The emperor smiled faintly: "The grandmother in the palace of the concubine has a heart, but this Yizi soup is cold, and it loses its medicinal effect, so let's heat it up and drink it again." ”

Sixi's eyes flashed slightly, and he bowed down and retreated with the medicine in his hand.

Fang Xueqing shrugged her shoulders slightly, this soup is a reason, as for what is beneficial and not beneficial, how could she believe in this kind of thing from the twenty-fourth century. Coming to see the emperor is her real purpose, and now that she has seen it, she naturally doesn't care if she drinks the decoction or not.

Seeing the emperor stretching out his hand to her lightly, Fang Xueqing remembered that she still had a copy of the fold she had just taken in her hand, and was about to return it to the emperor, but her eyes were attracted by the word Jinzhou on the fold, and she didn't care about the emperor's ugly face at the moment, and hurriedly read it.

"Presumptuous!" The emperor was furious and suddenly stood up.

Fang Xueqing read the short excerpt unmoved, and then looked at the emperor with a sneer: "This is why you killed people?" By the way, I heard that there was a criminal official, who was dotted all the way, and he didn't even pull down the little eunuch who poured the night incense, so he entered the front of the palace, just to get on this fold, right? You killed him? ”

The more angry the emperor became, the more expressionless his face became, but his voice was as cold as ice: "It is a capital crime to interfere in the harem, Fang Xueqing, are you impatient?" ”

Fang Xueqing sneered slightly: "Of course not, I am young and in the prime of life, how can I not want to live, I just want to know, how does the emperor plan to deal with this deceived Shao Feifei?" ”

The emperor knew that he would snatch it by force, but he couldn't snatch Fang Xueqing, who had superb martial arts, so he simply saved his strength. Besides, he was still worried about the unclear force behind her, and he didn't plan to turn his face with her. He sat down with a sneer and picked up another fold: "It's just a random bite before death." Am I a fool? ”

Is it really just a random bite? Fang Xueqing frowned slightly, looked at the top of the hall, and said: "I have a way to know whether what is written on this fold is true, if I find out the truth, how does the emperor plan to thank me?" ”

The emperor was not in the mood to deal with Fang Xueqing, but her words were like an arrow, slashing into the emperor's seemingly calm, but in fact it was as hot as frying. Chaotic as a barren heart.

He stiffened and pinched the fold in his hand, as if to make a hole in it.

Just when Fang Xueqing was disappointed and thought that he would not speak again, he said lightly: "How do you want me to thank you?" ”

Fang Xueqing's cold eyes lit a cluster of flames, she stared at him tightly, her red lips moved slightly, as if she was about to rush out of her mouth, but she pressed back again.

Then she took a deep breath. suppressed the things that were churning in his heart, and said clearly word by word: "I want to be the queen." ”

She raised her eyes and looked straight into the emperor's eyes, she didn't mind that he knew about her ambitions. She didn't have the patience to deal with him anymore, she wasn't one of those ant-like women in his harem, she wanted him to know. Her strength and strength, she wanted him to understand. Only she can be worthy of him.

The emperor was stunned by Fang Xueqing's straightforwardness, although he had always known that she disdained disguise. But such a frank coveting of the back position still brought him a certain impact.

Fang Xueqing looked back coldly, but her cold pretty face climbed up the red glow little by little, like a spring flower at the beginning of the melting of ice and snow, with a trace of pity and beauty.

The emperor's heart unexpectedly crossed a trace of regret, but before he had time to think about what he was sorry about, he suddenly noticed that Fang Xueqing's side face was like a person.

He stood up, stretched out his slightly cool fingers, clamped her jaw, and slightly turned into the light and shadow, how did he never realize that in fact, the two of them had an unusually similar side face, a full forehead, a straight nose bridge, and a soft jaw, but the girl's facial features were exquisitely beautiful, and Fang Xueqing's facial features were so beautiful.

Emperor Xu is gaze was too focused, Fang Xueqing's heart pounded uncontrollably, the heat on her cheeks had spread to her whole body, and she felt a little weak for the first time.

Slowly, a faint smile crept up the corner of the emperor's cool mouth, and he stretched out a slightly cool hand and held hers.

Fang Xueqing instinctively struggled for a moment, then forced herself to unload her strength, her hands became as soft as ordinary women, but there were more thin calluses on her fingertips to hold the sword.

A hint of mockery flashed in the emperor's eyes, but his tone was even more gentle, he took her trembling fingers, took her into his arms, and said softly: "If you want to be my queen, you must have an heir first." ”

Heir? Fang Xueqing frowned, and began to consider the possibility of having an heir, frankly speaking, although she wanted this man, she never considered giving birth to children for him, but, just if this was the condition for the posterior, if this was what he wanted, she thought, she was willing

She leaned into the emperor's arms and hummed lowly, with a hint of coquettishness that she didn't even notice.

The emperor smiled and wrapped his arms around her, but the bottom of his eyes was extremely cold.

Outside the temple,

Sixi, who was holding the hot decoction, stopped outside the palace gate, and the little eunuch whispered back on the side: "The emperor and the concubine are now in the dormitory." ”

Four were overjoyed, it seems that this snow lady has achieved her goal today, he glanced at the tray in his hand, let out a sneer in his nose, and handed it to the little eunuch standing aside.

A team of black-clothed guards trotted over, and Sixi nodded slightly, motioning for them to enter the hall. And he stood at the gate of the temple with his hands behind his back, and watched faintly as the guards quickly cleaned up the corpses with their hands and feet, washed the ground, and another group of little eunuchs rushed in, replaced the piercing curtains, and lit incense around the corners of the temple.

After everything was cleaned up, Sixi walked in.

The heavy floor tiles are black and shiny, the dragon patterns on them are still vivid, and the air smells of red black grass in addition to incense.

A faint herbal smell mixed with noble ambergris, Sixi frowned in disgust, he slowly walked to the imperial case and began to sort out the bookcase. He has been doing this kind of thing for more than ten years, starting from when he was just a little eunuch who had just been purified, and he followed the emperor who was only a fifth prince at that time.

He slowly used his white fingers to close the folds that had been spread out, or according to the years and months, or according to the names of the people, and put the corrected folds into the boxes one by one.

Then he saw Wu Yi's excerpt, and recalled in his mind the emperor's ugly face when he compared the excerpt, and his hand paused slightly. After a moment, he gently picked out a fold and unfolded it.

He remembered that the emperor had read this fold at that time, and his face changed greatly, and on the fold, there was a vermilion cinnabar mark left by the emperor unintentionally, so he easily picked it out.

Sixi frowned and read the simple letter of invitation, and turned out Wu Yi's recent fold, carefully compared, and after a while, Sixi's face showed a sudden expression, it turned out to be like this.

Wu Yi's words, the calligraphy of the former general Wang Shu, stroke by stroke, unusually strong, very easy to recognize, but also very easy to imitate, there was no flaw in the original, but Wu Yi is a rough person, he wrote the "Chen" of the "Chen" word, always missing a stroke, and the person who imitates the handwriting is obviously negligent in this.

Sixi put the folds one by one with an expressionless face, packed the boxes, put them on the shelves, and neatly arranged the folds that had not yet been corrected on the imperial case, and then he let out a sigh of relief, put up his hands, and walked outside the palace gate.

A little eunuch appeared silently and fell behind him like a shadow.

"When the news goes out, it is said that the matter of changing the fold has been revealed." Four joys, if there is no authenticity.

A gust of night wind blew, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the little eunuch behind him was gone, as if he had never appeared.

(To be continued.) )