Imperial City

In the side room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Anxi heard Ru Gonggong's report, and almost breathless, she was really angry, if she didn't have an errand, she would have wanted to bring Wei Qi over and slap Wei Qi at this moment.

"Idiot! Don't you have eyes? People can't tell the difference! Ah! Don't you know Wei Qi?!"

The perpetrator was not in front of him, Anxi could only vent his anger on Rucan (Ru Gonggong).

He kicked the man down, and said bitterly: "Our family sees you are prudent, and I specially ordered you to take good care of him. How can you be a bad guy!"

If the father-in-law shrinks to the ground and does not dare to refute, such a big matter will be beaten left and right, and An Sheng suffers.

"The little one is guilty, the little one deserves to die!"

Anxi let it out first, and then started scolding Wei Qi again.

idiot!How dare this ignorant kid do such absurd things!Do you think that finding a servant who is similar to yourself can kill the Holy Family?How stupid!

Don't say that the Holy Majesty dislikes Xiaofangzi because he didn't accept it last night. Even if he accepts it, it doesn't mean that he will let Wei Qi go and tease the king. Who can bear the responsibility for such a crime!After swallowing his anger for so many years, why did he become confused for a while!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, his eyes turned black with anger, and his heart beat violently.How can I keep it this time? !

It's just that the Holy One hasn't punished him so far, and I don't know what it means.

He couldn't wait for a moment, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he led the people straight to the main hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

In the Xinuang Pavilion, the emperor sat beside him, his expression as usual. Seeing that Anxi had lost his usual composure, and his gait was floating and loose, he frowned and glanced at everyone displeased.

Anxi told the emperor to be so fluttering at a glance, he quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, and slowed down his pace.

The slave at the back didn't notice for a while, and almost bumped into him.

Really broke the rules today.

The emperor watched coldly and sneered.

It's no use worrying about him now.

Sweat broke out layer by layer on Anxi's forehead, and he led the crowd to kneel down three feet before the dragon collapsed.

"Slaves, please be safe and blessed. The horseshoe sleeves are played very loudly today.

The emperor snorted from his throat: "Get up."

"Hey." Everyone said in unison.

An Xi stepped forward with his head down, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this slave has something to report."

"Say." The emperor brushed his legs with a string of small-leaf red sandalwood beads, and swept the deep purple tassels under his knees.

Anxi's eyelids twitched, and sweat dripped down.

"Returning to the Holy Majesty, last night...that brat Wei Qi was so bold that he replaced the people in the house privately. The servant is not strict, so please ask the Holy Majesty to punish him. As for Wei Qi...Your Majesty, how do you think he should be punished?" he."

Anxi didn't dare to say that Wei Qi didn't want Cheng Xing to take the initiative to choose someone who warms your bed for you, so how do you punish him? Although what he said just now was vague, it meant what it should have. Save face for both parties.

But how could the emperor accept such a thing? He still hadn't calmed down after one night, but the more annoyed he was, the more calm his face became.

"Punishment is not necessary. If you are not feeling well, please ask someone to replace it. It's just a trivial matter. Am I the kind of ignorant monarch?"

If Anxi hadn't been serving him for so many years, he would have felt that the emperor was really kind and let Wei Qi go.

Unfortunately, he knew that if His Majesty stepped on the ladder he had laid and immediately sent someone to bring Wei Qi to interrogate him, then there was still room for redemption and intercession. . .I'm afraid it's difficult.

An Xi felt helpless when she encountered something for the first time.

At this time, it is absolutely impossible to intercede for others, he will only persuasion more and more suffer, he considered and said: "The sage is lenient, but Wei Qi is really a slave, he is a servant of a slave, since he violated the palace rules, he is a slave." If he has not been disciplined properly, please ask the Holy Majesty Xu servant to bring him and plead guilty to you, please punish him."

This is probably the last chance.

"I said it." The emperor was unmoved, "No need."

"If you talk too much, I will blame you first."

"Hey, the slave deserves to die."

Anxi closed her eyes helplessly, sighing inwardly.

I can't keep it.

"Just do whatever you want, there is no need to say anything about small things."

"Whoo."

The emperor said so, but this morning in the inner study he smashed a teacup and broke a tube of green bamboo wolf.

Because he always felt that his mind was restless, he was copying a volume of "The Great Amitabha Sutra" with a pen, and the pen was swimming around on the tissue paper. He looked calm on the surface, but actually he was copying more and more bored.

Giving gold and jade, rewarding clothes and food, and improving ranks, I have never cared so much for any slave, even Anxi, and asking myself is the most preferential treatment, but I never wanted to be slapped in the face.

A wolf-hearted dog lung, hard-hearted, do not know what is good or bad.

Immature beasts!

With a click, the pen barrel snapped, and the emperor threw the remaining pen on the floor tiles.

An Xili shivered violently at the back, closed his eyes and sighed.

"Change the pen!"

"Whoo."

The eunuch serving ink took another white jade Langhao from the red sandalwood pen holder, with trembling fingers, he carefully held it in front of the emperor.

I can't turn it off this time.

The emperor took the pen, dipped it in the ink and continued, the handwriting on the paper gradually became scribbled and floated, feeling restless.

He stretched out his hand to bring the teacup to drink, but after taking a sip, he remembered that dog slave, the white chrysanthemum tea, which is a poor thing, and he could drink it himself.

Ping-pong! Another hit on the ground.

The broken porcelain was scattered, and the tea soup overflowed.

Anxi and other servants knelt down to plead guilty.

"My lord, please calm down."

It's just that, apart from Anxi, few people know why this ventilation is happening, and most of them are at a loss at the moment.

The emperor was sullen and silent.

He was murderous at this time.

She is delicate and fleshy, and if she is wronged, she will turn the world upside down. It is impossible to treat yourself as a son of a royal family, a relative, a family member, and an immature person who is stubborn and unwilling to submit.

He wanted to issue an order to enshrine people, but before he could say anything, he caught a glimpse of the sentence just copied on the yellowish rice paper: Land of Ultimate Bliss, seven layers of fences, seven layers of nets, and seven layers of trees. . .

Seven, seven again.

The emperor's heart has been disturbed.

He hesitated for a while, then curled his lips into a sneer for a long while, and thought to himself: I have earned all the money in the beautiful Jiangshan, and I can't subdue a mere slave, isn't it a joke.

Because the emperor didn't pursue it, Wei Qi was on duty as usual at noon this day. (Night watch minions are closed for half a day)

When he went into the study with the servants who were changing shifts, his heart was still a little troubled, and he raised his eyes and quietly glanced at the emperor.

After the latter sat upright at the table, his expression was normal, but Wei Qi felt a little uneasy for some reason.

It stands to reason that although he accepted it tacitly, he couldn't do it without some punishment. In any case, he violated the rules. Demotion or a few slaps are always required, which is weird.

Is it possible that Sheng Sheng is so generous that he doesn't bother to argue with me as a slave?

Wei Qi had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but his superiors didn't express it, so he didn't want to act rashly.

The whole day was peaceful, and Wei Qi finally had a good night's sleep.

The second day was also the same as usual, the emperor had not summoned him these few days, they were all the empresses and masters who turned their cards around.

Gradually, Wei Qi calmed down.

On the third day, at Xushi, in the Dongnuan Pavilion.

Anxi presented the green head card, the emperor ordered to withdraw, and brought the slave here.

that minion?Which minion? !

The sage declared Wei Qi to go away, does that slave refer to Xiao Fangzi? !

Anxi tentatively asked: "Return to the Holy Master, the servant is dull, which servant do you want to be lucky?"

The emperor frowned, and said lightly: "The one Wei Qi sent."

Anxi had a premonition that the night would be difficult, and she didn't know what kind of bloody storm would be ushered in.

"Hey, the servant will arrange it now."

When Eunuch Zheng led people to his tan to deliver the order, Wei Qi was mending his mattress, which was accidentally torn to pieces the night before, and the imperial gift was expensive, so it was hard for others to find out, so he had to mend it secretly.

Zheng Qi knocked on the door, Xiao Fangzi scrambled to get up on the stool, and opened the door with a few quick steps.

"Master Wei, Master Fang, you two are very good." Zheng Qi had a smile on his face, but the smile was meaningful.

"By the Holy Majesty's order, Master Fang will be in bed tonight. Please accompany us to the inner court prison." He should have said this to Xiao Fangzi, but his eyes were fixed on Wei Qi.

Wei Qi didn't notice for a while, the embroidery needle pierced the pulp of the index finger, and bright red blood beads gushed out, but he couldn't feel the pain, and the heartbeat was too fast.

Xiao Fangzi showed joy on his face, and said again and again: "Thank you, Eunuch Zheng, for your presence, the little one is lucky, the sage is very kind, and the little one is naturally grateful to Dai Demo."

Zheng Qi showed a shallow smile at Wei Qi, then turned to Xiao Fangzi and said, "So, Master Fang, please go ahead."

"A lot... Thank you, Mr. Zheng." His words trembled.

Wei Qi lowered his eyes, nestled back and continued to sew his mattress.

It's just that there is always a faint uneasiness in my heart, and I can't calm down no matter what.

Fearing that he might not be able to mend it tonight, he put away his needle and thread, took out his travel notes and read them by candlelight, and now he can feel calmer by just reading a book.

You can't read the books of sages and sages in the palace, and you can only pass the time with travel notes.

The wind outside the window is getting louder, bending the vegetation, and the weather is getting colder. It is estimated that there will be a heavy snow soon.

In the West Nuan Pavilion of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Xiao Fangzi was kneeling on the black marble floor tiles naked and thin.

With his back facing the emperor, he kept moving his hands and talking non-stop, not knowing if it was just pretending or genuine pleasure.

The latter leaned on the head of the bed and looked at it leisurely, and his body has already moved.

It's true that green out of blue is better than blue.

The emperor looked at it for a while, then suddenly said out of the east window, "Call Wei Qilai."

Xiao Fangzi trembled all over, lost control of his strength, and let out a short cry of pain with a high-pitched tone.

An Xi responded under the corridor: "Hey." But the back of the forehead was already wet with sweat.The cold wind blew by, and he couldn't stop shivering.

The backyard was pitch black, the gate was locked, and Wei Qi tossed and turned on the floor, unable to fall asleep.

Suddenly there was movement outside, the heavy wooden door slowly opened, and human voices were gradually heard.

The candlelight from the lantern pierced the night, and the servants in light sleep had woken up, listening carefully with their ears open, curious in their hearts.

Although the sound of footsteps was light, the candlelight gradually approached, hitting the square table in the room through the window, and the fine dust had nowhere to hide.

Not far from the square table collapsed, Wei Qi huddled in the mattress and trembled slightly, feeling ominous in his heart.

Sure enough, the candlelight stopped in front of the door, Wei Qi held his breath, and there was a knock on the door, twice, smashing all luck.

"Master Wei, please open the door. Your Majesty announces to you, let's go with the little ones." There was a difference in the tone, as if he knew that the people in the house would not escape tonight.

Wei Qi kept silent, lifted the mattress and sat up, slowly got down on the bed, stepped on the blanket with bare feet to open the door.

A few young eunuchs stood in front of the door with red paper lanterns, their faces distorted under the dim candlelight.

Wei Qi was wearing a dark purple silk robe with only a thin white obscene garment underneath, his hair was untied, and before he had time to put on his clothes, he was invited away by several people.

A dozen or so servants of the inner court were guarding in front of the lower door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. In the courtyard, Wang Fugui led the servants in front of the imperial court and stood quietly in the wind.

Wei Qi and his party entered, and the leading eunuch walked up the steps to return to Anxi.

An Xi turned his head and glanced at Wei Qi condescendingly, with an inexplicably complicated expression.

Wei Qi bowed his head, not daring to look back, he finally understood that there was never any forgiveness.

The wind was so cold at night that it made people chill like ice.

There was a lot of movement in the Xinuang Pavilion, and Xiao Fangzi's moaning in pain also changed. Wei Qi stood in front, the wind was blowing, the silk robe was blown by the wind, and the bright and deep purple flew into the air, and he found a branch to stop.

It was too cold, and Wei Qi was at a loss as to where he was.

Not long after, the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation opened, and the emperor stood in hell like a Rakshasa, with deep eyes.

Everyone knelt down.

The pure white obscene clothes pierced the eyes, and the emperor's gaze paused.

"Get in."

The servants all knew who the words were addressed to.

"Hey." Wei Qi and An Xi agreed.

The emperor tilted his head, and Anxi was also afraid, and the nails on the whisk rod were so hard that they turned white.

"No more yelling, don't blame me for not remembering the past friendship."

This is really the most important sentence Anxi has ever heard the Holy Majesty say to herself, it is even more merciless than calling him an old man, a stupid slave.

"Hey." The head of the imperial court curled up and kowtowed to the ground, dispelling the thought of defending his shortcomings.

The emperor turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and Wei Qiqi slowly walked into the deep hall.

No one dared to look up.

The Xinuang Pavilion was very warm, Wei Qi didn't dare to get any closer, he stopped and knelt three feet away from Longtao.

Because before the collapse, the people who lived in the same house as him knelt on the ground facing him.

His face was flushed, his lips were opened wide, his eyes were closed, his neck was raised, and his posture was extremely unbearable.

The incomplete place is conspicuous, just one glance at Wei Qi is already frightening.

It's so similar, it's even more similar when you look at it from a distance, just now I thought it was...

Wei Qi bowed his head and put his forehead on the back of his hands, huddled in the felt blanket, not daring to move.

"Get over here."

Wei Qi couldn't roll and didn't dare to roll. His body was sweaty, his limbs were numb, and he seemed to have lost all five senses.

"Get over here!" The emperor's angry reprimand rang in his ears, he finally came back to his senses, and crawled slowly towards Longta.

Climb a foot away from the dragon collapse, and dare not move again, the sound of churning water lingers around my ears, and the greasy groans seem to be everywhere.

Wei Qi was at a loss as to what to do tonight.

The emperor picked up a teacup on the collapsed table and threw it at Wei Qi's back.

The obscene clothes were thin and couldn't hold back the force. It should be extremely painful, but Wei Qi couldn't feel it.

He crawled and finally climbed to the bottom of the steps.

Xiao Fangzi knelt on the steps, only half a zhang away from him.

"Look up."

A deep sentence mixed with a provocative small cry hit his ear.

Wei Qi is really scared now.

He didn't dare to move, he didn't have the courage to move.

"I told you to raise your head." The second sentence was impatient, and it was as heavy as a mountain.

Wei Qi raised his head, but his body was still prone, like a timid dog.

His gaze met Xiao Fangzi, who was also confused, aggrieved and ashamed flashed by one by one, but he couldn't resist.

The emperor was sitting by the side playing with a waist pendant leisurely, lowered his head and said, "Work harder, and let your Master Wei also see what is called kung fu."

Xiao Fangzi bit his lip, turned his head away from Wei Qi, but his movements quickened, and the muffled voice between his lips became more urgent and seductive.

Wei Qi's heart hurts like a needle, his mouth is as dry as a wet towel clogging his throat, isn't his embarrassing | dissolute appearance just like another self.

The methods of the inner court supervisor are exactly the same, and the people they teach are all so lowly.

"My lord... Please forgive me!" Wei Qi kept kowtowing, his face was pale, his eyes were full of tears, his lips were trembling, and he murmured a sentence of begging for mercy, and he really couldn't watch it anymore.

Although he was prepared, he did not expect such a scene. Whether the two of them could escape death tonight.