Bo Yan Namo was born with such a problem, he loves to move and not to be quiet, even if he is standing in front of the palace, he can't do much work, so he has to lift his feet and twist his shoulders, Zai is not learning from him, but it is difficult to explain, only promised: "Yes!" "I tried my best to endure it.

However, there was no way to endure the internal urgency, and when it was really unbearable, I had to bend my knees to ask for peace, and said with a red face: "The minister and the emperor ask for leave!" ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Minister, minister wants convenience."

The emperor couldn't help laughing, he was used to joking with Zai, so he immediately scolded: "Get out!" Don't drown in your pants! ”

The first time was not unusual, but the second time, the emperor suddenly realized, "Dare to love you is sick!" He asked with concern, "How can this be the case?" ”

Zai is extremely smart, and he has long known that he can't hide it, and the emperor will be puzzled and ask questions sooner or later, so he thought about the answer in advance, "The minister's disease has existed since ancient times, as long as he is tired, the disease will occur." ”

"How do you get this cystic disease?" The emperor frowned and said, "Then you go home!" ”

As soon as Zai heard this, he asked An to thank him, but he said that it didn't matter, he wanted to go to see a foreign doctor, and he would be fine with the medicine of "Li Xiaoshui".

So the emperor rewarded him with a half-day vacation, and Zai found a doctor who specializes in treating flower willow disease, and after diagnosis and treatment, he still returned to the palace with medicine on an errand.

"How?" The Emperor said unpleasantly, "I have a lot to talk to you about, and you are sick again, and you must rest!" ”

"The minister is completely fine!" Zai Yi was in high spirits, "The emperor has something to say, take care of his orders." The emperor nodded, "Have you dealt with foreigners?" Is it red eyebrows, green eyes? ”

"The eyes are green, but the red eyebrows have never been seen."

"Oh, do you know the rules of foreigners?" The emperor asked, "For example, if a junior official meets his boss, how can he greet him?" ”

"I've never seen this." Zai replied.

"The rule of foreigners seems to be that women are inferior to men, and women take the lead there. For example, if a big official comes, the men have to stand up, and the women can sit. ”

"What? Is it really a mix of men and women? ”

"Yes!" Zai replied, "Foreign women don't care! Not only are men and women mixed, but it doesn't matter if you touch a foreign woman's hand, and there are even kisses. ”

Hearing this, the seventeen-year-old emperor was greatly interested.

But they belong to the monarch and ministers, and they are fasting, and they talk about foreign women touching their hands and kissing their mouths, and they feel that they are not in line with the principle of "respecting heaven and ancestors".

If you don't talk about it, it's really uncomfortable. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked, but the tone of the question was not like chatting.

Of course, Zai Cheng understood the emperor's psychology, and he also stretched his face to the slightest smile, and replied in a serious voice like answering about the important affairs of the military state:

"The minister touched it. Once, the wife of the American minister took her daughter to see the minister's mother, but the minister did not know, and suddenly broke in, and when she saw that it was a female guest, the minister hurriedly wanted to withdraw, and the wife of the American minister knew that she could speak Chinese, so she told the minister not to go and shake hands with the minister. When he held it, the minister's heart was numb, because the back of the foreign woman's hand was full of hair. ”

"Isn't that like a monkey?"

"Yes!" Zai replied solemnly, "Better than a monkey." ”

The emperor almost laughed, and quickly pretended to cough twice before covering up the past, and then asked with great interest: "Do foreign women still speak our Chinese?" ”

"Yes! There will not be much. ”

"What did she say?"

Zai thought for a while, and replied: "She said to the minister: "Uncle, uncle! It doesn't matter, you don't go! ‘“

Zai has been naughty since he was a child, and he learned his master Lin Tianling's Fuzhou official dialect in the study. Once let Wu Ren hear it, even the old old-fashioned "laughing at the Yellow River" was amused.

At this time, learning foreign women to speak Chinese, without distinguishing between four voices, and looking weird, the emperor really couldn't help it, and rubbed his stomach tightly with laughter.

The emperor himself knows that this is not a proper system, but he can't joke anymore.

So they talked about seriousness, "Zai, I ask you," he said, "foreigners don't kowtow when they see me, you say, what should I do?" ”

This made it difficult for Zai to answer, he knew that his father was worried about this, so naturally he couldn't instigate the emperor anymore, saying that he had to kowtow, but he didn't dare to say that he couldn't kowtow, because that was "great disrespect", he thought about it for a while, and had to excuse himself: "The minister doesn't know the differences between Chinese and foreign etiquette, so he doesn't dare to play it in vain." ”

Of course, these words could not satisfy the emperor, but they could not be blamed, because even Zeng Guofan and Li Hongzhang did not have a single practical word when they talked about this difficult problem, and it was naturally impossible for Zai to have any good ideas.

"I'll ask you again," the Emperor said, changing the subject, "I want to build the garden, do you think it's okay?" ”

"There's nothing that can't be done," Zai Zi was in front of the emperor for a long time, and his attitude and tone were casual, "as long as you have money." ”

"Just because there's no money."

"Then we have to think of a way to build a garden without money." Zai said again: "The emperor might as well summon the officials of the Internal Affairs Office and ask them to come out with their conscience and think about it." ”

The emperor also felt that this was the only way to do it, but in any case, he would not be able to talk about it until he kissed the government, and there was no way to talk about it in front of him.

"Your Majesty, please rest early!" Zai Chuan knelt down and said, "Ming'er still has a ceremony." ”

Early the next morning, it is the ceremony of worshiping the heavens, accompanied by the princes and ministers, the red tape ceremony is held, from the "first rise" to "thanks, send the gods", it took half a day of work, and the ceremony was completed.

After returning to the palace, he naturally went to the queen mother of the two palaces to say goodbye first.

The deep palace is just the opposite of the folk, the folk yearn for the inner courtyard of the palace, I don't know how rich, but the deep palace yearns for the folk, I don't know how lively.

Zhong Cui and Changchun sat in each palace for a long time, and then returned to the Heart Cultivation Palace.

At this time, the queen had been called, first waiting, seeing the emperor enter the Xinuan Pavilion, then stepped on a very steady pace, unhurried first greeted with a cordial smile, and then lowered her hand to say goodbye, and said: "The emperor has returned to the palace!" ”

"I've been back a long time ago." The emperor is also like a newlywed couple in the people, who have not seen each other for three days, as if how long has passed, and must take a closer look at his wife's face, so as to know what has changed in these "how long" days?

The Empress was the same, but she could not stare at his face as unscrupulously as the Emperor did, and even avoided his level gaze.

In front of the eunuchs and palace maids, she must put on the prestige of commanding the six palaces, so she restrained her smile and said to the left and right in a very clear voice: "Wait for the Lord to change clothes!" ”

"Wow!" Then he led the "four deacons and eunuchs" to Meiwu behind the Xinuan Pavilion - that was where the emperor changed his clothes. (To be continued.) )