Imperial City

There was a moment of silence.

An Xi's eyelids twitched, and soon he opened his mouth and raised his voice: "Rehe Palace--, pick--drive--"

"Slaves, please be safe, my sage, long live my sage, long live my sage!" The crowd came back to their senses and shouted, bowing three times and prostrating nine times.

Wei Qi still had peaches in his arms, he bowed down and wanted to block them in front of his chest, for fear that some more peaches would come out and make everyone laugh, even he knew that he had lost face.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and the invitation to An is nondescript. Seeing his ridiculous behavior, the emperor sighed in his heart: he is too lively. I am not here. This thing is cured and can't wait to go to heaven and earth.

As long as someone wants to go to the sky and enter the earth, someone has to pass the ladder to make it happen. There are servants in the palace who report Wei Qi's whereabouts to the other side of the paddock every day.

Who else dares to stop this.

Wei Qiren was smart, so he spent a day testing and waiting for his superiors to express their views, but nothing happened.

This was terrible, he knew that the emperor was too lazy to care about it, which meant indulgence to himself, and he was even more carefree from that day on.

The two imperial eunuchs accompanying him tried to stop him at first to persuade him, but after a few people went boating and singing on the lake the day before yesterday, the two more stable ones went wild together.

Wei Qi hasn't been out of the palace for nearly ten years, and he couldn't run in the palace for ten years, and he never spoke loudly. How can he bear it if he is left alone this time.

In the past few days, as soon as he recovered from his illness, he started to go crazy after getting off the bed.

Thinking about how to play the palace and how to have fun, the Wanshu Garden was in full swing, and it was as festive as a festival, making a pile of scattered sand up and down.

The one who came from Yuqian was granted permission from his superiors to come here to recuperate from his illness. He lives in the Wanshu Garden. He is still a handsome, young and lively little father-in-law.

The steward knew it well, the one who didn't care about him would just turn a blind eye and close his eyes, just waiting for him.

The blue-forged powder-soled boots have intricate dragon patterns on them, and Wei Qi's head hangs lower and lower as he stops in front of him.

He never expected that the Holy Majesty would turn a corner and come here for a visit. He thought that before returning to the palace, the superior would send someone to take him back to the tent in the paddock.

The emperor gently kicked away the peaches at his feet, "How many did you eat today?"

"Responding to His Majesty's... words, this slave... ate two." Wei Qi answered cautiously and respectfully.

Two, more than two.

He picked and ate it, the peaches were soft and sweet, he ate four of them before he knew it, and vomited all the skins under the tree.

It's just that he played like crazy and didn't know what to do.

How could the emperor believe him, if he could really hold back his mouth, how could he get sick.

"I have a few in my arms."

Wei Qi was really ashamed to death, he found two more in front of everyone, held them in his hands and presented them to the emperor.

The corner of Anxi's mouth also twitched.

"If you go back to the Holy Spirit, two... two... two."

But what the emperor looked at was not the peaches but Wei Qi's dirty hands, white jade stained with mud.

"Kind of hiding." He sneered.

"Slave...thank you for your praise, I know my mistake." It was a trick and an admission, neither of which was left behind.

"Get up and go, go and follow behind."

"Hey." Wei Qi stuffed the peach into the hands of the people behind him, got up and walked respectfully behind An Xi.

When the tiger returns to the mountain, he can no longer be at ease.

The emperor closed his eyes, wanting to laugh and angry at the same time, he really had nothing to say.

I miss you, but you are good enough to have turned the world upside down in the palace, not to mention being filthy all over with a peach in your bosom to meet the saint.

Anxi also felt that he was not up to date.The disease is that the head has been healed but it has been cured, so I stared at it fiercely, planning to teach it when I have time later, and strictly follow the rules.

Tomorrow I have to rush back to the palace, if I continue to be so careless and indulgent, it will never be good.

Yujia went to Wanshu Garden. Originally, this garden was the residence of the Holy Majesty in the palace, but it was a miscalculation to allocate a partial courtyard to give Wei Qi recuperation.

The front of the peach grove was in a mess, with rotten peaches scattered everywhere.

Just now the matter came in a hurry, a group of servants threw away the things in their hands, and rushed to pick him up as soon as Tao didn't want it, how could there be no chaos.

The emperor shook his head and looked sideways at Wei Qi, "Are you going to ruin my garden?" His tone was heavy, not a joke.

Knowing that he was noisy, I didn't expect it to be so noisy.

Wei Qi knelt down to plead guilty, knowing that he had been too complacent these past few days, "The slave is guilty, the slave sees that the forest is full of fruits, which are about to fall to the ground, but no one comes to collect them.

The servant felt that it was a pity to rot on the tree, so he wanted to pick it up and offer it to you to taste something fresh. "

This is the palace and the residence of the emperor. The emperor does not come here often, and this place is far away from the Forbidden City, so it is impossible to send it to the palace to honor the masters.

It's a long way, and I'm afraid it will crash within two or three days.

No matter how good the fruit is, except for a few servants who guard the garden to pick and taste it, naturally it can only rot on the tree or wait for the cleaning servants to deal with it.

What Wei Qi said was reasonable, coupled with his sweet words, the emperor calmed down a little.

In fact, it was not because he messed up the garden that he was annoyed at first, but because he felt that this thing was heartless.

"Picking peaches is for giving to me."

"Return to the words of the Holy One, yes."

In fact, he only thought about Mr. An and a few servants who had close contacts.

The Holy One has never eaten anything, so how could he be so rare about these things.

However, he was fattened, and he did not hesitate to tell a lie.

"What about that thing?"

"The slave will take care of it and present it here!" Wei Qi was eager to take the credit for the crime.

The emperor said nothing.

The former got up to leave in a hurry, his robe was dirty, and there was a leaf stuck in his head, which was really out of style.

Going back like this, if grandma saw it, she would be punished. The emperor looked at Guo Lin and sighed.

"When you go back to the palace, take care of him." He has to be taught to behave after being raised in the wild. If he can't bear to teach him to go back, he can only send someone to keep an eye on him all the time.

"Hey, the servant knows." An Xi replied.

Wei Qi didn't know that the majestic emperor spared a little bit of heart to protect him, and he showed his courteousness by carrying peaches that had been cleaned, peeled, cored and neatly cut.

The emperor ate two pieces, it was indeed sweet and soft, "It's okay."

Wei Qi felt relieved.

After rolling outside for nearly a month, his face showed some joy and innocence. No matter how well-behaved he was, he was not as respectful and calm as before.

Eyebrows are also stretched, eyes are bright, and the whole person is alive with agility, which cannot be concealed after the illness.

The emperor sat on the arhat couch and looked at him, and he really liked it in his heart.

During these two days of hunting, feasting and reviewing papers, I have to think about this little thing all the time, thinking about how he was having a good time in the palace, and I don't know if his illness will be cured.

This year, I can pamper another year.

The emperor told himself this, as if to hide his deeper emotions and stronger liking.

He was really going to be ruthless, maybe it was because he was going back to the palace soon.

He blamed Wei Qi for ruining his garden, but before returning to the palace the next day, he had someone pick off all the fruits in the peach grove and reward everyone.

The noisy monkey also got a small basket, and put it beside him in the carriage, and gnawed on one when he was bored, fearing that it would break after a long time.

It is rare for servants in the palace to eat such fresh fruit outside.

Fortunately, the eunuch who was riding with him was watching, otherwise he would have to eat too much after thinking about it.

Yu Jia returned to Beijing nine days later, and when he returned, he brought more than thirty beauties from the grassland presented by Mongolian nobles into the palace.

Except for the five that the emperor was lucky enough to leave behind on purpose, the rest were rewarded by close ministers.

Wei Qi thought that the emperor had a new favorite, but in fact the emperor just didn't want to brush Mongolia's face, leaving five or six was enough to show his sincerity.

There are already enough women in his harem, and there are always more women in his harem. Fat rings, swallows, and thin women are no longer stunning enough to move the emperor's heart.

It turned out that the emperor on the grassland was also accompanied by a beautiful woman, and Wei Qi could not be said to be jealous or sad this time.

He was just awkward, because Gein's extra night outing with the servants and the pampering and pampering afterwards gave him the illusion that he was actually special.

None of the slaves in the palace would want to get that special bit of the emperor.

The imperial power is supreme, and the special treatment makes people feel vanity and satisfaction.

Wei Qi didn't want to or even hated him in the past, but this time when he was out of the palace, his head was smashed with prosperity and wealth mixed with pleasure, and his life companion was soft-spoken and soft-spoken.

The Forbidden City is solemn and solemn, even beggars who entered the city would not dare to make any noise, Wei Qi consciously behaved.

The emperor asked Anxi to watch him closely. He thought Wei Qi would make mistakes, but when he returned to the palace, he was very sensible, more respectful than before, and cautious enough to make the emperor feel unhappy.

The servants who were on duty in front of the Qianqing Palace were very puzzled, and it was clear that the people in Mulan's paddock looked at the two of them with affection.

Later Wei Qi fell ill, and the Holy Majesty insisted on returning to the palace two days in advance on the pretext that he was busy with state affairs, so he led more than [-] people around the small half-day road to the Summer Palace to pick him up.

Others don't know about it, and no one in front of the imperial court knows about His Majesty's bright thoughts.

Just once back to the palace, the situation changed abruptly, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of walls between the master and the servant.

That's all for Wei Qi, there is nothing wrong with respecting one's duty as a slave.

On the contrary, the Holy Majesty was abnormal, the court handled political affairs very peacefully, but when he returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he lost his temper as if after a firecracker.

Anxi pondered over and over again, but couldn't think of a reason, so she asked the Holy One on the sidelines, but the Holy Majesty refused to talk to him.

He then guessed that maybe Wei Qi was too respectful, and the Holy One was more lively.

Zhao Weiqi said it tactfully, the former was a little loose, but the emperor did not calm down.

The imperial steward guessed again, maybe it was because he hadn't had a blind date on the couch for a long time, and he was careless in serving him. After dinner, he turned over the sign and always said that the servant will leave now, and leave now.

The word "go" was bitten extra hard, and the emperor raised his eyes to ask him to roll.

Last night, fortunately, there was another beauty from another race. The sage had been back to the palace for six or seven days, and he was busy with court affairs every night. He started calling people the day before yesterday. Fortunately, he was also this beauty.

Two times in a row, it can be seen that he likes it very much, and now he has been promoted to a seventh-rank nobleman.

On the second morning at Mao's, Anxi led people into Xinuang Pavilion to serve him.

The emperor became annoyed again for some reason, and smashed the towel for wiping his face into the copper plate, and the water splashed all over the faces of the servants who were waiting on him.

It was Wei Qi who was holding the copper basin.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just followed the crowd to plead guilty.

The emperor walked away without punishment or understanding.

In the evening when the unlucky Wei Qi was on duty, the Holy Majesty ordered tea three times, but he refused to drink it, and after a while he said he needed to go to the toilet.

Wei Qi got up and went to the official room outside. (ancient potty, with the smell of rosin wood inside)

It's strange to say, maybe the Holy One deliberately made things difficult, usually he would do these things by himself, but this time he asked Wei Qi to serve him.

The two servants waited carefully. Although they hadn't done this job, they didn't make any mistakes, but the emperor was annoyed.

He cleaned his hands with a wet handkerchief, Wei Qi helped him wipe his body, his face was calm and his movements were gentle, and he put it on for him after wiping.

Another person lit incense and went out with the official room.

At this time, the emperor made an attack.

He grabbed Wei Qi's arm, squeezed his cheeks and lifted them closer, and asked in a deep voice, "Show me your face."

"If you go back to the Holy One, the slaves wouldn't dare." Wei Qi really felt wronged, and he returned sincerely and respectfully.

But the emperor just felt that his reckless appearance was specially made for him to see.

Heartless, really heartless.

One day the most heartless emperor will use these four words to judge others.

"You don't dare, you don't dare to change so fast." He spoke very slowly, trying to restrain his anger.

There is no more daring minion than you.

The emperor practiced martial arts, and his hands were not serious, Wei Qi's wrist was held in his palm, his palm was bluish and bloody after the confrontation for a long time, the pain caused his face to turn pale, his lips were pale, and a line of tears rolled down his drooping eyes.

When the former saw it, his heart trembled, and he remembered the night when he was drunk in God's tent on the grassland.

Under the dim candlelight, the emperor loosened his hands first.

After all, it's different, and he also knows what it means to feel distressed.