Chapter 381 The Dead Ghost Yongzheng: My fist is itchy!
"Empress Huang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the Queen Mother frowning, Queen Changli couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Shu Jin felt it carefully before murmuring: "I always feel that there is some air conditioning in the palace."
The queen smiled and said: "If the Queen feels cold, she might as well ask someone to burn the earth dragon."
Shu Jin shook his head: "It's not that cold."
Anyway, she couldn't explain clearly, "That's all, it doesn't matter." - It wasn't a dangerous feeling anyway, I guess it was because I was a little confused because of my age.
Queen Changli whispered softly: "Actually, I have one more thing to ask the Queen's Mother for instructions - I still hope that the Queen's Mother will tell you about the status of the sisters in the harem."
Shu Jin smiled and said: "Now that you are the queen, you can make the final decision on everything in the harem."
The queen's eyebrows were smiling, "I am young after all, and I need more guidance from the emperor to avoid making mistakes." As she said that, she took out a folder from her sleeve, "This is the list of canonizations that I have drafted. Please give me some advice."
Emperor Niangyi Lan."
The Fucha clan of the Later Jin Dynasty was granted the title Shufei, the Zhangjia clan was the virtuous concubine, the Gege Cuijia clan was the Cui concubine, the Gao clan was the Hui concubine, and the Jiang clan was the good noble concubine.
Regardless of rank or title, the reward was quite generous. Needless to say, the word "Shu Xian" is one of the best words, and the word "Cui" means beauty. It praises Gao's intelligence and calls Jiang's beauty.
Shu Jin then asked: "Have you shown it to the emperor?"
The queen said warmly: "Your Majesty has no time to spare. He sent a message the day before yesterday, saying that you can make the decision."
Shu Jin originally didn't want to care about these things, but she also knew that Hong Zhou had just become emperor and was really busy like a spinning top. She also knew that as a queen, she must be virtuous, so it was difficult for Chang Li to be a bad person.
Damn it, this evil person was supposed to be doing this job!
I'm really going to make trouble for your mother!
The queen lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and smiled as if she was guilty: "If the emperor feels it is inappropriate, I will make a decision when I go back."
Shu Jin smiled hurriedly, she knew that Changli was not reluctant to give up this mere concubine, and these concubines combined could not equal the Queen Changli alone.
However, Chang Li must also be aware that Hong Zhou does not like the Zhang Jia family and the Cui Jia family. If the position given to them is too high, Hong Zhou will be unhappy, but if it is given a low position, they will lose their virtue.
Thinking of the fact that Changli had done a lot of unpaid work for her over the years. Naturally, Shu Jin couldn't help but help with this small favor, and said: "I know you are virtuous and generous, but the position you hold depends on your moral character."
The Cui Jia clan’s status will be just one level." - Anyway, do you still dare to resent me?
Empress Dowager Shu Jin is fearless.
Queen Changli breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, I understand."
After Changli left, Shu Jin couldn't help but glance around the corner again.
"The Queen Mother?" Shuxiang, who had just brought in a cup of milk and bird's nest, also hurriedly looked at the place where the Queen Mother was looking, her face full of suspicion.
Shu Jin rubbed his eyes, "I seem to be dazzled again."
The dead ghost Yong Zheng floating in the corner has a stern look on his face. This Geng... can she see me?!
Shuxiang hurriedly put down the bird's nest and said, "Your Majesty, are you tired? Would you like me to help you go to the bedroom to rest for a while?"
Shu Jin leaned on the backrest of the Arhat couch, which was made of silver and blue satin, "Now Chang Li is busy with matters in the harem, so why bother me?"
As she said that, she glanced at an empty corner and said, "I always feel like something unclean has come into this palace."
The dead ghost Yongzheng was almost furious: You are the unclean thing!!
The sky was gloomy today, and the palace was extremely dark. There happened to be a burst of thunder outside. Shuxiang shivered with fright, and her face turned pale. "The Queen Mother, please don't scare me! This is the Cining Palace. There is a Bodhisattva to protect you, and I can't punish evil."
Invasion!"
Cining Palace is spacious and luxurious, and even the Buddhist hall is much larger than elsewhere. There is a nine-inch Guanyin made of pure gold enshrined in the Buddhist hall.
Cleaning the Buddhist niche, changing tributes, and offering incense and praying are called pious.
Shu Jin frowned, then stood up and headed straight for that corner.
Seeing Mr. Geng coming towards him, the dead ghost Yong Zheng was shocked and flew out of the palace without saying a word! Fortunately, he is now a ghost and can walk out through the wall without fear of obstacles.
In just such an instant, His Majesty the Ghost disappeared without a trace.
Shu Jin also felt at this moment that the coldness in the palace seemed to have been swept away. Although this small corner was dimly lit, it looked extremely normal.
She scratched the back of her head and said, "What's wrong with me lately? I'm always suspicious."
Shuxiang hurriedly came to help her, "It must be because the late emperor passed away and the queen mother misses her."
Shu Jin almost rolled his eyes, missing Yongzheng?!
Only a ghost misses that damn ghost!
I don't know how happy I am when he dies! She just can't sing and dance anymore!
At this moment, the dead ghost Yongzheng wanted to go to the military aircraft department to complain to his thirteenth brother, but not long after he floated out, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed a lot, and it looked like the clouds were about to clear up. The dead ghost Yongzheng
Horrible, Yongzheng had experienced the feeling of being accidentally exposed to the sun in his previous life and after his death. That feeling... well, it was slightly less severe than being hurt by Geng's invisible aura just now, but it was still very uncomfortable.
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Therefore, Yongzheng hurriedly flew into the Yangxin Hall without saying a word.
Your Majesty, the dead ghost, originally thought that at this hour, Hong Zhou must be criticizing the memorial, but he didn't expect that the boy was lazy! He was actually lying on the day bed with the memorial on his face, and he was taking a nap!
Yong Zheng became angry again, "There are so many memorials that have not been approved yet, and you actually slept in the middle of the day?! Get up quickly and approve the memorials for me!! This is important official business for all places and cannot be delayed!!"
It's a pity that Yin and Yang are separated, so the great living person Hong Zhou can't hear it.
The loyal chief eunuch Dou Huaizhong tiptoed and covered the newly enthroned Emperor with a thick black fox cloak.
But Hong Zhou was still shocked, so he stood up like a carp, the big cloak on his body also slipped off, and the memorial on his face fell to the ground with a clatter.
Dou Huaizhong hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "You deserve to die, this slave has disturbed the Holy Spirit!"
Hong Zhou looked like he had just recovered from the shock. He saw Dou Huaizhong kowtowing, and then he came back to his senses. He took a long breath: "It's okay, it's me... I dreamed about the late emperor." - It was not easy.
After taking a nap, he actually dreamed that Huang Kao scolded him and beat him twenty times! Then Hong Zhou woke up.
Dou Huaizhong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked up the cloak and memorial that had fallen to the ground. Seeing that the emperor's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, he quickly went to get the brocade handkerchief and presented it with both hands.
Hong Zhou wiped his forehead and glanced at his imperial case again, "Why are there so many memorials...?"
Dou Huaizhong bowed and said, "The Military Aircraft Department just sent another batch of discounts."
Hong Zhou's head was as big as a bucket, but he also knew that the discounts sent by the military aircraft department were not as good as those in the local area, so he could not delay them, so he had to brace himself to read the discounts.
Seeing this scene, Yong Zheng was a little satisfied. Seeing that Hong Zhou was still concentrating, Hong Zhou floated in front of her and scolded her with a grimace: "Where did you get so much sleep? Didn't you sleep last night?
Three hours?! Hmm? How long have you been sleeping just now?! Why are you sleeping in broad daylight?! Don't you know that the Miao territory is still uncertain and there are floods in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?! Do you still want to be the emperor?
! Thirteenth brother only slept for two hours last night, and you still have the nerve to sleep in the middle of the day! Hurry and gather your energy to deal with these things!"
Hong Zhou suddenly felt a chill on his face, and then his nose itched terribly. He hurriedly tried to cover his mouth and nose, but in the end it was too late!
"Ah sneeze!!"
A big sneeze came towards the face of the dead Majesty Yongzheng!
Dead Ghost Yongzheng: My fist is itchy!
Although the spittle in reality could not be sprayed on the dead ghost, it was the first time Yongzheng experienced the humiliation of being sneezed on.
"Asshole! Did you do this on purpose?!" The damned Majesty Yongzheng ran wild on the spot, "Both you and Mr. Geng are deliberately trying to make me angry, right?!"
His Majesty the Ghost cursed angrily. Although he knew clearly that Mr. Geng did not mean to hurt him and Hong Zhou did not mean to scold him, he was still extremely angry! Why, the thirteenth brother can see me, but you two can't?!
It must be that you two have too shallow feelings for me!!
When His Majesty the Ghost was reprimanding his son with all his teeth and claws, the eunuch Dou Huaizhong quickly stepped forward and reported: "Your Majesty, Prince Yi wants to see you."
Upon hearing this, His Majesty's curses stopped abruptly.
"Greetings to the Emperor!"
Seeing his thirteenth brother kowtow to Hong Zhou in greeting, His Majesty Yong Zheng felt a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Hong Zhou was very polite to this uncle. He raised his hand and said, "Uncle Thirteen, please get up." Then he turned to Dou Huaizhong and said, "Bring a chair to Prince Yi."
"Hey!" Dou Huaizhong quickly moved a Taishi chair covered with goose-yellow satin cushions.
Prince Yi bowed and thanked him, and then sat sideways and sat down. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the mid-air three inches in front of the imperial case - Prince Yi was slightly surprised.
"Uncle Thirteen?" Hong Zhou looked suspicious, "What's wrong with you?"
Prince Yi quickly lowered his head and said, "My lord, I am just surprised that there are so many memorials recently."
Hong Zhou stroked his forehead, "Speaking of this memorial -" Hong Zhou gritted his teeth, "These people are really endless. I have already made a decree not to report auspiciousness again! As a result, there are five or six more people today.
Feng Xiangrui Memorial!"
Prince Yi: "...Local officials just want to please the Holy One."
Hong Zhou grinded his teeth, "The more irritating ones are the greeting notes - there are so many that I can't even count them! Especially Hangzhou Weaving, they actually sent me three greeting notes this month!!"
The so-called "please greetings" is a special greeting to His Majesty the Emperor.
In short, there is nothing serious about it.
The dead ghost Yongzheng: The three major weaving companies really like to write greeting notes...
Prince Yi said: "The three major weaving companies were all personally appointed by the late emperor. They were afraid that they would not be trusted by the emperor, so they paid their respects so diligently."
Hong Zhou sneered: "I'll replace them when I have time!"
Prince Yi was noncommittal. The three major weavers were fat men and had always been the confidants of emperors throughout the ages. It was not an accident that the emperor wanted to replace him with someone he trusted.
But if the three major weaving companies knew that their fat servants had lost their invitations due to their own invitations, they would probably cry.
