Brocade without a knife

The little emperor's scalp exploded, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of the sky. With a scream, he jumped off the table and threw himself into the arms of the queen mother. I'm tired... hurry up, let the factory official go."

The Queen Mother touched his head helplessly, sighed, and looked up at He Si who was always respectfully standing in the distance: "The factory official..."

He Si responded, raised his head and smiled: "Since Your Majesty is tired, let's rest early, the palace gate is about to be released, and I still have business to do, so I will leave first."

The queen mother looked at him hesitantly, and finally sighed again: "Go."

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When He Si left the Shouchun Palace, he breathed a long sigh of relief.He took out a square handkerchief from his cuff, and slowly wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.

As the saying goes, "It's hard for an upright official to decide on housework", let alone a little eunuch with no roots and no family!

He is not his godfather. The old factory owner and the late emperor had a fateful friendship. During the Chongyuan change, it was the old factory owner who led thirty gangs and rushed into the chaotic formation to snatch the late emperor out.

The first emperor feared the old factory owner, but relied on him more.

As for him and the little emperor, He Si sneered in his heart, seeing the little emperor's eyes as if looking at the vicious stepfather, wishing to cut him into pieces?

Hesi Shen sighed deeply, and sighed in his heart, if he had a son like the little emperor, he would have killed his relatives 800 years ago and chopped him up for steamed buns.

While sighing in his heart, he didn't pay attention to the elusive Zhao Jingzhong who suddenly jumped out from behind, and called out in a low voice: "Mr. Factory~"

He Si was taken aback and blurted out: "Mother Gan Lin!"

Zhao Jingzhong gasped suddenly, showing panic: "Master, my mother is... 68 this year."

How on earth did you get to the positions of the four guardians under my godfather? With your excellent ability to seek death? ? ?

He Sibai couldn't figure it out, his face was as calm as before, he hummed, turned the tourmaline ring on his thumb, and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"

Seeing that the factory owner didn't mention his 68-year-old mother again, Zhao Jingzhong couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, and took a few steps closer to Hesi, worriedly said: "The factory owner~ the empress dowager covets your beauty, you have to be careful! "

Hesi: "..."

You are a ruthless, ruthless leader of the hidden guards of the East Factory, is such a badass really okay? ? ?

Looking at Zhao Jingzhong who looks like a worried old mother, He Si feels deeply about Dongchang pills...

The long sound of clappers penetrated the late autumn night, drifting away, the late emperor had just passed the funeral, and there was always a lingering desolation and loneliness in the palace.

He Sitian was happy to be noisy or not quiet, and after hearing the sound of clapper twice, he became more and more panicked, and waved his hand to let Zhao Jingzhong call for Bu Ren, planning to go back and compete with the broken book that dared to mock him at the beginning.

Unexpectedly, before the chariot arrived, Li Baoguo, one of the four great protectors, floated in front of Hesi from some corner and called softly, "Mr. Chang~"

He Si's scalp was numb before he was frightened, and his goosebumps fell all over the floor first, he couldn't help but picked up the handkerchief and wiped the unnecessary sweat on his forehead: "Where did you come from again? "

Unlike the mighty and majestic Zhao Jingzhong, Li Baoguo, who is also one of the Four Great Protectors, was born thin and tall, and because he hid in the dark all year round without seeing the sun, his complexion was pale and lifeless.

He Si doesn't know what his godfather's criteria are for selecting the four guardians, maybe it's because of something abnormal...

Li Baoguo raised his face, which was paler than that of a dead man, and his two eyeballs were faintly blue in the moonlight.

He Si looked at him calmly, trembling with fright.Mother, what kind of monsters and monsters did his godfather leave behind for him? Can he still lead this group of lackeys of the court to continue happily exploiting the common people and bullying the courtiers!

Li Baoguo opened his thin lips lightly, and whispered out a sentence: "Mr. Chang~Miss Qing from Yuchan Palace wants to see you~"

With the awakening that Zhao Jingzhong mentioned just now, He Si's first reaction was that this Empress Qing also coveted his beauty, and wanted to have an improper relationship with him.God damn it, what is going on with these people, he is a eunuch, how can he make trouble~

However, he immediately realized that Yuchan Palace was not a cold palace, and he seemed to have some impression of this Empress Qing, she seemed to be an old man when the first emperor was in Qianlong Mansion.The first emperor was a romantic and passionate person. Not only was he keen to select beautiful girls from the homes of his ministers every year, but he also liked to use the name of private visits in micro-services to make romantic stories among the people. back to the palace.

After coming and going, there are more beauties in the imperial city, and the palace gradually becomes insufficient.However, the family business established by the ancestors of the Great Yan Dynasty was greatly defeated by the previous unfilial descendants. When it was the turn of the first emperor, there were several years of severe drought, the treasury was tight, and he did not have so much financial resources to build the palace.

As an old man who had long been forgotten by the late emperor, Empress Qing had to squeeze into the palace with other concubines, squeezing herself into Yuchan Palace.

Yuchan Palace, commonly known as Lenggong.

He Si was puzzled: "Why is Miss Qing looking for our house? Wait, why do you know that Lady Qing is looking for me?"

Li Baoguo pursed his lips and smiled with a ghostly smile, and people floated to the sides of Hesi like a ghost, and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Factory~ This is what the old governor told us. We want you to monitor the palace for you." Every move~ You see, this gentleman has ulterior motives, he is not afraid of ten thousand but just in case~"

He Si was terrified by his soft tone, and asked unconsciously: "What if there is an eventuality?"

A cold light flashed in Li Baoguo's eyes, and he made a click gesture.

He Siqing couldn't help wiping his cold sweat with his handkerchief again: "Okay, okay... let's go to Yuchan Palace."

He didn't dare to ask any more questions, because if he asked any more questions, he always felt that he would burp before Dongchang was finished.

Jade Chan Palace is very far away from the Empress Dowager's Shouchun Palace, and when he and the four-wheeled chariot arrived, there was already a solitary moon hanging in the middle of the sky, and a few stars hung alone in the sky.

Empress Qing, who was dressed in white, was riding a golden knife, sitting on the threshold with her legs spread apart, looking up at the moon. When she saw He Silai, she just glanced lightly and said, "Here we are."

That tone was like calling an old acquaintance.

She looks familiar to Si Jian, maybe he met her once when he was in and out of the palace with his godfather.

Regardless of whether it is the Leng Palace or the Shouchun Palace, the empresses in the palace are all masters, and He Si greeted her respectfully, and slightly lowered his waist and said: "The empress called me, do you have something to tell me?"

Since it was Li Baoguo who specially invited him, it must be that the identity of this person is not just a concubine of the late emperor.

Empress Qing couldn't compare to the well-maintained Queen Mother, her temples were already grey, and her face could hardly conceal her aging state. She said, "Are you the new boss of Dongchang?"

The head of Dongchang... He Si felt an inexplicable banditry from this Mrs. Qing...

Especially after Niang Qing finished asking, she grabbed a jug of wine beside her, took a sip straight away, wiped her mouth and said coldly: "I called you here, I have something to ask you to do. If you do it well, you will be rewarded, if you can't do it." OK, hum!"

Hesi: "..."

That strange feeling is getting stronger...

He smiled more cautiously and said, "My lady, please tell me."

Empress Qing took another sip of wine, her expression grim: "I have a son who was lost outside the palace due to the war, please find it for me and inherit the throne!"

He Sishu raised his head, his face full of shock that could not be concealed, he quickly looked back around, and found that Zhao Jingzhong and Li Baoguo were extremely calm, and his heart sank.They are all the same for such rebellious words, and they must have a bottom line in their hearts.Their attitude is the attitude of the godfather. It is so important to the great affairs of the country, why didn't the godfather disclose any news to him?

A lot of guesses appeared in He Sixin for a while, and he was about to ask more carefully, when the eunuch in charge of Yuchan Palace ran out in a hurry, and saw Niang Qing slapping her thigh with an "ouch": "My master, madam, Why did you run out again, did you forget to take the medicine again today, or did you pour the medicine secretly without taking it?"

He Si: "???"

So Empress Qing was "invited" away by the two eunuchs brought by the steward. Before she left, she waved the jug and roared impassionedly at Hesi: "Remember the important task that my old lady entrusted to you! The only blood of the late emperor is It's up to you, young man!"

And he spit out an indifferent "hehe" with no expression on his face...

The steward of Yuchan Palace invited Niang Qing away, only then did he notice He Si standing outside the door.Although he is a steward in the cold palace, he also recognizes the superintendent who has been in charge of the East Factory at a young age. The East Factory has a vicious reputation, and just recognized him at a glance. , tremblingly said: "Slave, I have seen the factory... I really, really didn't know you were here..."

"It's okay." He Si raised his hand to signal that he didn't need to be too polite, glanced at Niang Qing who was escorted into the house, wiped her fingers with a handkerchief, and asked indifferently: "What's the matter with this mistress? ?”

The steward hurriedly replied: "This lady is an old man before the late emperor. She got the favor and had a son a few years ago, but the blessing was not kept. Since then, she has been crazy and lost the favor." With a cautious and flattering smile, "Speaking of which, it's thanks to the old boss who took care of her when he was in the palace, so that she can have a shelter from the wind and rain, otherwise..."

Otherwise, they would be piled up in the same tomb with the buried female courtesans.

He Si figured out the matter, so he didn't stay any longer, and just said casually: "Continue to take care of it."

After taking another look at the lonely Lenggong, he returned to the original path with graceful and calm steps, and the lightly dragging wave brought a golden wave, and then submerged into the night that was too thick to dissolve.

After walking far away, the eunuch in charge straightened up tremblingly, and vigorously wiped the sweat with his sleeves left and right.

The new factory owner of the East Factory is obviously young and beautiful, but when those smiling eyes look at him, people suddenly feel an inexplicable danger. His eyes seem to hide unsheathed blades, hidden The sharpness of the sharp edge makes people dare not straighten up.

On the other side, the young, beautiful and dangerous governor returned to the verandah tiredly and angrily!

The little emperor who was doing things, the empress dowager who was full of enthusiasm, the concubine who forgot to take the medicine, and a bunch of neurotic subordinates. Now he felt that not only the Dongchang pills, but the whole Dayan might be finished playing together.

He threw himself into the high chair, casually picked up the torn book on the table and fanned it vigorously, and only then did he fan it, his eyes froze.

On the first page opened, a line of words slowly appeared:

My day, did Jin Yiwei die today?

Hesi: "..."