The whole world is taking my CP wrong

Capital

Just after Yin's time, Jing Mo quietly walked into the Zichen Hall, leaned slightly in front of the supreme's bright yellow curtain, and said lightly: "Your Majesty, it's time to get up."

There was a reply from inside the tent, and Jing Mo lifted the curtain, and smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, it's time to go up to the court. Prime Minister Xie and Mr. Zhang, the servant of the household department, are already waiting."

Sheng Xiyun paused when he got out of bed: "What are they doing here so early?"

Jing Mo lowered his eyebrows and said, "I don't know."

"How could you not know." Sheng Xiyun's facial features are somewhat feminine, but he wears royal robes on weekdays to bless his appearance, which dilutes the gorgeous appearance. Now that he just got together, he only wears obscene clothes and his hair is disheveled. It's even a bit more aggressive, and it makes people feel fearful when they look at it.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the wet veil to clean his face, seemingly carelessly: "You and Xie Guining are so friendly, you have to go to his house late at night, what's the matter, don't you know?"

Jing Mo was startled, and immediately knelt down to plead guilty: "Your servant is guilty!"

Sheng Xiyun smiled again: "You just kneel when I say something, it's meaningless."

He gently threw the veil that had cleaned his face back into the large porcelain bowl, and stretched out his hand to help Jing Mo up: "The matter between you and Xie Guining was so big in the past, I am not blind and deaf, so how could I not know?" .Now I only think of you two as a late-night private meeting, but no matter how many, it won’t work.”

Jing Mo first heard him talk about the past, and his heart felt sad, and then he heard him say a word to Xie Guining at the end, his heart was awe-inspiring, a little dazed, and said: "Slave, save it."

Sheng Xiyun has always been so cloudy and uncertain, the art of controlling people with the emperor's wrist has always been only in his hands, and everyone around him has to raise 12 points of energy? Come disaster.

There has never been only one person who is not afraid of all these.

While serving Sheng Xiyun to wash and dress, Jing Mo was still thinking about something absent-mindedly. He was a little disturbed by Sheng Xiyun's words just now, and he always felt that today might not be the best time.It's just that everything is in order, the arrow is on the string, and he has to launch it, so he can only say silently in his heart, hoping that everything will go well.

Two hours later, the morning court ended today, and all the officials dispersed. Sheng Xiyun also? He returned to the imperial study from the palace of the previous court, and sat down to review the memorial.

Jing Mo is still by his side, serving paper and pens for him, grinding ink and laying paper for him. He is good-looking, and his body is also elegant, so it is very easy to do these things.

Sheng Xiyun had just read the three memorials, when he saw a young eunuch bowing his head to report, he made a big salute, and said softly, "Your Majesty, someone from Luoxia Palace has sent a message to invite you to have lunch together."

Luoxia Palace is the residence of nobleman Bai. Although concubines are the masters of the first palace, there is not even a single concubine in Shengxiyun's harem now. The nobleman is already the highest position. These three noblemen seem to be the first palace Theme meaning.

Sheng Xiyun didn't lift his head: "No."

The little eunuch led the order to go back to the people in Bai Guiren's palace, Jing Mo lowered his eyebrows and looked down, his subordinates kept studying ink, and pretended not to hear.

After another incense stick, the little eunuch came again, hesitated for a moment, and reported: "Your Majesty, Bai Guiren sent the little eunuch of white fungus to bring you sweet-scented osmanthus soup. He said it's okay if you don't need to eat. I'm afraid that your majesty will be tired from government affairs, so I personally hand it to you." Made soup."

Sheng Xiyun said "uh" this time: "Then serve it up."

Jing Mo said: "Doesn't Your Majesty dislike sweets?"

Sheng Xiyun said lightly: "I rejected her this time, and I don't know what to bring over next time. It's annoying. After a while, you can drink that bowl of white fungus soup for me."

Jing Mo bowed his head, the back of his neck was white and glaring: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

While talking, a little eunuch bent over and brought up a bowl of white fungus soup. Jing Mo glanced at him, and his heart beat a little faster.

Holding the soup, the little eunuch whispered softly: "Your Majesty, this is the white fungus osmanthus soup sent to you by nobleman Bai. It was made by the nobleman himself."

Sheng Xiyun didn't lift his head.

Jing Mo's throat moved slightly, and he said, "Let's put it aside first."

The little eunuch raised his face and looked at him, then lowered his head and said yes.

Jing Mo's throat rolled, his hands paused, and after a few breaths, he began to tremble, and the ink stick inevitably collided with the inkstone, making several crisp sounds.

Sheng Xiyun heard it, and he saw Jing Mo's fingers trembling slightly, and he was a little puzzled.At this moment, he heard Jing Mo's anxious voice again, apparently losing his composure in front of the hall: "You, you put down the soup and go back quickly!"

"Hold on."

Sheng Xiyun raised his head this time, he stopped the wolf hair in the air, did not write, interested: "What are you in a hurry for?"

Jing Mo's face turned pale: "The servant is just afraid that this little eunuch will disturb His Majesty."

If Sheng Xiyun believed him, then the emperor wouldn't have to do it either.

His eyes moved to the kneeling little eunuch below, and he didn't know why. He skipped a beat and frowned: "Are you from Bai Guiren's palace?"

The little eunuch looked down at the ground and replied: "Your Majesty, the slave is indeed."

Sheng Xiyun said: "Raise your head."

The little eunuch raised his face, and Jing Mo saw that the wolf hair in Sheng Xiyun's hand immediately landed on the memorial he was reviewing. The ink was smudged so much that he couldn't see what was originally written.

Sheng Xi stood up abruptly, startled and angry: "Who are you?!"

The little eunuch met his gaze and smiled.

"Slave chasing the wind, I have met His Majesty."

***

Haitian City

In the morning, Lu Duoyu took a letter and knocked on Jin Ziwan's door.

Jin Ziwan had already woken up, and was sitting at the desk writing something. The white cat was lying beside him. Seeing Lu Duoyu come in, he opened his mouth wide and yawned, revealing his not-so-sharp little white cat. tooth.

"Morning Governor," Lu Duoyu presented the letter in his hand, "This is a letter from Jiemeng Villa."

Jin Ziwan paused: "Xie Mochen?"

The brother he just met?

"Exactly."

Jin Ziwan put down his pen and reached out to take the letter from Lu Duoyu: "I thought he would never contact me again."

Lu Duoyu smiled: "I don't think he is a person who can't figure it out. In the end, he was the one who begged the supervisor and Gu Shaoxia to investigate the case. The truth hurts people, so it's no wonder others."

Jin Ziwan opened the envelope, took out the letter, and glanced up and down: "He also? That's what he meant. He told me that he didn't complain to Gu Zhaohong and me. He just needed time to deal with Feng Ge's funeral, and also needed time to calm down by himself." Yijing, I’m really sorry for not being able to send it far away.”

Lu Duoyu nodded.

Jin Ziwan opened the second letterhead, hesitating: "His parents want to see me."

Lu Duoyu scratched her head: "If the governor is his cousin, then his parents must also be the governor's uncle and aunt. It's reasonable to want to meet."

This is not what Jin Ziwan is bothered about now, is he? He didn't say much, just thinking about talking about it later.

He put Xie Weichen's letter aside, rolled up the letter he had just written and dried the ink, and handed it to Lu Duoyu: "Send it back to the capital quickly."

Lu Duoyu took the letter: "Send it to the palace?"

Sending it to the palace means sending it to Sheng Xiyun.

Jin Ziwan said: "Give it to Kong Qing."

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Easter eggs:

Sheng Xiyun: It took a long time for me to appear on the stage with 15 words, and I even arranged a stand-in for me

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There are more and more branch lines, and it is finally time for the plot to become fuller!