My Empress is My Bad Girl

Zhao Shu was silent and said, "Although there are few mosquitoes in the post-autumn period, they are very poisonous."

Zhao Yuanjing said, "I look at this purse, but I don't know which embroiderer in Xiaohuangshu's mansion made it?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "There are so many skilled embroiders in the court, so the emperor shouldn't worry about the people in the minister's mansion. There are not many people in the minister's mansion. These emperors all know about it."

Zhao Yuanjing looked at him for a while and said meaningfully: "Naturally, I don't care about the people in the mansion of the little emperor. I just hope that the little emperor will not think about my people either."

"The minister follows the decree." Zhao Shu looked open.

He admitted that he really cared about Gu Yundai's woman in his heart, no, it could be said that he liked it.

But he never thought about what he would do to her, he would never go beyond the rules, what he would show to her, and he would never have that kind of rebellious thoughts.

He didn't think it was a mistake to like someone silently, so he was very calm.

He also knew what Zhao Yuanjing was suggesting, but he didn't care.

Born in the royal family, he had already seen through the so-called cold-blooded affection between royal families.

When the first emperor was not enthroned, he and the first emperor were brothers, and after the first emperor was enthroned, they were just monarchs and ministers.

Before the prince ascended the throne, they were close relatives and nephews. After the crown prince became the throne, the relationship between them was first the ruler and the minister, and then the uncle and nephew.

Zhao Shu knew this well.

Zhao Yuanjing's words are only as short as he can. He was trying to catch the wind and catching the shadows. He didn't want to damage his relationship with the little emperor's uncle because of this.

He stood up and said: "The sky is getting colder. Before the winter, we have to resolve the issue of withdrawing the domain."

"The minister will try his best to do this. The other vassals and the ministers are sure, except for King Fu. The emperor might as well consider the words of the queen dowager. The minister has things to do, and the minister retires." Zhao Shu saluted , Turned around and exited.

Zhao Yuanjing stood there, thinking for a long time.

In the afternoon, he was reviewing the notes in the Imperial Study Room, and Liu Dequan came in with a strange look.

"Master," he walked over and whispered, "the one in the cold palace, no more."

"Huh?" Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him.

Liu Dequan said: "The Concubine Chen from the Guogong's Mansion."

"Oh, she." Zhao Yuanjing lowered his head and continued to look at the Zhezi, "Why not?"

"The minion asked someone to check and said he was hanging himself." Liu Dequan said.

"Chen Xueyan has been in the Cold Palace for so long, why don't you want to live at this time?" Zhao Yuanjing said quietly, "Who has been there?"

Liu Dequan hesitated.

"Say." Zhao Yuanjing said coldly.

Liu Dequan said: "Master Yun has been there once and he came out soon, and he didn't do much at the time..."

He tried to explain for Yun Dai.

"Okay, I know." Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him and said, "Liu Dequan, you are doing your best to Master Yun now."

"It's the slaves' responsibility to serve the masters." Liu Dequan said with a smile.

Zhao Shu stopped writing and said quietly, "I don't have to tell me what she is going to do now."

He didn't care if Chen Xueyan was cleaned up. What he cared about was that Yundai no longer discussed with him before doing things, and only asked for his opinions.

At this time, the honorable **** walked in with a small plate on which there were only three signs.

Jin Yao, Yun Dai, Guo Ning.

All three brands are brand new, and they are obviously just made.

"Why did you bring this up suddenly?" Liu Dequan frowned.

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I just found out that I couldn't see everyone's comments during the National Day...laughing and crying. I have to wait until the National Day before the draw, sorry fairies.