At this time, Yun'er suddenly stopped, as if she thought of something, covered her mouth and whispered: "Could it be that he is...the emperor?"
Shen Lie also shivered in fright, and his buttocks clenched involuntarily. He thought about it, and then firmly shook his head: "No!"
How could he be the Wanli Emperor?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Shen Lie's mind. From the history he knew, what kind of person was Emperor Wanli?
Mean and ungrateful, moody, and ruthless, he has not been in court for twenty-eight years...
Thinking of Mr. Zhen’s innocent smiling face and his approachable manner when speaking, how could he be the emperor?
impossible!
So Shen Lie quickly erased this thought from his mind and pondered: "Maybe he is a relative, maybe he is the nephew of the Queen Mother."
The more Shen Lie thought about it, the more reliable it became.
pretty close.
Yun'er thought for a while and agreed: "The young master is right."
at dusk.
In the palace.
Wanli held a large bag of potato chips and happily walked into a small courtyard deep in the harem. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he softly shouted: "Jing'er, Jing'er."
As Lord Long Live arrived, the maids who were cleaning the quiet courtyard quickly bowed down and knelt on the ground.
But Wanli waved his hand indifferently and walked straight into the bedroom. At this time, a stunning woman dressed as a concubine came out of the bedroom.
Although this woman is only seventeen or eighteen years old, she is very beautiful and fair-skinned, with an oval face, dark eyebrows slightly wrinkled like a peach holding a heart, her graceful figure seems to be weak and boneless, and the gorgeous clothes she wears show that Her identity was revealed, she was a concubine in the harem.
Her surname is Zheng. She stood out in a talent show three years ago and was given the title of Zhaoyi. She is the third-class concubine in the harem after the queen and imperial concubine. Her birth name is Jing'er.
As Zheng Zhaoyi bowed down in obeisance, she said in a sweet voice: "My servants, please pay respect to the Holy One."
But Wanli hurriedly took her soft jade arms to support his favorite concubine, and then said happily: "Jing'er, come here... I have brought you delicious food."
Zheng Zhaoyi stood up, looked at the large bag of potato chips in Long Live Master's hand with a pair of bright eyes, and said curiously: "Your Majesty, this is..."
She has never seen what kind of food this is.
Wanli blinked at her and said mysteriously: "I brought it back from outside the palace."
Zheng Zhaoyi was startled, quickly covered her red mouth, and whispered: "When did Your Majesty leave the palace? Does the Queen Mother know..."
Wanli's interest did not diminish and he said perfunctorily: "Don't ask... come and try it."
Zheng Zhaoyi hurriedly swallowed the second half of the words, and her bright black and white eyes flashed, and the elegant and charming woman rushed towards her face.
The red lips were slightly opened, and she said happily: "Thank you for your mercy."
She picked up a potato chip with her green-white hands, bit it lightly and made a crisp sound. A look of surprise appeared on her jade-like face.
"ah."
Zheng Zhaoyi carefully swallowed this delicacy that she had never tasted before, trying not to make a sound, but she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Wanli then asked as if he was offering a treasure: "Is it delicious?"
Looking at the innocent and pretty expression of this beloved concubine, her charming face and plump figure exude a youthful and charming atmosphere.
Wanli couldn't help but swallow, moisten his throat, and couldn't help but reach out his hand and caress Zheng Zhaoyi's soft and slender waist.
Zheng Zhaoyi lowered her snow-white neck in astonishment, but then raised her head and looked lovingly at her with her bright, talkative eyes, which were full of longing.
Among so many concubines in the harem, his favorite was Zheng Zhaoyi, not only because of her charming and charming style, but also because...
Empress Wang was chosen after discussion between his mother and Zhang Juzheng, without asking for his opinion at all, which made him feel some instinctive resistance.
In addition, the Queen Wang Xi was too dignified, so he couldn't help but stay away from her. As time went by, he put all his love on Zheng Shuyi.
As for the low-level palace maid who happened to be pregnant on his whim, he had already forgotten about it.
Although according to the ancestral system of the Ming Dynasty, the palace maid with the surname Wang is now pregnant with the dragon seed, and automatically has the status of a noble concubine, and is also protected by the Queen Mother.
But Wanli didn't like that woman at all...
Eighteen-year-old Wanli still didn't understand what a terrible disaster his impulsiveness and failure to control his belt would bring to the prosperous Ming Dynasty.
Now his mind is filled with Zheng Zhaoyi, and he becomes more and more dependent on this charming woman day by day.
Eighteen-year-old Wanli never thought about establishing a prince.
He didn't even realize that it was not up to him, the emperor, to decide who he would have children with and who he would make the prince.
This matter involves the Ming Dynasty's ancestral system and the thousands of years of inheritance of respect for elders and younger ones.
In silence.
From deep in the harem, the laughter of the young emperor and his beloved concubine could be heard from time to time. A bag of potato chips was quickly eaten by Wanli and Zheng Zhaoyi.
The palace maid hurriedly handed over two handkerchiefs.
Wan Li took the handkerchief and wiped his hands. Suddenly he seemed to remember something, so he smiled at Zheng Zhaoyi and said, "I'm telling you, I met a strange man outside the palace today."
Zheng Zhaoyi hurriedly echoed: "Oh... what a strange person he is. He can actually make Long Live miss him so much. Come and tell me, please tell me."
Amidst the flattery and agreement of his beloved concubine, Wanli's fat and white face showed an interesting smile, and Shen Lie's sunny smile emerged in his heart.
Suddenly he walked to the table and picked up the fine wolf hair, dipped it in some ink, and wrote a line of writing on the open rice paper.
A stroke of the pen.
Wan Li wrote a couplet: "Every man who is righteous and slaughters a dog will be sad, and a man who is heartless will be a scholar."
Looking at the unexpected couplet, Wan Li showed a meaningful smile, while Zheng Zhaoyi hurriedly covered her mouth and let out an exclamation.
"ah!"
Zheng Zhaoyi was startled. She tasted the couplet carefully and stuck out her tongue cutely at Long Live Lord: "Long live...who made this couplet?"
This tone is too loud. If this couplet spreads and is seen by scholars all over the world, I am afraid it will cause an uproar!
This is clearly an enemy of the scholars in the world...
Can that end well?
But Wanli didn't take it seriously. Instead, he smiled and said, "I've already told you that he is a strange man. I think he is a great talent."
"Scholar, scholar..."
As he murmured the words "scholar", Wanli sneered.
Although Zhaoyi was surprised, she stood obediently aside and pretended not to see anything.
Two days later, early in the morning.
Shen Lie slowly opened the door of Bianyifang and walked into the kitchen.
After placing the slightly messy ingredients, he walked to the backyard and looked at the disposable lunch boxes and disposable chopsticks piled up into a hill.
Shen Lie stretched out comfortably and looked at the small shop he had worked so hard to build, feeling a little proud in his heart.
It’s not easy!
The only fly in the ointment is that Zhang Jingxiu is still grounded at home. It seems that she has gotten into a lot of trouble this time and will not be able to get out for a while.
Shen Lie touched his head with a guilty conscience, and then started his daily routine of busy work again, arranging today's lunch boxes for Beizhen Fusi and the Supervisor of Ceremony.
Busy time always flies by.
Soon it was afternoon.
After dinner, the diners left in twos and threes. Shen Lie, Yun'er, Aunt Li and others cooked a few more dishes and sat around the table chatting about home affairs.