What's wrong with the binding eunuch system?

the other side,

Dayong Palace,

Inside Kunning Palace.

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew from outside the palace, it was cool and pleasant, and the white curtain was blown up.

"Yu'er." A voice came from inside the room: "The wind blows so comfortably, you open the doors and windows, and I'll blow it for a while."

The person who said this was Dayong's current ruler in the sense of power and the winner of today's palace fights—the Empress Dowager, she was dressed very casually, the autumn white silk and satin hugged her still beautiful figure, and the skirt was ripped open by the master Some, revealing the white bone groove, and the loose hem of the clothes fell together, like soft ice cream.

She was leaning on the imperial concubine bed, and there were several other maids in the room, laughing and playing together, with bright eyes and smiling faces, she couldn't help but put a smile on her face when she looked over.

The maid named Yu'er has a round face, a pair of autumn eyes, a pleasing good-looking, and she is also smart, with a clear and light voice: "Hey! Madam, the sun outside is just right today, and the garden is fresh. A kind of orchid came up, like the wings of a butterfly, I thought it was real at first glance, I was afraid I would be scared away."

"That's really good." The Empress Dowager lowered her eyes, appreciative: "Then I really have to go and have a look."

The curtain was folded by Yu'er, and when the window was opened, the wind mixed with the fragrance of green grass blew across the Queen Mother's face, she slowly closed her eyes, and said like gossiping: "I don't know where Yong'er is now. , it is reasonable to come back this year."

"It should be soon, I think today's omen is good, maybe people have already reached the city." Yu'er put down the buddy in her hand, put incense on the Queen Mother's censer, and muttered.

The queen mother slowly opened her eyes, she liked these happy maids, and she couldn't help being happy, so she laughed: "That's really what you said."

"Your Majesty always says that I am blessed, so naturally I can agree." Yu'er knelt in front of the Empress Dowager's bed, and the Empress Dowager stretched out her hand to gently stroke her temples.

She said softly, "Silly boy."

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Mu Yuanyong drank his tea unhurriedly. The waiter at the inn had experienced many battles. There were so many people, and even after clearing the table, he didn't make any sound.

He put the lid on the tea and said to Kong Ji, "This tea is good."

Then he poured another cup of tea for Kong Ji himself, and Kong Ji didn't know whether to accept or refuse. After all, this was at the foot of the capital, not like the border.

Seeing the hesitation on Kong Ji's face, Mu Yuanyong paused his hand and pursed his mouth slightly.

"I'm used to it." If there is something good, I will subconsciously want to share it.

He said the hand was about to be withdrawn.

Kong Ji took it, he didn't seem to hesitate, took a sip, and praised: "It's really good tea."

Before the disappointment on Mu Yuanyong's face could be expressed, he was wonderfully comforted by Kong Ji's hand. He slowly withdrew his hand, and his eyes fell on Kong Ji's body. his eyes.

The two smiled at each other.

Mu Yuanyong felt that the gloom and anxiety on his body brought up by the past memories were gently brushed by a hand, and all of them disappeared.

He was relaxed, and suddenly he didn't know why he was troubled.

Those yamen servants were still noisy at first, but in the end their voices were also dull, and the oppressive atmosphere became weaker and weaker, and finally they were silent.

While drinking a cup of tea, the sound of galloping horseshoes and scraping armor came from outside the inn.

A deep baritone voice came from outside.

"Craftsman... Guo Qiushi, pay homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Following these words, the uniform sound of soldiers clashing, as if a group of people got off their horses and knelt on the ground at the same time. Because the movements were too neat, the sound had a very crisp and pleasant hitting feeling.

"Meet Your Highness the Crown Prince!!"

Mu Yuanyong sat still in his seat.

He whispered to Kong Ji, "Guo Qiushi... do you know him?"

Kong Ji shook his head. When he left the capital, he was just a little eunuch and didn't have much real power in his hands.

Mu Yuanyong hummed, with a complicated expression on his face: "Something familiar..."

He moved his fingers lightly, and then said: "Forget it, let's meet first."

After he said this, the soldiers dressed as peasants who had been waiting for his order immediately obeyed the order and went out to preach the prince's will. As soon as the wretched expressions on their faces disappeared, they immediately became serious and serious. Seriously, much like that.

All the people brought out are good players.

Capable of writing and martial arts, capable of resisting and fighting, capable of pretending and acting.

It was carefully selected by Wu Xiaoxiao.

This ordinary-dressed guard raised his head high. He didn't even look down at the ground, and kept his eye level above 1.5 meters. If it wasn't for the soldiers behind him who had gone out together with this guy, I would have thought that this guy was missing a poke, otherwise why would the eunuch smell so strong.

Mu Yuanyong was still wondering who this Guo Qiushi was.

Following the rhythm of hitting the tabletop, he slowly gathered his thoughts, and the memories of the past passed by like snowflakes and fragments.

He still hadn't grasped the familiar aura.

It always seems to be holding the tail, and when it is about to catch it, it suddenly leaves.

Make him very happy.

Just as he was thinking, the soldier led Guo Qiushi's men in. The skylights of the inn were open, and the sun was shining brightly outside, so the inside of the room was also very bright.

The man walked against the light, with his head slightly lowered, not daring to look directly at His Majesty.

He was not tall, even a little stooped, so the slightly familiar inspiration suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged Mu Yuanyong. He lost his voice for a moment, and his fingers tapping on the table stopped.

Memories of the past swarmed in like snowflakes, submerging him in the ocean of the past.

That was in the tenth year of Jia, and he has been in power for more than ten years.

Sitting in that position for a long time, as the things in hand are handled more and more easily, people inevitably become a little arrogant.

He is an emperor who doesn't like to be restrained, now he is, he used to be...

That... Maybe it's the most absurd thing he has done since he took office.