The two of them were silent for a long time, thinking that this dead soldier might have lost his brain in his mother's womb. With his level of understanding, it would be difficult to catch Xiao Tao under Mei Guan, let alone the emperor!
Wu Shuye really couldn't bear the stupidity of his subordinates, so he slapped the dead man to death and told him to seize the time to reincarnate. He then had someone carry the body out and dispose of it, and then he calmed down a little.
"They are lucky this time!" Concubine Wu was furious. She was humiliated by the Queen Mother for several days. She knelt on her knees until it was dark. She couldn't help blaming Luo Changan for this, and only said: "Only on the emperor's birthday in a while, I will give you
The queen arranges some unexpected surprises, and even if she doesn't die, she will step down."
"Sister-in-law, that guy thinks his position is secure. Don't even think about it!"
After the brother and sister worked together for a while, Mrs. Wu left the Governor's Mansion.
Wu Shuye was very angry after losing hundreds of dead soldiers at the hands of the empress. There was no way to explain his anger, so he quickly went to the secret room, put on his dragon robe, called his favorite concubine Bo Ji, and declared himself emperor.
That's better.
Bo Ji kneeled in front of Wu Shuye with a drink in her hands and called him softly: "Your Majesty."
Wu Shuye was in a good mood after hearing this, so he took some bodybuilding drugs and played with the flirtatious Bo Jihuang a few times. He only said: "When I sit on the throne, I will definitely make you a noble concubine! You have such a sweet mouth."
Bo Ji smiled sweetly, "Your Majesty must keep your word. But why is she a noble concubine and not a queen?"
"It's true, of course it's true." Wu Shuye nodded: "Oh, if that tigress at home doesn't die, how can I dare to let you be the queen? I'm still under the control of my wife, and I don't even dare to take a concubine.
What about us?! But a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a thief. What I love the most is you, a little devil."
"You are so mean!"
Wu Shuye added: "It's a pity this assassination. I wanted to kill the Empress, but unexpectedly all my people were wiped out. Not only did I not kill the Empress, Mao'er didn't catch him either!!!"
"Ah, then will your minions be tortured by the emperor to extract a confession from you?" Bo Ji asked in panic.
Wu Shuye said seriously: "Palon is a derogatory term and should not be used indiscriminately. Generally, the word "claw" is used to describe dogs with evil forces. I usually teach you to read more, but why do you use "claw" to describe my subordinates?"
"Reading is boring. I can't stand it anymore. I just want to play." Bo Ji immediately asked, thirsty for knowledge, "Then how should I describe your dog?"
"You see, dog is also a derogatory word here! Bo Ji, although I love you, I still hope that you have some cultural accomplishments. Good looks will not last long, but you still have to have some inner beauty. You will be the concubine in the future.
!”
Bo Ji felt very innocent and aggrieved after being criticized, and whispered: "Your Majesty, how should I describe the person below you? Is he a human being?"
"You should say: confidant!"
Bo Ji suddenly realized: "Oh, then will your cronies be tortured by the emperor to confess you? I'm so scared! I'm so scared that I want to lock the door. After all, you are wearing a dragon robe, and you can't be seen by others.
A person who has been decapitated cannot be killed with one knife, and has to be wiped out twice. It hurts just thinking about it."
Wu Shuye was particularly conceited: "It doesn't matter, I am the governor, no, I shouldn't say I am the governor."
"What? You are the Governor-General of the Nine Provinces!" Bo Ji was puzzled, "Why can't you say you are the Governor-General?"
"It's a widower!"
"It's amazing!" Bo Ji was intoxicated.
"I'm very good at what I do. Even if I'm caught alive by my superior, no, by that kid, if my words and deeds actually force me to confess, the one who confesses will be my nephew Emperor Yuan Rong. I won't be in any danger!"
Bo Ji's face was full of admiration, "Oh my God, I am with the most intelligent man in the world. I am so happy!"
***
After the rain, the moonlight gets better and the wind gradually blows away the mist.
It was still the night when the emperor was trapped by secret letters and urgent reports. After three o'clock, Emperor Qianao stepped on the tiny moonlight and walked out of the imperial study.
Luo Changan slept extremely uneasily and was haunted by nightmares. In his hazy mind, he dreamed of Murong Jue who had been dead for nearly two years and was buried in the Xichong River. However, he couldn't see Murong Jue's face clearly. He could only see the eyes of deep hatred as if they were coming for revenge.
It sent chills down one's spine, as one vaguely saw Murong Jue holding a long sword, trampling the emperor's head under his feet, gripping the hilt of the sword with both hands, and piercing the emperor's heart with the sharp blade.
When the dream reached this point, Luo Changan woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat, he sat up suddenly and said urgently: "Emperor!"
Someone was vaguely walking from the door, sitting on the edge of the couch in the night, and wrapping her thin body in his arms. It was Di Qianao who had just entered the room. He patted her back and comforted her softly.
: "Having a nightmare?"
Luo Changan's forehead was covered with sweat, and he suppressed the unspeakable scene in his dream deep in his heart. He lay in his arms and listened to his heartbeat, and then he slowly calmed down, "Yeah. It's okay."
Di Qianao lowered his head and saw through the moonlight that she was wearing a silk lining, tied only by a belt, which really provided him with convenience. She was probably forced to wear it like this by an expert. With her
He has a conservative temperament and has fifty-two buttons on his undershirt. He said softly: "The clothes are good."
Luo Changan's cheeks turned red and he looked at him timidly. He could see the heavy and high pressure in his eyes. It must be the secret letter and urgent report that brought about something big.
Aunt Mei didn't know that the emperor was back, but the wind picked up the night after. She originally planned to go into the master bedroom to check whether the window was closed tightly. As soon as she entered the room and reached the screen, she saw dragon robes, dragon boots, and other items she had forced to give were scattered on the floor.
The silk undershirt Luo Changan wore was very easy to put on and take off.
I also heard the faint conversation between the emperor and the empress.
"I'm... upset. I just didn't understand the severity of my situation. Am I aggrieved?"
"I won't feel wronged. I want to share the burden for you."
Aunt Mei didn't say anything, but turned around and went out. When she went out, she saw Hai Yin coming from the corner of the corridor, so she greeted him, "Why didn't the emperor listen to your announcement when he arrived? I almost got into the screen!"
Haiyin smiled and said: "It's been three o'clock since the emperor left the royal study. His legs and feet are much faster than mine. How can I keep up? When I come back, he has already entered the bedroom. There is no point in communicating anymore, isn't it? How about it, little one?
Is there any drama for the princess?"
Aunt Mei clasped her hands together and said, "If I step in, there will definitely be drama. The two of them are finally getting along! They are talking about themselves in the room. Please pray to God and pray that nothing will go wrong again!"
In the early morning, both Luo Changan and Di Qianao put on their pure white underwear. The process of putting on her underwear became difficult because of his delicate kiss on her collarbone, but she heard him exhale: "I'm so exhausted."
.A busy night.”
Luo Changan's ears turned red and he didn't know what to say.
Di Qianao stared at her cheek, "I'm talking about secret letters and urgent reports. The Queen has gone astray. We can relieve stress with the Queen, so we won't be tired."
"What happened?" Luo Changan saw that his brows were frowning and his face was heavy, so he helped him rub his forehead.
"The plague broke out along the Xichong River. Tens of thousands of people either died or got sick. Coupled with the heavy rain, the source of the disease moved everywhere and spread very quickly. There was a lack of food and clothing, and it was a mess." Di Qianao rubbed his eyebrows.
, then looked at the sky, it was early morning, "Queen, after these years of war, I finally thought that the world was at peace. Unexpectedly, civil strife broke out again, and some people secretly claimed to be kings. The plague is prevalent now, I...
Are you competent?"
Although Luo Changan felt panicked when he heard the words "Xichonghedao", he said without hesitation: "You are qualified. The emperor is the most qualified monarch. No matter what difficulties and obstacles, Luo Changan will go through it side by side with you. Who cares?"
There are no evil heretics, but the emperor is the right way in the world! Luo Changan, Di Jinhe, and Di Jinfeng will support you with both hands!"
Di Qianao's heart suddenly moved, as if he had been greatly encouraged. He rubbed the top of her hair and said, "I have strength now. Let's go to court!"
"Well, come on, Emperor!" Luo Changan clenched his hands into fists to encourage him.
When Emperor Qian proudly walked out of the house, Luo Changan quickly packed himself up and told Aunt Mei: "Aunt Mei, you will send Jinhe to the Imperial Academy later. I have to go to Buge immediately. The plague breaks out and disasters are rampant.
, the people are short of clothes and food, the Bai family has nothing, but there is no shortage of clothes and cloth. I taught my brother to buy clothes and donate them to relieve the emperor's worries. I will do my best for the emperor."
"Okay." As soon as Aunt Mei stepped out of the house, she stopped and waved her hand to Luo Changan, "Come and have a look, there is someone who is hardworking. I met the emperor early in the morning by the lake outside the dragon's dormitory."
Luo Changan walked closer and looked over.
As soon as Emperor Qianao came out of the small garden outside the dragon's dormitory, he suddenly heard a woman's voice reciting a small poem he composed seven years ago. He was reading the last few lines, "...spring flowers, autumn moon, summer
Cicada, winter snow, hundred-step ladder to the Phoenix Tower..."
Di Qian'ao heard a few sentences from the essay he wrote seven years ago when he was chatting about Luo Chang'an, who was still not his own at that time. He stopped and looked towards the garden.
Seeing the plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow, Yang Qingling was standing by the lake with her hands behind her hands, chanting softly, her hair fluttering in the wind, her figure clearly showing an academic look, her motives obvious, he felt like laughing.
Is he so successful?
Haiyin looked at the emperor quietly, and the emperor... actually stopped. After all, little girls nowadays are so thoughtful, they know how to use the emperor's own poems to impress people.
Yang Qingling has recently stayed in Kunning Palace in the name of serving the Queen Mother. She often walks around here and there. When she saw the emperor stop, she was very happy. She hurriedly stepped forward, saluted and said: "Qingling has seen the emperor. Is Qingling here?"
...I came here to talk to the Queen to relieve my boredom."
Di Qianao didn't know what she was thinking. What a woman wanted from him, his heart was like a clear mirror, it only mattered whether he wanted to give it to him or not. Only the queen shared the wind and rain with him, and most of the other women, like Yang Qingling, didn't care about state affairs.
Just asking for favor, his brows were already a bit disgusted, "You have done your homework on me. I have more than 200 essays in total. How many of them can you recite?"
Yang Qingling said with a free and easy smile that was neither humble nor arrogant: "I memorized twelve poems during the attack last night. I forgot three on the way here, but I still remember nine. If you pass by later, I'm afraid there will only be seven or eight poems left.
"
"To be honest..." Di Qian'ao didn't expect that his little cousin would go out of his way to break the can and was a little surprised. Under the state affairs, the river crossing from the west caused unpleasant memories with the Protector in the old days. At this time, this childish child
The innocent and silly look made him smile and feel a little relaxed.
Yang Qingling stuck out her tongue and said playfully: "Brother, Brother Dijun, I can't hide it from you anyway. It's better to be honest!"
Di Qianao raised his eyebrows and asked, "How old are you?"
"Just turned seventeen."
"It's your age. I'll point you to a good family later." Di Qian'ao said slowly.
Yang Qingling nodded and said strangely: "Okay. If I point it out, I won't bother you anymore. You must point out someone who is better than my brother, otherwise Qingling will not marry."
Di Qian'ao frowned, but without saying anything else, he walked towards the imperial study room again. He only looked back at her and said, "How do you do with your father?"