It was late at night.

In the Qinzheng Palace, time flows non-stop in the hourglass in the corner of the imperial book.

Liu Changhuan held his breath and knelt quietly in front of the bookcase, holding a carton in his hands, and the box was densely packed with a thick stack of folds.

"All here?" the Emperor asked.

The emperor did not look up, his gaze wandered quickly over the fold in his hand.

"It's all here, Your Majesty, the secret of the Qingzhou Mansion has been hidden separately all these years. One box a year. The minions brought in the boxes several times. ”

Emperor Zhengxi sped up, flipped through the pages, and hurriedly glanced at each fold when he opened it, the content on it was actually very simple, he had already seen it, and he had nothing to play with the content on these folds over the years, and it had unconsciously become a fun time for him to kill time.

But now he was irritable, in a low mood, and annoyed to see every word.

But he had to see, he forced himself to see, as if the decision blurted out in the court today was a stone lying in his heart, and he needed to offset the remorse in his heart from this process of flipping through the old folds, or rather, he needed to find a strong evidence for his next repentance.

The content of the previous excerpts is more detailed, but trivial and boring, what is written on each one is nothing more than how much firewood, rice, oil and salt Bai Feng's family bought this month, how much cloth was pulled to make clothes that month, and another month of medicine at home, it is said that the herbs bought for Bai Feng's son's concubine who had difficulty getting pregnant, and then the next month, it was reported that Bai Feng was very doting on his grandson, forcing the child to study all day long, and spanking him with a board, and the child's mother felt sorry for the child and only wiped her tears when she looked at it......

After reading one, the emperor threw away one and changed another.

An excerpt reads: "It's winter, the cold snap in Qingzhou Mansion came early, Baifu made a charcoal fire, Bai Feng reprimanded his son for being a loser, and he built a fire before counting nine cold days, which was too wasteful and extravagant." ”

Is this called extravagance?

The corners of Zhengxihuang's mouth turned up and he smiled.

After grabbing a fold, the content on it was a little valuable, and it was written: "There are four people dressed in soldiers who came on horseback from a distance to see Bai Feng, but Bai Feng refused. The people who came came lingered outside the door for three days, and returned without success. ”

This is what is truly valuable, and it is also what the emperor who lives high in the capital wants to see.

It's a pity that there are too few such contents.

Grabbing another fold and looking at it, the emperor laughed, "What kind of chickens and dogs are all messes! Wang Dahai, the former governor of Qingzhou Mansion, really has a pig's brain, and these are also worthy of being solemnly written into the secret fold and sent to Beijing on a special trip?"

Cursing, he smashed the fold to the ground.

Liu Changhuan walked over on his knees and picked up the fold.

"You come and read—" the Emperor ordered.

Liu Changhuan really opened it and read it down.

An old man duck read word by word in his throat: "Bai Feng's son Bai Yulin, went out to drink with his friends on the fifth day of the third month, was slightly drunk, and went to the Qinglou to buy drunk together." and Cuihualou prostitute Xiao Feng'er was entangled, so he made a wish to redeem himself for this girl and marry her home as a concubine. When Bai Yulin returned home, his wife and concubines were single-minded, and they collectively made a fuss, and collectively protested to marry a dusty woman into the house. This matter ended with his wife Bai Chen coming forward to ask someone to buy a sixteen-year-old girl to enter the house, and Bai Yulin swore to his wives and concubines that he would never set foot in Cuihualou again. ”

Closing the fold, Liu Changhuan raised his face to look at the emperor.

The emperor suddenly turned over and asked, "Why don't you laugh? My stomach is about to burst with laughter-Wang Dahai, this bastard has no other skills, and it is very detailed to dig into the corners of other people's walls to find out this kind of gossip——"

Liu Changhuan's old face pulled with some difficulty, he was old, and this smiling appearance was actually quite terrifying.

The emperor looked at it again, and when the new governor took office, the content of the excerpt was simple and clear, almost the same, with only a few words, "as before." Live in peace, only be a good citizen. ”

As old, as old, as old...... Spend his days in peace, don't contact with the old department, rarely interact with the outside world, don't cause trouble, and only leave a small martial arts training ground, saying that it is to comfort the muscles and bones......

The emperor was suddenly irritable, and wiped his hands the table, and the fold fell to the ground with a clatter.

Frightened, the little waiter standing at the door trembled slightly.

Liu Changhuan kowtowed, "Your Majesty, since it's not good-looking, let's stop watching it, let's settle it early, how can you afford to stay up like this?"

The emperor rubbed his dizzy eyes and looked down at the kneeling chamberlain, dressed in red and white pants, bright in red, white in white pants, but the hair on the sideburns showed bundles of white. Looking at his face again, it was also covered with fine wrinkles.

Liu Changhuan is also old?

He smiled: "Lao Liu, how old are you?"

The old attendant shuddered sensitively and quickly kowtowed: "Your Majesty, the old slave is four out of fifty." ”

"Fifty-four, that's not too small—when the first emperor died, he was only fifty-nine years old. Fifty-four and fifty-nine, how much difference can there be—" muttered the Emperor.

Liu Changhuan was apprehensive, and asked cautiously: "How can the minions dare to be compared with the previous emperor, and besides, the minions are as humble as grass and are not worthy of Your Majesty's care—but I don't know why Your Majesty suddenly asked this on a whim?"

The emperor replied, "Fifty-four-year-old, do you think you have changed anything from when you were young?"

Liu Changhuan was at a loss.

"Your mentality, your spirit, in other words, do you think you still have any ambition in your heart now? What you wanted to do when you were younger, will you still do it desperately?"

Liu Changhuan thought for a while and shook his head: "Thank you, old slave, Your Majesty for your love for the old slave, I haven't changed the old slave to go back to rest all these years, and it is the blessing of the old slave to be able to serve Your Majesty all the time." But to tell the truth, the old slave did feel more and more old and weak, and he couldn't do things well. There are some things that I don't even have the strength to think about. The old slave now only hopes that Your Majesty will be healthy and healthy, our Dongliang country will be safe and stable, and everyone will live a peaceful life. Anything else, I don't want to think about it anymore, I think it's a dream, it's useless to think about it, it's better not to think about it. ”

Liu Changhuan looked sincere.

Emperor Zhengxi pondered, "It's a dream, I don't want to think about it anymore - then Lao Liu, come and tell me that a person who is about to be seventy years old, will he still have ambitions?"

Liu Changhuan is not stupid and knows who the emperor is referring to.

Without hesitation, he shook his head, "No." If the old slave can live for such a long time, he must bask in the sun every day, raise flowers, eat a few bites of what he wants, and sleep for a while if he wants to sleep, and if he wants to sleep for a while, he really doesn't want to do anything else. I really don't have the energy to think about it. ”

After hearing this, the tiredness on Emperor Zhengxi's face slowly dissipated and he smiled.

It seems that I have made up my mind.

Liu Changhuan saw it in his eyes, and sighed in his heart, it is difficult to be an emperor, everyone only looks at the golden glory of this dragon chair, but they don't know how much suffering it takes to sit firmly on it.

The emperor stared at Liu Changhuan and suddenly asked, "Since you are so old, why are you still wearing red clothes and white pants?"

Liu Changhuan was confused, and looked at the emperor sitting crookedly on the dragon chair in a daze.

The emperor's eyes wandered, revealing a rare gentleness.

Liu Changhuan was not so nervous, "After wearing it all these years, I have long been used to it, and the old slave himself does not feel ugly." ”

But the emperor raised his hand: "Get up, and tell the young people to do the work." You, I forgot something, why don't you take the initiative to talk about it—tomorrow morning I will tell the Inner Chamberlain that you will be promoted to the chief steward. After a lifetime of suffering, it should be easy and relaxed. ”

The good news came too suddenly, Liu Changhuan was almost knocked unconscious, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.