Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

The beginning of spring, the beginning of March, is an excellent day for the draft.

When Song Nanchu came out of Zangshu Pavilion with a stack of books in his hands, a large number of beautiful women walked past him. At that moment, he only felt that the eyes were full of bright colors, and his eyes hurt.

Having said that, he saw a touch of plain color in the colorful and green.

The woman held her head up, with a smile on her lips.

Song Nanchu raised his eyebrows, patted his robe, turned a corner, and decided to go to the imperial study room by another route.

When Youxiu saw Song Nanchu passing by, her eyes almost stuck to him.The mother on the side saw it and snorted coldly: "Don't look, I'm happy now, maybe I will hate behind my back in the future!" No one can tell what happened in the palace. The rumors between Zhiyuan and Yuan were spread wildly, and even the more secretive private affairs were passed on as if they were real.

The show girls couldn't understand Mammy's words, they thought it was Mammy who was angry, no matter how old the lady was on weekdays, she restrained her temper, lowered her head, and looked like she was being taught.

The woman with her head held high glanced at Song Nanchu who was drifting away, smiled and didn't care at all.

But how much trouble can an aide serving in front of the palace cause?She is a person who is destined to be a phoenix in the world. She is that person's queen, so she is afraid of a staff member?

Before entering the imperial study, Song Nanchu heard the sound of the cup being smashed, and then the sound of footsteps walking back and forth.

He cleared his throat, stepped forward and pushed the door: "Why is Your Majesty so upset?"

Gu Zhiyuan, who was sitting on the chair, raised his head, the cup in his hand flew towards Song Nanchu's forehead without paying attention.

"!" Gu Zhiyuan stood up abruptly, bumped the table, and made a loud noise.

Song Nanchu, who had just entered the door, didn't react, only felt that something was flying towards him with the wind in front of him, and he looked up to see what it was.That's good, as soon as he raised his head, the cup hit his forehead, unbiased.

"Hiss~" Song Nanchu's brows were locked together, and blood flowed from his forehead, sticky, "Ah, it was scratched." As he spoke, he touched his forehead with his hand, and touched the fragments of the cup.Then, under the surprised eyes of the whole room, he slowly pulled the shard off his forehead, bleeding profusely.

Gu Zhiyuan's eyes widened, a little unbelievable: "Does it hurt?"

"..." Song Nanchu took a breath, and tears flowed from his eyes, "I really want to say, it doesn't hurt..."

It wasn't that he wanted to cry, it was mainly the pain that dominated his tears, making him unable to stop crying.

Gu Zhiyuan, who was quite angry at first, wanted to laugh at this moment, the corners of his mouth raised a little: "I promise you that it hurts."

"The old slave is going to call the imperial physician." Eunuch Zheng was the first to react, and hurriedly bid farewell to the imperial physician.

"You should hide for a while, if you hurt your eyes, I will feel guilty." Gu Zhiyuan pointed to the bed beside him and motioned Song Nanchu to lie down on it.

Song Nanchu shook his head and covered his head: "Your Majesty won't feel guilty if the Minister of Emotion hurts his head?"

"It's just right to hurt your head." Gu Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes with a smile, and didn't force Song Nanchu to lie down, anyway, the imperial doctor will come soon.

"Troublesome?" Song Nanchu covered her head, but her peachy eyes stared straight at Gu Zhiyuan, "Miss Lian."

Gu Zhiyuan sighed, then raised his head: "You know, I won't live long..."

"It just happened to harm Lian's family, isn't it great?" Song Nanchu smiled, which was far different from the painful look just now.

"She... can't." Gu Zhiyuan shook his head, no matter how cruel an emperor is, there is always someone hidden in his heart, "Ah Qing grew up with me since childhood..."

Song Nanchu's brain exploded in coaxing, and felt the pain on his forehead multiplied several times, and his whole head was in pain.

"The expression is so ferocious? You have a headache?" Gu Zhiyuan was also careful and saw it.

"Hearing His Majesty speak so affectionately, I feel the pain in my head, and I hope that Your Majesty is as usual." Song Nan smiled, looked away, and didn't look at Gu Zhiyuan again.

Gu Zhiyuan grimaced, and wanted to say something more, when the imperial doctor came.

I simply bandaged it up and said it was nothing serious, and I didn't need to take a rest.

After bandaging, Song Nanchu felt that his head was several times heavier than usual, and he couldn't stand still.

"Little Zhengzi, go and help Song's staff, don't let him lose his head again." Gu Zhiyuan pointed to the crumbling Song Nanchu and said with a smile.

"Farewell, I'm sorry to bump into Eunuch Zheng." Song Nanchu shook his hand, not letting Eunuch Zheng help him, "Your Majesty, don't be angry anymore, your anger is all on the head of the minister, if you get angry again, you will die." Take the minister's life."

Gu Zhiyuan smiled and waved his hands: "Kneel down...Farewell, just go."

Come and go as soon as you are called, this is what a courtier should do.

On the way back, he got a lot of people's attention, and some younger maids who had just entered the palace saw it, and they couldn't help but hide their faces and snigger.

Song Nanchu didn't feel ashamed, and swaggered back to her small yard.

This time, Su Yu did not follow.Gu Zhiyuan gave an order, saying that there is no need to mark people, let nature take its course.It's easy for Su Yu, all he needs to do is protect Gu Zhiyuan.

As soon as he got back to the house, Song Nanchu saw the maid standing in his house.

"My lord, my lord said: If you procrastinate, troubles will arise, so do it if you can." The maid greeted her and went straight to the point.

Song Nanchu took a breath and then sighed: "Wait a little longer."

"My lord... I can't wait any longer." The court lady knelt down on the ground, with tears in her eyes, "Have you ever thought about the misery of the Li family? My lord, you are our prince!"

The word Chu Jun was like a thunderbolt, which made Song Nanchu's whole body stiff.

"Don't force me." After a long time, Song Nanchu squeezed out three words from between his teeth, and his voice gradually became cold.

The palace lady lowered her head, put her hands on the ground, kowtowed three times to Song Nanchu, hit the ground hard, and also hit Song Nanchu's heart.

Kowtowing three times, the lady-in-waiting left.

Song Nanchu couldn't stand still and fell to the ground.He stretched out his hands to hug his heavy head, a little bit like crying, but the tears refused to come down.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether to take revenge or not. Song Nanchu thought about it, is restoring the country really that important?What about after returning to the country?Everyone is already dead, and another rebellion will cause countless casualties. Is it worth it?

Who doesn't want to be the master of this world?But Song Nanchu knew that he didn't want to be, and Gu Zhiyuan... didn't want to be either.

A person's ambition can be seen, Gu Zhiyuan has no ambition, otherwise he would have died long ago, how could he be a simple staff member?

The world is unpredictable, who ever understood?