Your Majesty, I am not worthy
Chapter 71
Rong Mufang let go, and when he turned his head, he saw the man in the carriage frowning, and at the same time looked at all the people with unkind expressions.
This is not what a king should look like.
After thinking for a while, Rong Mu grabbed the rope and rushed towards Chu Yuheng's carriage.
Unbiased,? It just blocked the small window through which Chu Yuheng looked out.
And being hit by this smear of whiteness, Chu Yuheng's unexpected complexion eased a lot, even looking at the withered yellow grass all the way, Chu Yuheng looked much more pleasing to the eye.
It is also the twelfth lunar month of winter, but the palace in Haojing City is not as warm and harmonious as Jiangnan.
The snow fell earlier this year.
As soon as the twelfth lunar month entered, the snowflakes of goose catkins fluttered wantonly, fell on the branches of the branches and leaves, and piled up on the bright yellow glazed tiles, covering the solemn and tall palace with a layer of white warm clothes.
And Chu Yumi was sitting on an additional table in the imperial study, her eyebrows were frowned, and the arc was [-]% to [-]% similar to her elder brother.
Chu Xiaomi couldn't bear it anymore after putting on the booklets all morning.
After grading the last paper indiscriminately, Chu Yumi, who was holding the Langhao pen tightly, turned his head to look at the old man beside him, showing a bit of coquettishness amidst respect.
"Grandpa Zhao, I'm done with the approval."
The Grandpa Zhao that Chu Yumi spoke of was Zhao Langqing, the teacher of the Son of Heaven.
Zhao Langqing has entered the old age this year. He assisted the third emperor. The second emperor was after the first emperor ascended the throne. Zhao Langqing was already old.
Repeatedly like this, after Chu Yuheng was able to handle the court affairs independently, Zhao Langqing became old again.
After more than ten years of leisurely life, Zhao Langqing's eyes are still bright.
This time Zhao Langqing re-entered the palace, or Chu Yuheng invited him out to assist Chu Yumi in handling the government affairs.
At that moment Zhao Langqing took a sip of tea lightly, even though his beard and hair were completely white, his dignity remained undiminished.
Lightly pointing out where Chu Yumi cut corners, although the words were gentle, it made Chu Yumi tighten his heart.
Chu Yumi hurriedly withdrew the notebook and looked down, but she was really negligent.
After correcting the inch according to Zhao Langqing's suggestion, Chu Yumi waited boredly for the memorial to dry.
Keqian Zhengu, His Majesty has worked so hard for so many years to be able to do this, Her Royal Highness is still a little younger, Zhao Langqing knew that Chu Yumi couldn't be trapped today, so he retreated.
At present, there is only Chu Yumi left in the imperial study.
Seeing Zhao Langqing leave, Chu Xiaomi's straight waist suddenly collapsed, lying on the table, Chu Xiaomi's face was still pressed against the cold table, and she sighed in her heart.
Now Chu Yumi can be considered to know that her royal brother is exhausted every day, so many papers have to be approved, and all the big and small things of the court are submitted without picking and choosing.
Simple, cumbersome, piled together, it is unavoidable to make people upset.
As a result, Chu Yumi lost a lot of weight in less than 20 days, and the soft flesh on her cheeks disappeared.
Not only was she anxious by these memorials, Chu Yumi was also worried from time to time about her elder brother going to find Ah Mu.
Her imperial brother is stubborn and doesn't easily bow his head.
When meeting Ah Mu who can completely disappear in Haojing by using fire escape, something might go wrong.
If it's a trivial matter, it's fine for the two of them to argue for a few words, but her imperial brother pushed her a little harder, might she have used some tough measures against Ah Mu? If so, the consequences would be disastrous.
There was mist in the winking eyes, and Chu Yumi was so worried that a pair of willow eyebrows seemed to be knotted.
But she really misses Ah Mu...
She still hoped that her royal brother could bring Ah Mu back. Since she got the news that Ah Mu was not dead, she sent palace people to clean up the Shuyun Palace where Rong Mu lived in the palace, and even the prime minister's mansion outside the palace. She has already sent someone.
It is said that her imperial brother has been sending people to take care of the house outside the palace, but it is unlikely that her people will take care of it.
It's been almost a month, and the New Year's Eve is approaching, Chu Yumi looked at the huge palace with only her alone at the moment, feeling a little lonely.
The tip of Chu Yumi's tongue was pressed against her cheeks, and the carved mahogany desk was stuck to her cheeks. She warmed up the cold carved lacquer, and from her perspective, she happened to be able to fully capture the portrait of Rong Mu hanging on the wall of the imperial study. Take a closer look.
This is Ah Mu, whom she has never seen before——
The plain gray clothes, even the tidy hair is a bit messy.
It should be praised that her brother's painting skills are superb, and the whole painting can see the true charm of the outsider, as if Ah Mu once appeared in front of her.
But her imperial brother was a little too restrained.
In addition to the emperor's daily handling of memorials in the imperial study room, there are occasional officials from the next court and outside the palace who come to see him. Before that, there was a portrait of Wen Li on the wall. Her imperial brother used Ah Mu's portrait instead, which was really inappropriate.
If Ah Mu is really dead, her imperial brother can still say that the emperor has pity on his noble ministers by hanging this portrait; once Ah Mu returns to Beijing in the future and shows his face in front of officials who know him well in Haojing, her imperial brother will hang this portrait again. There is a subtle meaning in it...
After all, in the eyes of the courtiers, there is only a pure friendship between A Mu and her imperial brother.
So intimate that there is still a portrait of Ah Mu hanging in the imperial study room, which is inappropriate.
Quietly looking at the person in the portrait, Chu Yumi pondered whether to remove the painting.
Then she might still beg her imperial brother Jian to give her the painting that was withdrawn.
Thinking about Xiao Jiujiu, Chu Yumi never noticed Xiao Xuanzi sneaked in during the period.
Now Xiao Xuanzi's words and deeds are more confident, and the immaturity and innocence at the beginning are not obvious at all, which makes people feel that this guy has grown up from a young age in the palace, flexible and familiar, as if he has been immersed in the palace for a long time old man.
After wiping off the falling snow on his sleeves, the top of Xiao Xuanzi's hat also showed a clear sense of moisture under the warm velvet fire in the imperial study.
He had received the order from Her Majesty the Princess to keep an eye on Wen Li's matter. A month ago, the emperor left Beijing, and Her Majesty the Princess in the palace ordered Wen Li to be arrested in the prison for strict interrogation after receiving His Majesty's authority.
No matter what kind of grievances Her Royal Highness had with Wen Li, the little Xuanzi who had just come out of the dungeon at this moment was very happy, and when he met Chu Xiaomi, his steps were so brisk.
Bowing in salute, Xiao Xuanzi said: "His Royal Highness, the imperial doctor in the palace said...they have tried their best, but Wen Li's leg may still be unable to protect."
When Xiao Xuanzi reported that Wenli's leg could not be healed, Chu Yumi was unmoved.
She said that her treatment of Wen Li was legal and reasonable, but in the end, she did it first and then played it, and she didn't discuss it with her imperial brother.
Lifting her face from the table, her face was blotched with redness.
"It's fine if the imperial doctor can't take care of him, but a broken leg is his fate."
The hatred is not concealed.
The woman in the elegant palace gown had the same complexion as usual, her pupils were rolling like black grapes, and Chu Yumi's slender fingertips were still beating the memorial on the desk, but she didn't really care about these things.
Chu Yumi turned to ask: "Where is there any news, Brother Huang, and when will you come back?"
Speaking of this, Xiao Xuanzi laughed: "The miscellaneous family just got the news."
With a flick of the dust whisk between Xiao Xuanzi's arms and elbows, the soft deer tail hair drew a smooth arc in mid-air: "His Majesty's news says that we won't be able to make it back this year. If we hurry, we will return to Beijing in the beginning of spring."
"Then did you say... How many people will return?"
Is it her imperial brother alone, or did she bring Ah Mu back?
The author has something to say: See you tomorrow~
good night (gently
This is not what a king should look like.
After thinking for a while, Rong Mu grabbed the rope and rushed towards Chu Yuheng's carriage.
Unbiased,? It just blocked the small window through which Chu Yuheng looked out.
And being hit by this smear of whiteness, Chu Yuheng's unexpected complexion eased a lot, even looking at the withered yellow grass all the way, Chu Yuheng looked much more pleasing to the eye.
It is also the twelfth lunar month of winter, but the palace in Haojing City is not as warm and harmonious as Jiangnan.
The snow fell earlier this year.
As soon as the twelfth lunar month entered, the snowflakes of goose catkins fluttered wantonly, fell on the branches of the branches and leaves, and piled up on the bright yellow glazed tiles, covering the solemn and tall palace with a layer of white warm clothes.
And Chu Yumi was sitting on an additional table in the imperial study, her eyebrows were frowned, and the arc was [-]% to [-]% similar to her elder brother.
Chu Xiaomi couldn't bear it anymore after putting on the booklets all morning.
After grading the last paper indiscriminately, Chu Yumi, who was holding the Langhao pen tightly, turned his head to look at the old man beside him, showing a bit of coquettishness amidst respect.
"Grandpa Zhao, I'm done with the approval."
The Grandpa Zhao that Chu Yumi spoke of was Zhao Langqing, the teacher of the Son of Heaven.
Zhao Langqing has entered the old age this year. He assisted the third emperor. The second emperor was after the first emperor ascended the throne. Zhao Langqing was already old.
Repeatedly like this, after Chu Yuheng was able to handle the court affairs independently, Zhao Langqing became old again.
After more than ten years of leisurely life, Zhao Langqing's eyes are still bright.
This time Zhao Langqing re-entered the palace, or Chu Yuheng invited him out to assist Chu Yumi in handling the government affairs.
At that moment Zhao Langqing took a sip of tea lightly, even though his beard and hair were completely white, his dignity remained undiminished.
Lightly pointing out where Chu Yumi cut corners, although the words were gentle, it made Chu Yumi tighten his heart.
Chu Yumi hurriedly withdrew the notebook and looked down, but she was really negligent.
After correcting the inch according to Zhao Langqing's suggestion, Chu Yumi waited boredly for the memorial to dry.
Keqian Zhengu, His Majesty has worked so hard for so many years to be able to do this, Her Royal Highness is still a little younger, Zhao Langqing knew that Chu Yumi couldn't be trapped today, so he retreated.
At present, there is only Chu Yumi left in the imperial study.
Seeing Zhao Langqing leave, Chu Xiaomi's straight waist suddenly collapsed, lying on the table, Chu Xiaomi's face was still pressed against the cold table, and she sighed in her heart.
Now Chu Yumi can be considered to know that her royal brother is exhausted every day, so many papers have to be approved, and all the big and small things of the court are submitted without picking and choosing.
Simple, cumbersome, piled together, it is unavoidable to make people upset.
As a result, Chu Yumi lost a lot of weight in less than 20 days, and the soft flesh on her cheeks disappeared.
Not only was she anxious by these memorials, Chu Yumi was also worried from time to time about her elder brother going to find Ah Mu.
Her imperial brother is stubborn and doesn't easily bow his head.
When meeting Ah Mu who can completely disappear in Haojing by using fire escape, something might go wrong.
If it's a trivial matter, it's fine for the two of them to argue for a few words, but her imperial brother pushed her a little harder, might she have used some tough measures against Ah Mu? If so, the consequences would be disastrous.
There was mist in the winking eyes, and Chu Yumi was so worried that a pair of willow eyebrows seemed to be knotted.
But she really misses Ah Mu...
She still hoped that her royal brother could bring Ah Mu back. Since she got the news that Ah Mu was not dead, she sent palace people to clean up the Shuyun Palace where Rong Mu lived in the palace, and even the prime minister's mansion outside the palace. She has already sent someone.
It is said that her imperial brother has been sending people to take care of the house outside the palace, but it is unlikely that her people will take care of it.
It's been almost a month, and the New Year's Eve is approaching, Chu Yumi looked at the huge palace with only her alone at the moment, feeling a little lonely.
The tip of Chu Yumi's tongue was pressed against her cheeks, and the carved mahogany desk was stuck to her cheeks. She warmed up the cold carved lacquer, and from her perspective, she happened to be able to fully capture the portrait of Rong Mu hanging on the wall of the imperial study. Take a closer look.
This is Ah Mu, whom she has never seen before——
The plain gray clothes, even the tidy hair is a bit messy.
It should be praised that her brother's painting skills are superb, and the whole painting can see the true charm of the outsider, as if Ah Mu once appeared in front of her.
But her imperial brother was a little too restrained.
In addition to the emperor's daily handling of memorials in the imperial study room, there are occasional officials from the next court and outside the palace who come to see him. Before that, there was a portrait of Wen Li on the wall. Her imperial brother used Ah Mu's portrait instead, which was really inappropriate.
If Ah Mu is really dead, her imperial brother can still say that the emperor has pity on his noble ministers by hanging this portrait; once Ah Mu returns to Beijing in the future and shows his face in front of officials who know him well in Haojing, her imperial brother will hang this portrait again. There is a subtle meaning in it...
After all, in the eyes of the courtiers, there is only a pure friendship between A Mu and her imperial brother.
So intimate that there is still a portrait of Ah Mu hanging in the imperial study room, which is inappropriate.
Quietly looking at the person in the portrait, Chu Yumi pondered whether to remove the painting.
Then she might still beg her imperial brother Jian to give her the painting that was withdrawn.
Thinking about Xiao Jiujiu, Chu Yumi never noticed Xiao Xuanzi sneaked in during the period.
Now Xiao Xuanzi's words and deeds are more confident, and the immaturity and innocence at the beginning are not obvious at all, which makes people feel that this guy has grown up from a young age in the palace, flexible and familiar, as if he has been immersed in the palace for a long time old man.
After wiping off the falling snow on his sleeves, the top of Xiao Xuanzi's hat also showed a clear sense of moisture under the warm velvet fire in the imperial study.
He had received the order from Her Majesty the Princess to keep an eye on Wen Li's matter. A month ago, the emperor left Beijing, and Her Majesty the Princess in the palace ordered Wen Li to be arrested in the prison for strict interrogation after receiving His Majesty's authority.
No matter what kind of grievances Her Royal Highness had with Wen Li, the little Xuanzi who had just come out of the dungeon at this moment was very happy, and when he met Chu Xiaomi, his steps were so brisk.
Bowing in salute, Xiao Xuanzi said: "His Royal Highness, the imperial doctor in the palace said...they have tried their best, but Wen Li's leg may still be unable to protect."
When Xiao Xuanzi reported that Wenli's leg could not be healed, Chu Yumi was unmoved.
She said that her treatment of Wen Li was legal and reasonable, but in the end, she did it first and then played it, and she didn't discuss it with her imperial brother.
Lifting her face from the table, her face was blotched with redness.
"It's fine if the imperial doctor can't take care of him, but a broken leg is his fate."
The hatred is not concealed.
The woman in the elegant palace gown had the same complexion as usual, her pupils were rolling like black grapes, and Chu Yumi's slender fingertips were still beating the memorial on the desk, but she didn't really care about these things.
Chu Yumi turned to ask: "Where is there any news, Brother Huang, and when will you come back?"
Speaking of this, Xiao Xuanzi laughed: "The miscellaneous family just got the news."
With a flick of the dust whisk between Xiao Xuanzi's arms and elbows, the soft deer tail hair drew a smooth arc in mid-air: "His Majesty's news says that we won't be able to make it back this year. If we hurry, we will return to Beijing in the beginning of spring."
"Then did you say... How many people will return?"
Is it her imperial brother alone, or did she bring Ah Mu back?
The author has something to say: See you tomorrow~
good night (gently
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