After teasing the important minister, he took it seriously

Xie Mingyue asked softly: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?" He could see that Li Chengqi's expression was slightly stiff.

Of course, Li Chengqi couldn't directly ask if you changed Gu's clothes, but put the things on the table far away, and didn't answer Xie Mingyue's words, but said: "It's here." He couldn't refute, because Li Chengqi knew, called Xie Mingyue went back, Xie Hou would definitely not rest during the day.

Without waiting for Xie Mingyue to open his mouth, he quickly walked to the apse to change his clothes with bare feet. When the palace servants saw him coming out, they hurriedly brought the toilet things they had prepared long ago.

The young man's feet were faintly visible in the underwear that almost fell to the ground, and they were a little blue from the cold.

The palace people have their own affairs, and they are arranged in order.

Li Chengqi let others change his clothes thoughtfully.

"Last night," Qing Ai bowed to tie Li Chengqi's belt, and raised her head when she heard the words, but she didn't meet the monarch's gaze, "Apart from Xie Hou, who else entered and exited the palace?"

Qing Ai said: "Young Master came here once, and went out within a moment after entering."

Li Chengqi stopped fiddling with her hair.

When he woke up, there was no one else in the inner hall. Obviously, too many people should not see the monarch falling asleep on his subjects' laps. In other words, his clothes were changed by... Xie Mingyue?

Li Chengqi's expression was inexplicable.

The experience in the hot spring villa slowly emerged in front of my eyes.

Li Chengqi couldn't think of any other reason to make Xie Mingyue condescend to serve others, other than liking it.

He also slept on Xie Mingyue's lap overnight.

Li Chengqi leaned back on the chair and suddenly felt a headache.

If Xie Mingyue hadn't taken off his boots and clothes for him yesterday, Li Chengqi would have forgotten what Xie Mingyue thought about the little emperor.

He was really used to Xie Mingyue being by his side, and he was really used to being intimate with his subjects, but Xie Mingyue's ulterior motives made everything Li Chengqi did seem to have a different meaning.

Perhaps as Xie Mingyue said, Li Chengqi's so-called liking for her husband is indeed too frivolous.

I don't know if he fell asleep or not.Li Chengqi thought wildly.

Someone in the palace removed his hair crown, and carefully inserted the toothbrush into the little emperor's long black hair like clouds.

In Xie Mingyue's eyes, is what he has done an ambiguous gesture of favor to the powerful Xie Hou, or is it his admiration for the teacher?

Probably not the former.

Gu also has such a day.Li Chengqi thought helplessly.

The caring that used to be natural and has become a habit is now no different from flattery and perfection. Since he woke up, because he is no longer constrained by his identity, he has done a lot of doing whatever he wants, but this kind of casualness really seems to have ulterior motives.

Li Chengqi closed her eyes, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and the palace tying her hair was frightened. Qing Ai saw that, she went to wash her hands before taking the comb, and said in a low voice, "I'll do it."

Even if Xie Mingyue was really overstepping the rules, what he is doing now may not be misunderstood by Xie Mingyue.

However, will Xie Mingyue really not exceed the rules?Li Chengqi thought suddenly.

Then he shook his head, laughing at himself for thinking too much.

When I return to the palace tomorrow, even if I want to see Xie Mingyue every day, it will only be two hours in front of Yuan Jian and Xie Che, and there shouldn't be much contact after that.

No, Gu Cai is the emperor, Li Chengqi said in his heart: With such disobedience, it must be because he, Xie Mingyue, dared not see Gu.

Li Chengqi changed her clothes and didn't even go back to the main hall, but went straight to the study.

The study room is cleaned every day, the windows are bright and clean, but it is a pity that there is no one there for a long time, and there is a faint air-conditioning.

Li Chengqi took a knife of paper from Duobaoge according to memory, with inkstones and a box stacked on it.

Qing Ai hurried over to pick it up, but Li Chengqi didn't let him take it. It looked like it was very precious, but she threw it on the desk very casually.

Qing Ai couldn't understand, so she said nervously, "Your Majesty?"

Li Chengqi patted the non-existent dust on her hands, and said casually: "The late emperor's favorite thing."

Qing Ai looked at the pile of things puzzled, the late emperor Li Zhao was not good at writing and ink, these things were actually the late emperor's favorite things?

The box is hung with a gold lock, because it has been too long, the color of the lock is no longer as bright as before, and it looks quite strong, without the key, I am afraid it will not be easy to open.

Seeing Li Chengqi looking at the box thoughtfully, Qing Ai said, "Your Majesty, do you need to call for a craftsman who can pick locks?"

Li Chengqi shook her head, reached out and tapped the lock lightly.

Qing Ai's research suddenly widened - this is not a lock, but a painting, and its painting skills are so exquisite that even Qing Ai standing aside can't see it.

This lock was painted by Li Yanyin.

The emperor was not in the palace for a long time, and it was inevitable that there would be self-theft among the palace people. Among them, Li Yanyin's pen was the most stolen.

It was nothing more than expensive materials and light and easy to carry. Li Yanyin knew this and just laughed it off, and drew a lock on the box in front of him when he was young.

In terms of benevolence, Li Yanyin is more benevolent than him, and in terms of tolerance, Li Yanyin is more tolerant than him.

But Li Yanyin was not a good father, nor a good husband, nor a good emperor.

Li Chengqi opened the box.

The brilliance inside the box is so bright that people can't open their eyes for a while. Among them, rhinoceros horn pens, ivory pens, and glass pens are more common than the bamboo tube pens on the street pen and ink shops.

The inkstone is Mohai inkstone, which is hollowed out from a whole piece of jade. It imitates the inkstone made by the Yellow Emperor. It is also engraved with the word "Dihong's Research". It was sent to the palace as a good omen on Li Yanyin's birthday.

Li Chengqi spread out the paper and ground it herself.

Qing Ai thought for no reason of Li Chengqi's ghostly talisman-like works in the study, and her expression was a little complicated.

Li Chengqi tapped her forehead with a pen, thought for a moment, and wrote.

Qing Ai used to make tea for Li Chengqi, and when she came back with a cup, the pattern on the drawing paper had begun to take shape.

The patterns in the paintings are not people, landscapes, flowers and birds, but utensils.

Qing Ai took a closer look and found that Li Chengqi was probably drawing... a hairpin?

Li Chengqi was quite hesitant about the style of the hairpin, and just wanted to thank Mingyue for the hairpin to show his sincerity by making it himself.

However, considering Xie Mingyue's inexplicable affection for the little emperor, what is the difference between sending a hairpin made by herself and making love?

But if he really sent out the hairpin made by himself without mentioning that he did it, Xie Mingyue would probably guess it. After all, there should be no craftsman with such rough craftsmanship in the palace.

Then this hairpin should be his own.

Li Chengqi concentrated.

Since it is worn by oneself, there is no need to consider whether the pattern is plain or not.

So Qing Ai watched in shock that a bunch of pavilions appeared on the originally plain hairpin.

What palace is this?

Li Chengqi changed to a very thin pen, and drew a fat and big rabbit in the window.

Satisfied, he stopped and threw the pen into the brush washer.

Xie Che didn't come today.Li Chengqi suddenly thought.

It takes about a while to accept seeing my own monarch lying on my father's lap.Li Chengqi can understand very well.

He thought for a while, and said to Qing Ai: "There is a piano in this room, find it for Gu."

Qing Ai led the order and said: "Yes."

Li Chengqi stood in front of the desk, the more she looked at her hairpin drawing, the more satisfied she became.

The next day.

Li Chengqi knelt quietly, with a piano on her lap.

He didn't speak, so naturally no one dared to make a sound, except for the rumbling of the carriages and horses, nothing else could be heard.

Li Chengqi rested her fingers on the strings, fiddled with them lightly, the strings sounded extremely clear, like a spring of broken jade, without any dull noise.

Qing Ai raised her eyes, and glanced at Li Chengqi unobtrusively.

The young man pressed his fingers on the strings, and the edges of his fingers turned white due to the force.

Qing Ai knew that the qin on Li Chengqi's lap was called Longyao, and it had been handed down for more than a hundred years. It was one of Emperor Hui Li Yanyin's favorite objects. The first emperor Li Zhao was not good-humored, so this qin has been kept in the palace.

Li Chengqi propped her chin with her free hand, sitting silently.

The incense mist falls lightly on the Boshan stove, lingering around the incense burner, just like the mist locks the emerald peak.

Today he was different from when he was riding a horse as usual, he was wearing a wide-sleeved and wide-banded robe, and the clothes were sloppy, his expression was cold, he did not look like a person in this world.

The next moment, the sound of the piano suddenly broke the silence.

Qing Ai was shocked.

The sound of the piano is sharp, misty and piercing, and the snow and ice are wrapped in a strong murderous intent, rushing toward the face!

Gently opened the car curtain with one hand, Xie Che slowly poked his head in from the outside.

Li Chengqi nodded slightly at him.

The young master didn't see Li Chengqi all day yesterday because of the drinking that day. After thinking about it all day, he still felt that he was thinking too much. "Guangling San" drew him out.

Before he went in, he even thought that Li Chengqi had hidden some brilliant musician in the carriage.

Xie Che picked a corner that was out of the way and sat.

Li Chengqi's wrist was tense.

His qin was also taught by Li Yanyin. Compared with calligraphy, he is very good at learning qin, at least two of Li Yanyin's, which is not a disappointment to his father's teaching.

But he has nothing to do with the qin. After he ascended the throne, everything was busy. He played the qin very little. Except for the first emperor, Zhuo Zhuo and Cui Yan, almost no one knew that he could play the qin. Yesterday, I saw Li Yanyin's dragon waist qin in the palace. Seeing that the journey home was boring, he ordered people to carry Qin into the carriage.

Xie Che looked at him quietly.

The little emperor lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time. He focused on the strings of the piano, obviously his piano skills were very unfamiliar.

But it sounds good.

Xie Che has heard countless people play Guangling San, and the little emperor may not be the best at playing the piano, but it is the one that amazes Xie Che the most.

The awe-inspiring sound of the piano reminded Xie Che of the night when Li Chengqi was drunk.

Can a young man who grew up in the deep palace and never experienced any pain play such a wide-ranging piano sound?

Xie Che settled down and continued to listen.

But in the middle of the line, there is a mess of sounds in it.

Xie Che was taken aback for a moment, and just as he looked up, Li Chengqi gave up.

The little emperor raised his eyebrows and smiled helplessly, "I can't play it."

Shang sound chaos.

The chariot and horse stopped at some point.

Li Chengqi clapped the piano under her palm, smiled at Xie Che, and said, "With Gu's piano skills, this good piano is really wasted."

But Xie Che said: "Your Majesty's qin skills are superb, and half of Guangling is scattered, making me feel like I am on an ancient battlefield."

Li Chengqi smiled and shook her head.

People like him can't play "Guangling San" well.

It was not possible back then, let alone today.

"Your Majesty likes the piano?" Xie Che asked.

"I still like it." Li Chengqi replied, hooking the strings with his little finger, playing the piano randomly for fun, "It's a long day, if you don't find something to do, wouldn't it be too boring?" He looked at Xie Che with a half-smile, Asked some jokes, "What do you think, Young Master?"

That strange feeling came again.

Xie Che was slightly taken aback.

The oppressive aura was inadvertently revealed from Li Chengqi's words and deeds.

Xie Che suppressed the strangeness in his heart, smiled and pleaded guilty to Li Chengqi, and said: "I was drunk and suffered from a splitting headache all day yesterday. Please forgive me."

Li Chengqi waved her hand indifferently.

With ten fingers strumming the strings, "Deer Ming" flows out like flowing water, the sound seems natural, smooth and graceful, expelling impetuosity and snow.

Xie Che silently knelt and listened opposite Li Chengqi. He looked at Li Chengqi's hand playing the piano without blinking, with a very focused expression.

The melodious sound of the piano makes people forget their worries.

Li Chengqi suddenly said: "Young Master, I think you are really kind."

Xie Che, who was holding his breath and listening to the piano, was taken aback for a moment, with both joy and doubt in his heart, "Your Majesty?"

Did I do anything to please His Majesty?Xie Che was puzzled, no.

Quiet, obedient, and not that smart.

Li Chengqi thought.

At the end of the song, Li Chengqi felt bored playing, so she pushed the dragon's waist casually, "I won't play anymore."

Qing Ai got off the car to fetch pastries for Li Chengqi.

The violin was quickly put into the violin case with great care.

Qing Ai placed cakes on the small table, poured tea for Li Chengqi first, then poured a cup for Xie Che, then whispered in Li Chengqi's ear: "Your Majesty, the Marquis of Yujing has been here."

Li Chengqi hummed, "When?"

"It seems that when you finished playing the first song, someone wanted to come in and report. Yu Jinghou said that you don't need to disturb your elegant mood of playing the piano."

Li Chengqi nodded, picked up the tea, and took a sip.

The aroma of tea lingers on the lips.

When playing "Guangling San", he stopped playing due to the chaotic Shang sound. At that time, Xie Mingyue was there.

Li Chengqi gently put down the teacup, thoughtful.

He seemed to know the reason why Xie Mingyue didn't come in.

The palace is the king, and the merchants are the ministers. If the palace is chaotic, it will be barren, and its monarch will be arrogant; if the business is chaotic, its ministers will be bad.

If the five tones are all chaotic, the country will perish.

With the wisdom of Xie Mingyue, this allusion is probably familiar by heart.

Li Chengqi rubbed her nose, he really played it wrong, but she didn't know whether Xie Mingyue believed it or not.

His eyes fell on the low table, in the box containing the documents, there was the hairpin pattern he drew yesterday.

"Young Master," Li Chengqi said, "You are really nice."

Being praised twice a day, Xie Che was almost flattered.

Look, like Xie Xiaohou, he would never think so much when he heard the sound of the piano was messed up.

Xie Che, who couldn't do it, was always flattered all the way, but when he was about to enter the palace, he got off the emperor's carriage with a little bit of reluctance in his heart.

The first thing Li Chengqi did when she returned to Changle Palace was to tease the birds, Xuanfeng was so angry that all her hairs exploded, as if she wanted to peck Li Chengqi right away.

He sat lazily, pinched a small piece of pear cake and dangled it around Xuanfeng's mouth.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Qing Ai asked: "The Rong man has already taken care of himself, will Your Majesty want to see him today?"

When Na Rong was first sent here, he was covered in injuries and was extremely embarrassed. Qing Ai knew that the emperor ordered him to send him, so he was naturally careful about him.

Li Chengqi nodded, and put the pear cake into Xuanfeng's mouth.

Not long after, the Narong man was brought in, and he changed into a robe that the servants of the palace often wear, both wrists were wrapped with cotton gauze wrapped with medicine inside, and although his face was bloody, it was still white. almost transparent.

He was born very well, unlike any brave and vigorous Rong people Li Chengqi had ever seen, this young man's face was beautiful and weak like a monster in the water, his eyes were blue and blue, as if filled with a sea.

His identity was unknown, and he was followed by two guards with knives. If he moved slightly, he would be killed immediately.

Qing Ai bowed and said: "Your Majesty, I have already greeted you. This Rong man is called Mankonglai. He is from the Xulianhe tribe. After the tribe was destroyed, he was sold to several places. He had already settled down outside the border. Yue suddenly had officers and soldiers broke into his house and tied him to Beijing."

The young man named Man Konglai's eyes became gloomy and his cheeks became paler after hearing Qing Ai say that the tribe was destroyed.

Xulianhe department?Li Chengqi recalled it.

This name is too old. Back then, there were many tribes in the western region, and they attacked and plundered each other. If it wasn't for harassing the frontier, Li Chengqi would never have cared about it.

The Xulianhe tribe is one of the 29 tribes in the Western Territory. Li Chengqi's impression of this small tribe is not because of the strength of this tribe, but because he received an urgent message from the defenders of the Western Territory. The Kunyue tribe attacked in less than ten days. The morale of the Xia Xulianhe tribe is high, and they are eyeing the frontier.

Wan Qilan of the Kunyue Department is also considered a generation of British lords. If Li Chengqi hadn't intervened, half of the Western Territory might have been unified back then.

At that time, Li Zhao had only reformed the military system for a few years, and he would never allow another powerful empire to appear on the border, let alone an empire that had ambitions for the Zhou Dynasty.

"He can write?" Li Chengqi asked.

Qing Ai said: "Yes. According to what he wrote, he has the blood of a maid who married to the princess of the western clan when Gaozu was in his body, and his father is also from Zhou."

"Those few..." Li Chengqi paused, and didn't ask any more questions. Those little officials were probably already in the Ministry of Punishment. If he wanted to know what these people said, he could only ask Xie Mingyue.

"Come here." Li Chengqi said.

Qing Ai was standing three steps away from him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then looked towards Mankong.

Man Konglai's lips trembled as if he had been pricked by a needle. From the corner of his eye, he looked around at the luxurious but suffocatingly solemn main hall of Changle Palace. He stepped forward a few steps, knelt down in front of Li Chengqi, and put his forehead on the ground, shivering. trembling.

The young emperor's voice sounded above his head, and he said, "Raise your head."

Man Konglai raised his head tremblingly.

Those eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

The wound on his body has just begun to heal, and the high fever and pain kept him awake all night, as if he was in a furnace fire, but also in an ice cave. The most honorable person in the entire Zhou Dynasty who could save him and kill him with words?

Li Chengqi's face was clearly reflected in those clear eyes.

Li Chengqi pointed her forehead with two fingers, as if recalling, "I heard that Wan Qilan has blue eyes."

It's a pity that Wan Qilan died too early, and Li Chengqi didn't see it.

Mankonglai trembled even more.

If it is true as he said, he is from the Xulianhe tribe, and he should be very afraid and loathe Wan Qilan.

In the wolf worship in the western region, those with blue eyes would be regarded as descendants of the wolf god. Wan Qilan's biological father was of extremely low birth, and he was able to win the favor of the previous leader. In addition to his mother's noble status, it was because of his mother's blue eyes.

Wan Qilan was ambitious, brave and good at fighting. There were legends that he was the son of the wolf god in the Western Regions, and he was in awe of him. When Wan Qilan sent troops, he was even afraid of the gods to punish him, and he surrendered without a fight.

There are very few such eyes, very few.

Li Chengqi said: "Find him an errand in the palace."

Qing Ai said: "Yes."

He was puzzled, but he would never question Li Chengqi's order.

"Furthermore," the young emperor pondered, "find him a gentleman who can teach him how to read and write."

People from Yigong came and went out with Mankong.

The sunlight outside the hall was too bright, too glaring.

Man Konglai didn't seem to have expected today's matter to be settled in such a simple and gentle way. He stood under the long-lost sunlight, and it seemed that his eyes hurt from the sun. He closed his eyes, and tears fell down.

In Changle Palace, Li Chengqi leaned on a chair and suddenly said, "Prepare the chariot and go to Changning Hall."

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