Lu Shiyi, who had been doing things all day long, actually twisted and tried to cover up something. Yuan Lingjun felt strange and couldn't help but ask, "Do you have something to say?" ”

"Your Majesty, please don't look at the minister like this, the minister will do his best to share his worries for His Majesty, and His Majesty's relief is ......"

Yuan Lingjun thought that he had heard it wrong, and his gaze suddenly fell on Lu Yaoxue. The fresh-clothed boy stood quietly in front of the door, his eyes were shining, his eyebrows were like Chunshan Hanyuandai, his waist was as thin as a willow, his body was a man, and his skirt was hairpin. is clearly the eleventh son of the Lu Gongfu who is "rare and talented, beautiful and beautiful", but it is different from usual. frowned and thought deeply, by the way, he just used "majesty", "minister", "please...... Yuan Lingjun shuddered, obviously feeling goosebumps on his arm, and a yin wind swept behind his head. She opened her mouth, and it took a long time to squeeze out the word "good".

Lu Yaoxue's expression was brisk, as if she was on her mind. Before leaving, he stopped in front of the door and said with some hesitation: "Your Highness treats Your Majesty sincerely, and some people are afraid that they will be red-eyed...... He was really glad for her. Qin Sa's death had a great impact on her, and the unpleasant past experience had completely vanished with the arrival of Qu Yi.

Yuan Lingjun nodded, and stopped talking. After reacting, she hurriedly stuffed the silk book and ran back to the Changji Palace, and after the meal, Qu Yi returned from Chuntai, and she immediately told Qu Yi about this seemingly strange and strange thing.

Qu Yi, who was lying in front of the case, didn't even raise his head, "It wouldn't be surprising if Wang Shi had put him on the list of people who couldn't have deep friendships." Lu Yaoxue's achievement in the position of Shaofu is not all due to the shadow of the ancestors, he is afraid that he has realized something now, and he really wants to help His Majesty. He dipped his pen in ink, "He is not in his official career, and he takes the initiative to get it." His Majesty is not to temper the blade, but to use him in public and private. Practicing calligraphy is a habit that he has formed all year round, and most of the people who can maintain this habit have patience.

Yuan Ling didn't speak, and sat down. Qu Yi writes under the bright window, the pen is calm, the gesture is flying, and the book style is steady and indulgent. As the saying goes: words are like people. Between the lines, you can see that the author's state of mind is far away, above the landscape, like the words written by poets walking in the world.

Qu Yi knows all kinds of things, and his attainments are quite high, and Yuan Lingjun knows that she has seen his early calligraphy, which is a little more casual and elegant than now. Probably because of physical and mental limitations.

Yuan Ling didn't bother him, moved to the side, unfolded the silk book, and studied it carefully. Chen Ju is very different from Zhen Chuanting, Zhen Chuanting is too upright and stubborn, and he believes that a path will go to the end, Chen Ju is a little sleek, knows how to be flexible, and is not taboo to use conspiracies to achieve his goals.

He said in the book: "Don't be close to each other, don't be noble and low, and break off the law." "If the clan violates the law, it must be punished severely, and the nobles must not be allowed to do so. Fan Jiang has done this in Changshan, but the effect is not obvious.

He also said that several major treacherous evils in the imperial court, such as Zhao Ji and others, are the carbuncles of the state, and if they are not cut and eradicated, they must penetrate the inside, and to eradicate them, they must accumulate or fabricate criminal evidence. Fan Jiang wants to use Zhao Ji's power to defend him, and this matter is even more difficult.

These things may seem easy to handle, but they are easier said than done.

There is no night dynasty and no need to sit in the hall, I wanted to take advantage of this to discuss with Qu Yi, but after thinking about it, there are many things, and I can't figure it out, but I don't know how to speak.

Yuan Lingjun sighed slightly, and lifted his hair in front of the vanity mirror. "Oops!" She suddenly screamed, quickly covered her mouth, and looked at the red spots on her neck from the mirror a little dumbfounded. No wonder Lu Yaoxue said something as inexplicable as "red eyes", and everyone was embarrassed and thrown to the court.

Qu Yi threw down his pen and came in and asked, "What happened?" Is the wound uncomfortable? ”

"Childe, how can you be like this, how can I still meet people." Annoyed, she pointed to his neck to show him.

Qu Yimo rubbed those red spots, and his cheeks were stained with powder, "Okay, I must pay attention to it in the future." ”

She pulled her collar up and walked outside angrily, "There is no next time, I will sleep by myself tonight, and the son will go to the Chaoyang Hall to rest." ”

"Well, I'll have the doors and windows locked at night so that the kittens don't come in again." Qu Yi said and smiled, but he was not angry, and let her go.

That night, the empress still turned over the window of the Chaoyang Hall very spinelessly and became a little wild cat.

Before the regulations of the female official system were formulated, half of the palace officials and new palace maids had been assigned to various palaces. The date for the emperor to go to Beigong Mountain for summer vacation has been decided.

On the day of departure, the weather was sunny and cloudless, Fan Guifei personally sent the public opinion to the outside of the palace, but the emperor was not in the car of the guard of honor, he had already ridden a black horse and ran around in the team, sitting in the car only Qu Yi alone, he has been busy, he can forget to sleep and eat when he is busy, and when he is tired of writing, he looks up at the scenery outside the car window, or closes his eyes to rest for a moment.

He went to Beigong Mountain to relax his mind, and he always made himself very tired. Yuan Lingjun was dissatisfied and asked someone to move his books out of the car. Qu Yi could only coax her, "Look, these are all well-thought coping strategies, do everything well, don't have to bother and work hard in the future, save more trouble, let me finish this, and I will accompany you wherever you want to go at that time." ”

On the way, the road diverged, and Yuan Lingjun saw Gongsun Ji, who had returned to Beijing with the edict. He is the cousin of the female grandson and the grandson of the princess Zhuang Yi.

Yuan Lingjun is good friends with Gongsun Zixi and Gongsun Tan, and Gongsun Tan has never had a relationship, the first time he heard it was in Lu Yaoxue's mouth, Lu Yaoxue said, this person has a weak temperament, and he can't talk to anyone. Lu Yaoxue also used her most precious begonia picture to bet with her that Gongsun Ji would be no different from anyone, and he would not exceed ten words with her.

Yuan Lingjun lost, but he wanted to talk to Gongsun Ji more, who told him to talk less than 90,000, he couldn't be more curious.

When she returned to Baling from the East China Sea, she saw Gongsun Qi for the second time, and the conversation scene has always been strange to this day. She said, "Gongsun Wei, I'll go back to the fiefdom." He replied, "There is a fate to reunite." "Goodbye, this person is away all the year round, it is rare to see each other, and there are so few words, can you marry a lady? Yuan Lingjun is worried about the master.

"You go first, I'll come when I go, and I'll catch up soon." After she finished instructing one of the chamberlains, she urged the horse to go to Gongsun Wei.

Gongsun Wei is dressed in black armor and is particularly eye-catching. When he saw her coming, he unhurriedly dismounted from his horse in stirrups, and went to her horse to give a salute.

Ling Jun stood on the back of the horse, and the whip was gently tapped on the palm of his hand, "Gongsun Ji, I'll go to the palace, will you come?" ”

"Not coming." Not much to say as always.

"If you don't come, you won't come, but can you say more? If you do the math, you haven't said more than ten words to me so far. (To be continued.) )