Empress: The Old Emperor's Way to Pursue His Wife

Chapter 126 Helpless (1)

After three years of cold and heat, the situation in the court has stabilized, and no one dares to challenge the majesty of the emperor and empress at will, except for one person.

"When will the bright moon come, you will know when you look up at the sky. Ask the blue sky for wine. This palace is not old enough, not enough, you can't drink, you can't drink." Xiao Xiaoxi, who read loudly, was dressed in a special royal costume, holding her chin with one hand, Looking regretfully at the moonlight outside the window.

Behind him, a little boy with delicate features tugged at her skirt nervously.

Xiao Xi'er shouted unhappily: "What are you talking about, didn't you see that this hall is complaining to Yue?"

"Sorrow? I don't know what sorrow Your Highness has?" The voice was clearly that of a grown man pretending to be a child, but little Xiao Xi didn't notice it, so he said casually: "When will the bright moon come, you will know when you look up at the sky, ask the blue sky for wine, This hall is not old enough, not enough, can't drink, can't drink. Alas, I said Xiao Weizi..."

Xiao Xi'er turned around, her small body froze.

Xiao Yi stood in front of her with a smile on her face, while the handsome little boy Xiao Xi called Xiao Weizi was 'hijacked' by her good father, half of his face was covered by her father's big palm If it is covered, there will be no sound at all.

After a while, "Hehe... After I met my father and mother, ah, the moon seems to have been bright for a long time. Well, I have to rest earlier, that little Wei, you should go back to your room to sleep Bar."

As Xiao Xi spoke, she yawned big, her round blue eyes narrowed into a small slit, and she walked past Xiao Yi and Xiao Yi to her own bedroom.

Xiao Yi watched her small body go away, grabbed Xiao Yi's ears with her bare hands.

"Look at the good daughter you taught, drinking and drinking, she's only so old that she thinks about drinking every day."

"Ah... eh... pain... Yueyue, let go first, it hurts... hiss..."

As soon as Xiao Yi felt pain, he let go of his hand, and the little boy who was caught by him slipped slipperily out of his hands. The two adults who were arguing never noticed that the little boy slipped into Xiao Xi'er's sleeping room, and dropped the boy along the way. The door was shut.

"You deserve the pain. You say you can drink by yourself, but you always drink in front of Xiao Xi'er. Tell me about you. You don't look like the monarch of a country. And Xiao Xi'er, she is the prince. , Chu Jun, did you teach me this?"

Seeing the little boy coming in, Xiao Xi'er grabbed him by the hem of his clothes and shouted in a low voice, "Wei Wei, you traitor, you even squeak when our parents come, are you tired of working and want to be ransacked by everyone?" .”

Wei Wei pouted aggrievedly, "I made a noise."

"Are you making noise there?"

"It's really loud."

"Anyway, the hall didn't hear it, and the hall wants to kill your nine clans."

"Xi'er, I really slammed." Wei Wei resisted to the death, and then lost his breath. "However, my mouth was covered by the emperor's uncle's big palm, and the voice seemed to have not come out."

"Really?" Xiao Xi'er questioned, rolling her big round eyes.

Wei Wei nodded and said, "Really, I think you didn't hear Xi'er, and you are still dragging you to death."

Xiao Xi'er recalled that someone had indeed pulled her lapel just now, "Well, I will trust you this time."

Wei Wei grinned happily.

Xiao Xi'er didn't bother to pay attention to him, so she took off her coat and shoes and climbed onto the bed, seeing that Wei Wei was still giggling.

"If you don't leave, the hall is going to bed."

"Little Xi'er."

Xiao Xi'er lay down properly, covered her brocade quilt again, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

"Little Xi'er."

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Xi'er bent her head and looked helplessly at Wei Wei, who was lying on the bedside at some time.

"I want to sleep with you."

"That won't work. Father Huang Youyun's so-called good man is one who only sleeps with one woman in his life. Once he sleeps, he will live his whole life. This is a responsibility. I am still young, so I don't want to take this responsibility."

"But, I can't sleep alone." Wei Wei's small eyes blinked with eager expectation and request.

Xiao Xi'er frowned worryingly, "But I really don't want to be responsible to you right now, and I don't want to sleep with you forever."

"That's it." Wei Wei hung his head in frustration, turned around sadly, and walked slowly with small steps.

Xiao Xi'er couldn't bear it, "Yes, Xiao Weizi."

"Ah!" Wei Wei's eyes lit up, and he jumped back to the bed two or three times.

"How about this, this hall allows you to sleep with me, but, as I said in advance, this hall is neither responsible for you, nor responsible for sleeping with you for a lifetime."

Wei Wei frowned and nodded, "Okay." Then he took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

The two dolls are sleeping together in the same bed, outside Xiao Yi managed to coax Xiao Yi well, Xiao Yi wanted to go into Xiao Xi'er's sleeping room to take a look, but Xiao Yi pestered her.

"My dear Yueyue, don't worry about this little bastard Xiao Xi'er today."

"My dear Yueyue, it's time for you to take care of your hungry and thirsty husband-in-law."

"My dear Yueyue, let's ignore those national affairs tonight."

"My dear Yueyue..."

If Xiao Yi knew that the boy Wei Wei in the room was sleeping with his precious daughter, he would definitely regret bringing Wei Wei into the palace to be Xiao Xi's companion, and he would definitely kill Wei Wei before Xiao Xi knew Wei Wei. Clean up your body.

Wei Wei, the son of Wei Huaiyin and Zheng Xiao, is more than a year older than Xiao Xi'er, who is four years old this year.

A few days ago, Xiao Yi saw Xiao Xi'er sitting alone in the room talking to herself, and felt guilty. It just so happened that Wei Huaiyin begged his five-year-old son to be a teacher, and Xiao Yi agreed without thinking too much. .

After all, the child is grown up, and they are busy with political affairs on weekdays, so they don't have so much time to play with her, so it would be good to find a companion to accompany her.

Late at night, the streets and alleys in Kyoto are silent.

A carriage moved slowly along the avenue until it stopped in front of an unpopular dilapidated house, paused for a moment, and then left with a whip.

The carriage turned around along the streets and alleys, and finally came to the most lively street in Kyoto at the moment, Baihua Street.

Baihua Street, as the name suggests, is where a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend.That is Firework Lane, where men get drunk and women sell sex.

The carriage turned eastward and westward, turned from a small alley into the backyard of a bustling flower house, and stopped.

The man who drove the horse jumped out of the car, bowed his body but said in a bad tone, "Mr. Mei, we're here."

"Cough cough... are you here? Cough cough..." The intermittent cough grew louder, a thin palm lifted the curtain from the car, and a pale and thin face became more complex under the faint candlelight in the courtyard ugly.

This man was Mr. Mei whom the groom said he was in his 30s.

"Xiaozhu, help me." Mr. Mei stretched out his hand, and the Xiaozhu he was talking about was obviously the groom.

Xiaozhu stretched out a hand reluctantly, "I said Mei Qing, my brother asked me to protect you personally, but it doesn't mean that I have to serve you tea and water."

"En." Mei Qing didn't care about Xiao Zhu's disgust, she just helped his hand to get off the carriage, and after landing, she straightened her robes which had been creased a lot due to the ride.

Xiaozhu was still chattering non-stop, and he didn't care whether Mr. Mei would listen, anyway, he would die if he didn't talk.

A pretty flower girl greeted her, bowed her knees and bowed, "Is this Mr. Mei?"

"Exactly." Mr. Mei replied.

"Mr. Mei, this one?" Hua Niang carefully looked at the groom next to Mr. Mei, and said with a smile, "It must be Miss Qiu Zhu. Nu Jialin'er has seen Miss Qiu."

"Qiu Qiu, Xiao Xiao, I haven't seen this aunt... I have a suave and suave posture." Qiu Zhu raised his trousers and belt, and strode forward with his head held high.

She was dressed in men's clothing, except that her body was smaller than that of ordinary men, but this attire could be considered handsome and unrestrained.

"Ha, Miss Lin'er, don't take offense, this girl has such a temperament." Mr. Mei smiled.

Lin'er nodded and said: "I know that when the young master was here, he often mentioned Miss's temperament, Mr. Mei, please, it's getting late today, and the slave family has already ordered people to prepare warm clothes for you, sir and miss Freshen up and rest earlier."

"Well, thank you Miss Lin'er."

"No thanks, Mr. Mei please."

Hua Niang led Mr. Mei and Qiu Zhu upstairs to the quiet top floor, the seventh floor, and welcomed them into two adjacent rooms.

Before Miss Lin'er could finish speaking, Qiu Zhu went into the two rooms to check, and after making sure everything was fine... Qiu Zhu stood beside Mr. Mei, staring at Lin'er.

Lin'er was stared at uncomfortably, "Miss Qiu, is there something dirty on my face?"

"No."

"Then why are you staring at me like that?"

"See why you haven't left yet."

"Uh..." Lin'er blushed, and said shyly, "Your master has sent a letter, asking the servants to take good care of Mr. Mei."

"My brother said that?"

"Ah."

"Then you can go down. Mr. Mei has me here, so you don't need to worry about Miss Lin'er."

"This?"

"What is this, my lord may have harmed Mr. Mei."

"Of course not."

"That's it, let's go down."

"That's it, Lin'er will leave." Lin'er bowed to Mr. Mei, and then retreated.

Mr. Mei stared at Qiu Zhu and smiled.

Now it was Qiu Zhu's turn to be stared at and no longer there, angrily: "What are you looking at, maybe you really expect this young master to serve you."

With a flick of his robe, Qiu Zhu went back to his residence, took a shower and changed his clothes.

Mr. Mei closed the door, went to the window and opened it. This position happened to be able to see the imperial city towering above the ground in the distance.

Mr. Mei saw a courtyard among the houses at a glance. Although it was far away and small, he seemed to be able to see the courtyard clearly.

Because, he had hugged her once in the rockery kiosk in the building courtyard, even that one time was purely expected and accidental.

After closing the window, Mr. Mei took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and then someone knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Hi sir, Miss Lin'er asked me to bring you a soup."

Mr. Mei opened the door, and saw a crimson-faced little girl standing tremblingly at the door holding a bowl of decoction. He took the decoction and sniffed it.

"Since the soup and medicine have been delivered, you can go down, girl."

Not only did the little girl not leave, but she went into the house, went directly to the bed and took off her clothes.

"Miss Lin'er said, let the slave family take good care of you sir."

Seeing this, Mr. Mei frowned slightly. Before he could speak, Qiu Zhu rushed in and scolded: "Who asked you to serve? Do you know what it means to serve? Quickly put on your clothes for Miss Ben, otherwise Believe it or not, Miss Ben stripped off the only remaining obscene clothes and trousers on your body, and threw you out on the street outside, so that those men can see them all at once."

After being bombarded by Qiu Zhu, Lihua picked up the clothes that fell on the ground with tears in her eyes, and ran away crying.

"Xiaozhu, she's just a little girl."

"So what, me too."

At this moment, Qiu Zhu was wearing a daughter's makeup, and there were drops of water on his stubborn little face soaked in warm water, and water stains on the back of his head.

From this appearance, one can see that she hastily put on her clothes... "Ahem..."

Mr. Mei coughed non-stop, Qiu Zhu said impatiently: "The cough is so severe, why don't you drink the medicine in your hand."

The corners of Mr. Mei's eyes turned towards Qiu Zhu's chest. Qiu Zhu followed his gaze, his pink cheeks flushed instantly, and he folded his arms around his chest.

He stammered and said, "That... that... Mr. Mei, you... you take the medicine... that... I'm sleepy."

With a squeak, Qiu Zhu went back to the room and slammed the door, Tuliu Meiqing stood on the spot shaking her head and chuckling at the soup in her hand.

(End of this chapter)