Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

Faced with Di Qing's suddenly slumped waist, Lu Ci raised his eyebrows, and while slowly getting up from him, he helped him dust off in a symbolic way, and asked with a smile, "Young brother is so boastful. The deputy looks like he is doing his job with ease, why did he fall to the ground in a short while?"

However, Di Qing was already blushing because of the 'sudden attack' caused by his grandfather, how could he have the energy to answer?

Even though he buried his face in the soft and damp grass in time, the red roots of his ears were still very eye-catching.

In the past, if Lu Cilian had a thin skin, he would probably stop there.

But this time, Lu Ci was determined and refused to let him go easily.

——Obviously still sick, and under his nose, he dared to be so restless, always thinking about martial arts, he really needed to be taught a bigger lesson.

"Why didn't you reply?"

Lu Ci raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, stretched out his hand on purpose, pinched the red auricles that were surprisingly hot, leaned over and said in a low voice: "So you did something wrong, and you still know that you have a guilty conscience." Woolen cloth?"

Di Qing: "!!!"

Lu Ci's careless touch seemed to trigger some fatal mechanism, causing Di Qing, who was lying motionless on the ground, to jump up suddenly with a voice as soft as a mosquito.

He covered the side of the ear that Lu Ci Weiliang's fingertips had just intentionally pinched with surprise on his face, his face was as red as a ripe persimmon, and like a frightened hare in the forest, he didn't say a word Said, pulled his legs and ran away.

He was originally a well-known scud in the military camp, and now under the great 'crisis', he exploded to his full potential, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared completely from the sight of Lu Ci and Teng Zongliang from an afterimage. middle.

Lu Ci: "..."

If it were a different gender, Di Qing's blushing, shy running away posture was just like a shy little lady who was molested by Deng Tuzi.

——It was also much bigger than the last time when he deliberately wore Di Qing's outer clothes to tease the other party.

He and Teng Zongliang, who was also stunned by this unexpected development, looked at each other, and both saw a puzzled look in the other's eyes.

Lu Ci ignored the surprisingly subtle heat he felt just now on his fingertips, and he spread his hand helplessly, first came to prove his innocence: "You can see clearly, I just used With a little effort, it was just a slight touch to the pinna of his ear."

In normal times, of course Teng Zongliang wouldn't mind being the witness for him.It can be seen that Di Qing's reaction just now was really bizarre and intense, which made him doubt his own eyes, and even Lu Cilai who suspected that there was no silver 300 taels here: "...you really didn't hide anything in your hand? "

"Why don't you think about it," Lu Ci laughed, and said frankly: "If I really hid something, why would I use it to deal with my younger brother who is still sick? Naturally, I will try it on you first."

The corner of Teng Zongliang's mouth twitched.

Needless to say, this is really an immoral thing that a little glutton can do.

Teng Zongliang withdrew his attention from Di Qing's figure fleeing in a hurry, and soon noticed Lu Ci's strange behavior, and felt extremely surprised: "Since you have a clear conscience, why are you blushing too?"

Although it was not as rosy as the young brother's, but on the fair and even skin, there was a touch of rosy light, which could be called clear at a glance.

"Really?" Although Lu Ci was demolished, he still replied calmly: "It's probably because the wind is strong, so it hurts."

The truth is, even he himself doesn't know why, but just seeing Di Qing's shy and shy reaction made him so thick-skinned that he felt inexplicably embarrassed.

"Is it?"

Teng Zongliang touched his face suspiciously.

Lu Ci said bluntly: "Brother Teng has a thicker skin, he should be able to withstand the cold wind for a while longer."

While the two of them were talking, they also intended to visit Di Qing. Only now did Zhu Lin, who heard the news, come over and said, puzzled: "I ran into Young Brother just now. He looked panic-stricken and went straight into the bedroom. During the process, the door of the room was locked tightly, and no one would come to see him... What happened?"

Fortunately.

Lu Ci thought to himself, after all, he didn't drag his sick body out of the mansion, but went back to his room honestly.

"Why is the younger brother so lost?" Facing Zhu Shuo's question, Teng Zongliang, who hadn't figured it out yet, grinned and said meaningfully, "Then I have to ask Lu Jiedu."

"Brother Lu?"

Zhu said that he looked at Lu Ci in astonishment.

"But everyone knows that on weekdays, the young brother is a tough man who bleeds but does not shed tears. Whether it is attacking a city on the battlefield, or being a vanguard bravely at the head of an enemy, or singing and dancing in the Qinlou and Chuguan, he has always Get involved. Don't look at his young age, but what world has he never seen, what battle has he never encountered?" Teng Zongliang didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, and he even fanned the flames with emotion: "It's just that I asked my younger brother to touch him a little bit. The auricles are ashamed as if they have run away——ooooooooooo!"

Lu Ci couldn't listen any longer, so he directly squeezed Teng Zongliang's ears vigorously, and only then successfully interrupted the other party's conversation, turning into screams.

...that's the right reaction.

After telling Teng Zongliang, who was full of nonsense, to calm down, Lu Ci looked helplessly at Zhu Shuo who was full of curiosity, and he also explained half-believingly: "Perhaps the young brother's ears are particularly sensitive, and he can't touch them easily, so he has such a strong reaction. Bar."

Zhu said that he recalled Di Qing's panicked expression when he passed by in a hurry, and reluctantly agreed: "I think so too."

After Di Qing made such a fuss, Lu Cifan was taken aback, and before he knew it, he forgot to find someone to settle the nonsense of this illness.

Di Qing also didn't realize that his unreasonable behavior of playing cards made him "escape disaster".

After rushing into the bedroom in a hurry, he immediately withdrew everyone so that he could stay alone in the room, and then wrapped himself tightly with the heavy quilt.

When he was wrapped in a thick quilt, he wriggled around for a while, and found that he could not suppress the impulse, so he could only hold back his shame, got out of the quilt, walked to the wooden cabinet, took a clean towel and came out , Randomly spread on the bed.

This time he got back on the bed, because he was afraid that his grandfather would bring people in at any time, so he didn't dare to waste any more time, and hurriedly dealt with the embarrassment that his body had become raging and uncontrollable after the pinch just now.

After an unknown period of time, the unspeakable abnormality on his body was finally relieved, and the door was still quiet, so he let out a sigh of relief.

When he relaxed a little, he realized that a layer of cold sweat had already broken out on his body.

--so close.

Di Qing threw the scarf into the brazier with no expression on his face, and began to destroy the corpse, while secretly thanking himself that he ran fast enough just now, so that his grandfather didn't notice the abnormality on his body.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable, enough to make him feel ashamed: the attire he wore when he practiced martial arts today is a style that is light and corseted, which is convenient for movement, which means that every speck... can be seen clearly by Gong Zu.

Di Qing, who had just begun to fall in love, let go of the two thoughts of "wanting to get close to Gong Zu" and "not daring to get close to Gong Zu". During the fierce battle, the little emperor Zhao Zhen, who was waiting for the news of his little master in Bianjing, also ushered in a life. event.

When the third year of enthronement was about to pass, the Chinese and military officials of the DPRK finally persuaded the recalcitrant officials and agreed to select a woman of the right age from among the noble women in Beijing to fill the harem as a concubine. of this proposal.

What puzzled them was, how could it take so much effort to drag on for three years?

It stands to reason that the official family is exactly the age of young Fang Gang and Mu Ai, no matter how strict self-control is, it will be...

It's no wonder that the official family holds banquets during the New Year's festivals. Facing the beautifully dressed young ladies, many of whom are stunning young ladies, they always look uninterested and ascetic.

He only rewards them equally, no matter how beautiful the color is, he never takes a second look at it, let alone actively asks to keep people.

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone and instantly sounded the alarm.

Could it be that the first emperor's search for immortality and Taoism and the construction of temples have affected today's officials?

If this is the case, this woman-hating official is even more troublesome to them than a woman-loving emperor!

They originally wanted to be reserved, but after thinking about this possibility, they didn't dare to hold back anymore, and hurriedly confronted the officials to make it clear.

Sure enough, when the officials heard about it for the first time, they dismissed the remark without thinking.

It's worth it!

Hundreds of officials could never have imagined in their dreams that the official family is far from seeing through the red dust and loathing women, but purely... spending a long time with a very handsome, talented, funny-talking little master who is everywhere. It's just that if you are not careful, you will be blinded, making it difficult for ordinary people to catch your eyes.

Seeing the insistence of his subordinates, Zhao Zhen, who has always been mild-tempered, reluctantly agreed after several rejections.

Fortunately, although he is young, he has been in charge for nearly five years when the prince supervised the country. In addition, the harem is empty. There is no empress dowager, and there are no queens and concubines. The power in his hands can already be called Very solid.

Moreover, he has always respected several prime ministers. Although there are undercurrents in the court and power, they are generally harmonious. Therefore, he agreed to marry and choose a concubine. The specific candidate is to be chosen by himself. , without being at the mercy of anyone.

After agreeing to the courtiers, Zhao Zhen is still very trustworthy, and has no intention of continuing to be perfunctory and procrastinating. Instead, he quickly picked the day with the fewest memorials, and asked people to present the pile of noble ladies prepared by the palace painter in advance. portrait.

It's just that after getting it in his hand, Zhao Zhen turned it upside down without thinking, and the portrait that fell on the bottom suddenly became the top one.

He still remembered that the little master once joked that no matter what he gets, the one on top may not necessarily be the best in content, but the connections behind it are definitely the strongest.

He also knew that although the courtiers were respectful to him and did not dare to show their intentions clearly, it would not be too difficult if they really wanted to do something and subtly influence him.

The servants were dumbfounded, and immediately realized the official's intentions, so they dared not make a sound.

Zhao Zhen didn't care about the silence of the servants, and leisurely flipped through the portraits.

I just turned around and found none of them left—the appearances are all eye-catching, but they are far from amazing.

Zhao Zhen was a little worried, but he didn't show it on his face. He could only silently correct the standard in his heart and turn it over again.

This time, none of them survived - he sympathized with the hardships of people's livelihood and liked simplicity, but each of these portraits was painted with jewels, and those silks and satins that were expensive at first glance made his teeth ache.

Why are they so extravagant?

Zhao Zhen sighed helplessly.

If you have a good appearance and a good temperament, just like a little master, no matter whether it is a vermilion official uniform or a plain robe, you can wear it chicly and beautifully, why bother to covet these fancy pictures and luxury?