chronicle of court survival

After Bai He took Wen Jiao out, her face sank like water, and she took him directly to her room.

She is in charge, and has a high status in the palace, and she also lives in a single room.

"Tell me what's going on."

Wen Jiao was stunned by that slap, and she didn't dare to let go of her coquettishness, but said with red eyes, "Auntie, I know I was wrong."

Bai He sat on the seat, held a cup of tea, remained silent, secretly sizing up the person in front of her.

I have to say that this little eunuch looks very good, and he is also outstanding in this colorful Chu Palace.

But is His Majesty such a superficial person?

Others don't know, but she knows that although His Majesty is praised as "the jewel of the mausoleum", he is very disgusted with his own face.If he could be seduced by appearance alone, the empress dowager would not have to spend so much time arranging so many people these years.

"I don't blame you." With a flash of thought, Bai He took a sip of tea to clear her throat, and then laughed, her brows and eyes were kind, as if the slap of the bathroom fan was air.

She beckoned and brought Wen Jiao to her side: "Is your name Wen Jiao? Good boy, where was the deacon before?"

Wen Jiao's face was still in pain, and she was dragged over blankly: "Slave, I was in the Clothes Bureau before."

Bai He nodded, took Wen Jiao's hand lightly, looked at the red chilblains on that pampered hand, sighed, and said with concern: "How can such delicate skin do such rough things? Take some of your ointment back and apply it well, don't delay." After finishing speaking, he said: "Today is the first time you see Your Majesty?"

Wen Jiao felt his hands were very cold, and said with difficulty: "Yes."

Bai He smiled: "Then you are lucky. The last one who dared to show disrespect in front of the court was beaten to death with a random stick."

Wen Jiao's face was pale, and she swallowed her saliva in fear.

Bai He looked at him indifferently.Thinking in his heart, this is a person who can see the bottom at a glance. He should be a down-and-out nobleman from a small country. He is spoiled and spoiled.

Bai He said, "Do you like Your Majesty?"

Wen Jiao was dazed, her body shrank.

Bai He said softly: "Don't be afraid. If His Majesty doesn't kill you today, it means that you have caught His Majesty's fancy. Who in this palace would not want to be favored by His Majesty. Be good, tell me, and I will help you."

Speak up and I'll help you.

Wen Jiao clenched his sleeve tightly with the other hand, feeling a little overwhelmed by a good thing. He mustered up the courage to approach Emperor Chu today, but he almost gave his life there when things went wrong. Thinking of this, he felt wronged again. When he got up, he felt that his life was really bad, and everyone was targeting him, so he couldn't help but sniff.

Bai He endured her impatience.

Wen Jiao's nose was red, and it took him a long time to raise his head. The red mole between his brows had a bewitching light. He whispered wronged, "Well, I, I like Your Majesty." The Imperial Palace survived and lived a good life.

Bai He laughed little by little: "Just say it out, it's a good thing that you like Your Majesty. But being with you is like being with a tiger. Your Majesty's temperament is cloudy and weird. Although he treats you differently from others, you still have to pay attention to it all the time." Come on, don't make him unhappy."

Wen Jiao was at a loss: "Yes."

Bai He: "If you want to win His Majesty's favor, you must first understand him."

Bai He thought to himself, maybe His Majesty has never seen such a stupid person, so he thought it was funny for a while.But curiosity is the beginning of all passions and desires, and it can attract His Majesty's attention, and stupidity is an advantage.

"Come on, sit here, and I'll tell you something about His Majesty."

Late at night, the emperor's bedroom.

Xia Qing, in the state of soul body, watched the memorial in the help building Guanxue. For half a month in the Zhaixing Building, the regent and the queen mother jointly handled government affairs.

"You are already a puppet emperor, why do you still have to approve the memorial. They will still give you power?"

Lou Guanxue just came out of the bath, wearing a white snow suit, her hair was still damp, she chuckled lightly: "Look carefully."

Um?Xia Qing obediently read through the pile of memorials carefully, and immediately noticed something was wrong.The excerpts were all sent by the regent, and the content was basically nonsense, either the officials' flamboyant flattery, or some trivial matters.

Xia Qing took down the notebook in his hand, and asked curiously, "How do you usually review memorials?"

Lou Guanxue: "No review."

"..." Xia Qing was confused, and it took him a long time to find his voice, muttering: "So this is what it means to be an emperor? It doesn't matter if you have hands or not, I love you."

Lou Guanxue reached out to open a book casually, ignored his eccentric words, lowered her eyes and said: "If you are free, you can criticize it sentence by sentence."

Xia Qing glanced at him, holding a pen: "Oh, then I'm really free."

He can recognize the characters of this era, but he can't write, and even if he writes, there are errors with Lou Guanxue's handwriting.So Xia Qing simply took the ink brush and began to act like a Chinese marking teacher, facing a passage of classical Chinese, drawing in circles—circling "Tongjia characters", drawing various pronouns, adverbs, particles, and flipping classical Chinese sentence patterns. !He is such a genius!

"The approval is over." Xia Xueba handed the notebook to Lou Guanxue.

The candlelight was dim, and the young emperor propped his chin to save face, glanced hurriedly, then looked away: "Thank you."

Xia Qing asked curiously, "You don't have anything to say?"

Lou Guanxue thought for a while, then said lightly, "There's nothing I want to say."

Xia Qing: "..."

Lou Guanxue's eyelashes are very long, and her eyes are clean: "But you'd better keep reading for yourself. When the time comes, the person who wrote the notebook will commit suicide, and your merit will be damaged again."

Xia Qing: "???"

Does this cost a life? ? ?

Xia Qing's light brown eyes narrowed, and he said embarrassingly, "It's not like that."

The smile on the corner of Lou Guanxue's lips is unclear: "He will think that I am targeting him. It is better to commit suicide than to be tormented by my disgust."

Xia Qing said dryly, "...then your reputation is really bad."

Xia Qing was afraid of the Chu State's attitude of seeking death and life at every turn, so he withdrew his "key points of classical Chinese", stayed for a while, and then went back to working hard.

He was just looking for something to do when he was idle, and he thought about the addiction of the emperor "as long as he has a hand", so he ticked off the following notes with a red pen in order to read them.

There was an article that boasted about watching the snow from the building, which made Xia Qingren look stupid, but he keenly caught a word.

"Lingguang Zhuyu is talking about you?"

Xia Qing asked.

Lou Guanxue put down her arms, looked at him indifferently, with lazy and cold eyes, without saying a word.

Xia Qing was quite comfortable, and smiled kindly: "A good name, like pearls and jade, can overwhelm a country and a city. Your Majesty is indeed a stunning beauty in the world."

Lou Guanxue was expressionless, and then smiled slowly, pure and innocent, and asked softly: "Then do you like it?"

Xia Qing: "?"

Lou Guanxue leaned on the table with her hand on it, and leaned over.

The snow-white pajamas exposed the delicate collarbone, the black hair was full of tides, like a seductive monster, said in a hoarse voice: "If you like it, do you want to see more clearly, what does Ling Guang Zhuyu look like?"

He lowered his voice, smiled softly, and seemed to have an inexplicable hook, plucking at people's hearts.

Xia Qing: "..."

I rely on you to flirt with me in the middle of the night? !

Xia Qing looked at him like a ghost.

"Don't be like this." Xia Qing negotiated: "We still have to cooperate for half a year, it's not good to be stiff."

Lou Guanxue looked down at him coldly, but didn't speak.

Xia Qing bit the bullet and told the truth: "I just thought it sounded good, nothing else."

Lou Guanxue: "Oh."

He put the book back in place, with a cold and sleepy expression, got up and walked to the bed.

After coming out of Zhaixing Building, Lou Guanxue's brows felt more and more tired.

Xia Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and was still reading the memorial at the back, and asked, "Are you going to court tomorrow?"

Lou Guanxue's eyelashes trembled slightly: "No, I have three days to rest after I come out of Zhaixinglou, and I will see Yan Lanyu tomorrow."

Xia Qing: "Oh."

Lou Guanxue went to sleep, but Xia Qing didn't stop studying.

In fact, handling the memorial is also to facilitate him to understand the people and things around him.When Lou Guanxue is not crazy, although she seems to have a good temper and answers every question, but the answers are all nonsense, loose and perfunctory, and she speaks casually, it is better to find out by herself.

He has always believed in a principle that he must do well what he promises to others.

Xia Qing was sleepy at first, but when he turned to the last page, after reading a few lines, he suddenly became sober.

Different from the previous ones, this time it was a speech officer who insulted the regent.

The officials were filled with righteous indignation and accused the regent of loving his son too much, allowing his son to run amok in Lingguang without law.

Xia Qing read it carefully and concluded.

It was probably caused by a woman in a brothel.

The Prince Regent has a son named Yan Mu, who is sixteen years old. He is a well-known bully in Lingguang City.

This time, the speaker dared to play without fear of death, probably because he wanted to please the Wei family.Because this time Yan Mu bumped into another iron plate that is not easy to mess with, the Liulang of the Wei family, Wei Liuguang.

Wei Liuguang is also a well-known flirtatious dude in Lingguang. He likes to lie drunk in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion all his life, and he is the most favored by Duke Wei.A few days ago, I spent a lot of money to buy the newly listed oiran of Fengyuelou. Unexpectedly, before the person found it, he was cut off halfway by Yan Mu on a whim.

For a woman, the two fought in Fengyue Tower and almost smashed the venue.

After the fight, neither Yan Mu nor Wei Liuguang got any benefits, and the matter is still deadlocked.

Xia Qing was puzzled.

What does the regent mean by putting this note in front of Lou Guanxue?

It was clearly Yan Mu's fault.

However, the children of the aristocratic family made such a fuss over the prostitutes in the brothel, both sides are disgraceful, and I don't know how the Wei family and the Yan family will deal with it.

Xia Qing yawned, but now she was a little curious about the oiran.Wei Liuguang is notoriously picky in Lingguang, and Yan Mu is not an idiot even though he is domineering on weekdays, and he will not run into the Wei family for no reason.It's like losing your mind, how beautiful is that oiran.

He did not reply to this memorial.

Too sleepy, Xia Qing lay on the table and just wanted to sleep, but his eyes fell on the book Lou Guanxue was reading just now, and he woke up angrily when he saw the name.

"Penglai".

——Hey guy, I'm here to stay up all night to deal with the memorial for you!Do you go to the storybook? !