there is a king in the palace

The king is really cowardly.

He has grown so big, he has never been injured at all, even if he was so unlucky because of Mr. Li some time ago, his whole body, not to mention bleeding, didn't even rub off the dead skin.

So facing the sharp needle, he was really flustered, his hands were shaking like an 80-year-old man.

This made Fu Rong very angry, but after she calmed down, she thought about it. After all, the king has a different identity now, and she had to fawn on him, so she gently reasoned with him, "Let me tell you, it's normal to be pricked by a needle when you learn embroidery." You need to get over your fear, and I'm sure you can."

The king looked down at the needle held between his fingers, "I can't, I'm afraid."

"It's okay... Take your time..."

After a while, Furong snatched the needle from the king's hand and grabbed his palm, "Come on! Just prick it and you'll be fine!"

"No, no, no!" The king knew it!Although Furong looks very similar to Aunt Huixin at first glance, it can be seen from the story she told herself that day!She is not like Aunt Huixin at all!

The king withdrew his hand, turned his back, and stared at Fu Rong vigilantly, "It's wrong for you to do this."

Fu Rong firmly believed that what she did was very correct, she stretched out her hand, pricked it lightly with a needle, and then said calmly, "It doesn't hurt at all."

The king blinked, "If it doesn't hurt, you can play with yourself."

"...Don't you want to embroider this before getting married?"

"I want to..." The king gritted his teeth and passed out his hand, "Prick it, you vicious woman!"

Fu Rong tightly held onto his middle finger, "It's ready."

The king turned his head aside, "Okay."

"one two Three……"

The king's nose and eyes were all wrinkled together, and just when he was about to turn his head around, he felt a tingling sensation from his fingertips.

"Does it hurt?"

The king looked at his fingertips and smiled, "It doesn't hurt much."

Just as Furong expected, the hand that held the needle no longer trembled, the king felt no pain from being pricked, and he embroidered much more easily.

"Well, it's not bad...just...the repair is a little... crooked." Furong felt that the king embroidered such a difficult thing for beginners, and it was really difficult for him, "How about this, who drew this painting, you go find it He draws an outline with charcoal on the cloth, so that you won’t be crooked when you embroider, and you can wash off the traces of charcoal when you’re done.”

The king thinks what she said is very reasonable, but the question is, is it too deliberate for him to ask Zhao Xianao to paint on the cloth?

The king took the cloth and drawing paper and walked slowly towards the Qianqing Palace, pondering the rhetoric of watertightness in his mind.

When he arrived at Qianqing Palace, Xiaodouzi was guarding outside. Seeing the king coming, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "Little Eunuch Yuan."

"Well, I'm looking for the emperor..." The king said something to him absent-mindedly.

Xiaodouzi stopped him, smiling awkwardly, "I have something to say to Little Eunuch Yuan."

"What's the matter?" The king frowned and was pulled aside by him.

"It's like this, that, in a few days, all the maids in the palace who have reached the age of [-] will leave the palace, and there will be a group of new maids entering the palace..." Xiaodouzi not only laughed awkwardly, but also chatted very Awkward.

"So?" The king didn't understand anything, and he didn't care what he said about these things.

Just at this time, Xiao Shunzi came out from the Qianqing Palace. Xiao Douzi glanced at him, scratched his neck, "It's okay... I just remembered it suddenly, I remembered it wrong."

"You're sick." The king scolded him unceremoniously, and blamed Xiaodouzi for interrupting him, he forgot all his ideas.

"Yes, yes, please go in quickly, Little Eunuch Yuan."

The king walked into Qianqing Palace, Zhao Xianao was sitting upright on the roof, practicing calligraphy, incense burners and vases were placed on the table, wisps of misty blue smoke streaked across the petals dyed with water droplets, beside Zhao Xianao's exquisite In profile, his nose is straight and his eyelashes are long. Sitting there, he seems to blend into the painting.

Why is it so beautiful!

His mouth was wet when he saw it.

"Emperor~"

Zhao Xianao seemed to have just noticed that he was coming, turned his head and smiled slightly, "You are here."

The king strode over and spread the painting and cloth on the table, "Do you still remember this painting?"

Zhao Xianao nodded, "I remember, what's wrong."

"Can you, help me draw this painting on the canvas." The king was very nervous when he said this, because he had sworn not to lie to Zhao Xianao, he had already thought about it, if Zhao Xianao asked , even if he lay on the ground and rolled around, he would never say anything.

But to his surprise, Zhao Xianao didn't ask, but just smiled and said yes.

The king was very grateful, and hurried to prepare charcoal pencils for him.

"Here, let's draw." He is still in a hurry to embroider, tigers are much more difficult to embroider than mandarin ducks, and he doesn't know if he can get out before they get married.

Zhao Xianao took the charcoal pencil with one hand, "Help me press the cloth."

His other hand was casually placed on the case for a few times and he never brought it up, and the king didn't notice any abnormality, after all, he wanted something from others, and Zhao Xianao said that he would do whatever he was asked to do.

"En." The king straightened the cloth, looking at Zhao Xianao with bright eyes.

Zhao Xianao held the charcoal pen, thought for a while, and simplified the complicated drawing, "Cloth is no better than rice paper, it can only be like this."

The king felt that he was going too well today, "It's very good, really!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the place under the tiger, "Will you write four words for me here?"

Zhao Xianao saw the red dot on his fingertips sharply, and couldn't hide his hand after a few strokes. He took it up and grabbed the king's hand with lightning speed, and his slightly lowered eyes were deeply distressed. , "Why are you so careless?"

"How did you do this?" The king was also stunned, and Zhao Xianao also had two scratches on his fingers, which looked like they were cut with a knife blade, and the cuts were deep.

"Oh... I accidentally broke the cup in the imperial study today and scratched my hand."

The king immediately said what he had just heard to Zhao Xianao in a different tone, "Why are you so careless!"

Zhao Xianao laughed, "We both have to be careful."

"Hmm..." The king looked at his hand, "Does it hurt?"

Such a small pinprick on him hurts so badly, Zhao Xianao must have cried in pain.

"It doesn't hurt, by the way, what word do you want to write?"

The king originally planned to write Gong Xi Fa Cai, but just now he changed his mind, "Write, safe and sound."

Zhao Xianao lowered his head to hide the corners of his mouth that could not stop rising, "Okay."

Zhao Xian'ao was very good at drawing, and it didn't take him long to draw a lifelike fat tiger on paper, "Is it okay?"

The fat tiger on the canvas is lazily lying on its stomach, its body curled up into a ball, and its narrowed eyes and tongue rolled out because of yawning make the ferocious tiger look naive.

In the past, the king would feel that such a portrait has lost his arrogance as the king of beasts, but now, he thinks it looks good and is very satisfied, "Okay! Then I'll go first, you can continue to practice calligraphy!"

Dawang's paintings were all gone, and he ran out clutching the cloth, halfway through the run, he suddenly turned around, hugged Zhao Xianao's head and kissed fiercely, "Your Majesty, you are so good, you are so good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting! "

Zhao Xianao humbled himself, "Fortunately, you are better at chess."

The king admitted without hesitation, "No, you won. I moved the chessboard while you were looking down at the melon seeds."

"you--"

The king helped him to say the following words, "I'm cheating! Hahahahahaha!"

The king laughed wildly, and ran out bouncing around.

Zhao Xianao heaved a sigh of relief, took out the dagger and wooden blocks from under the table, and continued to make his love tokens for the king.

At night, a little black cat sneaked into the Qianqing Palace, and immediately turned into a baby.

Zhao Xianao, who was fiddling with wooden blocks, glanced at him, "How is it?"

"All, all right."

Since the queen's death is not a good way to die in the eyes of others, and she carried a stillborn baby that is considered an ominous omen, the funeral was not held, but it will still take one more day before the coffin can be sealed for burial, Zhao Xianao Two dummies were prepared in advance, and Wen Sheng was asked to perform illusions on the side, so that it was hidden from the eyes of the people in the Ministry of Rites.

Zhao Xianao smiled, put down what he was holding, scooped up a spoonful of custard and fed it to him, "Eat it."

Wen Sheng took a bite and asked, "Where's the tiger?"

"He is busy."

Wen Sheng was very happy, so that he could be with his mother.

"Mom, you eat too."

Zhao Xianao sighed, "Don't call me mother, only women can be called mother."

Wen Sheng was puzzled, "But, it was you who gave birth to me."

Zhao Xianao didn't want to hear this, so he stuffed the spoon and eggs into his mouth, "Eat more."

"Well……"

The next day, Zhao Xianao went down to King Houduan and handed him a piece of paper, on which was written the King's family background and address.

He is the distant nephew of the treasurer's housekeeper in Chang'an. He lives in Suzhou City. He is very rich. However, both his parents died and he had no relatives. He couldn't manage his great business, so he sold all his property and came to Chang'an to join his relatives. He was assigned to work for the royal family by the shopkeeper of the backing building, and he is the nominal shopkeeper of the Beast King Pavilion. He went back to Suzhou some time ago and arrived in Chang'an at noon today.

Perfectly clothed.

Zhao Xianao looked at the words above, and couldn't help but look at his younger brother with admiration.

It seems that Duan Wang knows better than he knows.

Kind of scary.

"Okay, after this period of work is over, let's rest at home for a while, the skinny ones are out of shape."

"My brother, thank you, brother!" Duan Wang smiled, that face like an iceberg turned into hot water, water as tender as water.

Zhao Xianao got goosebumps all over his body when he laughed.

After receiving the address, the king packed his bags and left the palace. He left the palace with his front foot, and the whole palace was ordered to completely forget about this person. Little Eunuch Yuan never appeared.

The king moved into the home of the shopkeeper of the backing building. The shopkeeper knew his identity and didn't dare to neglect him in the slightest, so he arranged for him to be in the best courtyard in the mansion.

"This will be your home from now on."

The king nodded, "I'll be very busy these two days, so just deliver the meals to my house."

"Got it, got it." The shopkeeper nodded and bowed, carefully flattering the king.

The king is really busy, he still embroiders an outline, this thing is much more difficult than he imagined, even if he works day and night, it is difficult to complete it in two days.

The king yawned and held the needle through the brocade.

While embroidering, he imagined Zhao Xianao's expression when he saw it, as long as he thought of this, he would be very energetic!

"It works!"

In the next two days, it was as if the king had made an agreement with Zhao Xianao. He didn't think about food and tea, and he was devoted to embroidering the purse. He made rapid progress, and his techniques became more and more proficient. The whole tiger appeared to be knowledgeable, gentle and virtuous.

At noon, the king was a little hungry, he put down the brocade cloth and stretched, intending to get up to fill his stomach.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, "My lord, the Ministry of Rites is here."

The king felt that the time was almost up, and he was not surprised. He tidied up his clothes and went out to the lobby.

In front of the people in the Ministry of Rituals, the shopkeeper did not bow his knees as he did two days ago. He smiled and waved to the king, and called his name, "Yuan Huan."

The people in the Ministry of Rites were stunned when they heard this, "Master Wang, is your nephew Yuan Huan?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's called Yuan Huan, Wang Yuanhuan."

The king walked over, and the treasurer Guan Wang called the third uncle.

Shopkeeper Wang said, "This is Master Ji, Minister of the Ministry of Rites. I have something to look for you today."

"Master Ji."

Master Ji sized up the king, and dressed him in a fine attire. Although he looked haggard, he looked very upright. As the saying goes, faces come from the heart, and if you look upright, you should be a good person.

"Prince Wang was born at the time of the sun, the moon, the sun, and the sun?"

The king nodded.

Shopkeeper Wang hurriedly said beside him, "My nephew has an unusual fate. My elder brother gave birth to such an only son when he was nearly forty years old. Since he was born, the family has been doing well. The business in Suzhou is great. Yes, people have said that rigidity is easy to break, but my nephew has an extraordinary life, no matter what dangers he encounters when he grows up, he can turn danger into good luck."

"Oh? I don't know why Prince Wang came to Chang'an?"

Shopkeeper Wang sighed, and said again, "My brother is getting old and his life is over, and my sister-in-law is too sad, so she also went with her. You said how can such a big child manage such a big family business, so he gave away the family property. He sold them all, and went to the capital to join my third uncle, by the way, he is now working in the Beast King Pavilion opened by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and it is also fate that he has the same name as the Beast King."

When Master Ji heard this, he couldn't help sweating behind his back.

Because these are exactly the same as the national teacher's calculation.

Could it be that this boy who is not as weak as the crown is the future queen of Song Dynasty!

Thinking about it this way, Master Ji no longer felt nonsense, and smiled like a matchmaker who came to propose a marriage, "Young Master, sit down quickly, don't stand there."

It's only a small difference, otherwise it's really a matchmaker.

Thinking of this, the king sat on a chair beside him.

"My lord...it's like this, you should have heard about the queen's funeral, right? Two days ago, the national teacher watched the stars at night..." Mr. Ji explained the ins and outs of the matter, and he was ready for the king's angry speech. Prepare.

After all, let a man enter the palace to be the queen, and the meaning of entering the palace is not much different from Chongxi. Master Ji thought that any man could not stand such a thing.

The king looked at him, "All right then."

"what?"

"I said it's fine to be a queen." There was some sadness in the king's eyes, "The emperor's order is hard to violate... I am an ordinary person, what can I do."

After hearing what he said, shopkeeper Wang, who was like a showman, hugged the king and cried, "My nephew~ brother, you are the only son!"

Shopkeeper Wang cried so miserably that Master Ji wanted to wipe his tears.

When Shopkeeper Wang was almost crying, Master Ji said, "It will take some time to prepare for the Queen's Sealing Ceremony, um... Since the young master is a male queen, the style of Fengguanxiapei will be re-sewn by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and someone will be there in two days. Come to measure your size, and the emperor ordered that on the day of the ceremony, red lanterns and red silk will be hung on the ten-mile long street from the east gate to the west gate of Chang'an, and your dowry will be prepared by the wedding ceremony office. You don't have to worry about anything, the emperor even said that marrying you as the empress will be celebrated all over the world, and the whole Song Dynasty will be exempted from tax for a year, which is not even the honor of Empress Minrong."

The king was stunned, and only listened to the first sentence.

Didn't it just take two or three days? Why did it take so long?

But this is also very good, he can slowly embroider the purse.

"And this is a letter from the emperor, please read it, my lord."

The king took the letter, opened it and looked at it, and there was only a simple sentence on it.

"I want you to marry me in a splendid manner. It will take some time. Don't worry."

Seeing that the king took a look and put it away, Mr. Ji scratched his heart and wanted to know what was written on it.

"Then, I'll leave first. I came here in a hurry today, and I didn't prepare the imperial decree for the empress. I will send it tomorrow." At that time, he would call the man in front of him the queen.

Really awkward.

The next day, the imperial decree arrived, and everyone in Chang'an knew that the king was canonized as a queen.

It stands to reason that the empress had just died due to dystocia and the emperor had established a new empress, he was still a man, and the common people should scold the emperor for being heartless and ungrateful, but now, there is no one in Chang'an.

For them, royal matters are just chats after dinner, and they can criticize them objectively, regardless of their pros and cons. But now, not only has the unjust case that made them anxious be solved, but the stingy emperor has been exempted from tax for one year!What a big deal!The common people were all laughing, not at all dissatisfied with the queen, the king.

Thank you for his physical and mental peace, and thank you for his tax exemption for one year.

And there is a group of people who have seen through all the conspiracies.

This group of people are the wealthy daughters who often go to the Beast King's Pavilion. They are not like other people. They really think that some national teacher figured out that the emperor is going to marry the small treasurer of the Beastmaster's Pavilion. They still remember the time when Baihuayuan enjoyed flowers The little treasurer was lost, and the emperor was in a hurry.

I don't know each other now, and I want to marry and become a queen.

It was so dramatic and dreamy. When the little girls got the news, they made up their minds and jumped up and down excitedly for some reason.

The king is now deaf to what is going on outside the window, and he will do whatever the people from the Ministry of Rites tell him to do, and spend the rest of his time on the embroidered purse.

On the fifth day after leaving the palace, Zishi.

Sitting under the lamp, the king passed the needle through the brocade cloth, and embroidered the last bit of the word 'an'.

"It's done!"

The king was already exhausted. He put the embroidered purse into the drawer, moved his sore shoulder, and immediately grinned in pain, "It's really... not easy."

The king yawned and planned to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

At this moment, a shadow flashed outside the window.

The king was standing in front of the window, trembling with fright, "Who... who is it?"

"It's me." Zhao Xianao stood at the door and said softly.

"Your Majesty!" The king rushed to open the door and plunged into his arms, "I miss you so much!"

Zhao Xianao hugged him, "I miss you too."

"Come in." The king misses him and also wants to be bored with him, regardless of whether it is a man or a male tiger, lust is in nature.

"I won't go in anymore... Let's sit in the courtyard, I have something for you."

Coincidentally, the king also has it.

"Wait for me a while!"

The king turned around and ran into the house, putting the purse that had just been completed into his arms.

The two sat down on the bench in the yard, and the king asked him with a smile, "Why don't you go in? It's so dark outside that you can't see anything clearly."

"I'm afraid you'll bully me when you enter the house." Zhao Xianao pretended to be like a big girl, making the king tremble all over.

"Did you mean it... By the way, what do you want to give me?"

Zhao Xianao stuffed a small piece of wood into his hand, "I'll go into the house and have a look later."

The king followed suit and handed him the purse, "I made this with my own hands, it's not easy, don't lose it, I'll be very angry."

Zhao Xianao nodded, not daring to force his hand holding the purse, "I know."

In the night, His Majesty could only vaguely see his outline, probably because he missed Zhao Xianao too much, even this outline, His Majesty thought it was so beautiful that his heart pounded.

"I've been very obedient these days, and I haven't gone anywhere." Seeing that he is about to get married, the king who likes to run around is very honest, so he doesn't go out of the door, he is afraid that something will happen like the time when he was viewing flowers in Baihuayuan. Then he will regret it to death.

"You're so cute, aren't you bored?"

The king shook his head, "I want to marry you smoothly, and I won't be afraid of being bored."

Zhao Xianao gave Wen Sheng to him again, "Ask Wen Sheng to accompany you. If you have nothing to do, you can ask him to read the script for you, so that he can talk more without stuttering."

Seeing Wen Sheng, the king thought of Zhu An, "Where is Zhu An, have you grown up?"

Zhao Xianao said objectively, "It's not so ugly anymore."

"She's not ugly, don't call her ugly."

Zhao Xianao is no longer arguing with him about whether Zhu An is ugly or not, "Did you know that the Ministry of Internal Affairs has sold [-] sets of badmintons and rackets in large quantities, and in just one hour, all the ones we prepared are sold out?" .”

In the Song Dynasty where there are not many entertainment facilities, this kind of thing suitable for all ages is really popular.

"How much do you sell for a set?"

"Three, two, five."

So expensive!

The king thought about it in his heart, "Then you are going to give it away! You are earning too much money."

"Fool, do you know that I used my own money to fill in the vacancies that were tax-free for one year in the Song Dynasty, and all the money I saved so hard are gone!" When Zhao Xianao mentioned this, his heart ached. , It hurts so much that I want to hit the wall.

so...

The king smiled awkwardly, "Then you must be suffering..."

Usually frugal, even his worn-out shoes had to be mended and sold outside the palace. The savings he had saved with great difficulty were wiped out overnight. Thinking about it, the king feels pain for Zhao Xianao.

Zhao Xianao took a deep breath, comforted himself and murmured, "It's okay, it's okay, you can save money when you run out, I'm a good emperor, and this is benefiting the people."

The king held his hand and patted it lightly, "It's okay, I will tighten my belt with you in the future."

If it weren't for the pain in his hands from being slapped, Zhao Xianao really wanted to cuddle with him and cry.

He inadvertently withdrew his hand, "Don't worry, I can still support you for food."

The king seemed to have made up his mind and vowed, "It's okay to eat less!"

Zhao Xianao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and slowly leaned over to touch the king's lips, and finally he didn't feel bad, "I still have a small treasury, don't worry."

The king smiled, "Your Majesty, let's go inside."

"why?"

"People are afraid of the dark..."