Master is a white moonlight

After the morning court, Xuan Qiao hurried to Feng Ning Hall before she had time to change into her court clothes.

The day before yesterday, Leng Yizhen had a sudden headache, and the pulse was too chaotic at that time, which really shocked Xuan Qiao.

In the past two days, Xuan Qiao went to the morning court, and the first thing she did was to rush to Feng Ning Palace, and stay by Leng Yijiao's side all day long.

Leng Yijiao is still very distant from Xuanqiu, always avoiding herself intentionally or unintentionally.

Xuan Qiao's complexion was very bad, because she was offended by Prime Minister Zuo's stubbornness.Just now in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Xuan Qiao almost vomited blood in front of all the officials, she really wanted to let the stubborn old man report his old age and return home.

Chenshi, in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Zhang Shangshu, has the wedding date of Her Highness the Princess been set?" Xuan Moi sat on the dragon chair in a crescent white court dress, with twelve o'clock hanging down in front of her eyes.

A pair of phoenix eyes stared at the ministers through the jade eyes, and the tear mole at the end of the left eye was extremely coquettish.

"Report to the high priest." Zhang Shangshu stood up from among the officials, walked to the center of the hall, held the jade board in both hands, and replied respectfully, "According to the birthday of the princess, next month will happen to be the princess's big month. The fifteenth day of the next month is also an auspicious day, so it is really a good day for marriage."

After Zhang Shangshu finished his report, he was not affirmed by the high priest, so he couldn't help wondering what the high priest was thinking.

That day the high priest specifically emphasized that the sooner the wedding date, the better, presumably he was not satisfied with the wedding schedule.

"The marriage between the high priest and the princess is a great joy for the entire country of Ji, and the Ministry of Rituals dare not neglect it." Zhang Shangshu saw the smile overflowing from the high priest's lips as he wished, so he continued to add, "The wedding in January is actually a bit rushed. ,But......."

"Report to the High Priest, the old minister has something important to announce!" Prime Minister Zuo stood in front of the officials in an indigo blue court dress, and stood out from the crowd before Zhang Shangshu could finish speaking.

Zhang Shangshu turned his head and glanced at Prime Minister Zuo, and had no choice but to swallow all the words he hadn't finished speaking.

The smile on Xuan Love's lips froze for an instant, and she slowly moved her gaze away from Zhang Shangshu, and finally landed on Prime Minister Zuo.

I was already very unhappy in my heart, but it was not easy to explode on the spot.After a while, Xuan Qiao said in a lukewarm voice.

"What is Prime Minister Zuo's announcement?"

"Back to the high priest, there was a flood in the south of the Han River the day before yesterday." Prime Minister Zuo held a jade board and said solemnly, "Countless dikes and dams were destroyed, tens of thousands of houses were damaged, and the people were displaced and starved to death; Compared with the drought in the north, the flood is fierce, and the court's rescue is more needed."

"Well, of course." Xuan Qiao nodded her chin slightly, and frowned slightly, "As for the matters related to the Han River disaster relief, just..."

Xuan Qiao's eyes lingered among the hundreds of officials, and finally fell on Sikong.

"Lu Sikong, you will be fully responsible for the flood fighting and disaster relief." Xuan Qiao looked at Lu Sikong and said majestically, "Be sure to calculate the required money carefully before reporting it to the household department."

"I take orders!" Lu Sikong was called out, and he quickly stood up from among the officials, bowed to the high priest, and said respectfully.

"Prime Minister Zuo, do you think this priest has handled it like this." Xuan Qiao turned her head to look at Prime Minister Zuo, and said with a smile on her face, "Is it alright?"

"The high priest is wise, and the veteran has no objection."

"If that's the case, let's go." Xuan Qiao said to the officials with a flick of her sleeves.

"High Priest!" Prime Minister Zuo became a little anxious, and said again, "The old minister has something to say."

"What's the matter with Prime Minister Zuo?" Xuan Qiao looked at Prime Minister Zuo with a cold face, obviously displeased.

"Back to the high priest, the old minister has objections to the princess's wedding date." Prime Minister Zuo was serious with a wrinkled and haggard face, holding a jade plate in both hands.

Although Prime Minister Zuo is in his seventies, he is the elder of the three dynasties after all.Among the hundreds of officials, only Prime Minister Zuo dared to risk his life to speak out, and the rest of the ministers followed the lead of the high priest.

As soon as these words came out, all the officials lowered their heads even lower, not daring to take a breath, and no one dared to look at the high priest's face.

Xuan Qiao frowned slightly, her face darkened in an instant, she looked at Prime Minister Zuo with phoenix eyes, and said coldly, "Why did Prime Minister Zuo say that?"

"The drought in the north has not yet eased, and now the Han River is flooded again. The people are miserable and starving. To save the people from the dire straits, the treasury allocated countless money for food." Prime Minister Zuo spoke eloquently, completely disregarding the high priest's moment The expression on his face was so ugly, "If it is more serious than arranging the boss's marriage at this time, the money spent will be countless, and the treasury will definitely be empty..."

"Enough." Xuan Qiao didn't want to hear any more, she tightened her fingers into her wide sleeves, looked at Prime Minister Zuo with a gloomy face, and insisted. "Princess's wedding date has been fixed, no further discussion!"

Xuan Loi got up with a flick of her sleeves, as if ignoring all the officials behind her, she strode towards the outside of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and only said two words coldly, "Scatter the court!"

"Farewell to the High Priest! High Priest Wan'an!" came the orderly greetings of all the officials from behind, and their voices were resonant.

In the past two days, Leng Yijiao had to take medicine on time every day due to Xuan's majesty.

Xuan Qiao will personally come to supervise and watch Leng Yizhen drink the medicine.

Fortunately, Leng Yizhen is also proficient in medical theory, so he naturally knows the purpose of the medicine he takes every day, whether it is poison or good medicine.

What Xuan Love prescribed to Leng Yizhen was nothing more than prescriptions for regulating the body, which could benefit all kinds of weak diseases and replenish vitality.

Sure enough, after taking a few doses of medicine, Leng Yikan's complexion improved significantly, and the headache never happened again.

In Fengning Hall, Leng Yizhen was sitting in front of the desk, laying out a piece of silk on the desk.

There is no paper in this third space, so bamboo slips, silk, and cowhide are mostly used to record words.

"Your Highness, you look really good today." Zhu Hua stood by the desk, and while grinding ink for Leng Yizhen, he praised softly, "Your lips are even more beautiful than those cherry blossoms, especially when paired with the forehead. The scarlet dimple is even more beautiful than that fairy."

Today Leng Yizhen wore a pink robe, the inner garment was dark pink satin, and the coat was a layer of transparent silk with cherry blossom pink.

There is a little vermilion flower dimple on the forehead, no makeup is applied on the face, and the color of the lips is a light flower pink, just like the delicate and charming dripping cherry blossoms.

"Have you ever seen a fairy?" Leng Yizhen held a brush in his hand, sucked up the ink, and a faint smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Back to Your Highness, the servant has never seen it before." Zhu Hua bent down and replied respectfully.

Leng Yizhen smiled lightly and said nothing, lowered his head and continued to write Xiaozhuan on the silk.

In addition to simplified Chinese characters, Leng Yijiao didn't know when he knew Xiaozhuan.And in my own impression, Leng Yijiao is even more familiar with Xiaozhuan than simplified Chinese characters.

Coincidentally, the unified script of Ji Kingdom is also Xiaozhuan.

"Your Highness, your handwriting is really getting better and better." Zhu Hua lowered his head, glanced at the small seal script on the silk, and praised.

"Zhu Hua, what's the matter with you today?" Leng Yijiao turned his head to look at Zhu Hua standing beside him, and said with a smile, "Your mouth is so sweet."

"My maidservant is telling the truth, no one knows that Princess Feng Yi of my Great Ji Kingdom can write well, even the high priest..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard footsteps coming from the entrance of the hall.

Zhu Hua could already recognize the high priest's footsteps, and quickly put down the ink ingot in his hand, and leaned forward to the ground.

Sure enough, after the sound of footsteps approached, the high priest in white court clothes appeared at the entrance of the hall.

The court clothes have not been taken off yet, and the white jade tiara is also neatly worn in the center of the head, and all the black hair is tied in the white jade tiara.

With the movement of the footsteps, the twelve horns made a crisp bead string sound.

"High Priest, Wan An." Zhu Hua bowed to the ground and said respectfully.

Xuan Qiao ignored it and walked straight to the desk.

"You...you are here." Hearing the sound, Leng Yizhen put the writing brush in his hand on the white jade writing brush stand beside him, and looked up at Xuan Qiao who was approaching him step by step.

Xuan Qiao's face was gloomy and cold, as if she wanted to swallow life alive.

Leng Yijiao was too frightened to say any more, and he hasn't made this person angry in the past few days.I don't know why this person is so angry at this time.

"The dimple on your forehead." Xuan Qiao looked at Leng Yijiao with a sullen face, and asked coldly, "Who drew it for you?"

"This.....I asked Zhu Hua to draw it for me." Leng Yijiao raised his hand and stroked his forehead gently, looking at Xuanqi inexplicably, frowning slightly.

Leng Yizhen thought about the portrait of Princess Fengyi he saw that day, and felt that the vermilion dimple on her forehead was very beautiful, so today she asked Zhu Hua to draw one for herself according to the portrait.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Seeing that Xuan Ai still had a cold face, Leng Yijiao tentatively asked in a low voice.

"Come here." Xuan Qiao raised her voice, without a trace of expression on her face, she turned her back to the door and said in a deep voice, "Drag this maid out of the palace, it will be twenty battles."

"Here, my subordinates take orders!" Two guards came to Feng Ning Hall upon hearing the sound, clasped their fists respectfully and saluted, and then walked towards the maidservant beside him.

"High Priest, please forgive me!" Zhu Hua bowed his entire upper body on the ground, shaking like chaff, crying and begging for mercy, "I know I was wrong, and I will never dare again!"

Leng Yizhen was stunned for a few seconds, then walked quickly to Zhu Hua, and stretched out his arms to block the approach of the guards.

"Xuan Qiao, what are you doing!" Leng Yijiao stared at Xuan Qiao with a pair of apricot eyes, questioning.

"Didn't you hear me?" Xuan Qiao slightly turned her body, half-closed her phoenix eyes and looked at Leng Yiluo, and said with a half-smile, "As a teacher, I want to punish this slave."

"Why did you punish her?!" Leng Yijiao was a little anxious, looked at Xuan Qiao and continued to ask, "What did she do wrong?"

"I don't know my duty, I go beyond myself." Xuan Qiao raised her chin slightly, glanced contemptuously at Zhu Hua who was on the ground, and said calmly, "Shouldn't you be punished?"

"Just because of the dimple on my forehead?!" Leng Yijiao was so angry that his fingertips trembled, he pointed to the dimple on his forehead, and asked back.

Xuan Qiao didn't answer, but cast a cold look at the guards, and said three words lightly, "Drag on."

"Here!" The two guards clasped their fists together, and then pleaded with Leng Yizheng, "Your Highness, please ask your subordinates to take him away."

"Xuanqi, I don't allow you to do this!" Leng Yijiao stared at Xuanqi with a pair of almond eyes, and said in an affirmative tone.

"Oh?" Xuan Qiao sneered, with a murderous look in his eyes, he said calmly, "If Jian'er stops me from punishing this servant, then I will kill him."

Hearing this, Leng Yizhen couldn't help but take a small step back, his arms hanging sideways dropped down, and he stood there absent-mindedly.

Seeing this, the guards took the opportunity to bypass Leng Yijiao and carry Zhu Hua out of Fengning Hall.

Leng Yizhen watched Zhu Hua being taken out, but he was helpless. At this moment, he deeply realized how disgusting the feudal system is.

"You...you tyrant!" Leng Yizhen had nowhere to vent his dissatisfaction, wiped off the dimples on his forehead with his wide sleeves, looked at Xuan Qiao and said word by word, "I will never Stop painting, is the high priest satisfied now?"

"Xiao'er, why are you so cruel to yourself." Xuan Qiao stepped forward, wanting to reach out to touch Leng Yiluo's already flushed forehead, and said distressedly, "Look at your forehead is red."

"Get out!" Leng Yijiao backed away, avoiding Xuanqi's hand stretched towards her.Raising his finger to the door, he said angrily, "I don't want to see you now!"

"Xian'er is so born to be a teacher for a slave." Xuan Qiao couldn't hide the look of disappointment on her face, "Have you forgotten? This flower dimple has always been painted for you by your teacher, never Fake hands on people."

"Xian'er also said that she would paint a lifetime of flower dimples for her teacher, these..." Xuan Loi's amber eyes instantly became moist, revealing a touch of melancholy.

"Get out!" Leng Yijiao was so angry that his shoulders trembled, he interrupted Xuan Qiao's words.Biting her lower lip hard, she repeated.

Xuan Loi stood on the spot in despair, turned around with a flick of her sleeves, and left Feng Ning Hall without looking back.

When passing by the imperial garden, I heard a woman's intermittent moans of pain coming from a distance.

Xuan Qiao stopped in her tracks, turned around and walked towards the direction of the sound.

"High Priest, Wan An." Seeing the High Priest approaching, the execution guard quickly put away the red lacquered stick in his hand, bowed down and saluted respectfully.

Zhu Hua was lying on a long wooden chair, the hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat, and the hairpins on his head were scattered.Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were closed in a dying state.The dress on the lower body was stained red with blood, dripping with blood.

"No more beatings." Xuan Qiao glanced at Zhu Hua, and lightly ordered, "Seek the imperial doctor and see if you don't suffer any disabilities."

"Here." The guards both lowered their heads and said respectfully.

If it is true that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, it is difficult for everyone to fathom the mind of the high priest.