Atypical heroine [Quick Transmigration]

Xie Huairou just let go of her hand and put the dirty handkerchief aside.The door of the study room was knocked open, Xiao Hong poked her head into her eyes, saw Ji Yu was there, she was relieved, "My lord, why are you..."

"Go down and get busy."

Xie Huairou interrupted Xiao Hong's words, fearing that this unrestrained little girl would teach Ji Yu a lesson.

Ji Yu looked at them with a smile, and waited for Xiao Hong to step back, before he said leisurely, "These maids in my sister's house are so lively and cute, they are really like the master..."

She moved her eyes to look into the distance, and deliberately did not say the second half of the sentence.

Xie Huairou "..."

Her temples were slightly protruding, she bit the bullet and asked, "What's your Majesty's business here?" In fact, she had a premonition in her heart that she had nothing important to do, maybe it was just a whim, and she just left the palace like this.

Ji Yu held her wrist, looked down at her gauze-wrapped right hand, and asked, "Is sister's injury serious?"

"No problem," Xie Huairou said uncomfortably, "It's just a small injury."

"If it's really a minor injury, how could my sister ask someone else to write it?" She murmured with a gloomy look on her face as she lowered her eyes, "I asked more."

"..."

Before Xie Huairou had time to say anything, Ji Yu returned to his usual cheerful tone, wrinkled his nose, and said something in a very relaxed tone that made her head grow too big.

"The curfew is on, I can't go back tonight."

"There is still half an hour before the curfew, besides, I have a pass," Xie Huairou understood what she was thinking, "The safety of His Majesty is related to the world's people, the country, and the country."

"Oh," Ji Yu nodded in agreement, with a smile on his face, "Then trouble Xie Qing's personal guard, don't leave your post without authorization."

The tone is soft and soft.

Xie Huairou was silent for a moment, looking at her, "It's not too late at this time, please let me escort His Majesty back to the palace."

"Your Majesty, this is not a trifling matter."

The voice fell.

"Knocking on the palace door at night is a felony." Ji Yu sat down with his sleeves folded, and as an uninvited guest, he felt that he had nothing to do with it. He shook his head and said, "For the safety of His Majesty and the stability of the palace, it shouldn't be like this."

When the curfew time comes, the gates of the palace are locked and cannot be opened again until the morning time of the next day.

Violators will be dealt with as attempted treason.

Xie Huairou looked at her silently.

She tugged at her sleeve with a white and slender hand, shaking it lightly, "Sister, I'm only staying for one night, I'll be very good, don't drive me away, okay?"

Ji Yu lowered his eyes and said in a weak tone, "...Moreover, this is the first time I have left the palace."

After the words fell, they raised their eyes and looked at each other for a moment.

Her black eyes reflected the light of the candle in the night, dyeing her face with a warm color.The crescent-colored female officer's gown on her body resembled the dress she was used to when she was a child.

Xie Huairou couldn't help but think of the smiling face that she snuggled up to her when she was Princess Jiahe.

Probably because she was always so special to her.

Xie Huairou knew in her heart that she was her king, an existence that she needed to look up to and bow down to.But in a flash, he still regarded her as the little Jiaojiao who needed her to be coaxed by her side.

When she was a child, she liked to come to her bed with a pillow in her arms in the middle of the night.

He refuses to sleep after listening to the stories in the story book, loves to act like a baby to her, and nothing he likes more than pestering her to ask what it's like outside the palace.

Xie Huairou told her about the difference between the houses of the people outside the palace and the palace, the ripe wild fruits on the side of the mountain, the temples where sacrifices were made... She is actually not good at describing, she always just talks about what comes to mind.

Kejia and the princess listened very seriously, their eyes were bright, they held their small faces in their hands, and nodded at every turn.

All things she had never heard of.

Even if she is extremely favored, she is still a child who is trapped in this magnificent palace and yearns for the outside world.

When she was seven years old, she managed to avoid the crowds of maids and servants and wanted to sneak out of the palace to play. She almost succeeded in studying, but she accidentally broke one of her legs and brought her back.

Xie Huairou sighed in his heart, forget it, she owed her.

"Minister..." This is a compromise.

She just said a word, before the words fell, Ji Yu immediately lowered his face, pursed his lips and barely held back a smile, bowed his hands solemnly and said, "Thank you, sir." However, the smile in his eyes deepened.

Xie Huairou was dumb.

Be good as promised... Xie Huairou didn't dare to count on it either.

Ji Yu stood up, leaned closer to her, and suddenly asked softly, "Is sister's injury really all right?"

Xie Huairou froze for a moment, the topic changed too quickly, "It's okay."

Ji Yu showed a skeptical expression, "Let me see."

After saying that, she naturally stretched out her hand and opened her cross-collar skirt.

The loose jacket easily slipped off, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders.There was a bright red knife wound from the shoulder to the collarbone. Although it was no longer bleeding, it was extremely conspicuous against the fair skin.

Ji Yu lightly touched the swollen skin next to the wound with his fingertips, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his tone had a serious tone, "Has there been no scabs for so many days?"

"Did sister take any medicine?"

Xie Huairou suddenly stiffened.

His clothes were half undressed, and the Right Prime Minister was completely without the cold and awe-inspiring presence in the court hall.

She raised her hand to close the loose collar, and after getting out of the shower, she remembered one thing after another.Only then did he realize that he had neither tied his hair nor put on an outer shirt, so he blushed and bowed his head to plead guilty, "The minister's disrespect..."

She gathered her hair up to her shoulders, and the hanging black hair covered her red earlobes.

"Imperial?" Ji Yu tilted his face and reminded her with a childlike smile, "Chen Mianmian, a concubine."

Chen Mianmian is one of the female officials next to Ji Yu.

"..."

Xie Huairou lowered his eyes, cupped his hands slightly and was too lazy to say much, following her words, he called her Master Chen for the time being.He picked up his outer shirt and put it on, raised his hands to tie up his hair, and quickly tidied up his hair accessories and clothes.

When he spoke again, he was elegant and sassy again.

"The minister, go and tell the servants to prepare... Mr. Chen, your guest room."

Ji Yu smiled calmly and nodded slightly.

—

The bright moon is in the sky, and the clear light is cast from the gaps between the sparse branches of the tung trees.A gust of wind blows, and the dead leaves and fallen flowers on the lawn are rolled and rolled by the wind, blowing all the way to the corner of the fence.

Xie Huairou walked to the backyard where no one was around, her long sleeves were blown bulging by the wind.

"Gu Ying."

"Your subordinate is here," a kneeling man appeared as if appearing out of nowhere in the empty place just now, and said with a downcast face, "People are lurking in the four corners of the south, east, north, and west."

Xie Huairou was not surprised, "How many people are there?"

"Four people."

"Four people?"

Gu Ying's voice was unchangingly calm, "From the perspective of breath hiding and lightness skills, the four of them are all top masters."

Xie Huairou nodded for him to retreat, "Martial law tonight."

With only four people in the area, it is true that they are all top experts who block ten by one. If the thieves come by hundreds at once, wouldn't it be extremely dangerous.

What nonsense.

Before sending her back to the palace tomorrow, a group of guards must be dispatched.

Xie Huairou frowned and walked back, not feeling at all that she was making a fuss over a molehill, nor did she think about where hundreds of thieves could easily gather at the feet of the emperor.

A long shadow follows in front of him.

Turn into the corridor.

—

For some reason, Ji Yu coaxed the maid to replace the tea in her cup with fine wine.

Xie Huairou left and came back, after a while, she found that she had already drunk herself to death.With a flushed face, he looked at her with a smirk and said, "Come... come and drink with me!"

"..."

Are you good?

Fortunately, the servants have already retreated from the house.

Xie Huairou sat over, took the cup away from her hand, and coaxed patiently, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

"No," Ji Yu took back the wine glass, played with it in his hand for a long time before saying something softly as if shy, "...I want to sleep with my sister."

Xie Huairou nodded obligingly, and helped her up, "Then minister, go and bring the mattress from the guest room here."

Since she was drunk, it was normal for her to take care of her.

Ji Yu didn't expect her to be so straightforward, he was stunned, and happily poured himself a full glass and drank it clean.

"..."

Xie Huairou often slept with her when she was a child, so she never imagined how troublesome Ji Yu would be when she grew up, especially when she was drunk.Don't want to sleep with her.

Ji Yu leaned against Xie Huairou's arms, there was only a few inches of space between them.

It's not that the bed is too small.

Unknowingly, Xie Huairou was forced to the edge of the wall by her.

She turned sideways, with her back against the wall, and there was barely more space between the two of them.

In the next second, Ji Yu came over with her whole body, and the distance suddenly dissipated. She rubbed her drunken head against the hollow of her shoulder, and muttered, "My sister smells so good."

Xie Huairou was inexplicably blushed by her.

Holding her restless hands, he sighed softly, "Your Majesty, it's time to sleep."

Ji Yu obediently closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while, then suddenly said, "...Xia Chunlin and Murong Zheng deserve what they deserve, so it's okay to kill them."

"Sister's wound should not leave a scar."

"..."

Xie Huairou was silent for a few seconds, shocked in his heart.

Looking down, Ji Yu was resting with his eyes closed as if weary, his fair face was flushed with drunkenness.

The idea that she was beating her with alcohol flashed across her mind.

The so-called gentleman can be deceived.

Xie Huairou has never been a gentleman, she once said that being able to accomplish something is a brilliant move.If she knew in her heart that what she was about to do would bring great rewards, she never minded using thunderous means or paying a certain price for it.

It can be paid by her or by someone else.

After all, she and Zuo Xiang are basically the same kind of people, but they like and pursue different things.

There was a small official in Xuanzhou who was greedy for money, and Xie Huairou happened to have some close relatives with him. She made various contacts and paid a lot of bribes to break the gap in collecting evidence of crimes of favoritism and malpractice in the leftist lineage.

After finishing the work, several useless people were killed and exterminated.

Although it was done neatly, it was inevitable that it would be leaked a little by those who wanted revenge.

It seems that Song Xiaosheng, who is closely following her, has not been completely hidden from the truth.

Xie Huairou is not in a hurry to plead guilty, Song Xiaosheng is Ji Yu's confidant, so even if there is no evidence, he can say a few words casually.But Ji Yu can't use these to punish her.

And although she was humble on the surface, she didn't believe that she was no match for Song Xiaosheng's position in her heart.

Xie Huairou hasn't spoken yet, thinking about how to make her trust her more.

But Ji Yu closed his eyes and continued to say, "My sister really made a great contribution this time, otherwise I would have no other choice... But now I can't really reward you for your merits. For the post of Prime Minister, Sima Taifu can only be promoted first."

Xie Huairou knew that she hadn't been on the right side for a long time, and it was impossible to be promoted again so soon, so she listened carefully, but she couldn't help being distracted.

My mind was full of thoughts, why did she know such details, even Murong Zheng could be called by name.

At most, Song Xiaosheng could guess that Xia Chunlin's death was related to her.

Xie Huairou has a straight and quiet face, but the calculations in his stomach are silent and fast.The more thoughtful a person is, the more he will keep thinking about things that he can't figure out and are about to get out of control.

"..."

But no matter how I think about it, I have no clue.

"Sister, I said this to make you feel confident, not to make you sleepless tonight."

Ji Yu seemed to feel something, reached out to smooth the pimple between her brows, and opened her eyes against sleepiness, "Like when I was a child, I will never be really angry with you."

The soft moonlight outside the window reflected in her smiling eyes, with a tolerant expression.

Her eyes are all about her.

Xie Huairou felt a palpitation in his heart for no reason, and immediately lowered his eyelashes, not daring to look at her again.Closing his eyes, he replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

She didn't care to distinguish whether there was any intention of beating.

For so many years, I have studied the sages' books hard to survive, and I have been cautious for the sages' books. I have no relatives, no friends, and only a touch of warmth in my ice-hole-like heart.

Only she calls her sister.

Anyway, Xie Huairou surrendered a long time ago.This little girl might have defeated her the day she held a tree branch and bared her teeth and claws at her. From now on, as long as she pulls her sleeves, she is willing to do anything for her.

It doesn't matter if it's a spear or a shield in her hand.

Even in the future, she will become the next Prime Minister Yuan Suqing who was thrown into prison by her mansion filled with [-] armors.

At least, she also contributed to her splendid country.

After Xie Huairou figured it out, his tangled heart relaxed.

Next to him was Ji Yuwen's soft body.

Get back some familiarity and peace of mind.With long eyelashes trembling slightly, I can sleep peacefully.

—

The next day, the willow tree next to the palace wall leaned against the calamus and swayed in the wind. A few warblers circled in mid-air, calling twice occasionally.

The east is not far away, the waning moon is in the sky, Xie Huairou waits at the gate of the palace on the grounds that there is an urgent matter to face the saint, with countless guards in the open and in the dark, as soon as the palace gate opens, the ordinary official sedan chair carries Ji Yu back to the palace .

The short stay in Xiangfu is over.

"Then," Ji Yu turned his head, his pupils were shining like glass beads, the corners of his eyes were bent, and he nodded slightly, "See you at the court, Mr. Right."

Xie Huairou smiled and nodded.

As Ji Yu walked forward, he was soon surrounded by worried court ladies and servants who asked about their health.

She waved her hand to say goodbye to Xie Huairou, without turning her head, the soft morning light fell on her crescent-colored clothes, and a layer of shining golden light fell.

For a moment, even the most common dress of female officials has the charm of a dragon robe.

Xie Huairou watched her leave.

It wasn't until she could no longer see her back that she bowed her head for a few seconds before turning around and getting on the official sedan back to the mansion.

—

Jiahe three years.

Just after the autumn harvest, the treasury is very rich.

Xie Huairou clenched her fist and slightly propped her face, her right finger bone tapped the edge of the table slowly and silently, this was a small gesture she was used to when she was in a bad mood.

After Zhuye saw it, he became more careful and concentrated, serving tea and pouring water, and there was almost no movement.

The small brocade box on the table was open, and the jade seal inside was stained with bright red ink pad, but it was slowly drying out due to the delay in use.

Xie Huairou frowned, his eyes fixed on the memorial, not knowing what he was thinking.

The national mourning is over.

It's the year of Jiji early today, it's time to choose a husband and attendant to set up a middle palace to give birth to the emperor's heir.

Dayan has not had a female emperor for a hundred years. Is the first criterion for an emperor's husband to be a family name or his own character and appearance, a prominent family, or to choose a poor family to prevent the disaster of his relatives?

Fight hard for this.

The important ministers quarreled in the courtroom citing scriptures.

This morning, due to this matter, the river embankment that was washed away by the flood in the south and the drought in Jizhou were all set aside.All the ministers came forward one after another to express their opinions on the proposed criteria and dates for the primary selection of husbands and servants.

The important ministers who have children of the right age in the family are vying to serve people around them.

There is also Chen Ruixi, a poor family Jinshi who has just been promoted, shyly, confessing his wish to stay away from the court and concentrate on serving the king.

Xie Huairou gently lowered her eyelashes, without any expression on her face, but her lips were tightly pursed into a line.

In her mind, Ji Yu sat on the dragon chair, helped Chen Ruixi to level up, and said "I will definitely consider Aiqing more", with a smile on his lips.

A blank memorial was spread out in front of him.

She had no idea what to write about it.

Xie Huairou is not a man, nor does he have any relatives of the right age in his family, so he obviously has nothing to do with this matter, so why should he care about it.

After a while, she sighed softly, and re-stained the Jizhou dry book next to it with ink pad and stamped it.

"..."

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the freshly brewed hot tea being replaced by a new cup.

But Xie Huairou didn't care.

Until a fair hand stretched out, picked up the memorial that she was about to present to Imamami as if no one else was there, and looked through it by herself.

Xie Huairou raised his eyes.

The whole person froze, "..."

Ji Yu dressed more plainly this time, his long hair that didn't reach the crown was loosely tied behind his head, and he was wearing a blue gown with a lapel and fluttering sleeves, and he didn't wear a lacquered sarong hat.

Simple scholar dress.

Looking at each other, she raised a slightly mischievous smile, "Cao Min pays tribute to Mr. Right Prime Minister. I heard that the plums in your backyard are particularly plump this year. Cooking wine must be a must?"

Xie Huairou "..."

After a few months, Ji Yu visited Xie Huairou's mansion privately again in his micro-service.

In the next second, Xiaohong gently pushed open a gap in the door. She saw Ji Yu, mumbled and walked in and said, "Master Chen, why did you come in first... Sit and drink tea, wait for me to report first." Is my family okay?"

There was a bit of familiar reproach in the tone.

Xie Huairou hurriedly interrupted her, "Okay, you step back first."

Xiaohong responded, and put down the freshly brewed tea cup.After bowing and saluting, he withdrew as promised.

Ji Yu lowered her eyes, and quickly scanned the contents of the memorial that she wanted to report to her. She raised her lips and smiled, "I played three or four times for this matter. My sister really cares about the common people in the world."

She closed the memorial in her hand and put it back gently.

When he raised his eyes, the corner of his eyes swept across her face.

Ji Yu's tone was like a low sigh, and he didn't look at each other, "Everyone in the court who can pass the papers up is staring at me closely."

After saying that, she only looked at Xie Huairou's expression from under her long eyelashes.

Xie Huairou pursed her lips, as usual with a calm and calm face.

"..."

Ji Yu raised his eyebrows unobtrusively, tapped the rice paper with his hand, and immediately turned around, smiling sweetly, "Is my sister just practicing calligraphy?"

Xie Huairou followed her gaze and looked at the pad of paper.

She couldn't remember this slightly uncommon word "?" before, but after looking it up in the dictionary, she just wrote it down a few times.

The literati of Dayan attach great importance to calligraphy, and various fonts are fashionable, and there is even a saying that one cannot be an official because of poor characters.

Her handwriting is not ugly, but among the civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty, it is firmly of the lowest rank.

After all, practicing calligraphy takes a lot of time.

She came from a humble background, although she never slackened in her homework, she still couldn't compare with the children of the noble clan who were educated and raised in various elegant styles in the prominent clan in terms of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Xie Huairou's long eyelashes drooped slightly, but he nodded without any rebuttal.

"Well, it's Zhong Yao who is here?" Ji Yu looked carefully, and said with a palm, "My sister's characters are between official script and regular script. They are quaint and elegant, and it is very interesting to appreciate them carefully."

"It's just that I can't learn official script or regular script." Xie Huairou bent his lips, of course he didn't dare to bear her obvious exaggerated compliment, "I am really ashamed."

Ji Yu didn't say anything.

She casually took a slender bamboo pole Langhao pen from the pen holder next to it, and dipped the pen and ink in the inkstone that was about to dry up.

With her wrist hanging flat, the tip of the pen follows the end of her two lines, leaving a "?" character.

The writing is neither fast nor slow, and it is not written carefully at all.

But it looks like Zhong Yao's characters that have been copied for a long time.

Xie Huairou looked at the handwriting that was different from hers, it was exquisitely crafted, and it seemed to be the most standard Zhong Yao calligraphy.He couldn't help lowering his head, and after holding back the smile on his lips.

Ji Yu is best at lowercase letters, and her handwriting is especially good in front of her.

Xie Huairou raised his eyes, there was still a hint of a smile on his lips, "Chen..."

The flattery had just begun.

In the next second, Ji Yu put the pen in her hand, held her hand, and moved to stand obliquely behind her.

"I'll teach my sister."

Like a teacher who enlightens young children, she patiently taught her how to hold a pen and become familiar with it.

Xie Huairou was startled and couldn't help but pause for breath.

The tip of the pen landed on the rice paper, but she didn't care to feel how the horizontal and curved hook exerted force when moving the pen.

"Concentrate," Ji Yu whispered softly in her ear with a half-smile.She leaned close to her back, and her arms weakly hugged her waist, "My sister is holding the pen too hard."

Xie Huairou didn't say a word, she trembled unconsciously when the breath brushed behind her ears.

After a while, he responded in a low voice.

The tone was still gentle and elegant, but the fair skin from the earlobe to the neck was pinkish.Tempting to kiss Fangze.

Ji Yu's eyes flickered, and he took her hand and taught her to write the second word slowly.

When she turned her face slightly, her lips softly and silently touched the place where the back of her neck was slightly protruding due to bowing her head.

A short, light, shallow kiss.

Xie Huairou's eyelashes trembled slightly, he let go of the pen in his hand for a moment, and quickly held it again.

I noticed something, but it seemed like nothing happened.The website has been changed, the website has been changed, the website has been changed, everyone re-collects the new website, the new computer version, after everyone saves it, it will be opened on the new website, and the old website will not be opened in the future,,