Daoists will flirt with me if they disagree

There is no way to run around in the inner courtyard of the palace. Even if he persists in saying that several places in the palace have been invaded by the demon world, he has no way to verify it, and other people can't care about those many places.

On this day, he was sorting out the files in the inner academy, and Li Shiyan came in from the outside wearing an official uniform, his face sinking like water, and his colleagues couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Li Shiyan glanced at them one by one, and finally stopped on the third son Guo: "Guo Lubo, follow me into the palace to meet the saint."

Not to mention a few colleagues, the third son of Guo was also taken aback. For no reason, what did the emperor do when he saw such a nameless official like him.

However, no matter how doubtful or unwilling, who would dare not obey the emperor? To be able to see the majesty of the real dragon emperor is the blessing of several lifetimes of cultivation...

The third son of Guo lowered his head, followed Li Shiyan in small steps, and entered the inner courtyard of the palace all the way to a palace.

The third son of Guo quietly raised his head and glanced, it was Tai'a Hall.

The court ladies, eunuchs, and eunuchs in the palace knelt on the ground, the emperor was sitting on a couch wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, fiddling with a string of agate bracelets, and Concubine Lan was sitting on an embroidered pier at the emperor's feet, she had just lost her temper Pale, but it looks like it has a charming charm.

"Are you the recording book of the inner academy?" The emperor asked in a low voice, not angry and pretentious, so overwhelming that he dared not let out his breath.

"Guo Fengyi, the recorder of the inner academy, kowtowed to see my emperor long live." The voice of the third son of Guo was slightly trembling, which was the panic that ordinary officials should have when facing the royal majesty.

"Let me ask you, do you know the court lady Huancui?"

The third son of Guo arched his back, tapped his forehead on the carpet of flowers and auspicious clouds, with an extremely humble posture: "Go back to the emperor, I don't know you."

"Oh?" The emperor raised his voice softly, but his words revealed a kind of indifference and coldness that could play with people's official career and even fate at will.

"Bring it up." The emperor's three concise and powerful words made Third Young Master Guo's heart tighten.

Two palace men carried a corpse and placed it next to Mr. Guo San. The corpse was covered with sackcloth.

"Do you see if you recognize him?"

The palace man got the order to lift the sackcloth, and the third son of Guo had to turn his head to look at it. After seeing it, he gasped and frowned indistinctly.

Is it Huancui?The state of death was horrifying, the girl who was good before was now like a pile of rotten meat, there was no good place on her body, she was hurt by something...

"You raise your head." The emperor said suddenly.

Guo Sangong didn't understand why he knelt up straight and raised his head.

It is said that the emperor has passed the age of forty, and now he seems to be well maintained, with a ruddy complexion and regular features, and he looks younger without a beard.

The emperor's scrutinizing eyes slid across his face, and asked: "Your name is Guo Fengyi?"

"Yes." The third son of Guo kowtowed and said yes, and lowered his head again.

"Princess Yongshou is here!" A palace official outside shouted in a dragged voice.

Princess Yongshou walked into the Tai'a Palace gracefully in palace attire, and after a while of rings jingling, she bent down and knelt down to the emperor: "Yongshou pays homage to Father Emperor."

The emperor Long Yan smiled: "It's all right, why did you come into the palace?"

Princess Yongshou is the eldest daughter of the emperor. She married the second son of the Guo family early on. She often enters the palace to fulfill her filial piety. She is the only royal child who can enter the palace without being summoned by the emperor.

"Concubine Lan is in a bad mood. I wanted to go to the palace to talk to her, but I didn't know that my father is here too."

Someone from the palace came up with an embroidered pier, and Princess Yongshou sat down beside Concubine Lan, gently holding her hand: "Is the father trying to relieve Concubine Lan?"

"Why don't you be happy, her personal maid Huancui is gone, isn't this just causing trouble with me?"

"Ah?" Yongshou covered his mouth in surprise, and then lightly patted the back of Lan Fei's hand.

Concubine Lan wept twice, and asked Third Young Master Guo with pear blossoms on her face, "You don't know Huancui? Why did someone see you flirting with her?"

"Weichen ran into this court lady in the imperial hospital, she spoke to me and I agreed. I didn't know her name was Huancui."

"Uncle?" Princess Yongshou called out in doubt.

The third son of Guo felt relieved, it seems that his second sister-in-law came to the palace specially to rescue him, he kneeled and bowed to Yongshou: "My minister Guo Fengyi has seen the second sister-in-law."

"Oh? I said that this child looks familiar. It turns out to be the young master of Guo Xiang's family." The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched, and he smiled, "If you are a family member, why do you still kneel down, let's just stay flat."

"My minister is terrified, thank you Majesty Long En."

The emperor watched him stand up and stand aside with lowered eyes, Long Yan could be called amiable: "As expected of Guo Xiang's child, he is indeed a good talent."

"Father, do you know that my little uncle was born with an auspicious auspicious sign, and everyone in the capital knows about it." Princess Yongshou smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, so it's you." The emperor suddenly remembered that day, when he was still the prince, at the age of confusion and hatred, the ministers of the court complained about him, that day he molested a court lady, just returned from She got down from her body and looked at the top of the palace where his father was in charge of the government, and suddenly saw that the magnificent sky was a sign from heaven. At that moment, he believed that he would be able to ascend to the great treasure in the future.

"Then it's no wonder that Guo Xiang was upright all his life, but he named his youngest son Fengyi." The emperor's words were slightly teasing, and Princess Yongshou's heart was relieved.

"Concubine Lan, could it be that your Huancui is thinking about Fengyi's good looks and family background? If so, Mr. Fengyi is really guilty of committing crimes." Waving, "Just carry it down, lest Concubine Lan feel distressed when she sees it."

Concubine Lan wiped her tears: "But it's up to the emperor to decide."

Huan Cui's body was carried down, even if Mr. Guo had doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to look at it again, since he finally picked it up, how could he cause trouble for his upper body.

The third son of Guo went back to the Guo mansion, and the emperor's imperial decree and rewards arrived. The emperor said that the young master of the Guo family had suffered an injustice, and rewarded some small things to calm the third son of Guo.

The third son of Guo picked some good ones and sent them to the son-in-law's house in person, thanking the second sister-in-law for helping him out of the siege.

It was originally a disaster, but I didn't want to push the third son Guo to the front all at once. First, he was promoted to be the master, and then whenever Princess Yongshou entered the palace, the emperor would invite someone to invite the third son Guo for a family banquet.

Everyone said that the third son of Guo finally had a bright future, but the third son of Guo himself was more worried than happy. He knew in his heart that once he became a thorn in the side of others, I don't know how many people were flattering on the surface and waiting to put shoes on him behind the scenes. Woolen cloth……

Today was Princess Yongshou's birthday, and the emperor hosted a banquet for the Guo family in the imperial garden. Although the table was full of young and old members of the Guo family except the emperor and Concubine Lan, the meal was still as if walking on eggshells.

This Concubine Lan is indeed the most beloved concubine of the emperor, even if she just had a miscarriage, she can still be favored by the emperor with her attendants by her side, plus the general is well-raised, she is as beautiful as a country under the palace lantern.

While eating during the banquet, someone from the palace came to report that Concubine Zhuang of Jingze Palace asked to see the emperor, the emperor's face darkened: "Didn't I say that today's family banquet will not be seen at all."

"But Concubine Zhuang, she..." The palace servant cowardly did not dare to lie.

"Sister Zhuang Concubine is always calm, I'm afraid there is something really important here." Concubine Lan leaned softly on the emperor's shoulder, exhaling like blue.

"Then let her wait."

The third son of Guo raised his eyes to look over, unfortunately, he met the emperor's eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head to serve his father with vegetables.

I don't know if the emperor is deliberately delaying the time to not want to see Concubine Zhuang, the Guo family is suffering through this family banquet, the emperor has been silent for a long time.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and all the surrounding palace lanterns went out.

During the banquet, I didn't know who knocked off the bowls and chopsticks, and who stepped on other people's clothes, so there were a few whispers.

The third son of Guo moved his body, and suddenly he was hugged around his waist and pressed against the edge of the table. He was startled for a moment, and then he clasped the life gate of the hand on his waist.

"It's me." There was a scorching breath spraying up to my ear.

"you--"

Zhixin covered his mouth and whispered in his ear: "This place is weird, take your family and leave quickly."

"Come, hold the lamp!" The emperor ordered in the dark.

The palace people lit the palace lanterns one by one quickly with their hands and feet. During the banquet, everyone was in a hurry, and only the third son Guo lay still on the table.

The emperor smiled and said, "What's wrong with Feng Yi?"

Guo's father responded to him: "This child is incapable of drinking but also greedy for drinking. He violated Tianwei's power. I hope the emperor will not blame him."

"Where is Guo Xiang, let's leave today." The emperor turned his head and told the palace man Shouxi next to him, "Clean up the side hall and let Mr. Fengyi sleep on the bed."

Now that the emperor has spoken, there is no reason for a courtier not to obey, not to mention the great grace and glory of this day...

So, the elders of the Guo family kowtowed to thank the saint and went out of the palace to return to the mansion, while the third son of Guo was helped to a side hall.

Of course the third son of Guo was not drunk, firstly he used his drunkenness to let his family leave, and secondly, since the emperor let him stay in the inner courtyard, he just had a chance to find out what was going wrong in the palace.

A group of palace people came in and out, made the bed and burned incense, and prepared the necessary things. Another court lady stepped forward to untie his robe. He pretended to be drunk, dodged and rolled into the couch.

"This……"

"Heh, let him go, you all muster up your spirits at night to take good care of Young Master Fengyi."

It turned out that the emperor also came to the side hall, Guo Sangong couldn't do it, so he could only continue to pretend with his head closed and his eyes closed.

The footsteps gradually became lighter, the door of the temple was closed, and then there was a long silence.

Third Young Master Guo turned around and opened his eyes. There seemed to be a figure standing in the hall in the darkness. He opened his mouth and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Hearing his words, the figure walked to the bed: "I knew you were pretending to be asleep."

Ah!

The Third Young Master Guo was terrified, sweat drenched through his shirt almost immediately, he didn't have time to get down on the couch, he just knelt on the couch and rushed to someone to kowtow: "This humble minister deserves death..."

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How can I write Gongdou's rush, just throw it away, and let the trash have a good time...