Late at night, in the imperial study room, a man in golden imperial robes was sitting in front of a desk writing furiously. There were piles of memorials in front of him.
I saw him, with his smooth and white face, showing his sharp and cold handsomeness; his deep black eyes with a charming luster, charming people's hearts; his thick eyebrows, high nose, beautiful lip shape, and evil charm
There is a kind of casual maturity on his face, showing off his nobility and elegance. He is the most beautiful man in the Beichen Empire and the king of the Beichen Empire, Jun Moli. After finishing the last memorial, Jun Moli
Mo Li put down the imperial pen.
"Defu, what time is it?" Without looking up, looking at the memorial he had just finished reviewing, Jun Moli asked the eunuch chief who was guarding not far away in a leisurely tone. "Back to the emperor, it is already the third watch.
Oh my god. Your Majesty, this is the ginseng tea that the Empress Dowager specially asked the servants to make for you." Knowing that Jun Moli had finished reviewing the memorial, Defu served the ginseng tea.
"Well, let's put it down first." After confirming that it was correct, Jun Moli put down the memorial in his hand and responded coldly.
When Jun Moli picked up the ginseng tea and was about to drink it, a strange smell came into his nose.
This is a cup of tea with added "stuff"! It seems that his mother has really good intentions.
Putting the ginseng tea back on the table, Jun Moli glanced sideways at Defu.
"Which master's palace does the emperor plan to go to tonight to rest?" Observing words and expressions is the way to survive in the palace. Seeing Jun Moli pick up the ginseng tea and put it down again, Defu's heart suddenly rose. But thinking of the Queen Mother, she still
The words in his ear were, "The Yi family is getting old and I want to hold my grandson in my arms as soon as possible!" Defu still gritted his teeth and asked bravely.
Although it was an inquiry, Defu, who had been with Jun Moli for many years, already knew what he was doing.
In the past two days, the two most favored concubines in the palace were Jun Moli's new concubines: Concubine Shu and Concubine Xian. These two were of considerable background.
The official positions in the Beichen Empire were divided into three public offices and six departments.
The three ministers are the prime minister, the imperial censor, and the Taiwei, who are responsible for administration, supervision, and military affairs.
The six departments are under the Three Dukes, including the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of Industry.
The concubine Shu, Shangguan Bing'er, was the daughter of the imperial censor at that time; the concubine Xian was Nangong Yuming, the youngest daughter of the imperial eunuch.
Thinking that Jun Moli had always treated the concubines in the harem equally, and in addition, Concubine Shu had already gone to bed with her last night, Defu guessed that Jun Moli would choose the virtuous concubine.
"Who was the bed attendant last night?" Jun Moli didn't even look at the bed attendant sign presented by Defu.
"If I return to the emperor, it will be Concubine Shu."
"Okay, then let's set up Zhaoming Palace tonight!" With a cold smile, Jun Moli decided on the person to be his bed attendant tonight.
He never cared about the women in the harem. They were just chips he used to contain the major forces in the court.
"Yes!" Zhaoming Palace is the palace of the Concubine Xian.
Inside Zhaoming Palace.
After just experiencing a storm, Nangong Yuming lay on Jun Moli's chest, her eyes as charming as silk, and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, you are busy with government affairs on weekdays, and you can't come to me often. I feel really depressed.
Therefore, I would like to ask you for a reward to comfort me for my longing for you."
"Oh? What reward does your beloved concubine want?" Jun Moli asked in the same unhurried tone.
"I beg the emperor to give me a child. I don't want to drink soup tomorrow." Unlike the Queen Mother, who was nervous about the royal heirs, Jun Moli would instruct the experienced palace maids to give the concubines who were sleeping after every call.
, I cooked a bowl of fertility soup.
With a look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, Jun Moli raised the chin of the beauty in front of her with her index finger. "It seems that I have indeed neglected my beloved concubine recently." The pity in those words gave Nangong Yuming a chance of winning.
"Since, my dear concubine, you feel bored, then don't go anywhere recently. Staying well in Zhaoming Palace and copying a few more volumes of Buddhist scriptures for the Queen Mother can be regarded as a sign of filial piety for me."
Nangong Yuming did not expect that the king who was whispering softly in her ear one moment would say the words the next moment, which would make her feel like she was falling into an ice cellar.
She was not mentally prepared at all and was stunned for a moment.
"Here comes someone!" Ignoring the astonished Nangong Yuming, Jun Moli stood up and got out of bed.
Defu pushed open the door and came to Jun Moli's side in a hurry. He signaled the palace people who came after him to help Jun Moli change clothes.
"Defu, please pass on my oral instructions. From now until the Queen Mother's birthday, the Concubine Xian will copy scriptures for the Queen Mother, and no one is allowed to disturb her."
"This slave obeys the imperial edict! What are you doing now, Your Majesty?" Defu did not squint his eyes and was careful in his words and deeds.
"Go back to the palace!" After saying that, Jun Moli changed into casual clothes and left Zhaoming Palace without looking back.
The next day, Jinluan Hall.
Above the court, Jun Moli, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was looking at the ministers with a stern expression.
"My dear friends, do you have any good ideas for dealing with the flooding in the Yellow River waters?"
As soon as these words came out, there was silence for a moment.
"I believe that the top priority is to allocate funds for disaster relief so that the displaced people can have something to rely on. I am not talented, so I am willing to use 100,000 taels of silver that I have accumulated over the years to share the emperor's worries, replenish the treasury, and provide relief to the victims." The speaker was Prime Minister Nalanyu.
.
Echoing Nalanyu's words, other ministers proposed to donate funds to replenish the national treasury to relieve the victims.
"Well, the words of the Prime Minister have won my heart, and I am worthy of being the head of the hundred officials. I am very pleased that the ministers are so considerate of the people's sentiments! Okay, the imperial manager has made a decree: allocate 5 million taels, rush to the Yellow River Basin, and all states will guard it.
Open warehouses to provide disaster relief and comfort the victims. At the same time, taxes in flood-stricken areas will be reduced for three years!"
"Cha!" Defu, who was standing beside the chair, had quickly prepared a decree as early as Jun Moli's exit.
Jun Moli waved his hand, and Defu understood.
"If you have something to do, go ahead, if nothing happens, leave the court!" Defu said loudly in a high-pitched voice.
"I have something to report!" Mr. Taiwei, who had been silent all this time, stood up.
Humph, it’s only been one night, and you’ve already received the news? It seems that the palace needs to be reorganized. Looking at Nangong Mo who was bending down humbly, Jun Moli’s evil face revealed bloodthirsty.
of coldness.
"Oh? I wonder what happened to Taiwei Qizhu?" Jun Moli asked lazily, keeping his composure.
"We heard that the emperor ordered Concubine Xian to copy Buddhist scriptures last night, and she was not allowed to leave the palace for a month. I wonder, what mistake did the empress make, and the emperor wanted to embarrass her like this?" I understand that foreign ministers are not allowed to interfere with the affairs of the harem.
, Taiwei Nangong Mo never mentioned the matter of sleeping with him, but asked Jun Moli for an explanation on the key issue.
"The Lieutenant is worrying too much. Do you know that the Queen Mother's birthday will be in half a year? I specially entrusted Concubine Xian to copy Buddhist scriptures and plan to give them to the Queen Mother to show my filial piety. I value Concubine Xian so much, how can it be said that it is embarrassing?
What?" The slow tone, word for word, gave people an irresistible sense of urgency.
"Even so, there is no need. She will not leave the palace for half a year. If the empress makes a mistake and offends the emperor, it will be the fault of the old minister. Please have mercy on the emperor. I am willing to resign and return to my hometown. I just ask the emperor not to embarrass the empress too much!
"The ups and downs of the voice were filled with determination.
Old guy! Are you threatening me? Humph!
Jun Moli smiled instead of being angry, "Your Majesty, Taiwei, you have spoken seriously. It seems that you have missed your beloved daughter too much recently, and you are a little tired due to your busy schedule. In this way, I will allow you to rest at home for a period of time. Concubine Xian, I will not
Let her copy Buddhist scriptures, and then let her go home to accompany Mr. Taiwei."
At this time, Jun Moli had a gentle smile on his charming and handsome face, but what he said caught Nangong Mo off guard.
Without waiting for Nangong Mo's response, Jun Moli rolled up his sleeves and stood up, leaving the Jinluan Palace.
"Retreat from the court." Defu, who had served Jun Moli for many years, naturally knew what Jun Moli meant. The words he said signaled the end of the early court.
Royal study room.
Jun Moli leaned on his seat, his thoughts flying.
He had forgotten that the Taiwei's wife and the Queen Mother were still cousins.
To him, women are nothing more than playthings for fun in his spare time.
Those women in the harem want to give birth to his children? Humph, they are not qualified!
only……
Looking at Defu who was standing silently aside, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Jun Moli's mouth.
"Defu, how long have you been with me?" Jun Moli asked seemingly unintentionally.
"Back to the emperor, this servant has been with you and served you since you were the little prince. Now that I think about it, it has been ten years." Although Defu didn't understand why Jun Moli asked this question,
He answered his question anyway.
"Ten years, it's been so long. But, haven't these ten years allowed you to recognize who your master is?" The topic changed, and Jun Moli's cold words revealed a chill.
"Pfft-" Knowing that he could not hide it from the emperor in front of him, Defu knelt down with trembling legs.
"Your Majesty, have mercy on me! Your Majesty, have mercy on me! I will never dare to do this again!" Defu begged for mercy sadly.
"Because you have served me for so many years, I can spare you what happened last night and this morning. But it's only three things. If there is another time..." Jun Moli's voice was low and slow.
warning.
"I don't dare. My master is the emperor. Even if someone puts a knife on my neck in the future, I will never betray the emperor again!" I feel like Telford who has been through hell.
Tears flowed freely and he swore to the sky.
"Well, get up." Seeing that he was almost intimidated, Jun Moli returned to his original indifferent tone.
"Tell me about something special happening in the capital recently."