Promotion Letter for the Chief Executive

Zhao Can has always known that Ping An is very smart, but he never thought that he would be able to show so many expressions with just one word.

It is said that he has only entered the palace for less than a year.Zhao Can was suddenly a little curious, what would it be like if Ping An really came out of this deep palace?

Or if he hadn't entered the palace and was just an ordinary person, where would he go?Do you want to be an ordinary person doing nothing, or do you want to be a general and make a career out of it?

What made Zhao Can even more strange was that a person like Ping An should not be buried.Why did I never hear of or see him in my previous life?

Ping An avoided Zhao Can's gaze, "Your Highness, it's getting late, I have to go back first." After a pause, he continued, "Please take care of yourself, Your Highness."

This last sentence is obviously aimed at this matter.If Zhao Can was doubting whether Ping An really understood just now, he can be sure now that he really understood.

He squeezed his chopsticks and said, "What's the rush? Sit down and eat something with me."

"The servant is panicked." Ping An would not just sit down.If no one is there, it's fine, there are several people from Maoxin Palace watching outside.

Zhao Can laughed loudly, "Why are you so afraid? Why didn't I see it?"

Ping An raised his eyes to look at him, feeling that the Zhao Can he saw today was different from the one he had seen before.Maybe it's because this is his own territory, maybe it's because he has come to trust himself, so he can see this side.

Although Pingan heard that the palace is very tempered before, seeing Zhao Can, who is only eight years old, behave like an adult, even facing the turbulent undercurrent in the palace, he is very calm. Very unexpected.

Zhao Can didn't intend to force her to be safe, she held her chin and didn't know what she was thinking.His current appearance is still a cute little lady, with a healthy blush in the snow-white skin, a pair of eyes wide open, and a baby fat round face, which makes people want to pinch it.

But only when he was not talking, his whole demeanor changed as soon as he opened his mouth, "I am very boring to recuperate. What new song have you learned recently? Sing a part and listen to it."

Ping An took a deep breath before restraining the anger in his heart, "Your Highness, the Seventh Prince, I did not learn to sing opera. If you want to listen to opera, you can go to the Bell and Drum Department to call someone."

Zhao Can smiled sarcastically, "If I really went to the Bell and Drum Division to call for someone, I'm afraid it would spread throughout the palace in less than a day."

Peace of mind, what does that have to do with me?He came to see the patient today, not to entertain Zhao Can.Zhao Can's words made him very, very unhappy. What does it mean to listen to his songs when you are sick and bored?He is not a singer!

But in front of Zhao Can, he couldn't say it directly, he could only say, "So the Seventh Prince should rest in peace of mind to recover from his illness. Hearing too much drama can easily change his temperament, so it's better to listen less."

Zhao Can narrowed his eyes and stared at Ping An, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Pingan bit the bullet and said, "The seventh prince has great ambitions, so he should restrain himself and cherish his feathers, otherwise..."

Zhao Can's suddenly sharpened eyes dismissed the latter words.Zhao Can no longer leaned lazily on the chair, but straightened his back, with a murderous aura all over his body.Just took a look at Ping An.

But that was only a momentary thing, Zhao Can quickly restrained his temperament, and turned into a lazy look again, so fast that he would think it was because he was dazzled.Only what he said, with a bit of remnant sullenness: "I don't need you to teach me how to do things. You go! It's annoying to see."

Coming out of Maoxin Hall, Ping An couldn't help scratching his head, what's this called?Obviously he went to visit the sick with good intentions, but in the end he broke up unhappy.

However, he also reviewed himself, no matter whether he guessed Zhao Can's thoughts or not, he should keep his mouth shut.After all, Zhao Can has nothing now, so of course he has to be more cautious.Just now, Ping An felt for a moment that he was going to be silenced by Zhao Can.

Too careless.

He thought of the little eunuch next to Zhao Can who refused to speak no matter how much he teased him, and confirmed again that he was completely unsuitable to serve in front of his master, otherwise he would have died without knowing it.

Sure enough, it is more suitable for him to occupy a moderate position in a place not too far away from the masters like Zhonggusi, so that he can live a relaxed and leisurely life.

Anyway, Zhao Can had already checked it out, and the other party was obviously fine, extremely healthy, and when it came to scheming and resourcefulness, there was nothing to worry about, so Ping An felt relieved.He put the unhappiness he had just left behind, and after walking away from Maoxin Hall, his pace gradually became brisk.

Probably because he was in a very happy mood, Ping An unknowingly hummed a little song again, "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? How much do you know about the past..."

After singing a few lines, realizing what he was singing, Ping An couldn't help but shook his head, and changed to another brisk song, "The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains, the curtains and curtains of the pavilions, willows and swings in the courtyard. The singing of warblers and dancing swallows, the small bridge Flowing water is flying red..."

"What did you sing just now?" A voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting the song.

Ping An was taken aback, and turned around to see that Xu Wenmei was standing behind her.

He didn't wear a white robe today, but a moon-white straight gown (duo), and his hair was tied neatly on the top of his head, showing a different kind of coquettish style that was completely different from his usual laziness.

But it wasn't him that Ping An saw at first sight.It was the man standing not far behind him.The black brocade robe was embroidered with Xiangyun dragon pattern, just looking at the clothes, one knew who was coming.

The emperor of the Great Chu, the lord of Wancheng, the emperor of the six palaces of Fendai and three thousand beauties.

Ping'an only saw the clothes, and immediately knelt down. He didn't dare to look more, so he didn't know what the emperor looked like.

On the contrary, the emperor's attitude was very kind, and he said with a smile, "Get up, there is no need to be so polite." Then he asked again, "What did you sing just now?"

Only then did Pingan realize that what he heard just now was not Xu Wenmei's voice, but the emperor's!

Never expected that my master would have such a big background!The emperor didn't have anyone following him to serve him—oh, it can't be said that he didn't follow him, but he was just hanging around from a distance, so that he didn't lose sight of him, and didn't disturb the two of them talking.

This shows what?It shows that Xu Wenmei's relationship with the emperor is close and private, and even Wang Lixin, the eunuch who is the most trusted ceremonial supervisor around the emperor, has to avoid it!

Although his mind was chaotic due to the sudden discovery of the secret, Ping An stood up honestly, still lowered his head, and answered the emperor's question, "It's a folk song, about the scenery of spring..."

He was about to introduce it again, but was interrupted by Xu Wenmei, "It's not this song, but the previous one, when is the spring flower and autumn moon?"

Ping An quietly raised his head and glanced at Xu Wenmei. He had no expression on his face, and was far from the Xu Wenmei in the courtyard at the corner of the North and South Thirteenth Row.He remembered what Zhao Can said again: Who knows how many popular poppies in the palace won the sacred heart of the late emperor?

Perhaps, the "Poppy Poppy" who was so popular back then didn't just win the sacred heart of the late emperor.

"Hui Guiren's Words is a small folk song. The name of the ci is "Yu Meiren." After finishing speaking, Ping An couldn't help being startled, and took another look at Xu Wenmei.

The emperor had already laughed, "This ci card is good, what about the ci?"

Ping An couldn't help but feel embarrassed.Regardless of how nice the name of the Cipai is, after all, this is just a song of subjugation. How dare he say it in front of the emperor?After all, it's too unlucky.

"Respond." Xu Wenmei said.No one dared not answer the emperor's question yet.He thought that Ping An had guessed the other party's identity and dared not speak, so he said so.

Pingan had no choice but to say, "The meaning of this word is not good, I'm afraid it will disturb the elegance of the nobleman."

"Just say what you want, but it's just a small poem, can you still blame you for it?" the emperor said indifferently.

Ping An had no choice but to recite the lyrics of "Poppy".

The voice of the last word fell, and there was silence around.Ping An didn't dare to look up to see the faces of Xu Wenmei and the emperor, so he could only stand obediently.As time passed, the emperor kept silent, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Fortunately, the emperor didn't say anything. Instead, he changed the subject lightly and asked Xu Wenmei, "Is this the apprentice you taught?"

"The slave is terrified, he is young and ignorant..."

"I think it's very sensible." The emperor said, "Okay, don't be so nervous, let's go for a while."

"...Yes." Xu Wenmei responded, and while turning around, she flicked her sleeves at Pingan, signaling him to leave quickly.After Ping An respectfully sent the two away, they didn't dare to linger, and hurried back to the Bell and Drum Division.

It wasn't until then that he dared to relax, replaying the scenes just now in his mind, making sure that he hadn't lost his dignity.Even if there was, the emperor didn't give up on the spot, so it should be fine.

Even so, I was still afraid for a while.

Companion to a king is like companion to a tiger... The ancients never deceived me.