought, she couldn't wish for it, so she thanked her and left quickly.

The sound of her footsteps passed through the screen and entered his ears, making the corners of his lips twitch: in such a hurry?Said she was really afraid of him, not necessarily.To say that she is not afraid of him at all is not necessarily true.The ink eyes sink into the sea like this increasingly intense night.

Hua Xiyan later learned from Li Shunde that her son was sleeping with Gong Xiangru, and she felt at ease, so she might be tired during the day and midnight, and slept until dawn that night.

The sound of the watch in the palace early in the morning woke her up.She got up and combed her hair, and saw a new set of clothes on the chair, which should be for her to wear today.The clothes in this palace only need to be worn a few times, no matter how beautiful the fabric is, they are used to it.Like her son, she is a resilient individual.

A palace maid came in and brought her water to wash her face at Li Shunde's order, and helped her put on her clothes.Li Shunde promised to come and see her earlier.She asked about their plans for her son.Li Shunde asked her to rest assured: "The Holy Majesty asked the young master to accompany the prince to study. He is studying with the prince in Guangyang Hall."

Let her son study?That's a good idea.Helped her solve a big problem.

"Yan Shangshu, use up your breakfast. The Holy Majesty will not go to the morning court today, and will only receive a few ministers. The Holy Majesty wants you to serve beside him."

Li Zimo can be regarded as a generation of Mingjun, but he is also a Mingjun with an eccentric temper, and his behavior style is even more unique, which is different from the previous emperors.For example, he doesn't like to go to the court every day and accept the worship of a large group of ministers. He thinks these etiquettes are too complicated and make the emperor's work efficiency inefficient.

If such an emperor were to be a president in modern times, he would not be bad at all. He seemed to be a practical person.Hua Xiyan unconsciously compared them in her heart.

He walked to his office next door, and after entering, he saw several ministers knelt on the ground and did not move.She carefully brushed past these people and stood by the table.Li Shunde on the opposite side winked at her, asking her to rub the ink.She picked up the ink stick and made a vertical circle on the inkstone.

The room was quiet, only the sound of her grinding ink, lightly, unhurriedly, blending into the quiet air, so coordinated that it had to attract attention.

Looking down at the Mo Mou of the worshiping ministers, he couldn't help looking at her side face, only to see her ugly scar facing him, but it was surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

"Long live, long live, my emperor."

"Get up."

"Thank you Lord Ron."

There were six courtiers who got up. After saluting, they were divided into two sides, and three stood in line on each side.

Hua Xiyan didn't know any of these ministers.

The ministers are old, middle-aged and young.There are two veterans, three middle-aged, and one young man who is about the same age as Gong Xiangru.This kind of age matching is also reasonable for ministers who can meet and talk with the emperor.

He picked up a booklet casually, opened it, glanced at it, probably read it, and read: "Zhu Erkang."

"The minister is here." The second courtier in the middle on the left, wearing a third-rank court dress, about 40 years old, came out.

"You wrote the memorial?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You sued the prefect of Pingyan in the memorial?"

"Holy Majesty, Pingyan is the cotton production area of ​​Dongling. The late emperor ordered the prefect of Pingyan to manage the cotton supply in Pingyan area, and it is not allowed to enter the market. Every year, the cotton produced is put into the cotton warehouse, which is arranged by the imperial court."

"I know this."

"However, since the year before last, the prefect of Pingyan has written to the imperial court saying that due to the impact of natural disasters, cotton production has dropped sharply in two years."

"I have read the memorial sent by Ping Yan."

"Your Majesty, after investigation by the ministers, this is not the case."

"You mean someone in Pingyan sold cotton privately?"

Zhu Erkang knelt down and kowtowed his head: "I have the guts to tell the sage that the matter of smuggling cotton has been in Pingyan for a long time. The prefect of Pingyan should be responsible for the crime of negligence and dereliction of duty."

"Have you caught the cotton smuggler?"

(End of this chapter)