Qi Baoer didn't know what Zheng Xiang wanted. She only knew that she hated the emperor a little now.
"I don't want to go to court." She whispered and fell into Qiu Yu's arms.
I don’t know what this girl has been eating in the past few years, but she is so good and comfortable.
Alas, ever since it was confirmed that her cultivation level could no longer rise, Qi Baoer's daily routine has become more and more normal. She usually doesn't get up before ten o'clock in the morning, and she has to take a one to two hour lunch break at noon, and in the evening
No accident, I fell asleep before ten o'clock. [Are you sure this is a normal person's schedule?]
You said that the torture of waking her up at five in the morning was barely bearable for a day or two. Thinking that it will always be like this from now on, Qi Bao'er wants to take a shower.
My princess is really becoming more and more coquettish, but the princess is good-looking, has a nice voice, and is very capable, so she deserves to be pampered.
Moreover, the feeling of being coquettishly supported by the princess is simply not a good feeling.
Qiu Yu felt that her heart was about to melt, and the voice was so soft that she even doubted that it was coming from her.
"Princess, be patient and just stick to today."
The minister does not have to go to court every day. It is only required that all officials go to court on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. The minister of the court has to go there; on weekdays, he is in the range of whether he can go or not.
The reason why I say I can go or not is because:
——According to the rules, officials of the third rank and above in Beijing must go to court every day. However, this rule is not an explicit rule. It is just because this has been the case since the founding of the Qilin Kingdom, so it has become a rule.
But if you don’t want to go, that’s fine as long as the emperor agrees, or if you just turn a blind eye and don’t mind.
Of course, no one has done this before.
After all, being able to go to court is a symbol of status and an opportunity to get close to the emperor. Who would be stupid enough to let go of such an opportunity?
That is to say, Qi Bao'er's master is unreliable and his personal maid only follows his master's will to persuade him to do this.
Qi Baoer's head was still pounding against the turbulent waves, "Qiu Yu, your master, I'm sleepy."
Qiu Yu hurriedly supported her with one hand and went to get the warm tea on the table. This was sent by Master Zhuoqi last night, saying that it was a refreshing tea specially prepared for the princess.
Yesterday, she was still wondering why Mr. Zhuoqi would bring this kind of tea to the princess. From the sound of the name Xingshen, it should be similar to the sobering tea, which makes people feel refreshed.
Is it possible that Master Zhuoqi is worried that the princess will be too busy to even have time to rest after joining the war department?
Then one morning when the servants were preparing the princess's car for her trip, Miss Zhuoyu hurried over again and specifically reminded her not to forget to prepare a pot of soothing tea, and that it must be filled with a white jade teapot.
, it is said that it can ensure that the fragrance of tea does not dissipate.
It wasn't until the princess couldn't wake her up that she finally understood the true function of the awakening tea. [On weekdays, Qi Bao'er doesn't wake up, so how can a servant like Qiu Yu dare to wake her up? 】
Qi Bao'er drank the refreshing tea with Qiu Yu's hand, and was about to plunge into the rough waves again when a refined man's voice came from outside the carriage.
"Is this the car in front of you that serves as Minister Qi?"
Said to be the front, in fact, the two teams were only a few steps apart. If the guards at the front and rear were added, the two teams were almost parallel.
Another report came from outside the car, "Sir, it's Mr. Zheng Xiang."
Huh~?
Prime Minister Zheng?
What a fate, she and the housekeeper chatted about him last night.
The other party was a first-class prime minister, so he naturally did not have to retreat behind others. However, it was clear that Prime Minister Zheng had an explanation. After the carriage caught up, he did not go ahead of them, but rode alongside them.
Qi Bao'er can't pretend he didn't see this stance.
He glanced at the rough waves reluctantly, sat upright on the soft chair on the left [Prime Minister Zheng's carriage was on the right], and signaled Qiu Yu to open the window.
I don’t know if the carriage that the officials of Qilin State’s capital were riding in the capital was just to facilitate their chatting with each other without having to get off the carriage. The carriage windows were designed to be at least twice larger than those of ordinary carriage windows, occupying nearly one-third of the carriage.
The carriage wall.
Fortunately, the windows are only on the upper half of the carriage wall. In addition to curtains, there are also push-pull windows. You can control the size of the windows by yourself. Even if they are opened to the maximum, it is not possible for two carriages like them to look at each other side by side.
Only the shoulders of the people in the carriage opposite could be seen.
Qiu Yu opened the curtains and windows, and sure enough, Zheng Xiang in the carriage on the right was already sitting on the right side of the carriage, facing her.
Seeing the person opposite, Qi Baoer's eyes lit up slightly.
It's not because of his looks, although he's not bad looking, I should say he's pretty handsome; but that's not the reason why Qi Bao'er's eyes are bright, it's the golden light of merit that comes with this girl.
Damn, it almost blinded her.
"See Mr. Zheng Xiang."
They were all sitting in carriages, regardless of the details. Besides, Qi Bao'er was the one who the emperor himself said that he didn't even need to kneel before the emperor, so Qi Bao'er didn't get up to salute. Instead, he was still sitting and made a low-grade salute.
See high-grade hand offerings.
Zheng Xiang smiled and said: "You and I are officials in the same court, so we don't need to be so polite."
When Qi Bao'er closed his hands and sat down, he asked again: "I wonder if Mr. Qi will be free after he goes to court? I don't know if he is so lucky. Can I ask Mr. Qi to pay his respects?"
Three questions, but the problem is, she has a lower official position than him, can she say no?
Well, she can.
But Qi Bao'er was a little curious about the purpose of inviting her on her first day in court?!
A person whose body can be dazzled by golden light is said to not do anything evil.
Stumped, are you trying to win over her?
No, it was her first day in court today, and she parachuted into the Ministry of War to snatch the position of minister. How many people were watching her. If you really wanted to win over her, it would be unsightly to get close to her at this time.
Prime Minister Zheng is only twenty-seven years old. Someone who becomes prime minister at such a young age cannot be a fool, and naturally he will not make such a low-level mistake.
That is???
Could it be that he wanted to ask her for something?
He murmured in his heart, and nodded with a smile on his face, "Xiang Zheng invites you, I pray for your honor."
Zheng Xiang smiled and nodded, and the curtains on the opposite side were lowered.
With a wink, Qiu Yu also closed half of the car window and lowered the curtains, then knelt down next to Qi Bao'er and squeezed her legs.
On the other side, inside Zheng Xiang's carriage, which accelerated and soon passed Qi Bao'er, what Qi Bao'er didn't see was that there was actually a person sitting on the main seat inside.
This Mr. Miao is a man with a long-term vision. After he got the papermaking, he did not keep it for himself, but dedicated it to the court. He did not ask for any benefits, and his only request was that all scholars could use the paper.
Therefore, papermaking has been in the hands of the imperial court since then.
Until the year when the old man of the Zheng family was wrongly accused, the Zheng family did not know what they did or why they traded with the emperor. In short, it was the papermaking technology that had been in the hands of the imperial court. The emperor rewarded the Zheng family to learn it and allowed the Zheng family to learn it.
Make your own paper.
From then on, papermaking became an heirloom of the Zheng family, and it was only passed down to the direct lineage.
Then the problem comes, the current papermaking technology is in the hands of the concubine of the Zheng family.
Thinking of this, Butler Qi suddenly felt relaxed all over.
Oops, he was the one who wanted to help me.
Prime Minister Zheng should have long wanted to kill that bastard.
