Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 327
Chaos scratched his head:

"Abdication? This word is used well, why didn't I think of it.

If there are any other words that sound more powerful, please tell me, so that I can show off in front of the girl later. "

In the small Wutong courtyard, Huan Huan sat on the cushion, surrounded by Yingying, playing the Yaoqin in his hands, with a free and easy expression.

Zhao Wujiang drank slowly: "Can you still play the piano?"

The corner of Chaos' mouth raised a smile: "I learned it from someone who doesn't know how to live or die."

It's almost unitary time.

National Supervisor.

Zhao Wujiang came to pick Xiao Miaomiao home.

When the students offered wine to Zhao Wujiang, they saluted one after another, and Master Zhao's name has spread throughout Chang'an.

Xiao Miaomiao ran out of the bustling crowd with a small book bag on her shoulders. When she saw Zhao Wujiang, she no longer had the cheerfulness of the past, but looked away.

Behind her was an old man, Zhang Yi, the old Jijiu of the Imperial College, who was usually highly respected, but at the moment he was stern.

Walking in front of Zhao Wujiang, Xiao Miaomiao timidly stood in front of Zhao Wujiang, feeling aggrieved when her little hands were mixed together, and whispered: "Master."

Zhao Wujiang was puzzled.

Offering wine to Zhang Yi, the word retreated, he walked in front of Zhao Wujiang, the two greeted each other first, then his face sank, and he told Zhao Wujiang about Miaomiao.

Zhao Wujiang quietly listened to Jijiu Zhang Tuizhi's calm and powerful words, and kept nodding his head.

He learned that Miaomiao copied ancient books and wrote policy questions for Laifu and others in the Imperial College, and collected money, and this matter had lasted for nearly half a year.

Zhang Tuizhi was emotional. He said that with Mr. Zhao's current background, the money should not be lost, and Miaomiao, a six or seven-year-old child, should not be allowed to exchange knowledge for money, ruining the talent and the clear heart of a child for no reason.

In his words, he mostly blamed Zhao Wujiang, thinking that Zhao Wujiang did not fulfill his master's responsibility.

Zhao Wujiang listened carefully, nodded with a faint smile, and when Zhang Tuizhi finished speaking, he nodded his head in thanks.

Xiao Miaomiao kept her head down, staring at her little shoes, stirring her dress with her hands, not daring to look up at her master.

Jijiu Zhang Tuizhi repeatedly urged him earnestly, and then left.

Zhao Wujiang knelt down, rubbed Miaomiao's hair, tilted his head to look at her dodging eyes, and said softly:

"Tell Master, what do you want so much money for?"

"Master, don't you want me anymore?" Xiao Miaomiao murmured, her voice was weak, and a hint of crying could be heard faintly.

Zhao Wujiang's heart trembled, and the corners of his mouth moved Xingmei, forcing out a smile:
"How could it be? How could the master not want Miaomiao?"

"Master." Miaomiao burst into sobs, crying, she poured out a kit from her little book bag, and kept stuffing it into Zhao Wujiang's hands:

"Master, let's go. Miaomiao has money, a lot of money."

Zhao Wujiang held the bulging brocade bag and pulled the rope away. It was full of banknotes and silver ingots. He shook his head and smiled wryly, holding Miaomiao's little face, full of worry:
"What's the matter, Miaomiao, tell the master what happened?"

Miaomiao's small chest kept twitching, crying out of breath, she hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly:

"Miaomiao dreamed that Master disappeared and didn't want me anymore"

Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth, his chest seemed to be clogged, he gently wiped away the tears from Miaomiao's cheeks, and said with a smile:
"Master has always been there, how could he not be gone?"

"But I've always been having this dream." Xiao Miaomiao stared at Zhao Wujiang with red eyes, her aggrieved face made people feel pity:

"Miaomiao dreamed that her master disappeared, and she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked.
And master, you are getting more and more unhappy in Chang'an now
Let's go, let's go to other places, Miaomiao has a lot of money and can take care of the master."

Zhao Wujiang smiled, hugged Miaomiao, his eyes were warm, and he didn't answer for a long time.

August [-]th, Bailu.

Imperial City.

Qifeng Palace.

Zhao Wujiang knelt down on one knee and saluted with his hands crossed: "My humble servant sees the emperor!"

Wu Meiniang glared at him with a straight face: "What are you doing here again?"

Since the Ghost Festival, Zhao Wujiang has been in and out of Qifeng Palace more and more frequently in the past month. She never tires of seeing each other, but now she feels resentful and annoyed when she sees Zhao Wujiang. He always comes to disturb her to deal with political affairs .

But deep in her heart, she often feels that the years are quiet and good. Now the court is peaceful, the officials are harmonious, the life of the people is getting better, and everything is developing in a good direction. Although she is busy with political affairs, she can see Zhao Wujiang every day , she is all satisfied.

"This humble minister is here to take your pulse for the emperor."

Zhao Wujiang smiled and sat beside Wu Meiniang.

Now Wu Meiniang's abdomen is slightly bulging, and she is reviewing the memorial. Qing'er is holding a small bronze mirror and dangling around the room, not knowing what she is looking at.

Wu Meiniang felt the warm hands on her lower abdomen moving and caressing, she said angrily, "Is that how you feel the pulse?"

"Oh, I touched the wrong place." Zhao Wujiang laughed, and his hands began to move up and down restlessly.

"Crack." Wu Meiniang slapped his hand away, frowned and said:

"Help me read the memorial!"

A bunch of memorials were pushed in front of Zhao Wujiang, he sighed, and lazily picked up a memorial.

【Your Majesty, there is heavy rain in three states in Longyou today.

Observation history of Longyou Dao, the tenth day of the eighth lunar month]

【Your Majesty, it is raining all over Longyou today.

Observation History of Longyou Dao, the ninth day of August]

【Your Majesty, Longyou Road is located in one prefecture today, and the rest of the prefectures are raining, which seems to be auspicious.

Observation history of Longyou Dao, the eighth day of August. 】

【.】

Zhao Wujiang took a few volumes of memorials, all of which were from the observation history of Longyou Dao, and they were all trivial matters.

What are these things? He picked up another book casually, opened his eyes wide, and sat up straight suddenly, only to see the memorial read:

【Your Majesty, this veteran misses you often.

Observation history of Lingnan Road, the tenth day of the eighth month. 】

"Rebellious officials and traitors, dragged out and beheaded." Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows.

Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

Zhao Wujiang picked up the memorial again, seven out of ten were reporting the weather, and the rest were about missing the emperor and expressing his gratitude for the great kindness of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, I miss you, why don't you call my servant to sleep with you?" Zhao Wujiang twitched, his voice changed, and he put it on Wu Meiniang's body like a dog's skin plaster.

Wu Meiniang smiled coquettishly and kept pushing.

"Your Majesty, there is an urgent letter from Lingnan Road Observation History." A shrill voice sounded from outside the door.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, Wu Meiniang hurriedly pushed Zhao Wujiang away, straightened the slightly torn neckline of the palace skirt, and instantly became dignified:
"Come in."

The old eunuch lowered his eyebrows and put his eyes down, holding a wooden box with both hands, and placed it respectfully beside the case, then stood quietly aside with his head down, from the beginning to the end, his eyes never lifted a bit, as if he didn't see Zhao Wujiang.

Wu Meiniang picked up the wooden box, pushed open the seal, and there were two letters lying inside, then she picked up the first letter and slowly unfolded it, Zhao Wujiang's head followed.

[Reporting to the emperor, at the beginning of today's unitary period, the land is in the southeast!

In Wuzhou in the south of the Lingnan Mountains, Cangwu Mountain has a radius of more than ten miles, and all of them collapsed into the ground. Some unfortunate people were buried in the dust. At present, there are 150 people in total.

There was an old man with a sword, who rescued more than a hundred Li people with his sword, and handed over a handwritten letter to Zhao Wujiang, indicating that Zhao Wujiang personally signed it.

Now that the Cangwu collapsed, the veteran has gone to investigate with the dead man, but for some reason, the veteran has the feeling that it is hard to return after leaving.

However, as an observer of history, and as the parent and official of the people in Lingnan, the old minister must go and investigate.

Your Majesty, the veteran misses you often, and may you live in good health.

Observation History of Lingnan Road, Wu Lixin, August [-]th, Youzheng. 】

(End of this chapter)