Wearing a pheromone to become a fool

Wei Yansi firmly denied it.

At the end of the song, Qu Jinying said inexplicably, "This song sounds familiar."

Wei Yansi: "It really has nothing to do with me."

The damned Yi Dongpo popped his head, his thin body was like a chopstick, bouncing over: "Master, the singer is Miss Hongjin."

Fu leaned into her ear and said, "Do you still remember, you invited her to accompany you at the night of Baiguan Review Kuiye, but she was not willing."

"It turned out to be her, and her singing voice is really fresh and pure." Wei Yansi sucked her lips, and her voice was the lowest, "Quickly tell the county magistrate, I didn't invite you here."

"It must be you who invited her here," Yi Dongpo persuaded her in the same low voice, "Miss Hongjin is a rich girl, if the county magistrate knows that you have spent so much money to make her happy, he will be very moved."

Wei Yansi glared at him angrily.

Yi Dongpo was discouraged, and obeyed obediently: "The county lord——"

"It turns out that the person who invited Miss Hongjin to accompany him that night was Mr. Wan." Qu Jinying interrupted him.

Yi Dongpo was shocked by how she found out that the facial features were exaggerated to the point of deformation, and the other party calmly replied to her with an expression of "I heard all your whispers".

"No, no, no," Yi Dongpo raised his neck subconsciously, "My master is all about you, why would he go shopping in a brothel?"

Wei Yansi became impatient: "What nonsense are you talking about!" Everyone is full of Qu Jinying!

"The servant is not talking nonsense."

"shut up!"

Yi Dongpo kept clicking tut, young man, he is still too shy.

When he returned to the palace that night, Wei Yansi was about to reward Yi Dongpo with a piece of red, and he had to be stopped by people inside and outside the Hall of Nourishing Heart before pardoning his death penalty.

But living is inevitable.

Wei Yansi wanted him to kneel for punishment, from the moon to the east of the sunrise, in order not to delay his great cause of punishment and kneeling, she brought Chun Lai early.

At this time, all civil and military officials were puzzled. Yi Dongpo has been serving the emperor since he was the emperor.

Wei Yansi coughed a few times in a cool voice to stop their whispering.

Chunlai flung the floating dust in a dignified way, and sang loudly: "If there is something to do, let's play, and if there is nothing to do, we will leave the court."

"Long live the report," the first assistant Lu Chijing came out holding the wat board, "I have something to play."

He mentioned the miracle last night, which once again caused a lot of discussion in the court, and the officials split into three factions.

One school of thought said: "The common people's names are destitute, this is the wrath of the gods, and the roar is like thunder, warning all things to be good, and there must be retribution."

One school of thought said: "The world returns to the Yuan, and all the barbarians return to their hearts. This auspicious auspicious event is to express gratitude to the Lord Lei Ting for his kindness."

One faction thinks: "Don't be credulous or superstitious."

Wei Yansi was in a bad mood, her eyes were about to roll to the back of her head, determined to explain the origin of the fireworks, when the glands on the back of her neck suddenly became hot, she secretly thought that something was wrong, with an ominous premonition in her heart, she raised her hand and pressed it.

The officials below saw her face change slightly, afraid of offending her and causing death, they consciously shut up.

Only Lu Chijing chattered like an old lady, talking about disaster relief.

Finally getting into the theme, Wei Yansi straightened her spine, placed her hands on her knees, and sat upright.The words were startling as soon as he opened his mouth, pointing out all the problems of disaster relief - insufficient food supplies, poor quality of medicinal materials, loose management of personnel, intertwined responsibilities of various departments, and the boundary of Fufang Sickhouse is even unclear.

Hearing that the officials were stunned for a while, their eyeballs almost popped out and rolled to the ground. Is this still the stupid king who doesn't care about current affairs in the world.

Wei Yansi was a little proud of their admiration, and directly stated his intentions - to rectify the super-class, clean up the atmosphere, and thoroughly investigate corruption.

All the officials understood that the disaster relief by the stupid emperor was just a cover, but they were actually making use of it.

Lu Chijing and Ge Changliu were the first to support her, shouting "Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

This matter soon spread to the harem. At that time, the queen mother was sitting quietly in the courtyard of the Hall of Martial Arts, swinging, and said to Nanny Lan: "The emperor has grown up and has ideas."

Her calm face was always peaceful, but there was a hint of joy and excitement, and her eyes were flushed.

"You were just a child before Wansui, but no, you will be an adult when you reach the age." Nanny Lan's nose became sour, her voice faded away, like the setting sun hiding behind the west mountain, "The Eldest Princess also had the same temper when she was young. "

She patted the back of the queen mother's hand: "You have to take care of yourself and don't think too much."

Then he mentioned the miracle in the night sky last night, saying that it was made by the Manufacturing Office at the request of Wanzai, and it was a small gadget to make the Qinghui County Lord happy.

This is an interesting incident, the queen mother distracted her melancholy, and her puzzled eyes revealed a ignorance, making her look not like a person who has experienced many years of trials and hardships, but just a young girl who knows nothing about the world.

"The emperor's temperament has changed drastically recently, and the Ai family can't figure out many things about her."

"Long live has never been so attentive to anyone? I'm afraid he really likes Qinghui county master."

The queen mother was slightly surprised: "You know her identity, it's impossible."

"Linglong dice and red beans, you know who you are and don't know when you are deeply in love. In the world of mortals, love is complicated, true feelings, and attachment between two people, how can it be explained clearly in a few words?"

The Empress Dowager's eyes flickered, and fell on the corner of the skirt that was lifted by the wind. Sorrow rose from her chest, but a slight smile appeared on her lips. She tilted her head, leaned on the rope of the swing, and asked thoughtfully: "How is Concubine Chen preparing for the selection of concubine?"

An iced fruit plate was placed on the dragon case in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Chun Lai said: "This is from the Qianchun Palace. Concubine Chen was worried about the emperor's dragon body, so she made it herself."

Wei Yansi glanced at the piles of memorials, and he liked them very much. In the fruit plate were his favorite grapes, and a few bright yellow oranges, all peeled off, like translucent jasper.

Picking up a grape with his fingertips, the flesh rolls in his mouth with the coolness and then he eats it, dissipating more than half of the summer heat.

In the aftertaste, there is a touch of sweetness in the mouth, and I can't help but think of the citrus and jasmine aroma that belongs to Qu Jinying, which is also such a relief from heat and fatigue.

The glands are hot again, a little higher than in the morning, with a sour, numb feeling.

Fearing that the febrile period came again indiscriminately, that made her always think of Qu Jinying, so she simply threw away the vermilion pen, pushed away the memorial, held the fruit plate in front of her, and buried herself in eating.

But the mouth full of cool fruit pulp can no longer relieve the heat, the more I eat, the more I feel hot and dry all over my body.

See the hell!

Wei Yansi grabbed the teacup and gulped it down.

Chunlai saw that she was sweating profusely, and thoughtfully went to the ice cellar to get some ice cubes to keep in the hall.

Wei Yansi ordered him to go back quickly, his eyes followed his running away back, and stared at the clear and clear sky.

A man kneeling under the clear sky - damn Yi Dongpo.

She became more and more annoyed, and asked him to kneel farther away, to a place where she could not see him.

Yi Dongpo was a cunning old man, so he immediately knelt under the cornice, the place was shady and cool, with occasional warm winds.

Wei Yansi walked out with her hands behind her back, saw his laziness clearly, didn't say much, and waved to Feng He, telling him to go back to the guards to change into casual clothes, and accompany her out of the palace.

"Long live is out of the palace again?" Feng He asked.

"Ah."

"West Gate?"

"...Mmm." Wei Yansi shrugged awkwardly.

Feng He's advice to persuade her not to go stopped on the tip of her tongue, and hurried back to the guard's place.

He had learned a lesson from his miserable failure, and this time he was careful, and brought a few more guards to hide in the dark, just in case.

Wei Yansi had no objection. He put on a bamboo hat to cover half of his face, and rode on a tall horse, passing through the bustling market and bustling crowds. From time to time, he could hear passers-by talking enthusiastically about last night's fireworks. proud of.

Arriving at the West City Gate, she found the porridge shed in Yongyihou's Mansion with ease.

In the shed, there is a water-blue figure shuttling among the servants, like a butterfly flying freely in the sea of ​​flowers, with a tall figure and elegant temperament.The irritability in Wei Yansi's chest was miraculously resolved, which was more effective than eating iced fruit.

She got off the horse, went in, took off the bamboo hat and put it on the low stool, adjusted her expression, and tried to appear gentle and calm.

"County Lord."

But the man didn't seem to hear, walked past her shoulders, squatted in front of a stove and fanned the wind with a cattail fan, and when the fire was hot, he straightened his legs and used a long spoon to stir the rice porridge in the cauldron.

"County Lord, let me help you." Wei Yansi leaned in front of her, greedily took a sip of her body fragrance, and the discomfort of the fever period rolled in his body.

She held the long spoon in her hand by the handle.

Qu Jinying had no choice but to let go, as if he had just noticed her, with a slightly surprised look, he saluted as politely as before.

"Young Master Wan cares about the common people, so you're here again today?" Her voice was without emotion or emotion.

Wei Yansi tasted a bit of sarcasm.

Guess she is still angry at Yi Dongpo's explicit words last night.

"Let me see if I can help?"

"There are many places to help, but this kind of rough work should be done by myself."

Wei Yansi hastily grasped the handle of the spoon, fearing that she would snatch it: "It's not tiring to cook porridge, I can cook porridge."

"Since that's the case, I'll be busy elsewhere." Qu Jinying turned to accompany Xiao Yangliu, and the two gathered in front of a pile of big baskets, sorting out the clothes one by one.

"I can also fold clothes." Wei Yansi walked over, carried a bunch of clothes out and put them on the Eight Immortals table, stacking them in a decent manner.

"So many clothes, where did they come from?"

Qu Jinying's eyebrows are light: "The summer clothes prepared by the tailors in the house, but most of them are donated by the people. It's too hot, and the victims have to have clothes to change."

Wei Yansi praised her for her kindness.

Qu Jinying didn't appreciate it, and his expression was as light as a cloud: "It's enough for me and Xiao Yangliu to work hard, Mr. Wan, don't work too hard."

"Don't work hard, don't work hard, serve the people, and start with small things."

"Then there is Mr. Lao Wan." Qu Jinying picked up the folded summer clothes, walked out of the porridge shed with Xiao Yangliu, and headed towards Fufang.

Walked out of the temperament of a heartless man who "waves his sleeves without taking a cloud away".

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The county head also has a small temper~~