After being reborn, being alone as a queen

Mu Xiu stared at him for a moment, then said, "Forget it, get up."

He also knew that he was in danger, how could a dead person in this world come back to life...

Xie Jin got up slowly, his eyes fell on the few drops of ink splashed on the dragon table, and said: "Caomin will clean it up for His Majesty."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to wipe

Mu Xiu frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed his wrist: "No need, just ask someone to clean it up, Zhao Chengde."

Zhao Chengde, who was dressed in dark purple palace attire, led two servant girls into the room, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the scene after the dragon case.

The two servant girls behind him lowered their heads, one was holding a copper basin, the other was holding a handkerchief.

Mu Xiu stood up, moved his wrist, and said coldly: "You know my rules."

Xie Jin's sharp eyes saw the two maids trembling again, so he didn't know how to pity and cherish jade, he thought a little bit ironically

His Highness has been so fierce since he was a child, and he always looks serious. I don't know how his concubines in the harem who are full of flowers can bear him?

However, he felt a little embarrassed, because Prime Minister Li Yuan in his previous life was notoriously not close to women

Zhao Chengde bowed and smiled: "This old slave understands."

Mu Xiu let go of Xie Jin's wrist, walked unhurriedly to the dragon couch, opened his hands slightly

Xie Jin was still standing in front of the desk, looking at his back in a daze

Zhao Chengde looked at him with a smile: "Young master is the young master of Zhongyonghou's mansion, right? The old slave is being polite."

Xie Jin blinked: "Exactly."

Zhao Chengde lowered his voice and said to him, "Come over quickly and change your majesty's clothes."

"More...more clothes?! Am I still in charge of this?" Xie Jin almost bit off his tongue, naturally forgot to lower the volume.

Xie Jin swears, he really never did this in his previous life!

"What's the matter? The young master doesn't quite understand the word "serve?" Mu Xiu said coolly

Xie Jin pursed his lips, although he felt a little awkward in his heart, he still compromised

He stepped forward, passed his hands through Mu Xiu's thin waist, and pointed his fingers towards his belt. From a distance, the two seemed to be embracing each other.

Just as he was about to untie the opponent's belt, Mu Xiu grabbed his hand with astonishing strength as if he wanted to crush his bones.

"Hiss—" Xie Jin couldn't hold back, and let out a painful moan from the tip of his tongue

Mu Xiu turned around and shook off his hand, short of breath

Zhao Chengde threw down the handkerchief in his hand, and said in a panic, "Your Majesty!"

Xie Jin was in doubt, and stretched out his hand to help him, his heart tensed up, and he opened his mouth to call out 'His Royal Highness'

Mu Xiu's face and lips turned as white as paper in an instant, and he said hoarsely, "Don't touch me!"

Xie Jin was dragged out of the panic by his cold reprimand, his brain suddenly calmed down, and he was secretly glad that he didn't call out His Highness in an irrational situation.

Zhao Chengde stepped forward to support Mu Xiu, who was panting non-stop. His old face was full of panic, and he said to Xie Jin: "Young Lord, you should go to the door, Your Majesty, he... oh"

Xie Jin clenched his fingers tightly in his sleeves, and retreated outside the hall as he said.

After half a stick of incense, Mu Xiu's condition probably stabilized. Zhao Chengde walked out of the hall and closed the door. Xie Jin couldn't show too much concern, so he could only secretly feel anxious.

Zhao Chengde saw him and said: "Young Lord Hou can go back to the side hall to rest, Your Majesty has already rested."

"Your Majesty..." Xie Jin hesitated to speak

Zhao Chengde didn't answer, he just said: "This old slave will send the young master back to the side hall, please."

Xie Jin had no choice but to turn around and walk along the Chaoshou verandah towards the side hall, Zhao Chengde said: "Young Master wants to ask His Majesty what's wrong?"

"Naturally." Xie Jin's voice was muffled

"Young Master, don't worry, it's an old problem." Zhao Chengde didn't want to tell the truth

Xie Jin also had no way to get to the bottom of it. His identity was too embarrassing. If he cared too much, he might be suspected of having ulterior motives.

The side hall is not too far from the main hall, and with just a little effort between the two of them talking, they arrived.

"It's getting late, the young master should go to bed early, and the old slave will leave first." Zhao Chengde said

Xie Jin was standing in front of the hall, the night wind was blowing with a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, the fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating, but he felt cold all over

What happened to His Highness after his death?

He has always been in good health and has never heard of any illness.

This matter has to start with Chen Xi, as the chief imperial physician before the imperial court, he must know!

At this moment, he was a little thankful that he was talking nonsense in front of Chaoyang Hall earlier.

As the night was getting darker, Xie Jin was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, his mind was full of Mu Xiu's suddenly pale painful expression and... the strength with which he shook off his hand

He stretched out his palm lightly, and carefully looked at it by the flickering candlelight in front of the couch.

These hands are different from the thick calloused palms that were used to holding long swords in his previous life. The fingers are slender and slender, the skin is delicate, and the palm lines are clear, except for the thin calluses on the inner side of the thumb that should be worn out by holding a fan all the year round. Like it was made of warm jade.

Xie Jin remembered that His Royal Highness in his previous life hated Luanming Hall very much.

And he named it

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After His Highness ascended the throne at the age of 17, the Chaoyang Hall, the residence of the emperors of all dynasties, was renovated once, and the original plaque in the side hall was lost.

In the royal study

Song Huaian was lazily leaning on the beauty's couch, throwing a tribute fruit into his mouth, and his eyes fell on one spot.

The little emperor sat behind the dragon case, frowning and meditating for a while, still clueless.

He looked sideways at Zhao Chengde, who was serving at the side, and said, "What is the name of this side hall? Eunuch Zhao, what do you think?"

Zhao Chengde bowed his body, his face was full of shame: "Your Majesty, you are embarrassing the slave. What can a slave in our family think?"

The little emperor said: "If you have any thoughts, you can speak them out, I forgive you for your innocence!"

Zhao Chengde wanted to cry but had no tears: "Returning to Your Majesty, the slave really has no humble opinion, I beg the emperor to let the slave go!"

Song Huai'an couldn't stand it anymore, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you can't figure it out yourself, right?"

Mu Xiu's intention was exposed, he glared at Song Huai'an: "Nonsense! I can't think of a name?"

Song Huaian curled his lips: "The minister made a slip of the tongue, so His Highness thinks for himself?"

Mu Xiu's face turned blue, and his lips were tightly pursed.

After teasing him enough, Song Huaian got up from the couch and said, "Why don't you ask me to present one to His Highness?"

Mu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "Please tell me, Ai Qing."

"This side hall is so close to your majesty's bedroom. In the future, it will definitely be used by His Majesty's most beloved concubine. In the scriptures, it is often written that lovers are rubbing each other's ears and temples, and the phoenix sings in harmony. Why don't we just use the word Luanming?"

Song Huaian waited for Mu Xiu to praise him with full expectation, but he didn't expect that the compliment didn't come, Mu Xiu's face sank immediately

"Eunuch Zhao, pass on my order. In the future, no one can buy folk scripts for the Prime Minister from outside the palace. If there is any violation, they will be punished as a crime of disrespect! In addition, all remaining scripts in his study will be searched and burned!"

Song Huai'an was startled at first, at that time, after all, he had just reached the weak crown, and suddenly became anxious

"Eh? Your Highness! Eunuch Zhao stay behind!"

Zhao Chengde glanced at Mu Xiu's condensed face in embarrassment, but Mu Xiu turned a blind eye.

Song Huaian knelt down on the side of the dragon case, grabbed the sleeve of Mu Xiu's dragon robe, and wailed, "Your Highness, don't want it! Those words are my lifeblood! I grew up with my minister! How about burning my minister? The words are all innocent!"

Zhao Chengde didn't notice, the Prime Minister was as high and clean as an orchid outside, and in front of His Majesty, he was a person who lost his face and didn't even bother to pick him up.

Mu Xiu lowered his eyelashes to look at him, and said coldly, "It was I who grew up with you!"

Song Huai'an choked, and echoed: "Yes, yes, it's Your Majesty! The minister made a slip of the tongue again."

Mu Xiu said coolly: "Ai Qing often slips out of words with this mouth, how about I reward you with a bottle of dumb medicine, so that you don't have to speak with this mouth in the future?"

Zhao Chengde stepped back a few steps, with a smile on his face.

Hearing what the emperor said, he was relieved

Anyway, since the Prime Minister entered the East Palace when he was young, His Majesty has been clamoring to kill him for eight out of ten days, but in fact it is His Majesty. He tied him up and guarded the prime minister closely.

Perhaps this is the special way the two get along.

Song Huai'an felt sad, "Your Majesty only wanted to bestow death on the minister the day before yesterday, and today he wants to poison the dumb minister. Why is it always the minister who is injured?"

Mu Xiu glanced at him and said, "If you don't talk, I won't let you get hurt."

"Oh." Song Huai'an seemed to have figured out something, and unexpectedly responded obediently.

Standing up slowly from the ground, let go of his sleeves.

After half a stick of incense, Zhao Chengde held back his laughter

Mu Xiu raised his head with a gloomy face, and looked at Song Huaian who was sitting on the window sill, peeling nuts in his hands.

"Song Huaian, I want to kill you!"

Song Huaian turned around in a daze, and subconsciously asked, "Do you eat, Your Highness? These nuts are delicious....I"

His voice stopped abruptly when his brain realized what Mu Xiu had just said, and he said in a daze, "Are you going to give me death again? I didn't say anything."

"Don't make any noise, or I will burn your script."

Now Song Huai'an was honest, he lay down on the beauty's couch

It's just that he couldn't keep quiet for a stick of incense, and Mu Xiu's pen tip stopped again, because the man howled again.

Song Huaian waved his hand and shouted: "Hey, hey, Mr. Zhao! Gu is dying! My leg is cramped! Come here and help Gu!"

Seeing that he was in so much pain that he was about to break out in a cold sweat, Mu Xiu waved his hand at Zhao Chengde.

"Go rub him."

Zhao Chengde responded, "Hey."

Zhao Chengde's technique was very good, Song Huaian's leg pain soon disappeared.

He made an inch of it and said, "Grandpa Zhao, can you rub Gu's shoulders too? Gu is tired of dealing with state affairs these days."

Mu Xiu looked at his dragon case, and there were [-]/[-] of the court memorials with him. He actually said that he was tired of dealing with state affairs?

His Majesty the Emperor scoffed at his shameless behavior

Seeing that the emperor had no intention of objecting, Zhao Chengde responded with a smile: "The slave takes orders."

"Ah~ It's comfortable, use more strength!"

In the silent palace, a groan escaped from the royal study

The lingering sound lingers on the beam, making people daydream

The palace guards outside looked at each other in dismay, and saw the horror in each other's eyes.

'Snapped! '

Mu Xiu threw the folder in his hand on the dragon table, his pretty face flushed red from anger or shame.

"I ask you if you are tired of living!"

Zhao Chengde trembled in fright, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Song Huaian turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, and said quite innocently: "What's wrong, Your Highness? Does Your Highness want to press his shoulders too... Oh, I get it! Is there another old pedantic and lonely?! Those old stubborn people are the ones in their hearts. Unbalanced alone!"

Mu Xiu's face and ears were very red, and his neck was gradually stained with a layer of pink. He pointed to a pile of folded papers and sarcastically said, "Is there even a question? See, that pile is all from you." You have to shout a few more times, I guarantee that all the papers in the entire Yushitai will be for you tomorrow!"

"That's not easy, just write a hundred books and throw them back at Yushitai!"

Mu Xiu gritted his teeth to control his urge to drag him out to death, and said word by word: "Get out!"

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