Qu clear as promised

Zhu Zhiyi didn't mind, he came to the palace to be the empress to be the sharpest knife for the emperor.

The foundation of the young emperor is not stable, and he needs to control the harem to contain the previous dynasty.

Before Zhu Zhiyi entered the central palace, the harem was controlled by Queen Mother Tong, and her nephew Tong Jin and Concubine Tong Jun's family dominated the family.

Below is Shen Huayi, the second-rank Junyi, a son of a famous family, and behind him is the faction of the Hou family.

Later, he came to Fu Su, the third-rank monarch, whose brother was an upstart promoted by Liang Hui in violation of the regulations.

The three exactly correspond to the situation of the previous dynasty, and the Xiangpai, the aristocratic family, and the upstarts are in a tripartite confrontation.

Liang Hui wanted a puppet who had nothing to rely on in the previous dynasty, so as to infamy him for rectifying the top of the harem.Zhu Zhiyi is the most suitable candidate. He has no background and has something to ask for. He is thinking of redressing his grandfather and Zhu's family.

Although the eldest princess Helan had allowed him to enter the palace because she thought that his official career would be hopeless, and she wanted to go to southern Xinjiang with her husband, she was worried that Zhu Zhiyi would be lonely and would be bullied if she stayed in Beijing alone—if she hadn’t protected her all these years, Zhu Zhiyi He was kidnapped by those powerful and royal relatives to play, and there is no scum left.

But Zhu Zhiyi never dared to forget the life debt and mission on her shoulders for a moment.

The literati from a famous family are proud and proud, and the most important thing is reputation and integrity. He wished his family to be loyal and strong, and finally ended up in the crime of treason. Seeing this shame and injustice, I can't eat and sleep at night.

He carries countless grievances who want to cry out, who want to fight against injustice, and who want to fight against injustice.

The basis and essence of this marriage contract is cooperation and exchange, and both Zhu Zhiyi and Liang Hui have tacit understanding of this.

As for the scale of cooperation, their respective hole cards, and the room for compromise and compromise, each other will test each other, you come and go, no one is willing to reveal the truth first, and show cowardice. Take more initiative.

Zhu Zhiyi stopped drinking and took a sip of hot tea: "The list has been drawn up, and they can be released at a certain date."

"Then it will be hard to clear the rules."

"The duty of a minister."

Early in winter, the sky has not completely darkened after a pot meal, the snow has stopped, the twilight is blue, the palace lanterns are just lit, white plum and honeysuckle petals are falling, and birds hiding from the snow are also standing on the branches of pine trees.

Liang Hui didn't intend to leave, the two drank tea, stared at each other, and were silent for a while, Zhu Zhiyi hadn't waited for the emperor to drive, so he had to ask: "Does the emperor want to play chess?"

Liang Huishi pointed at the tea cover, and said: "I always lose in chess and follow the rules. Why don't you compare swords, it's just for digestion."

"it is good."

Liang Hui looked around: "It's boring to compare, let's have a lottery, the winner can make a request to the loser?"

"can."

The two changed their attire and each chose a sword.

Liang Hui took off his court clothes, he was not so majestic and steady, he looked like a noble son of a romantic family, his eyebrows and eyes still had the same three-pointed smile, which made people feel amiable and approachable, but the sharp weapon in his hand The sword shone coldly in the snow.

Zhu Zhiyi was serious about everything, raised his chin slightly, and said frankly: "The minister never dances with the sword, the emperor, how offending you are." The same is true in chess, Liang Hui has lost many times in his hands.

Liang Hui smiled faintly; "That's exactly what it should be."

Zhu Zhiyi has been famous all over the world since she was a child, she has kept her self-esteem and arrogance, caring about winning or losing is engraved in her bones, and she is really used to all competitions, even if the king of heaven comes, he will win.

But he soon discovered that he overestimated himself.

He claims to be a master of swordsmanship from a famous school, but Liang Hui's barbaric moves don't know where they come from, and he moves out of common sense.

It is rumored that Liang Hui is a waste prince with mediocre civil and military affairs, and his biological mother is a low-status court lady. The first emperor had sex after drinking. He survived the battle and became the emperor only after picking up the leak.

However, Zhu Zhiyi felt that many people had been deceived, and he didn't even know how successful the other party was at the moment.

The two of you come and go, swords and swords, neither willing to admit defeat, Zhu Zhiyi frowned fiercely, and rose from the ground, pointing her long sword at the opponent's life gate

Liang Hui flashed lightly, with ease, the tip of the sword was like a swimming dragon, sometimes touching his wrist, sometimes skimming his sleeve, just like a cunning cat teasing a mouse.

Zhu Zhiyi frowned, her lips were tightly pressed.

This is not a competition at all!It's teasing and shocking, Liang Hui's vigilance and beating.

Liang Hui leaned forward, and picked out a white plum petal that fell on his shoulder with the tip of his sword, with a calm posture: "Clear rules, let us go."

Zhu Zhiyi has not been defeated for a long time, he is not very happy, but he hopes to admit defeat: "What orders does the emperor have, please tell me."

Liang Hui heard that there was something in his words, and the corner of his mouth turned slightly: "I won this with every move, how did it become an 'command'?"

"...Yes," Zhu Zhiyi felt that it would not be a good thing for Liang Hui to make such a big move to make him dance, "I would like to bet and admit defeat."

Liang Hui stared at his clear face for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "It seems that Qing Gui hasn't called me yet."

"?" Zhu Zhiyi's eyes widened a little, and the Guanyin mole between the crow's black eyebrows also moved a little, not so rigid and self-respecting, and looked very smart.

Liang Hui seemed to have guessed that he would show such an expression, and asked: "Does Qinggui know my characters?" He asked with a very faint smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"..."

Sure enough, he didn't know, Liang Hui lowered his head and wiped the blade, as if he was talking to himself or to Zhu Zhiyi: "I wonder if I can hear it from Qinggui next time." The tone was very gentle, obviously calm and even With a gentle tone, Zhu Zhiyi's spine shuddered inexplicably.

Light snow fell in the sky again, and the eyes of the two met in one place, and after a few seconds, they moved away.

Liang Hui drew his sword sharply, turned around and went back to the house, leaving him with a tall and tall back.

Moody, Zhu Zhiyi thought, wiped the blade, and followed into the house.

Yuping prepared ginger soup to relieve the cold, and Liang Hui was about to go back after drinking it.

Zhu Zhiyi sat at the side drinking tea, watched Zhang Fuhai bring the cloak, raised his chin, and motioned for Yuping to go to serve and dress together.

Liang Hui avoided it unobtrusively, Zhu Zhiyi saw it, and then went to observe Zhang Fuhai in a blink of an eye, standing beside him motionless, as if he was used to it.

Zhu Zhiyi figured it out, maybe Liang Hui didn't have the habit of being waited on and dressed on weekdays.

He made a look, and Yuping quickly retreated behind him.

It is true that Liang Hui seldom gets close to people. The experience of being demoted to the cold palace and living among the people earlier made him suspicious to the point of nervousness, but seeing Zhu Zhiyi sitting there drinking tea, the movements of his hands gradually slowed down. down.

Zhu Zhiyi looked over with some doubts, and Liang Hui stared at him while fastening the brocade cloud button on his robe.

"..."

After a while, Zhu Zhiyi finally couldn't bear the pressure of the heavy eyes, put down the teacup, stood up and asked politely: "Does the emperor need my minister's help?"

"If you don't mind the rules, help me straighten my back." Liang Hui calmly exposed his back to him.

Zhu Zhiyi approached, and Liang Hui could even smell the faint freshness of Mo Mei on his body.

Although Zhu Zhiyi lost his father since childhood, under the shadow of the eldest princess, he was also a son of a family who grew up in rich clothes and fine food.

"..." He felt a little embarrassed himself.

In a hurry, the hands of the two touched together, and in a second, they separated again.

Liang Hui laughed lowly: "I'll do it myself."

Zhu Zhiyi didn't show it on the face, and breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered Yuping to bring the umbrella, just wanting to send the Buddha away quickly.

Liang Hui noticed it, but he was used to his bewilderment, so he left without saying anything.

The Imperial Study Room is not far from Fengsui Palace.

As soon as he entered the house, someone came to report: "Mr. Fu has sent a letter."

Liang Hui opened it, and it was a piece of music score, which Fu Su himself composed. He asked Liang Hui to go to Qitama Palace to analyze it after the Jiaowei was repaired. He also attached a few sincere words.

The palace servants didn't know if he wanted to return, so they said, "Your Majesty, the messenger is still waiting in the side hall."

Liang Hui's brows suddenly darkened, and he said directly to Zhang Fuhai: "Change the people in the side hall."

Those who give things cannot stay.

Waiting for the reply to be false, I want to see if he stayed in Feng Sui Palace and find out when he will come back is true.

But he said again: "You go to the library and pick two pieces of jade for the people of Saitama Palace to take back."

Give a jujube with a slap in the face.

Fu Su's elder brother had just cleaned up those old guys in Dali Temple recently, and Liang Hui was quite satisfied.

"……twitter."

The palace man who sent the message was overwhelmed by Liang Hui's displeasure and strong aura, fortunately he was not implicated, and went out trembling.

Liang Hui unfolded the sheet of paper to read, touched the ink marks on the writing with his hand, and told Zhang Fuhai, "Take it and burn it."

"...Yes." Zhang Fuhai said in his heart that he had pity on Mr. Fu's tenderness and sweetness that would soak the back of the paper.

Liang Hui ordered someone to bring hot water, squinted his eyes, and washed every finger slowly.

Earlier, when he was exiled outside the palace and exiled in the land of Wu, he had seen a seductive woman develop a strange ink that bewitched the mind, and used it to send letters to gold guests. The heart only recognizes those who use ink.

There should be no such evil filth in the harem for the time being, but Liang Hui was suspicious by nature, so he still felt at ease.

The next day, Zhu Zhiyi was summoned to celebrate the birthday palace early in the morning, and the old lady Gui, who was next to Queen Mother Tong, came to deliver the message in person.

Zhu Zhiyi thought about it, and then passed by.

Empress Dowager Tong was not the emperor's biological mother, but the third empress of the first emperor, and the younger sister of the prime minister.

Zhu Zhiyi has only met her a few times, she is very young, her appearance is as beautiful as the rumors, and she is the only one who was favored by the late emperor and indulged in extravagance.

When Empress Tong entered the Central Palace, the first emperor had already reached her sixtieth birthday, so she did not come out. During the period when the Eight Kings seized the throne, many princes showed great hospitality to win her and the prime minister behind her. Zhu Zhiyi even heard about her having an affair with the second prince. Rumors, do not know true or false.

Empress Tong is used to being praised by others, and now the new Zhonggong has made great strides in reforming the system and reducing palace regulations as soon as she came to power.

Today Tong Hou put on quite thick and colorful makeup, and her embroidered gold brocade robe dazzled Zhu Zhiyi's eyes.

That sharp and acrimonious look is worthy of being the final winner of the first court to favor the sixth palace. It is indeed much more brains and means than her young nephew Tong Junfei, who is empty and skinny.

Tong Hou sternly asked him why he handed over Concubine Tong's golden hairpin and closed yesterday's black cat.

Zhu Zhiyi was speechless, there was a phoenix-elephant carving on the golden hairpin, a king or concubine below committed the crime of overstepping the distance, wearing this is tantamount to stepping on the back of Zhu Zhiyi, the new king.

"It's not in line with etiquette." Zhu Zhiyi met her gaze and began to reason. He is best at reasoning with others. Everything in the world must be reasoned.When the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu came, he had to reason.

Before entering the palace, he had read the "Gong Ce Ling" and "Dao An Shu" by heart, and he had never forgotten them, and the etiquette and rules were well established.

Reasonable and well-quoted scriptures are quoted, and the words of sincerity are like a river.When the monk really met someone who was chanting scriptures, Queen Tong was annoyed by his way of dropping his book bag, so he slapped the table to make him stop pretending to be confused.

He also insinuated and scolded him for being narrow-minded and intolerant; pedantic and rigid, not flexible.

Zhu Zhiyi was not angry either. Although he was strict in governing the palace, he was always more lenient and accommodating to the first-class female family members in the palace. The Zhu family has a family tradition of respecting women and children. The status is also the highest.

There are also female concubines in Liang Hui's harem. According to the ancestral system of Liang, there must be female concubines in the harem, and their status will be higher than that of male concubines after spreading the family.

But Liang Hui completely regarded the harem as a place where the former dynasty seized power and consolidated power. The rewards are all allocated to them first and then distributed to the male concubines.

Zhu Zhiyi just let her provoke and ridicule, still in that invulnerable, invulnerable appearance of reasoning.

He thinks he's pretty solid.