Gu Jiali's hand holding the chopsticks paused, her thin lips pursed tightly, and her mood suddenly dropped due to the good food.
Qi Sheng pretended not to understand his expression, and silently winked at the short, fat official on the left. The man immediately stood up, and with a smile, he greeted several dancers to wait on Gu Jiali to drink and eat.
The singers have all received professional training, and their bodies are as soft as boneless, like willow branches carried by the spring breeze, leaning gracefully against Gu Jiali's body.
Seeing that a singer's snowy peak was about to touch his forehead, Gu Jiali's face darkened. He jumped up like a frightened little girl after seeing a cockroach, and quickly hid behind Zhiyi.
Every organ is filled with resistance.
The man rubbed his hands awkwardly and smiled coquettishly, "Don't you like splashes, Mr. Gu?"
Gu Jiali frowned and uttered a few words coldly: "The two sides are not the same size, ugly."
The man was startled and didn't realize what he was saying for a while. Instead, the despised singer clutched her chest and began to cry.
Shen Qingqing bit her lip and wanted to laugh a little, but the occasion was inappropriate, so she could only endure it.
It seems that Gu Jiali was quite polite to her yesterday, otherwise this mouth would make people mad to death.
"What about this one?" The man pointed to another singer with a flatter chest and a fresh and elegant temperament, "Does Mr. Gu like this?"
Gu Jiali's eyes stayed on the singer's face for a moment, "I don't like her eyebrows."
The singer with high and low eyebrows drooped her head and retreated.
The man didn't believe in evil, so he pointed at another one.
Gu Jiali didn't even raise his eyes this time. "The teeth are not straight." He discovered it while dancing.
"Everyone is here, can you just pick and choose whichever one you like?" The man almost knelt down in front of him.
Gu Jiali walked out from behind Zhiyi, glanced at the row of singers with cold eyes, and the words he spoke were colder than his eyes.
"There is a mole in the corner of my left eye, but not in the corner of my right eye. It's ugly."
"The shoulders are sloping, which is unsightly."
"..."
After a round of evaluation, several stunning singers all covered their faces and did not dare to see anyone. They were so thin-skinned that they wiped away tears on the spot.
The man introduced looked like he had eaten cow dung, his face turned green and red, and he hesitated in front of the hall, unable to speak a complete sentence.
Qi Sheng was no longer in the mood to drink, and stared at him with a gloomy expression, wishing he could punch two holes in his face.
Shen Qingqing was so uncomfortable holding back her laughter that her thighs were numb.
Only the person involved still looked cold and indifferent. He turned around and apologized to Qi Sheng: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was born with this temper and I can't change it."
Qi Sheng was extremely angry, but he really couldn't make a fuss about this matter because what he said was all true.
Gu Jiali, the Minister of Dali Temple, disliked the eldest princess's flat feet and unsteady walking and refused the queen's marriage proposal. The glorious story of the eldest princess who was so angry that she tried to commit suicide by jumping into a river spread to almost every corner of the capital. Later, the emperor issued an imperial edict to gradually stop the rumors.
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He is a stubborn old man who accepts death and doesn't even give face to the queen or princess. Why would he still care about an idle prince?
Qi Sheng took a deep breath and suppressed his anger before he could talk to him calmly: "It doesn't matter, it's just my lack of consideration."
Taking another deep breath, he continued: "Mr. Gu, you must be tired from the long journey. I have prepared the room. You can go back and rest after dinner. When the king is free, he will take you out to experience the customs and customs of Xiangcheng.
"
Gu Jiali replied "Thank you" and turned around to leave.
The three of them, led by the maid, had just left the gate of Nanyuan when they heard the sound of cups being smashed and benches being smashed behind them.
Shen Qingqing burst out laughing, and Zhiyi covered his mouth and snickered beside him.
Gu Jiali angrily turned around and said four words at the open door: "Shameful waste!"
This time, even the maid who led the way burst into laughter.
After entering the guest room and closing the door, Shen Qingqing smiled unscrupulously and said, "Master Gu, you are really a rare talent!"
Zhiyi stood by the door, smiling and telling her about Gu Jiali's past achievements: "Last year we went south to handle the case, but the local officials didn't understand your character and held the wedding banquet in a brothel. Guess what happened?"
"Master Gu went all out and made all the girls in the building cry?" Shen Qingqing asked with a smile.
"More than that, not only the women were crying, but the officials who were also crying were also crying. One of them cried so hard that he poked his head on the spot and almost couldn't be saved!"
Zhiyi crouched and spoke with excitement: "Later I heard that those women who had been criticized by adults hid in their rooms and cried for three days and three nights. They didn't even want to see the guests, so they just forced the brothel to close down."
Gu Jiali, who was crouching in front of the case sorting out documents, raised his head when he heard this and corrected him: "The brothel was sealed by my official order, not closed down by crying."
Zhiyi scratched his chin, quietly shook his head at Shen Qingqing, and fell silent.
Shen Qingqing finally remembered her current identity and walked to the case to help him organize his things.
Gu Jiali refused to let her do it, "I'll do it myself, you can't do it well."
Shen Qingqing was silent and thought to himself: It's just sorting out a few booklets, why does it have anything to do with not getting it right?
When he lowered his head and looked at it, he saw that the books that had been sorted by the table were neatly stacked in a stack, all of the same size, and the corners were perfectly aligned.
"..."
Shen Qingqing silently took back the words she complained about in her heart. She really didn't have the patience to do this kind of work.
During the rest of the time, Gu Jiali kept sorting out the books he had brought. Shen Qingqing sent Lazy Ball away to explore the topography of the palace, while she sat in front of the window and dozed off.
The whole morning passed in such a blur.
At noon, a servant knocked on the door and said that the prince had something important to do and that they needed to go to the kitchen to get food.
Everyone knew what was important, but they were just too lazy to meet Gu Jiali, an annoying guy.
As Gu Jiali's personal maid, the task of receiving meals naturally fell on Shen Qingqing.
Walking through the corridor and looking at the increasingly dark scenery around her, Shen Qingqing felt uneasy in her heart.
She twirled her hair around her ears and spoke to the boy leading the way unintentionally: "Brother, is the kitchen of the palace so remote?"
The boy paused for a moment, looked back at her, and smiled politely: "Actually, someone has already gone to deliver the food to Mr. Gu. We are going to see the prince. He has something to ask you."
Shen Qingqing suddenly realized that he was trying to get people around Gu Jiali and set his sights on her.
After entering the main hall, before saluting, Qi Sheng sat at the main seat, put down the cup in his hand on the table, and said softly: "I will waive the etiquette, let's sit down and eat."
Shen Qingqing turned her head and looked at the seats arranged beside her. On the mahogany table there was a dazzling array of wine, meat and cakes. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart: The backstage is good, and even the maids can take advantage of it.
She pretended to be surprised: "Your Majesty, is this not in line with etiquette?"
Qi Sheng laughed, staring at her with fierce and gloomy eyes like a beast, without saying a word. This chapter has been completed!