I’m Determined To Be the Dark Moonlight

At night, Wei Ying's ears were filled with Gong Douji's frantic Baba, and the emperor's bedroom was full of laughter.

Eunuch Fushou heard the happy laughter of the emperor and nodded in relief.

Ever since the empress entered the palace, she has always brought happiness to His Majesty, which is great.

Although the laughter began to change gradually, it was mixed with coquettish, panting, moaning, "groaning", and the faint sound of begging for mercy, but it was not a big problem.

Fu Shou put his hands together, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The guard next to him looked into his eyes and said suspiciously, "Father-in-law, I seem to hear His Majesty's voice, is it okay?"

Eunuch Fushou raised his orchid finger, "You don't understand this," he said with relief, "This night, Your Majesty has grown."

That night, Yun Shao grew up.

She listened to the cross talk all night, and when she woke up the next day, she was in a trance.

When dawn broke the next day, Yun Shao opened his eyes, and the people next to him were still asleep.

She pressed close to Wei Ying and stared at the girl's peaceful sleeping face. She couldn't help but cocked the corners of her mouth. She wanted to chirp softly, but she was afraid that she would be abrupt and beautiful.

Did not tweet.

Wei Ying suddenly woke up, pressing down on His Majesty the Emperor, who was waiting to be released, and said lazily, "Morning, Your Majesty."

Yun Shao smiled and said hello: "Yingyingzao, Yingying chirp!"

Wei Ying: "Stop tweeting, Your Majesty, let's look at the book first."

Only then did Yun Shao remember that there was a pile of books on the table like a hill, and got out of bed reluctantly with a cold face. She picked up the red pen and immersed herself in reviewing the memorials, like a poor student who was "forced" to get up early in the morning to catch up with her homework.

In the middle is a book about the drought in the north.

The emperor picked up the book and couldn't help frowning. Every autumn and winter, there were often droughts. As usual, the yamen at all levels distributed grain storage for disaster relief. After so many years, it has become a set of efficient and skilled operation.

But some time ago, she received a report from a county official, saying that the government and businessmen in Changping County, Hanzhou colluded. secondary food.

The government suppressed the matter and did not allow the subordinates to pursue it with the grain merchants.

Let’s not talk about how many of them are. In short, the people in the disaster can only drink a bowl of gruel that is almost as thin as water every day.

Yun Shao sighed and put the book down. She had already sent troops to rush to the disaster-stricken area. Now the report from the county official is true, and the reality is even more tragic.

However, on the handbook, it was written that the drought had been eliminated and the people were safe.

She bit the pen holder angrily, and wrote hurriedly on the memorial: "You're a real bastard! You're a bastard! Why don't you raise your head to see you?"

Before leaving, her husband had told her that dealing with the Gong family should be done gradually and not too hastily. Over the years, Yun Shao has somewhat understood the meaning of the master. First, the palace party has a high position and authority, and the pressure is too strong, which will make them die, and bring disaster to the country and the people.

The second is that these officials at the bottom have colluded with the palace party, and they have become an inseparable and inseparable group, concealing each other and jointly deceiving the top and bottom. In the end, what was sent to the emperor was just a ridiculous memorial for the peace and tranquility of the world.

Over the years, she has gradually cut off the wing of the palace party, but there are so many gang members of the common people. If the government is to be purged, the Spring Festival next year must be held smoothly. Only when new and young blood is poured into the rotten officialdom, can this already decadent and dead dynasty be revived. possible.

She doesn't need to, watching the person she likes fall in front of her eyes.

Yun Shao clenched the red pen tightly, frowned slightly, a thin water light appeared in his eyes, and remembered that day six years ago.

She ran out of the fire, escaped death, and rushed to the small courtyard outside Shengjing overnight. She wanted to leave with her husband, wherever she wanted.

On that day, she finally got her wish to hold her husband's. The air was filled with the aroma of fried chestnuts in sugar when she first met her. The husband gently "rubbed" and "rubbed" her head with a gentle smile as usual.

Everything was fine, it was like a dream.

From now on, she thought, she would be able to monopolize Mr.

It's hers, her own... sir.

The person holding the pen slowly clenched it, the pale back could see bruised blood vessels, the tip of the pen trembled slightly due to the force, leaving blood stains on the bright yellow silk paper.

Just like that day, a little red under the vines.

The nightmare of her life.

A pair suddenly rested on her shoulders, and a familiar voice came from behind: "Your Majesty, why are you in a daze?"

Yun Shao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, there was already a smile on his face. She turned back to Weiying and smiled and said, "I'm thinking about some political affairs. The drought in Hanzhou is severe, and the people are suffering; Beijue is also about to make a move, and it seems that it is about to commit it; the Spring Festival has not yet been settled, and the new policy has been hindered..."

However, the moment he saw Yingying, all worries were swept away.

Yun Shao smiled softly, "Is Yingying hungry? What do you want to eat, sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Wei Ying swayed and sat beside the emperor, looking down at the memorial on the table. Seeing that the emperor behaved a little abnormally, she turned over and got up. She only ran outside in a drape, and the snow-white tunic wrapped around the girl's slender and exquisite lines.

Yun Shao could see that, he couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Suliu——"

Wei Ying:  …

Yun Shao's cheeks were pink, and she smiled softly. She grabbed Wei Ying's collar and slowly moved her fingers in, "Yingying, the spring night is so short, why not be happy?" Unexpectedly, he still smiled, picked up a "hair" pen that was not dipped in ink on the pen holder, and said softly: "I read an idiom in the book, and I have always been puzzled. Would Yingying give me some pointers?"

Wei Ying widened her eyes cautiously, "What language?"

Yun Shao said, "A wonderful pen produces flowers."

Wei Ying frowned slightly, not understanding what she was thinking about.

Yun Shao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked in surprise: "So Yingying doesn't understand? That Yingying lay down and let me teach Yingying."

Wei Ying suddenly remembered something and grabbed her wrist for the second time: "Your Majesty, what kind of book is that book you mentioned?"

Yun Shao blinked his eyes innocently.

Wei Ying finally remembered the source of evil she had read, and there were not only wonderful strokes and flowers, but also floating flowers and waves.

Punching words with a pen, riding a dragon and a phoenix, flowers, and friends, in a word, it is a book with various postures and rich content... a small yellow book.

It is also the "Love" that was thrown into the emperor's imperial study.

She looked at the emperor and thought, my good fellow, not only picked up my words, but also used the Buddhist scriptures to prevaricate me, and did a lot of research in secret.

Yun Shao picked up the dry "hair" pen, and gently swiped it twice on Wei Ying's back with the soft rabbit hair. Wei Ying only felt an itch on her back, and she retracted like an electric shock. She rubbed her face twice. When she woke up, she mercilessly snatched the "hair" pen from the emperor.

Yun Shao consciously sat on the table, and the sun swept behind her, gilding her with a layer of light gold.

She tilted her head and said with a smile, "Yingying, come and do something happy."

Weiying put the "hair" pen back on the pen holder, turned around and walked away, halfway through, she felt as if she was running away, so she turned around again, picked up the "hair" pen dipped in ink on the table, and placed it in the emperor's mouth. A beard is drawn on the side.

Your majesty!

Yun Shao obediently asked her to draw, and after Weiying put down her pen, she grabbed Weiying's sleeve and said, "Yingying, stay and have breakfast with me, okay?"

Weiying had no reason to refuse.

The maids and eunuchs who came in to serve all kept their heads down, for fear of being chopped off by the emperor who grew up with two cat whiskers.

But Yun Shao was in a very good mood, with a spring breeze on his face, and served Wei Ying with his own hands: "Yingying was tired yesterday, eat more."

Fushou: yooooooooo!

The old father's is just around the corner.

His Majesty has finally grown up!

He hurriedly asked the accompanying royal chef to get a few dishes, make them, make them big bowls!

Wei Ying sucked a piece of noodles, thought of something, and asked, "Why doesn't your majesty like to hold me, just pull my sleeves?"

Yun Shao was stunned for a moment, his eyes were covered with a layer of clear light, and he stared at her.

Wei Ying blinked: "Could it be that Your Majesty has been with me since I was a child...isn't close to your husband, so I don't even dare to hold him?"

Yun Shao's face turned pale, and he retorted loudly: "Of course not, of course not like this, I have a very good relationship with my husband, she likes me the most, she gave me a handful of fried chestnuts when I first met, she still held In my lantern festivals, I "touch" my head and often hit me."

Wei Ying: "I beat you often? Does that count as liking?"

Yun Shao bit her lower lip, "But I like it. In short, we used to be very close and often held hands." She sighed regretfully, with a lonely expression on her face: "It's just that Yingying has forgotten everything. "

But she started up again immediately, smiled happily and said, "It won't be long in the future. In the future, I will let Yingying slowly remember our past."

Wei Ying looked at her for a while, but said nothing, lowered her head and sucked the noodles again.

Yun Shao didn't come here anymore, he bowed his head to eat obediently, only Fu Shou hopped around happily, and every few minutes, he ran in in small steps and asked them if they were hungry, if they wanted to add more food, or if they wanted to come to the plate Pastries, do you want a bowl of wontons?

Even Yun Shao, who had always been tolerant towards him, was too annoyed to say, "We don't want anything, you step back and don't come in."

Fu Shou glanced at them, and a happy smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, "Okay, Your Majesty, obey Your Majesty. If Your Majesty needs anything, just call a servant, and the servant will be guarding outside~"

Yun Shao: "...don't keep it, I ordered you to go back to sleep!"

Wei Ying: "Father Fushou treats you very well."

It can be seen that in addition to loyalty, there is a layer of intimacy.

Yun Shao lowered his eyes and said softly, "He has been serving me, watching me grow up, and getting close to me."

Wei Ying wanted to say a few more words, but Fu Shou, who had already left, jumped in again. When Yun Shao heard the voice, he frowned helplessly and looked over: "I'm not hungry, I don't eat, I don't want to add food!"

Fu Shou anxiously said, "No, Your Majesty, Niangniang, I heard the news just now that Xiao Jieyu is seriously ill!"

Wei Ying stood up suddenly, "What?"

Fu Shou: "It's stomach cramps. I don't know why. The few imperial physicians accompanying me couldn't see any symptoms. The imperial concubine had already left here with Jieyu, and rushed her to a nearby town to find a doctor."

Stomach cramps, nearby town?

Wei Ying remembered that Xiao Qianxue had a miscarriage at about the same time in the original plot, but the question is now that she has nothing in her stomach, what is she having a miscarriage? Flowing lonely?

The power of the plot doesn't have to work so hard.

She took out the orange card she had drawn again, lowered her eyes, and let Fu Shou Bei Ma strode outside.

The emperor also put down the dishes and quickly followed behind.

Fushou Xiaoran ran: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the ink on your mouth!"