"Listen to the concubine, you are good at kung fu?"

"A slave only knows a little fur, and it is a blessing for a slave to be able to pass through the eyes of a mother. Fu Chen glanced back.

He doesn't have the slightest intention of pleasing him, being able to live peacefully and happily is the premise, and judging the situation and fighting steadily is what he wants.

"The mother admires you very much. Shao Anlin seemed to mention it unintentionally.

Fu Chen didn't know how much Shao Anlin knew, maybe Concubine De just mentioned it by chance, maybe she had an impression of him last time she was seen vomiting. But the third prince should never have dreamed that the reason why Concubine De "admired" him was not because of his talent for catching ducks on the shelves.

"Can you cut and dye your beard?" asked Shao Anlin.

It seems that in the eyes of these masters, these strange tricks and tricks can be one, as if they should all be known.

"Your Highness, the minions are not good at it. ”

"Someone has ever said that you are a humble person?"

"Your Highness is the first. "The premise of being praised for being modest is that the two are on the same level.

"Then let's try it. ”

“… Be. It doesn't make a difference whether the answer will or won't.

Fu Chen knew that no one would give him a choice, and he had no choice.

Fu Chen always felt that the third prince seemed to be more casual or mean to him in terms of behavior?

The breath of bathing in the spring breeze for anyone has diminished a lot after seeing him. Fu Chen didn't know if he was too sensitive, and his occupational illness made him often able to capture his feelings for others in time, and he couldn't blame himself for being annoying by nature.

The Jin Dynasty was also influenced by the ideas of the parents of the body, but the beard was not like the hair that could be tied up, so men would always trim it, and young men would shave it directly. In recent years, it has become popular among some literati and scholars to trim their beards regularly, and if they are trimmed well, they will be given the title of bearded man. In particular, older men regard dyeing beards as a fashion, and there are poems and clouds: Paste and dye beards to talk about self-deception, which means that although the beard is white and old, it is still necessary to dye the beard black for self-comfort.

This trend, like Kodan, has become the fashion of the hairpin family of the Jin Dynasty and the nobles of Tianhuang in recent years.

When Shao Anlin took Fu Chen to wait outside the imperial study, he really broke out in a cold sweat.

Shao Anlin couldn't find a suitable person, so he asked him to replace him?

There are a few people in this world who can use a knife against the emperor!

Syllable!

Something was thrown to the ground, and the emperor's angry voice was heard, "These bastards, the silver taels for disaster relief can also be robbed! What do you want them to do, all of them are dismissed!!Dismissal! Check for me, check thoroughly!"

Even Fu Chen could hear this passage when he stood outside, which showed how angry Emperor Jin Cheng was. The emperor is not a good profession, sometimes issued orders to the people below, layer by layer, there are many greasy cats, conveyed to the ears of the people, the version may have changed several times, since ancient times there are many people who want to be a Ming monarch, but unfortunately there are very few who can really be famous.

An official inside hurriedly walked out, this humanoid pervert, Fu Chen raised his eyes slightly, and lowered his eyelids.

In the former Han Dynasty, there is a clear indication of the rules for eunuchs, which means that eunuchs are not allowed to interfere in politics, are not allowed to make friends with officials, are not allowed to attract people who are not royal, etc., if there are violators, depending on the severity of the circumstances, fines and other heavy responsibilities, and those who are strict are exiled, this example is more detailed in the Jin Dynasty and continues to this day.

So Fu Chen just remembered the appearance of this official, but he didn't know who the other party was.

The third prince went in, and he didn't know what he said. Fu Chen couldn't hear it clearly, but he could feel that Emperor Jin Cheng's mood was much better, the atmosphere in the imperial study room eased a lot, and Emperor Jin Cheng even laughed loudly, "Since it was recommended by An Lin, I naturally want to see if it is as good as you say, let the little eunuch come in." ”

Today, it was An Zhonghai's turn to be on duty, and he had just endured the emperor's anger, and he was still a little relieved. When the eunuch beside the emperor is to face the emperor's joys, sorrows and sorrows at any time, and the number of crises in life is more, but no matter how much, he may not be used to it.

When he saw Fu Chen waiting outside, he sighed and took a few more looks.

Fu Chen thought that this father-in-law recognized him.

Seeing the cat in Fu Chen's arms, "Isn't this a rice ball, give it to the miscellaneous family." ”

handed the cat over, An Zhonghai gave the little guy who meowed and didn't want to leave Fu Chen to the little eunuch next to him, "Send it to Fuxi Palace." ”

"Let's get in. "Led Fu Chen in.

Fu Chen lowered his head, walked in with a short body, and when he reached a similar position, he bowed to the emperor, "Slave knock to see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live." ”

"Let's get up, listen to An Lin, your beard cutting and dyeing skills are good?" The emperor seemed to be in a good mood at the moment.

"Slaves don't dare to be good at it, and they are willing to give it a try. ”

"It's a calm one, if my beard is not cut well, you can go to the Internal Affairs Office to receive the punishment. The emperor smiled, and said lightly, and felt that this little eunuch seemed to be a little familiar, and he couldn't remember it for a while, "Look very good-looking, where have I seen you?"

――Jin.Jiang.Du.Family――

Of course, Fu Chen would not say that he had seen it in Weiyang Palace, wouldn't that remind the emperor of those dirty things.

Naturally, I want to tell the truth, just pick the least taboo and say, "The slave once said the recipe for the turtle age set." ”

Emperor Jin Cheng clapped his palms, "Oh yes, yes, yes, you are the little eunuch, speaking of which, the sages have not yet developed it, and then you will follow and take a look." ”

The sage is talking about the person who makes the elixir for the emperor, and the person who is mainly responsible is the national teacher, followed by the well-known Taoist, and the energy spent by the emperor in the elixir can be seen. Although Fu Chen had provided a prescription before, the quantity of each medicinal herb had to be blended again and again before it could be finalized.

"If you make it out, I will be rewarded!"

"The minions obeyed. "This reward can only be heard, the emperor will not reward a subordinate for making some contributions, in their eyes this is the duty of a slave. I must say that there is a difference, probably because his face is counted as the emperor's number. For most of the servants in the palace, the opportunity to show their faces in front of the emperor is much more important than rewards, and there are thousands of eunuchs in the palace, and it is a great thing to make the emperor remember his face. Once Li Xiangying drove them into Weiyang Palace, using this excuse.

"An Lin, you go to check the disaster relief, and if there is anything that is not easy to do, it will be served together, and I will be the master for you. ”

The emperor also thought that Shao Anlin would not favor any party, and he was more relieved to hand it over to the third prince.

Before Shao Anlin left, he glanced at Fu Chen, who was kneeling on the ground, the rules of this little eunuch could not find a trace of fault, and he was so low-key that he almost didn't have a sense of zài.

After Fu Chen received the order, he was taken into the tea room next to the imperial study and began to prepare for the emperor's beard cutting.

There are regulations for the emperor to cut his beard, generally every twelve days for a cycle, the time is noon, the ancients believed that the sun when the head shines can wash away the evil qi of the knife.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how close the emperor is to a person, he will not casually let an inferior servant approach him with a knife, not to mention that the fatal part of the throat is not far from the beard, so it can also be seen from here that the emperor's love for the three princes. It's just reverse thinking, it's hard to say that the three princes have feelings for the emperor, and they can just catch a blind person to deal with the emperor, which shows that some attitudes are oriented.

The work of cutting whiskers is not only tedious and careful, but there will even be guards around, and it is easy to make mistakes when trimming because they are too nervous, and many minions have been condemned for this matter before. Because he couldn't invite anyone, Shao Anlin would go to Lugu Courtyard to invite a master, but unfortunately the master had already gone to the immortals, and he couldn't find anyone to replace him for a while. If he could refuse, it would be impossible for Fu Chen to step into this imperial study.

This kind of work that can serve the emperor is thankless, you should cut it well, and if you cut it badly, you will be offended if you provoke Long Yan to be angry. Therefore, it has always been difficult to find people, and even if they do, they may not be good at cultivating.

The first was a series of examinations to determine that he did not have any sharp weapons on him.

Then he went to a coat, changed into a set of clothes specially made for the beard cutting master in the palace, including hats to shoes and socks, all in order, Fu Chen took the mahogany box handed over by An Zhonghai, took out the blade inside, and under the gaze of a circle of guards, picked up the blade and moved on the emperor's chin, his eyes were focused, and his movements were as pleasing to the eye as flowing water, and he still used the same attitude that he used to be unchanged and changeable. This composure and self-confidence are enough to make up for the rustiness of skills and fool outsiders. Although he did not dare to innovate in the shape of his beard, he was able to grasp the curvature and shape accurately, which was also due to the fact that he often cut his wife's hair and styled it in his previous life, and even his wife once laughed and said that Fu Chen, a husband who can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen and do decathlon, where to find it.

Fu Chen gradually became more and more comfortable, the feeling of the slightly cool fingers dancing on his face was comfortable, and the most important thing was that the movement of cutting the beard looked very professional, and it would not touch the place on the emperor's face that should not be touched, and the knife was also very neat. made Emperor Jin Cheng, who was impatient at the beginning, finally squint and enjoy it.

Seeing An Zhonghai, who was holding a basin and preparing to wipe the emperor's face and wash it, was amazed, as soon as he arrived at this time, Emperor Jin Cheng began to be impatient, because the time to cut the beard was too long, and it had to be meticulous and test his skills, Emperor Jin Cheng was an anxious man, and he was the most impatient with this kind of thing.

Fortunately, Emperor Jin Cheng did not prepare to dye his beard, and Fu Chen saved the process.

Afterwards, the depression of the morning has gradually calmed down, Emperor Jin Cheng kept looking at the bronze mirror, looking at the beard trimmed with a perfect curvature, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and soon it was the triennial election, and the emperor was more concerned about his appearance, "What do you think?"

An Zhonghai is a person who knows how to read eyes, and immediately smiled: "The emperor looks like he is in his early twenties, and he and His Royal Highness are like brothers." ”

Long Xin Dayue, with a wave of his hand, said to Fu Chen, "Come back in twelve days." ”

Fu Chen became the appointed beard cutter, and was rewarded with five taels of silver for the first time, which was Fu Chen's share of five months. The reward is secondary, the important thing is to be able to save this life and get out of the way. It's just that even he didn't expect that one day he would use his skills to please others.

After leaving the imperial study, there was another group of ministers, this time it was the invasion of the Chaowu people, this group of wolves from the northwest Fu Chen had seen it when he had just crossed over, it was a group of inhumane, and the ambition of the wolves was obvious.

These ministers walked in with a worried face, Fu Chen swept his eyes, and combined with the information he had received in the past few years, he gradually built a preliminary network of relationships in his mind.

When he came to the corridor, An Zhonghai encouraged Fu Chen a few words, which was a little different from the perfunctory in front of Fuxi Palace, and Fu Chen naturally responded respectfully. On the way back, Fu Chen weighed the silver in his hand, it seemed that the money owed to Wang Fugui could be repaid in advance, he did not use Chen Zuoren's savings, and kept it in the original place.

All the way back to Yeting Lake, this time there was no danger on the road. While cleaning the lake, Fu Chen saw a shoe. Whether it is seeing the master or walking in the palace, the slave can only look at the ground, so he will instinctively remember the shoes to distinguish the masters of each palace.

And he had a good memory, he had seen these shoes, but there were several people in the palace who wore them like this, and he was not sure which one it was.

Looking at the calm Yeting Lake, the summer breeze gently swept across the water, blowing a pool of ripples, and he only hoped that it was not the person he thought.

Putting the shoe in his clothes, Fu Chen continued to complete the cleaning task meticulously as if he hadn't seen it.

Until the evening, Fu Chen brought some broken silver to the dining room to find the old Bahu who liked to be greedy and cheap, and the wine that Wang Fugui got last time was also asked from him. The two chatted a few words, Fu Chen was a strict mouth, like a saw. Every time Lao Bahu touches Fu Chen, he will pour out his usual complaints and gossip to him.

This made Fu Chen indirectly inquire about a lot of news, such as today's queen mother preparing new clothes for the little prince in her belly, such as Qi Guifei picking three refining and returning the meals sent several times, and for example, which palace asked them to work overtime in the kitchen to make the soup sent to the emperor in order to turn over the brand tonight......

It wasn't until Lao Bahu was about to continue his errand that Fu Chen took the wrapped fresh snacks and left.

He carefully avoided his ears and eyes all the way, and quietly sneaked into Chonghua Palace, which was the palace where the Seven Princes were located, while the guards were changing.

After listening to the movement in the middle of the ring, he made sure that the eunuch sent by the queen had already left, so he walked in. The Seventh Prince is an abandoned son, he is stupid and disfigured, and his mother concubine was beaten into the cold palace again, it is impossible to turn the tables, this is a fact recognized by everyone in the palace, and naturally no one will come to this place. Fu Chen looked at the broken bowl in the courtyard and the meal that was still mixed with yellow liquid on the palace lamp, and felt sad for a while.

There was no one in the courtyard, and he shouted softly, but no one answered.

I searched one room after another, almost all the places that could be haunted, how could there be?

Fu Chen didn't know how long a fool could survive in the harem, so he could only look at the creation of the Seven Princes.

When Fu Chen found the firewood room, it was already past tea time.

Looking at the dilapidated wooden door with several thick chains, he slapped it on the door, but there was still no sound inside.

He searched outside for a long time, and finally found the key under a broken jar, and when he opened the door, there was a rancid smell mixed with mold, which was very nastic.

The room was dark, with old wooden blocks scattered on the floor, and cobwebs on the walls, which were very dilapidated, and compared to the main hall, it was like a forgotten corner of the palace.

A shadow cowered in the corner, as quiet as death.

Fu Chen cautiously walked over and squatted down, "Seventh Highness?"

His voice seemed to have suddenly ignited the fuse of this corpse, and Shao Huachi frantically flicked his arms, as if he was driving away something, "Ahh

The piercing scream pierced into the eardrum, and Shao Huachi's sharp nails quickly cut through Fu Chen's arm, and blood marks appeared immediately.

Fu Chen didn't care about Shao Huachi's crazy attack at this time, and encircled the whole person into his arms, although Shao Huachi was a few years older, but the person was not strong, Fu Chen locked the person firmly.

After several struggles, he couldn't shake off Fu Chen, Shao Huachi trembled fiercely, and seemed to be very frightened. Half of the ghost-like face was scabbed blood, and it looked even more disgusting than the first time they met, but Fu Chen didn't seem to see it, and waited until Shao Huachi quieted down, and gently comforted him with one hand behind his back, "Don't be afraid, it's me, remember me?"