His Majesty is a sick beauty

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Murong Che picked up the box in front of him.After opening, two smaller boxes and an object wrapped in oiled paper were revealed inside.

Murong Che first opened one of the boxes, and after lifting the lid, there were neatly placed small squares inside, the one on the left was as white as snow while the one on the right was as transparent as ice.

Xu Weng, who had served Murong Che for many years, could only smell the sweet smell that filled the room. He looked at the cube in the box that looked like a work of art, and asked in surprise, "My lord, this is it?"

"It's an inbuilt item bestowed by His Majesty." Murong Che shook his head, "I'm not a sweet person like Your Majesty."

The mouth is disgusted, but there is a hint of showing off in the tone.

Zhou Weng thought of the clear water but fragrant liquor that his son had received before, and felt in his heart that he was worthy of being a royal family, with such elegant food and drink. His Majesty was young and ignorant before, but now that he was ill, he recalled the teacher-student relationship in those years, and the rewards from the palace were sent like flowing water.

It is an honor to be rewarded by the emperor, and which son at this age has won such an honor!

The rewards were not valuables, but daily utensils, which instead showed the difference between his son and the closeness between His Majesty and the son!

Murong Che recalled the day when the little emperor suddenly said that he was going to hold a cultural meeting, just like today, he hurriedly sent someone to bring him some drinks in the evening.After everything has been done, I know that I am afraid afterwards, and I know to please myself, the prime minister, and the words "teacher" are written on the silk.If you want to please, but don't give away gold, silver and jewelry, but what you give is food...

No wonder I could smell the aroma of cakes from ambergris when I entered the palace several times recently... Didn't it mean that the national teacher forbade His Majesty to eat cakes? Why did he still eat cakes despite the doctor's orders?

Murong Che didn't realize at all that he was worried about the little emperor's body for the first time, afraid that the little puppet would break his body because he ate cakes instead of dinner.

It just so happened that Zhou Weng asked, "What is the other box?"

Murong Che thought for a moment, then looked at another exquisite gift box, hesitated for a moment, and opened it anyway.

Inside the box was a stack of exquisitely cut paper, Murong Che had never seen such paper before, it was smooth and delicate, white and soft, the overall appearance was light green, suitable for the season, and there were still imprints of flower petals on it, giving it a special taste.The flower was his favorite white crabapple, which was inlaid on the paper by some unknown method, and the petals stretched out, as if they were blooming between the paper.

There was a piece of silk on the paper, which said, a few days ago, I ordered the people living in the house to try to improve the paper, and today I got some new products. I used it and thought it was good, so I specially sent some to the teacher.

The first piece of paper under the silk was covered with familiar and unfamiliar characters.The little emperor's handwriting was taught by him step by step.Reticent and introverted, warm and generous, it is very suitable for a puppet emperor who is ignorant of worldly affairs and has been pampered and raised, but now, there is a hidden edge in His Majesty's handwriting... The unplanned changes of the little emperor should have alerted him, but Murong Che At this time, thinking back to His Majesty's actions in court that day, he actually felt that if the little emperor could always be so energetic, it would be better for him to let go of some power and make him happier.

He laughed unknowingly, picked up the flower note and read it carefully - singing about wine, how much life is like, like the dew in the morning, the past is full of bitterness...

Good poem, he nodded secretly, and recited it several times in his heart, he didn't feel tired at all, on the contrary, the more he tasted it, the more interesting it became.

but……

"Qingqing Zijin, you care about my heart, but for the king's sake, have you pondered until now?" Murong Che shook his head helplessly. People in the world often use women's longing for their husbands to compare their loyalty to the king, but this monarch uses the longing for his lover. This is the first time he has seen him as a metaphor for his desire for talent.

Thinking of the little emperor who has been thinking a lot these days, and how he still thinks about himself in the palace at this time, Murong Che wanted to laugh.

These papers are all made from within, at least Murong Che has never seen Ruo such a paper.Delicate and beautiful, exuding a faint fragrance, the plain paper alone is enough to make people enjoy it for several days.

Just like the person who lives in the palace, it looks innocent like a piece of paper, but when you taste it carefully, there are hundreds of flavors.

"Son."

"Zhou Weng?"

"Do you want to send these to Mr. Murong?"

Although Murong Che is the current head of the Murong Clan, he still has his father and grandfather above him.In the past, if there was something imperially bestowed by His Majesty, Murong Che would not even look at it, and would directly pass it on to them or other clansmen, and he would not keep it.

But today, Murong Che looked at the small box for a long time, so Zhou Weng asked a question.

But did not expect.

"No need."

He thought of the white wine and rock sugar he had received before, and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.

The little emperor is a person who can't hide good things. Whenever there is something new, he must show it off.Now that this flower note has been made, it must not be long before all the ministers in the court will have it.

He put away the flower paper full of beautiful words in his hand, and picked up a bamboo slip next to him to continue reading.

He read carefully, and suddenly, a name broke into his eyes.

"...Zheng Xi?"

"Interesting, I remember this is Zheng Ze's grandson, isn't he under the Chu family?"

Xu Weng nodded: "Master, I remember well. I heard that this person has a good relationship with Chu Wan in the Chu family."

"With Chu's back, don't you have any books to read?"

Most of the people who signed up to copy books were from poor families. If they were recruited to copy books, they could earn some money to subsidize their families, and secondly, copying books was also a kind of elegant thing.

But although the Zheng family is from a poor family, after all, they are the disciples of the Chu family, so it is impossible to need such a way to study.

Xu Weng has been by Murong Che's side for so many years: "This person didn't sign up for studying."

"Of course he isn't." His slender fingers caressed the two words, and Murong Che's eyes were soft and clear, "He just wants to attract my attention."

"Then, does the young master want to meet him?"

The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south, circling the tree three times, with no branches to rely on?

Those few lines of verses hovered in his mind, and the language of seeking talent implied in the poems was almost on the surface.

Looking for talent?With him around, what need does the little emperor need for talent?When did he object to His Majesty's opinion? It was just that the little emperor in the past was too timid to mention it.Not to mention far away, let's just talk about the Japanese literary conference a few days ago. If he hadn't been around below and handed over a group of retired great sages, the little emperor really thought it would be so easy to do?

The phoenix is ​​not a phoenix tree, and a small dead branch actually wants to be pitied by His Majesty?

Ridiculous, does anyone want to have a face saint now?

After thinking for a while, he took out the piece of paper on which the little emperor wrote his poems and put it close to his body.

"I'll go out for a while." He said to Xu Weng.

Murong Liang is the imperial prince of the current dynasty, and he is a prince. He is a descendant of the Murong family generation who is second only to Murong Che, the person in power.Although at this time most of the Eight Dukes were set up to show glory and had no specific real power, the emergence of a prime minister and a grand lieutenant within a generation showed the heyday of the Murong family's power in the dynasty.

When Murong Che came, Murong Liang was drinking wine while admiring the pale pink flower paper in his hand.

Murong Che opened the door and came in, seeing the flower note in Murong Liang's hand, his expression changed.

"Ah, the nephew is here?" Murong's family only discusses seniority regardless of official position, so even though Murong Che is the prime minister and Murong Liang is the captain, when the two meet, it is still Murong Che who visits Murong Liang, the younger uncle.

However, although there is a difference in seniority between the two, they are indeed playmates since they were young. Murong Che and Murong Liang are officials in the same dynasty, and their relationship is even closer. Therefore, in private, after the meeting, the two will meet Get along as brothers.

Murong Liang did not expect that his always polite nephew would not only change his expression after seeing him, he would even come up to him with a stinky face, staring at the flower in his hand with a pair of bright eyes. note.

When Murong Liang was seen, he felt his hands were on fire, and Murong Che's eyes seemed as if he had robbed his wife. He didn't mess with this kid recently, did he?

He was surprised: "What's wrong with you today, obviously you came to me by yourself, why do you have such a stinky face, as if I provoked you?"

Murong Liang knows his nephew well. If someone really offends him, Murong Che will still act like a gentleman. As for whether that person will suddenly be slapped for an official position a few months later, then But I can't tell.

Murong Che glanced at the flower note in Murong Liang's hand: "Is this a gift from His Majesty?"

"That's right, Your Majesty was ingenious and gave each official a different number of flower notes according to their official positions." As soon as he mentioned the flower notes in his hand, Murong Liang couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "The flowers bloom in the paper, elegant and fragrant, your majesty So elegant."

Murong Che, Murong Che's face smelled even worse.

However, Murong Liang was so focused on the flower paper that his nephew didn't even realize it: "It's late spring now, and the camellias are gradually fading, but I never expected to receive such a wonderful flower paper, and taste the fragrance of this flower." , when I look at the vivid camellias on it, I feel that the pure color is in my arms."

"Oh, Your Majesty is really ingenious." Sending a copy to every official is really well versed in the way of weighing.

"It's just a pity. I like Xinghua better. I don't know which official received it. I can exchange it with him for one or two."

"Huh?" Murong Che raised his eyes, "Xinghua?"

"Yes, I heard that His Majesty has prepared four kinds of early spring words, Yingchun, Camellia, Peach Blossom and Apricot Blossom. Each official has only one kind. In two days, I plan to participate in a poetry meeting and exchange flower notes with others. Woolen cloth."

...No crabapple flowers?

That is to say, it is specially made for yourself?

Murong Che raised his eyebrows, and when he looked at the flower note in Murong Liang's hand again, his eyes were unnaturally contemptuous.

Murong Che: The public model, huh.

Speaking of this, Murong Liang looked at Murong Che curiously: "Based on your relationship with His Majesty, did His Majesty give you the whole set? I'm your uncle, hurry up and hand over Xinghua's."

"There are no apricot blossoms." Murong Che glanced at Murong Liang, "Mine are Begonias."

"Begonia? The father-in-law who gave the gift didn't say there was a begonia."

Murong Liang recalled the previous literary meeting: "Is it for the old man? Don't take it for yourself."

His grandfather?How could it be possible that he didn't annoy the little emperor thoroughly during the literary meeting and gave him something.

Murong Che smiled softly: "Of course it's for me, and there are also poems written by His Majesty."

After finishing speaking, Murong Che read out the poem written by the little emperor.

Murong Liang: "Your Majesty's literacy is brilliant... But why doesn't it feel right?"

"Qingqing Zijin, I care about my heart, but for the king's sake, I have pondered on it so far, why is it like..." What about the feeling of spring?

Murong Liang looked at Murong Che and understood: "Your Majesty is using this poem to imply you."

Hearing this, Murong Che's complexion sank again: "Your Majesty still needs to ponder?"

He thinks that he is a leader in the imperial court no matter in terms of family background, appearance, or literary talent and knowledge. When the little emperor has been ignoring him for more than ten years, he has managed the Yu court in an orderly manner. Is Fenghuang still thinking about the dead tree fork outside?

Murong Liang was stunned for a moment, the empress was the only one in the little emperor's harem, although the empress was beautiful, but for an emperor, this harem was too empty.

"Isn't the more the better?"

"Oh, it depends on whether your Majesty has the ability to control it." Just like Zheng Xi, one can tell at a glance that he is ambitious.

Murong Liang is not well. What does Murong Che mean? His Majesty can't do it?This is a court secret, this thing will be beheaded if he hears it!

He looked at Murong Che with the eyes of a warrior: "How do you know... Your Majesty can't?"

"Since your majesty was enlightened at the age of six, I have been by his side." Murong Che said that his relationship with the little emperor is different from that of you courtiers, "Of course I know how your majesty is."

Murong Liang quickly pressed his mouth to prevent him from saying any more outrageous words: "Shut up, how can you say such things casually? Be careful that walls have ears!"

Murong Che's mouth was covered, and he could only express his doubts with his eyes.

Isn't it just that the little emperor can't control his subjects?Don't you guys know about this? Last time you said it when you were drunk, why can't I say it?

Murong Liang saw that Murong Che didn't intend to speak again, so he put down his hand cautiously: "Hey, His Majesty is also pitiful at this age. Is there nothing you can do about it?"

Murong Che was puzzled, never heard that timidity can be cured by taking medicine?

Looking at Murong Che's puzzled expression, Murong Liang remembered that his nephew was also an unfeminine guy, and there was only an old man serving him so far, so he couldn't help shaking his head: "Master and apprentice, you really are."

"It seems that I still have to go out and find a doctor for His Majesty."

Murong Che began to feel that something was wrong: "Uncle, wait..."

Murong Liang stretched out his hand and pressed him back on the chair: "Nephew, don't worry, this matter is a secret, I will never say that you told me, of course, Murong's family will pick it up."

He winked at Murong Che: "Uncle is doing something, don't worry!"

[The author has something to say: Happy Christmas Eve everyone!

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The poor little emperor is under suspicion~ so miserable]