Chapter 26 If you were a woman, how would you rate me?
Di Qianao frowned, "Luo Changan asked Nighthawk to be her witness, and asked my cronies to come and send a message. Will he be able to convince me that she really followed my will? If so, I will teach her to hide it.
My seat is too good to sit in."
Haiyin smiled suddenly, "Currently, only Nighthawk believes that Luo Changan really hit that girl. Just like last time, when he secretly delivered water to Aunt Mei, only Luo Changan and Nighthawk believe that the two of them did it perfectly. The emperor sent
It’s quite a hard job for those guards in gilded uniforms who guard Aunt Mei’s woodshed, and as a sparring partner.”
Haiyin felt like laughing when he thought about the last time. It turned out that Luo Changan was exploring back and forth at the door of the woodshed, looking for an opportunity to deliver water to Aunt Mei. He was immediately discovered by Jin Yiwei, who came to inform the emperor.
Ordering all the Jin Yiwei to eat at lunch time, without arranging guards for the handover. It is tantamount to letting Luo Changan off the hook.
Di Qianao pursed his lips and said with a low smile: "If I send someone to examine the injury to see if it is really fifteen strokes, how will Luo Changan react?"
Haiyin covered his mouth and couldn't stop laughing. He had been with the emperor since he was born. When the emperor was wearing crotchless pants, he often hugged him and played with him. Now when he looks at the emperor, he and his daughter become affectionate, even though they are touching each other quietly.
Secret love is enough for him, but he is afraid that free love will not bear fruit. In this deep palace, freedom is a luxury, especially for a person like the emperor. Marriage is like a political transaction, which has been arranged from birth.
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"Then his eyes would be red, he would be angry but dare not speak out, and his little heart would be frustrated again. Then he would cry and say, Emperor, how could you do this?"
Di Qianao sighed, "Hai Yin, tell the truth, if you use gentleness to score, if you were a woman, how would you rate me?"
"this......"
"It's okay, let's chat as friends and elders. You have assisted the emperors of three dynasties and made countless contributions. Don't worry too much. I won't blame you if you don't answer well."
Haiyin immediately held his stomach in discomfort, wrinkled his face, and cried out incessantly: "Emperor, you should just kill the slave. The slave cannot lie and deceive you. You really have nothing to do with Wen Wenwen. Even if the slave is really a woman, you can only
I’ll give you zero points. Just look at the frightened look in Luo Changan’s eyes when he saw you.”
However, the emperor is the king of a country. How can he govern the country if he is gentle? It is normal to be decisive in killing. Is it possible that when he goes to court, he can't recite a poem tenderly to all the civil and military officials?...
Di Qianao said displeased: "It's unreasonable. A zero score is too arbitrary! Re-score from the standpoint of a monarch and a minister."
"Full marks! The emperor dares to say that he is the second gentlest. No one dares to say that he is the first."
Domineering, autocratic, ruthless!
Haiyin's hands broke into a cold sweat.
The emperor's clearness really has nothing to do with gentleness.
Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. Is it easy for me? I feel like I can lose my head talking all day long. This happens every day.
Di Qianao picked up the memorial and read it carefully.
Haiyin coughed slightly and said, "Then, arrange for someone to examine the injury?"
Di Qianao waved his hand, "No need."
Luo Changan's rebellious voice sounded in his ears, 'Di Qianao, I hate you, I hate you the most.' If he sent someone to examine the injury, he might think it was funny to expose her and see how helpless she looked, but she should probably
I hate him even more.
Haiyin thought, yes, the emperor had a very bad impression in Luo Changan's heart. He was neither gentle nor considerate, autocratic, barbaric, and sentimental. The most important thing was that he bullied Luo Changan in vain and refused to take responsibility. He didn't even have a title.
Not even given.
Hey, scumbag.
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It started to snow in the middle of the afternoon, and the temperature dropped sharply in the already cold winter.
Luo Changan was sitting in front of the desk, copying the palace rules. There were ten volumes of the palace rules in total. She got the parchment paper book from Aunt Mei. In the cold winter, the parchment was a bit hard.
Each volume has about 10,000 words. The number of words in each volume varies, ranging from more than 12,000 to more than 9,000 words. The average is about 10,000 words.
Three months and ninety days to complete the copying of ten volumes, which is equivalent to copying 3,333 words per day. Luo Changan plans to copy 3,500 words per day. Calculated in this way, it will be completed in less than three months.
You can finish the copying, in case there are any changes in the middle. You cannot copy it on the same day. It is better to copy more in advance, rather than leaving it behind and causing trouble if you fail to complete the task.
In addition, after Luo Changan planned to leave the palace, he wanted to take a vacation and leave the palace. Each slave had two days of vacation per month. She had not taken a vacation since she came in. She just thought that she could not take a vacation for a year, so she could be with her family.
On the anniversary of his death, he is given two days off at a time. Aunt Mei is very considerate of her subordinates and should allow her to take leave.
The anniversary of her family's death has passed, but she did not go out to burn some paper money on the anniversary. These days, she always felt that after falling asleep, her younger brother and her mother sat next to her. Her mother said that it was getting cold over there, and she wanted to buy something for her younger brother.
Some new clothes.
It is forbidden to worship and burn paper money in the palace. This is a taboo. Those worshiped in the palace are the ancestors or clan members of the royal family.
If a slave secretly draws circles and burns paper money to worship his family, if he is caught, it will be disrespectful to the royal family and he will be punished with death.
Luo Changan had been copying for an hour, about 1,700 words, and her hands and feet were cold. She rubbed her numb hands and stamped her feet to try to keep herself warm as much as possible.
It's really too cold.
Luo Changan could hardly copy anymore.
She took out the jade pendant given to her by Murong Jue from her sleeve, and looked at it carefully. The scene of the whole house being slaughtered was vividly in her mind, and the miserable screams lingered in her ears.
Compared with the deep pain of being wiped out, this coldness is nothing!
Luo Changan picked up the writing brush and continued to copy stroke by stroke. She wrote every stroke and radical in a neat and elegant way.
Dad said that women, like men, should read, read more, enrich their own sentiments, and open their eyes to see the world. Women should not rest on their laurels and become men's tools for raising children.
Her father even intended to train Luo Changan to be the heir to the family business. Their family's cloth business was very big back then. Half of the cloth used in the palace was supplied by her father's cloth shop, and the best quality cloth was supplied to the emperor.
, the Queen Mother, and the best ones are given to concubines, princes, etc.
Dad is a good and competent father, but it is a pity that Luo Changan was separated from him forever before he could inherit his mantle.
"Sister Chang'an, there's someone at the door. It's Song Panyan, the wife of Murong Jue's family. Master Murong is also here, waiting for her from a distance." Xiao Tao opened the door curtain and poked her little head in, "Mr. Murong
He told me to come in and deliver the message, saying that he wanted me to inform Aunt Mei and Sister Chang'an. I didn't see Aunt Mei, so I came to pass the message to my sister."
Luo Changan's pen tip suddenly stopped and penetrated the back of the paper. She said without changing her expression: "I know, I'll go take a look."
Luo Changan placed the pen on the inkstone, then stood in front of the mirror, tidied up his simple clothes, put the jade around his neck, and wore it close to his skin. The cold jade brought extreme coldness to the skin of his heart.