Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

Only then did Mu Baifan's snow-white complexion become much prettier, and for a moment, he felt ashamed of his thoughts.

Yes, how could I forget that.

Martial arts masters are not so easy to break through. If the master wants to break through to that level, it will take at least ten years, right?

Ten years is enough to think highly of him. I have only been a maid for three years, so he probably has no chance to do anything to me.

Thinking of this, Mu Baifan heaved a sigh of relief.

How could it be so easy for a martial arts master to break through?To reach that state, normal people may not be able to achieve it in a lifetime.

It's a pity that a certain gentleman is not a normal person.

There was no extra women's clothes in General Tiance's mansion, after Ji Wuchen arranged for Fu An to buy them, he also felt sleepy for a while, did not do much, lay quietly on his luxurious big bed, and fell asleep comfortably.

This was the first time he fell asleep after time travelling. Tonight, he had a beautiful dream.

In the dream, he became an idol of all people, a gentleman in everyone's eyes, everywhere he went, there were flowers on the ground, literati inscribed poems, admired by all, especially those beautiful girls who were like flowers and jade, one after another threw themselves on him. , can't be stopped.

"Haha! Come one by one! Don't worry! Hahahaha!"

Just like that, he laughed wildly, drooling all over his face, and then suddenly woke up by his own laughter.

"Uh……"

Ji Wuchen who got up from the bed was stunned for a moment, only to realize that it was just a dream.

No, how could I have such a dream?Do you want to be a gentleman in your dreams?

This is too scary!It must be the system's fault!
After hastily wiping his face, he turned his head and found that Mu Baifan had woken up and changed into a light blue palace dress, looking beautiful and gentle.

Not to mention, people depend on clothes, and this girl looks really good in serious clothes.

The sun had already risen outside the window, the night passed quietly, and it was already daytime.

"Wake up."

Ji Wuchen greeted with a little embarrassment.

Mu Baifan nodded, and walked a little clumsily to help the master get dressed.

"There will be a court meeting today, Fu An said that the master should go to court as soon as he wakes up."

She lowered her eyes and said softly.

"North meeting?"

Ji Wuchen put on his clothes, then took the golden basin brought by Mu Baifan, while washing the clothes, he asked doubtfully, "Isn't it time to go to court?"

Mu Baifan said: "It is said that an envoy from the Immortal Sect came to give gifts."

Xianmen seldom come to the capital, on the one hand because they do not want to be contaminated with "mortal atmosphere", on the other hand, because the capital itself does not welcome them.

Ji Wuchen was noncommittal, after washing and dressing, he went out with the newly recruited maid.

This kind of thing is dispensable.

Anyway, the empress is just a decoration, and he is also a decoration.The difference between the two arrangements is that Nangong Jing must go to the court meeting, but he... cough cough, what does it matter if he goes or not?

Therefore, no one deliberately disturbed Ji Wuchen's rest because of this matter.

Fu An and a group of guards had already prepared chariots and horses and were waiting for him.

"See sir!"

Seeing Ji Wuchen, these flatterers knelt down neatly, with flattering smiles on their faces, as neat as if they had rehearsed in secret.

Ji Wuchen said helplessly: "If you say no, just kneel and kneel, and whoever sees me in the future will directly deduct a month's money and food!"

Civilized etiquette is a good thing, but kneeling and worshiping...he, who has a modern soul, can't accept it.

Fu An hurriedly got up, supported the master's arm, and said with a charming smile: "The master is right! Come on, master, get in the car, this time we have checked the bottom and roof of the car, and we will definitely not get in the assassin! What the hell are you These two idiots, why are you still kneeling!"

While talking, he glanced at Mu Baifan, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

The latter's face remained unchanged, and he followed his master into the carriage indifferently.

……

"I heard that the last time Ji Wuchen was assassinated there was an assassin lying under his car. Do you think he will have a better memory and be more careful this time? Or will he be assassinated again?"

Before the court meeting began, Nangong Jing was also dressing up.

The majesty of the emperor cannot be lost. Although she is just an empty emperor now, she still has to do what needs to be done.

While helping the empress to tie up her hair, Jing'er curled her lips and said, "That scoundrel, he'd better die, hmph, I don't know which hero can do harm to the people!"

Nangong Jing smiled lightly. The beauty of that moment gave people a feeling that the world suddenly brightened up.

Jing'er muttered to himself, and suddenly seemed to remember something, she leaned into the empress's ear, and whispered: "Your Majesty, tell me, does that guy really like you? Can we use him?"

Nangong Jing shook his head slightly.

"He, forget it. He is useless."

"Too."

Jing'er lowered her head dejectedly, and sighed: "That guy has no real power at all, so he can just bully the common people. Hmph, my martial arts cultivation is not high, isn't he just a waste?"

While the two were talking, Nangong Jing had finished dressing up.

Looking at her heroic figure in the bronze mirror, showing her majesty, the God-given Empress lost her mind for a moment.

What a good-looking emperor, but unfortunately, he is just a puppet.

"Mediocre but not faint..."

She murmured softly, and for some reason, there was a weird smile on the corner of her mouth.

In a quarter of an hour...

Above the court hall, the Heavenly Empress sat down calmly, and the eunuch squeezed her thin throat and shouted: "All the ministers see you!"

The spy's voice contained a majestic aura, and it echoed in the palace for a long time. One after another, the eunuch heard it, and passed on the cry, spreading to the wide and exquisite white marble steps.

Only then did the officials raise their heads, lined up respectfully according to their status, and walked into the palace one by one.

Among them, Ji Wuchen was impressively ranked first.

"See Your Majesty!"

As they poured into the main hall, they lined up neatly on both sides, and a tidy shout came surging like an overwhelming mountain.

Thousands of ministers bowed down in unison.

Standing in place, just bowed, and there were only two people who did not kneel.

One is Ji Wuchen, the number one treacherous official of the Celestial Dynasty who has received a gift but never worshiped.

The other is Li Zhonglian, the elder of the two dynasties, who was the head of all the officials, and was also given the imperial teacher who was not worshiped in the dynasties.

Ji Wuchen looked quietly.

This civil official is not a scholar with no power to restrain a chicken. He is a powerful Confucianist, with a noble and upright spirit that is unparalleled in the world. It is said that a word can form a mountain, and a stroke can form a river. He is like a fairy.

However, this old man doesn't look as awesome as in the legend.

Li Zhonglian's beard and hair are white, her body is thin, but her frame is tall and straight, and her long beard looks a bit fairy-like.

However, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt drowsy.

Old sleepy, unfathomable old sleepy.

Ji Wuchen secretly made a definition.

Li Zhonglian seemed to have noticed his gaze, turned her head, and smiled indiscernibly.

The latter also smiled back.

This old guy, he is the key stumbling block for the Empress to regain her feminine style.

"Everyone loves to be flat."

Nangong Jing sat on the dragon chair and ordered lightly.

The ministers stood up slowly.