Promotion Letter for the Chief Executive

"You are young, what do you know?" The queen mother became interested when she heard Zhao Can's words, "Tell me, what a good day it is today?"

"Of course this grandson knows that today is Qixi Festival. It's a good day for the imperial grandmother and all the mothers and concubines to beg for luck, isn't it?" Zhao Can's voice was crisp, with a bit of childishness, but it made people laugh.

The queen mother nodded again and again, "You are right. If that is the case, then don't let him kneel down, so as not to frighten Ai's grandson."

Immediately, a little eunuch stepped forward, kicked Ping An, and shouted in a low voice, "Go away?"

Ping An then left.

He was very depressed.Alas, I worked so hard to write the playbook. I thought I would be liked by the queen mother. Even if I didn't like it, at least I wouldn't hate it, right?Just now, she obviously called Yulouchun and Mantangjiao to praise her.Is this distinction too exaggerated?

If it wasn't for Zhao Can's reliability at the critical moment, he would definitely be unlucky today.Just imagine that without the queen mother speaking, I would have to kneel there all the time, and I would not be able to get up until my knees were swollen.That's fine, but Ping An doesn't know where he offended the Queen Mother. What if the Queen Mother turns around and sees him still kneeling, gets even more angry, and imposes a new punishment?

In a word, her old man can send herself to the Clothes Bureau, and there is no place to reason.

Coming out of the water pavilion, Ping An didn't go back to the stage immediately, but took a few steps away and found a hidden place to sit down.Only then did he dare to reach out and rub his knees.After kneeling for so long, it must have turned green, and it hurts deeply to touch it.

Pingan once heard that there are many ways to torture people quietly in the palace, and thought it was nonsense.After all, since it is torture, it must be painful, it must be like Rong Rong's little black room, making Ziwei cry.But now he knows that it is not a magical method, but under the suppression of the imperial power, sometimes even if it is painful to death, it cannot make a sound.

Does he like this life?of course not.But from the very beginning, Ping An had no chance to choose.When he crossed over, his body was already like this. He wanted to die, but he didn't die after all.So he thought again, it would be better to live than to die.

After entering the palace, everything went smoothly, step by step to the present.But it was not until today that Ping An discovered that the palace was not as simple as he imagined.The road he saw may not be the real one.

Ping An... I suddenly felt a little scared.

Suddenly coming to a completely unfamiliar environment, on the one hand, he has to hide himself carefully, on the other hand, he has to face various problems, the most terrible thing, all of which are unfamiliar to him.He doesn't have the distinction between high and low that people of this era should have. Even if he can bow his knees to please someone, it's only because of necessity.Deep in his heart, he and the other party are still equal.

This kind of thinking will not be a problem as long as it is well hidden in normal times, but at other times, it will be fatal.

Because the desire for freedom and equality has been engraved in the soul.The more you are suppressed, the more you will explode very strongly, and it may even be like a bomb, blowing yourself to pieces.

Just like just now, if Zhao Can hadn't appeared in time, Ping An didn't know if he would do something irreversible after being punished.Because he was very aggrieved at the time, and made himself kneel for no reason, just because the other party was more noble than himself, what kind of bullshit is this?

Ping An didn't think about this before, not because he was stupid, but because in the final analysis, there was a kind of easy-going factor in his character, and he didn't enter the palace for the sake of prosperity, but just wanted to live in peace and stability.So he never delved into these things that would make him miserable.

But now, I can't even think about it.

Ping An was a little worried.He is very satisfied with his current status, he really just wants to stay in Zhonggusi and be an ordinary creator, why did he suddenly encounter such a thing?

"What are you thinking?" Just as Ping An's thoughts were diverging infinitely, a voice suddenly came from behind him, which startled him.

Ping An suddenly got up and turned around, but it probably happened that he got up too fast, which affected the injury on his knee, causing him to bend down again in pain.But when he turned around just now, he had already seen clearly the person standing behind him, "His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

"I thought you would continue to play dumb." Zhao Can looked at Ping An expressionlessly.

Ping An wryly smiled.He also felt that his former self was so cute and silly.Could it be that by pretending not to know Zhao Can's identity, is he really equal to him?Then why every time I see each other, my attitude is still so cautious?

He can only lie to himself, and now being directly exposed by the other party is really embarrassing.

He simply skipped this topic, stood up slowly, and thanked Zhao Can, "Thank you, the Seventh Prince, for your help."

"I would like to know, what did you do to make the emperor's grandmother so angry?" After becoming the empress dowager, she actually doesn't care much about the affairs of the palace. She will come to flatter herself, so why should she make herself uncomfortable?

So not only did she not care about things, but her attitude towards the palace people was always benevolent and generous, and it was rare for her to kneel when she was punished.No wonder Zhao Can felt that Ping An had bumped into her.

Ping An cried out, "I also really want to know what I did."

Zhao Can obviously didn't believe it, "You told me back then that you wouldn't always be like that. Is this the result of your hard work?"

"The objective reasons don't change with the subjective will, and I can't help it." Pingan sighed.

"...What?" Zhao Can thought it might be because the wind was a bit strong just now, and he couldn't quite hear what Ping An meant.

Although he was younger than Ping An, he always kept a straight face in front of Ping An, with a serious and serious expression. It was rare for him to be so dazed and dazed, which made Ping An feel much better after seeing him.

He looked at Zhao Can seriously, "Although I don't know why the queen mother doesn't like me, but other than that, I'm not doing too badly now."

"Yes, I heard that you have learned to sing opera? Would you like to sing a part for me?"