If you want to enter the palace, you must first leave the palace

Although Zhu Yijun played the image of a magnanimous emperor well in front of everyone, once he returned to Qianqing Palace, he took off the sheepskin and turned back into that stingy and unmannered wolf.

After sending Zhang Cheng to lure Dong Wudi away, he summoned Bei Juese into the bedroom.

Zhu Yijun asked with a half smile: "Xiao Bei, I heard that your embroidery skills are the best in the palace."

"Why does the emperor ask such a question?" Bei Juese felt uneasy and kind in his heart that the unscrupulous emperor asked this question, so he had to answer it cautiously.

"It's nothing." Zhu Yijun looked at him with an overly bright smile, "Xiaobei, I order you to embroider a belt for me with your own hands, and I will give you three days to finish it."

Without giving Bei Juse time to react, Zhu Yijun said again: "You can't let anyone embroider for you. If I know that you are looking for help, or if I haven't seen the belt after three days, you should stop teaching the princess how to embroider." " He approached Beijue, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace, "This is your punishment for not keeping your promise!"

"Punishment? When did I not keep my promise?" Bei Juese couldn't remember what Zhu Yijun asked him to agree to before.

Sure enough, he never took himself seriously.Realizing this, Zhu Yijun's heart throbbed violently a few times. He really wanted to get angry, but seeing Bei Juese looking at him with an innocent and confused expression, the anger in his stomach turned into depression .He picked up a big cloth bag on the side, squeezed out a smile and threw it to Bei Juese, saying: "It's full of things you should need, take it! Oh, by the way, the belt is embroidered with Ssangyong vomit." Beads. Also, let’s embroider some gold silk cloud patterns on the edge of the belt.” After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, “It’s none of your business, step back.”

Seeing that Bei Juese was still in a daze and wanted to say something, Zhu Yijun showed an evil smile, approached him, hugged his waist, raised his chin, and said, "Isn't he usually a fast runner? Why are you running so fast today? Would you even quit? Beauty, did you suddenly find that I am too handsome and worthy of love, and you are reluctant to leave and want to have a good relationship with me?"

"Who would want to get in touch with you? Save yourself the trouble!" Bei Juese looked as if he was about to vomit, slapped his hand away very rudely, turned and ran out without looking back.

After returning to the residence, Bei Juse put the cloth bag given by Zhu Yijun on the table and opened it, and saw that there were several pieces of cloth of different colors and threads of different colors, the most of which were golden silk threads.

Bei Juese, who couldn't figure out what the emperor was feeling, let out a long sigh, and reluctantly picked out a piece of light yellow cloth from the cloth bag, spread it on the bed, and began to gesture.

As soon as Dong Wudi opened the door and came in, he saw Bei Juese measuring a piece of cloth with a ruler in one hand and scissors in the other. He couldn't help asking curiously: "Junior brother, are you preparing a gift for the princess?"

Bei Jue Se shook his head and said: "The emperor suddenly ordered me to embroider a belt for him within three days. If I can't embroider within three days or ask for help, he will no longer let me teach the princess how to embroider." .”

Dong Wudi said disdainfully: "Don't pay attention to him. Just don't embroider for him. Let's see how he dares to treat you in three days. I will not let him bully you with the elder brother here."

"Forget it." Bei Jue Se smiled towards Dong Wudi, "Anyway, I'm leaving the palace soon. Although the emperor is not a good person, he has helped me a few times, and embroidering him a belt is considered as a gift for him. The gift is ready."

Dong Wudi casually pulled a chair and sat down, put his feet on the table and said, "Whatever you want, just follow me at the appointed time."

Bei Juese's movements froze, and after a while, he lowered his head and said softly, "I know."

He knew that he had been counting the days since the day the agreement was made.There are still eighteen days left before the agreed day.He secretly held the handkerchief that had been hidden in his sleeve. Jinger’s favorite impatiens was embroidered on that handkerchief. It was embroidered a long time ago but he dared not give it away because he couldn’t find a suitable one. An excuse to convince himself to give away that handkerchief.However, now that I have found it, let's give it to Jing'er as a gift on her birthday.

Another calm day passed.