Ziying: "......"

He's wrong, isn't he?

Ziying lowered her head to pick up the rice, and no longer looked up at Hu Haichangdi. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I'm tired, I haven't had a mother since I was a child, my father is far away, and no one hurts my child......

Chang Di lowered his eyelashes, and the corners of his lips raised a leisurely and elegant smile.

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The inner court received a batch of new tributes, and Gonggong Xu, who was inclined to be inflammatory, was busy picking out the best jade silk and satin, and sent them to the Furong Palace.

Cui Rou smiled and asked the eunuchs to transport the things to the warehouse of the Furong Palace.

Chang Di sat on a rocking chair in the hall, looking at the light outside the hall with a faint gaze.

Ziying leaned on the edge of the rocking chair and stared at Changdi's pointed chin.

"What do you watch me do, I'm not good-looking." Chang Di laughed.

Ziying shook her head, and nodded solemnly: "Chang Di is very good-looking, otherwise Uncle Eighteen wouldn't have bothered to give you a name and tie you to his side." ”

Don't look at Ziying's young age, he really knows a lot.

When Yan Le went to Surabaya to pick up Ziying and return to Xianyang, Chang Di knew that his task was not only Ziying, but also himself.

Hu Hai used the child as a lure so that Chang Di had to accompany him back to Xianyang. and then used years of love to coerce each other, combining rigidity and softness, so that Chang Di couldn't stop......

Thinking of the red candle warm pillow the night before, Chang Di's face changed slightly, and two suspicious red balls appeared on his cheeks.

"But no matter how good the means are, they can't reach the hearts of the people." Ziying propped up his head, as if his head was the way.

In the bright light, a shadow walked in.

Changdi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ma'am, the inner court has sent a lot of good things over."

Chang Di was in a low mood at the moment, how could he have the leisure to take care of those miscellaneous things, so he only said: "Aunt Cui, you can watch it." ”

Seeing that she was not in a good state, Cui Rou didn't dare to ask more.

Chang Di's fingers are beating the rhythm on the armrest, two long and three short.

"By the way, what happened to Prime Minister Li? She asked.

Cui Rou walked to the table, poured the moist hot tea for Chang Di, and handed it to her.

"Madame asks what this is for?"

It's no wonder that Cui Rou kept an eye on it, Hu Hai and Zhao Gao finally brought down the Li family. Chang Di is kind-hearted, and Cui Rou is worried that Chang Di will have kindness and pity the wicked.

There was no one in the temple except one child.

Chang Di said with a smile: "Li Niannian, the eldest son of Prime Minister Li, I have had a relationship with him, so I want to know his current situation." ”

On the street that day, the sadness in Li Niannian's eyes made Chang Di empathize. Although there is a relationship, if there is a fate, Chang Di wants to help him.

"The Li family is guilty of rebellion, the slaves are exiled, and all the relatives are on death row, and they are controlled by His Majesty's personal guards. If it is not His Majesty himself, the guards will need to write a handwritten letter from His Majesty to let people in. Cui Rou looked at Chang Di with a disapproving expression and said, "Li's muddy water, Madame had better not go to it." ”

Her heartfelt advice.

Chang Di no longer embarrassed her, took a sip of tea in the cup, lowered his eyes and said, "Okay, I won't ask about Prime Minister Li anymore." ”

Hu Hai made it clear to her that Li Niannian was his best friend, presumably Cui Rou didn't know about this relationship that outsiders didn't know.

That white man who fluttered like bluegrass on the edge of the cliff, although his life was limited, he had been trying to live more freely.

Hu Hai values him, and when Prime Minister Li Cheng's matter comes to an end, Li Niannian will probably be able to truly break free from the shackles and live for himself once.

Drifting for a lifetime, worrying about the family for a lifetime, is really a waste of good years.

Chang Di put down his tedious affairs, pushed the post of the eldest princess of Huayang, and played with Ziying in the courtyard of Furong Palace for an afternoon.

At dusk, the beautiful glow fills the sky, and the reddish and orange glow resembles a woman's delicate beauty.

Cui Rou led a man in a black cloak into the inner hall, and Chang Di was accompanying Ziying to paint.

When the man entered the hall, he saw a noble Chang Di leaning over, holding Ziying's hand, dipping the tip of a wolf's pen in black ink, and drawing in circles on the parchment.

Under the black cloak is a brown cotton shirt, and the steady atmosphere of the middle-aged man is undoubtedly revealed.

Chang Di looked up slightly inadvertently, and saw the person who was actually standing next to him, and looked at it, and his voice trembled a little.

"Father?"

Ziying also raised his head after realizing it and looked at Lu Gong blankly.

Lu Gong took off his cloak, revealing a weathered face.

"Changdi." Lu Gong smiled at him.

All the way into the palace, the palace maids standing around all looked at Lu Gong more or less strangely.

When Lu Gong saw Chang Di, his disgust with the palace was reduced by a few points.

"Hu Hai Gongzi...... No, it's Your Majesty, he sent Yan Le to pick me up in Surabaya. Lu Gong roughly said the general situation of the matter, so that Chang Di also understood almost it.

"It turned out to be a matter of getting married to Lu Shu." The corners of Chang Di's mouth couldn't help but rise, and her mood seemed to be a lot happier, "She lives in Zhao Gao's mansion, do you summon Liu Ji and Lu Shu into the palace to live with your father, or ......?"

Lu Gong immediately said: "The palace is full of people, and I am afraid of gossip, so I will go to Zhao Gao's house to live, anyway, I won't live for too long." ”

Now in early February, Liu Jilushu's wedding date is far away in April.

Chang Di does not demolish him.

Chang Di asked people to go to Zhao Gao's mansion, picked up Liu Ji, Lu Shu, Yang Yu and Zhao Gao into the palace together, and had a good gathering in the evening.

There were still a few of his own people in the palace, and there was no one else, so Lu Gong boldly asked Chang Di about winning the government and dying.

"It stands to reason that the first emperor was in the prime of life, how could he die on the way to the southern parade? There's a lot going on here. ”

Cui Rou's eyebrows jumped, and she offered Lu Gong a cup of hot tea.

Lu Gong didn't drink it, and continued to ask: "What about Fusu Gongzi, why hasn't he come back from Shangjun yet?" ”

Cui Rou's hand holding the teapot trembled, and she almost dropped the teapot to the ground.

It turned out to be an old fox, rehashing old accounts.

Cui Rou has always been steady and generous, and such a gaffe and abnormality were seen by Chang Di, who silently wrote it down in her heart.

Ziying obediently lay beside Changdi's legs, counting the tassels of the palace tassel on Changdi's waist, and as soon as his drooping head heard Lu Gong mention Fusu, he sat up "poofed" and looked at Changdi with a wide range of eyes.

But Changdi is not an immortal, and he has not yet had the ability to make Hu Hai change political affairs.

"Hu Hai said that he would take Brother Su back, and every time I asked about the return date, he avoided it with vague words."

Chang Di blamed that Ying Zheng's heirs were falling and withering, except for Fusu and the eldest princess of Huayang, the rest were either executed or sent away from Xianyang.

Hu Hai saw that he and the eldest princess of Huayang were in love, so he didn't kill Fusu, and the best way was to let Fusu stay in Shangjun and not come back. At the same time, it is necessary to restrain Fusu's power in Shangjun and prevent him from establishing himself as king.

The thoughts of politicians, Chang Di can't guess, this is ten million times heavier than the scheming between women.

Lu Gong hung his head and was silent.

Ziying continued to lie back on Changdi's lap, twisting the smooth tassels, and no longer had the mood to play just now.