Before the Qin Dynasty, the princes were separated and each had their own power. At that time, there was no word "censor". The only thing that was slightly relevant was that around each prince, there was an official called "Shi". It is similar to modern times.
The secretary was responsible for writing manuscripts beside the princes and recording some important events that happened.
It was not until the Qin Dynasty and the unification of the six kingdoms that formal censors began to appear, but unlike the previous "secretaries", they were responsible for supervising the court and the officials of the princes.
To put it simply, the task of the official position of censor is one thing: to point out the mistakes of the king and ministers and give them loyal advice.
However, people always hate hearing offensive words.
This is human nature. For example, you know that eating more ice cream will make you fat. Now there are two people in front of you. One praises you for your beauty and says that you are still beautiful no matter how much you eat. The other says that you are like a pig and only knows how to eat, and advises you.
Stop eating it.
Which statement would you be happier to hear?
Therefore, some censors were killed by the angry emperor because their loyal words were offensive too many times or their words were too fierce.
Such censors are often famous and famous throughout the ages. People think that they are outspoken critics who sacrificed their lives for the country, the country and the people.
What was placed in front of Yin now was a memorial from a censor.
Different from other memorials that are either urgent or carefully considered, this memorial is not about the suffering of the people or the military situation on the frontier, but about the things that have been set up as a stage in the Forbidden City.
For the celebrations and joyous events that were sometimes held in the palace, Yin ordered people to set up a stage in the Forbidden City, and famous troupes from the capital would come to the palace to perform.
Therefore, the censor insisted: The emperor is about to degenerate, indulge in sensuality, and become a coward!
He hurriedly took the zhezi, but when he saw that the emperor had no reaction, he chased after the second zhezi.
The first two times made Yin dumbfounded and too lazy to talk to him, but this time, the censor burst into tears and filled up more than a dozen pieces of paper. Each piece of paper talked about the present and the past, citing classics, as if Yin
Setting up a stage is a heinous crime.
After going around and around, I still want to express the central meaning: Your Majesty, you are not allowed to act on stage!
"If you want to gain fame, three folds are enough. If you continue to be frivolous, I will kill you." Yin wrote these fifteen words on the memorial coldly, and then threw the memorial into a pile of paper beside him.
If you want to gain fame and reputation, three memorials are enough. If you continue to hesitate, I will definitely kill you.
It didn't really matter to Yin whether the stage was suitable for him or not. He was not keen on going to the theater, but this reluctant attitude touched his skin.
I don't know if it's because of his inner personality, or because as an emperor, he is used to controlling the overall situation and giving orders. In short, he hates being forced to do things the most.
Whether it was when he was young and just able to walk, he was forced to drink medicine he didn't like by the foster mother in his elder brother's home; or when he grew up and went to study in the study room, his teacher forced him to read something he didn't approve of.
principle.
Or maybe now, right in front of me, Concubine Nian is urging her to drink this bowl of fish soup.
After Yin finished writing the last three words "Must kill you", a drop of cinnabar fell from the tip of the imperial pen and slowly became wet, revealing a circle of rouge tears on the memorial.
"Your Majesty..." Concubine Nian was still talking to herself: "Next month is my brother's birthday. I was thinking that over the years, my brother has been running around, fighting on the battlefield, and working hard for the Emperor. This
It’s my birthday, no matter what, I want to give my brother a good time. If my brother sees that the emperor treats me so well, he will definitely be happy too!”
Yin heard her mention Nian Gengyao and used Nian Gengyao to remind herself to go to Yikun Palace more often. The coldness in her eyes became stronger, but she still smiled and said: "Liang Gong's birthday is approaching, but I almost forgot.
Thanks to Concubine Nian for reminding me, I want to celebrate Liang Gong!"
"Liang Gong" is the name of Nian Gengyao. Generally, only people of the same generation would call him by this name. As the emperor, calling him like this is actually condescending. Only heroes or close ministers would do this.
Concubine Nian was happy and finally gave up on the fish soup. She got up and made an appointment with Yin to have dinner together at Yikun Palace tomorrow, then knelt down and resigned.
After she left, Su Peisheng didn't say anything. He silently put away Concubine Nian's fish soup, and brought out the brewed tea. When Yin picked it up and took a sip, his face became slightly calmer, and then he whispered: "Your Majesty,
, then good luck will be with you tonight...".
Yin put the tea cup on the table: "As usual."
When Ji Ling was carried into the Yin Palace for the second time, he was no longer as nervous as the last time, but even so, he was still a little uneasy when he saw the bright yellow bed curtain.
The difference from the last time is that this time, when Yin came in, he seemed to be carrying an indescribable anger. The anger was scurrying around in his chest like a wild beast. When it was fierce, it seemed to burst out of his chest.
out
Ji Ling didn't know who had the courage to provoke him.
But of course she wouldn't be stupid enough to ask.
She just shut her mouth obediently.
Everything has two sides. On the one hand, it is indeed quite unlucky for me to go to bed at a time when the emperor is not very happy.
But think about it from the other side: The emperor was in a bad mood, but he still didn't cancel the decision to let her sleep with her. What does this mean? It means that the emperor at least doesn't hate her.
The concubines who attended the bed were all wrapped in quilts.
Yin Yi raised his hand, quickly removed Ji Ling's protective shell, and then neatly undressed himself.
As the muscle lines on his back gradually appeared in front of Ji Ling, Ji Ling remembered the last scene and couldn't help but blush.
Such a red head and face are not good-looking at all, just like a overcooked shrimp. It’s really terrible!
Ji Ling himself knew this, but he just couldn't control it.
Yin took off his clothes and turned his head to see that Ji's face was red, red to the roots of her ears, feeling embarrassed and stupid.
He stretched out his hand narrowly and lifted up her long hair, and saw that her face was even redder than last time, and it reached her neck.
The quilt had just been torn off by him, and she picked it up again, stacking it up to cover herself, revealing only a thin, embarrassed little face. But this face had a look of joy.
Her joy could not be hidden.
Yin still held a handful of her hair in his hand, and felt that her hair was soft, her person was soft, and her expression was also soft.
It's glutinous like a small glutinous rice dumpling that has just come out of the steamer, waiting for him to round it up and flatten it.
A soft touch that he had never experienced before actually arose in Yin's heart. When he realized this, even he was a little surprised.
In order to cover it up, he touched Ji Ling's face and pinched her neck, as if he was sizing up a pet. Then without saying too much, he hugged her directly.
Gradually, Ji Ling felt dizzy and closed her eyes. She felt that the dim yellow light from the palace lamp outside the bed tent seemed to have unlimited penetrating power, shining directly until her eyelids were blood red, making it difficult to tell what night it was.