Imperial City

The wise and majestic Son of Heaven, whose demeanor has always been calm and seldom out of place, kept coughing and coughing, and Anxi gently followed his back.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." He shouted anxiously, but he couldn't help feeling that he deserved it.

Everyone knelt on the ground and dared not make a sound.

Through the figure of his former wife, the emperor stared down at the culprit who was kneeling in the middle.

Wei Qi got into trouble, and was still laughing in his heart, but at this moment, he changed back to a servant in an honest manner, kneeling on the blanket to plead guilty, with his head close to the back of his hand, and his body lying extremely low, as if to Like sticking into a blanket.

The posture is respectful and humble, who can blame, and this ceremony is ordered by the master, so what does it have to do with him?

The emperor gradually stopped coughing, and gently waved his hands, signaling the queen and Anxi to back away.

He brushed off his cuffs, stood up, and said in a deep voice, "Go back to Qianqing Palace."

The front of the emperor's robe is often slightly wet, and although he has a change of clothes, he loses face in front of all his wives and concubines, how can he still stay.

"Whoo."

As the emperor lifted his feet and walked away, Anxi and others hurriedly took the cloak and put it on for him.

"Get up—drive—, do—clear—the palace!" An Xi groaned again, but he was not full of breath.

"The concubines are waiting to send you off to the sage." The concubines sent the Buddha carefully, put away all kinds of scheming, and dared not make any more troubles.

At this time, it was only the second quarter of the unitary hour (05:30 p.m.), and the emperor had only stayed for about an hour before he even had dinner, so he had to leave in a huff.

The queen and concubine Shu dare not keep them.

Wei Qi quietly moved to the side to make way, and the emperor walked by steadily, looking ahead lightly, without squinting.

Walking up to him, he raised his foot and kicked the person's butt lightly, leaving a deep sentence: "Follow me." It's embarrassing here.

go back.

I don't know who just saw Huadan's appearance, thought about it, just watched the show with nothing, and didn't believe what he said.

Although he is the emperor, no one dares to talk back.

"Hey." Wei Qiping responded, and after receiving a weak kick, he didn't dare to do any more mischief. He spoke in a devilish manner, and got up to follow behind Anxi.

The servants of the Qianqing Palace withdrew from behind the rose chairs on both sides and returned to the palace in a row.

This time, no one pleases anyone. Concubine Shu got Dongzhu but angered the Holy Majesty. All the concubines followed behind with the idea of ​​watching a good show. Whoever is the most open-faced today should be Zhonggong.

In Yanxi Palace, Wei Qi could still laugh, but on the way back to Qianqing Palace, he started to feel a little scared.

The Holy One has been gaining power for a long time, why has he lost his composure like Cai just now? Although this matter was not his fault alone, but when he returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he was the only one who made a mistake.

Wei Qi walked behind the sedan chair with his head bowed, and the closer he got to the Qianqing Palace, the more disturbed he became.

If he said that he was not afraid at all in the Palace of Yanxi Palace, he would be lying to others, it was just a moment of anger that gave birth to some extra liver and gallbladder.

But can this be his fault?It is clear that the Holy Majesty promised that he would have a good life.Alas, it's ridiculous, but I actually believed it. Is it stupid? A slave, so what if he broke his promise to you?

It's just that the kick just now didn't seem to be angry, maybe he wouldn't blame it.

No no, this is the Son of Heaven!It's a big deal for the Son of Heaven to lose face, how could he not punish him, if he didn't punish him, how can his anger be dissipated?

The sedan chair stops in front of the Qianqing Palace.

The emperor lifted his feet and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation with his hands behind his back.

The court ladies and eunuchs along the road knelt down to salute, all wondering in their hearts.

Why did you lead a group of people from the Imperial Palace to Yanxi Palace to see Concubine Shu, and you returned to Luo after only an hour?Could it be that something happened?

The emperor entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, walked a few steps in, stopped abruptly, and half turned around to look back.

He didn't speak and gave orders, but only looked at the person behind him deeply.

His eyes are as deep as a lake at night, and he can't see any joy or anger.

Everyone knelt down to plead guilty, and asked the emperor to appease his anger.

"Go away." The emperor kicked Wang Fugui who stood in front of him, and Anxi who was standing beside him quickly moved away.

Everyone kneeled to give way, and Wei Qi was left in the middle.

He was very foresighted, knowing that the Holy Majesty was coming to settle accounts, so he knelt obediently and did not move.

The emperor's footsteps were steady and slow, as if he was strolling in a court, not as if he wanted to question someone.

Wei Qi's heart was pounding wildly, as if being beaten with a hammer by a monster.

The sweat from the forehead slid to the eyelids, staining the thick eyelashes.

The black boots with golden auspicious clouds and dragon patterns stopped in front of the person, Wei Qi held his breath and closed his eyes.

The emperor leaned over, his slender fingers penetrated into the deep purple collar of the kneeling man, and hooked out the precious white jade from the exposed small part of the back of his fair neck.

The temperature of the fingertips was scorching hot, but Wei Qibuhan's neck was cold.

Water and fire are two layers of heaven, and the latter shivered violently.

The emperor smiled lowly, Wei Qi was agitated again, a smile made people panic.

The former grabbed hold of the string and lifted it, although Wei Qi had no choice but to follow suit.

It's a little close.

"I didn't know that this thing was given to you by me." The words were puzzled.

An Xi, who was kneeling beside her: ...

Wei Qi raised his eyes in panic, and his eyes met.

He was anxious to take it off, touched the back of the emperor's hand, and quickly retracted it as if burning it.

Na Na said: "Returning to the Holy Father, it is... Master An asked the servants to accept it. Master An thought you gave the white jade and jadeite to the servants." Fortunately, he only wore it this time, and he didn't show it off on weekdays.

Anxi: ...

This unlucky child only now knows what it means to be afraid, and when he returns to Qianqing Palace, he will only tell the truth to the Holy Majesty sincerely.

"Oh? Then you accept it? Hang it out?" Fingers rubbed the wet white jade twice.

"Tell me yourself, what did you do well that deserves this reward?" He asked again in a low voice, his warm breath directly hitting his sweaty cheeks, and ambergris enveloping him.

It was only now that I was still making troubles, which made me lose face.

Wei Qi is not stupid, how could he say that he did not do well, if he did, the Holy Majesty would immediately punish him.

And he feels that he has really done a good job recently, and he is good at all the errands.

Therefore, Wei Qi choked out a sentence: "Slave, take good care of me." Go back to the couch last time. . .Clearly, it bit me.

The emperor looked at him carefully, his eyes gradually stained with a smile.

The former stared blankly.

The latter threw down the string, jingled lightly, swayed and swayed, and fell back to his neck.

The two fingers of the emperor's right palm slid and rubbed against Wei Qi's icy cheeks, and retracted along his jaw.

He got up, walked towards Dongnuange with his hands behind his back, and rubbed his fingertips twice, as if the slippery touch was too scratchy.

"reward."

reward? !

Wei Qi stared wide-eyed.

Everyone is at a loss.

Only Anxi got up, stepped on broken flower steps, followed up doglegs, and asked flatteringly: "My lord, what is the reward?"

The emperor said casually: "Ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to bring a piece of jade and put it around your neck." It's not good to have a long Buddhist bead at a young age.

"Whoo."

"Set the meal."

"Whoo."

Wei Qi came to his senses this time, and said in a low voice: "Slave, thank you Holy One for your reward."

But Ren has already stepped into the East Nuan Pavilion at this moment, so I don't know if he heard this sentence of thank you.

Tsk tsk, everyone sighed, unable to understand.

Wei Qi didn't fall asleep that night, and kept tossing and turning on the couch.

It was cold and windy outside, but warm inside the room. The charcoal basin was placed under the couch, emitting a faint orange-red light in the dark night. Lily incense was burning in the peacock green emerald-encrusted three-legged copper incense burner. Wei Qi rested his head on the Shuxiu embroidery Jin was caught thinking about the daytime things.

The solemn words of the Majesty in Yanxi Palace rang in his ears all the time, making people upset.

Why didn't you say it earlier?Why did you still say it?

Why did he not blame him for losing face, but still reward him when he came back?

Did the white jade and emerald really go away by itself?

It was still too chaotic that night, so the camel concubine and eunuch Ba and Ba came back together

The Holy Majesty said he didn't reward it, and Master An said it was rewarded by the Holy Majesty, whether it was rewarded by the Holy Majesty or not.

Ugh.

The emperor's heart is like the deep sea, it is difficult to find out the joy and anger, and it is difficult to see the sorrow and joy.

How can I escape when I am as humble as I am now.

A long sigh of frustration melted into the night, no one could solve the predicament, and the young fourth-rank servant was at a loss.

However, no matter how difficult it was to sleep at night, I still woke up very early the next day.Today is New Year's Eve, the last day of the year, when we say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, how can we lose face and lose energy.

All the servants followed Anxi into the West Nuan Pavilion of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The Holy One woke up half an hour earlier than usual today.

According to the rules of previous dynasties, on New Year's Eve, the emperor and all the concubines in the harem had to have breakfast together in the Chonghua Palace. Only the concubines could accompany the banquet during the New Year's Eve. This is also a rare reunion for the royal family in a year.

"Slave, please be safe and blessed. All the slaves congratulated in unison.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Lord."

The emperor sat beside the couch, looking down.

Wei Qili stood behind and flicked the horseshoe sleeves together with the crowd.

The former breathed a sigh of relief.

Last night he had a weird dream about this servant.

Dreaming that this slave was covered in makeup and powder, wearing a light scarlet female robe, bowing down to himself, and said softly: "I thank you for your kindness." He woke up in a flash.

Dazed.

The emperor got up, and the maid came forward to serve him with the auspicious clothes.

He wears a mid-hair natural color mink satin Tai Canglongjiaozi Zhengzhu pearl crown, blue river silk surface blue and white skin gold dragon robe, stone Qingjiang silk mink fur gold dragon jacket, wearing Zhengzhu Chaozhu, and a yellow crepe silk belt embroidered with five dragons, With five-color cloud pattern, wearing azurite satin cotton soap boots.

The face was still gloomy from the morning, and everyone glanced at it from the corner of the eye, and they felt that the majesty was imposing and inviolable.

The emperor set out, and the servants gave way, and passed by Wei Qi, who lowered his eyes and his heart beat like a rabbit.

"Wei Qi stay here." A faint sentence, seemingly casual.

"Whoo."

The maids who didn't know felt sorry for him. After a while, the breakfast must be rich, yellow rice, pastry, rice cakes, jujube cakes, etc., everything is fine. Blessing, he was promoted to the Holy One in the first year, but he couldn't go there, and he couldn't be blessed.