The wind was cold, and before I reached the main road in front of the Qiongyang Palace, I heard the sound of sparse disputes blowing in the direction of the wind on the nearby path.

“… It's really not good, Mrs. Zhao, the king has an order, this time the approval is a confidential book, no one can enter without his summons, otherwise he will not let the slaves go in to serve and read to him. Madame, please don't be a slave. ”

Zhao Gao's slimy voice was disturbing.

Mrs. Zhao, who was confronting Zhao Gao, was obviously helpless, and she reprimanded in a high voice: "You are really rotten wood and difficult to carve... Then the main palace is waiting for the head office here. ”

It seems that Mrs. Zhao wanted to meet Yingzheng, but was stopped by Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao didn't comply, he said in an embarrassed tone, and it happened that I was turning from the trail to the main road, and I saw his embarrassed look when he spoke.

"Madame is delicate, but she can't stand the cold wind blowing like this. The king had ordered the servants not to disturb him, and if he knew that Madame had been waiting outside the study for a long time, he would have blamed the servants for not being considerate of their masters, and would have said that Madame, you have no self-esteem. ”

He looked like he was faithful to the Lord but could not do the Lord's exhortation.

"Good Zhao Gao, you don't listen to the words of this palace, it's against you." Mrs. Zhao's voice was fierce.

Zhao Gao showed a standard grievance, and said a sense of fierce loyalty.

"Madame, what you said - you still don't know the loyalty of the slave to you, if the king can really accept the tea cake of Madame at this time, you will be the first one the slave invites in. Madame..."

He sensed my approach, suddenly stopped speaking, and faced Mrs. Zhao helplessly, and moved two steps in front of me to face me, and said, "Lady Xi Wanfu!" ”

When Mrs. Zhao saw Zhao Gao's behavior, she looked back and saw me, then turned her head and squinted at Zhao Gao, and angrily threw her sleeves and left.

Mrs. Zhao's maidservant walked away with pastries and soup - she was all refused, thinking that Yingzheng must really not see idle people waiting at this time.

I'm still not in the mood to try out the uninteresting things that I don't want to do.

"Since the king is busy with government affairs, the palace will not be disturbed. If it is convenient, please also ask Zhao Changzhi to accept the pastries, and if the king needs it, he can also give it to the king in time. ”

I know very well the truth of "half an official in front of the Yamen", if Zhao Gao does not let him go, it is most likely that Yingzheng is unwilling to meet.

As far as I'm concerned, although I want to see Yingzheng's injury, I really want to get along with him who has been injured and may be delaying his political affairs because of me.

Soft and clueless. I added to Zhao Gao: "If the king is not hungry. Zhao Changzhi and your escorts are separated. ”

I nodded to Luo Onion after I finished speaking. Luo Cong understood, took two steps forward and handed the plate to Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao was stunned when he heard this, and then his small eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a flattering smile.

"Madame has tormented the minions. Since the lady herself prepared it for the king. How can the slave be gifted, since it is Madame, you should dedicate it to the king in person. ”

The person who spoke softly was confused, lowered his head and took the plate handed by Luo Cong to the imperial doctor who accompanied him, and then turned to me and bowed to me, saying, "Please enter the palace with the slaves, and you can personally enter the study and serve the king." ”

Didn't you say that Yingzheng couldn't enter without summoning him?

"But—"

My hesitation was not taken seriously by Zhao Gao, he smiled unabated, and his thick body shifted, and he couldn't help but give way to me.

"Mrs. Creek, please."

Am I a human being enough, or am I lucky that a blind cat hit a dead mouse?

Originally, I wanted to see Yingzheng. But seeing that Mrs. Zhao couldn't get in, I felt a little helpless relief in my heart (I thought that meeting Yingzheng was also a stressful scene, and now I can't get the opportunity to meet, and I can't blame me for not taking the initiative to meet), and now I want to go in again - I have a feeling of fear of catching ducks on the shelves.

Stopping outside the study, Zhao Gao took the pastry after the imperial doctor's examination. He gave me the silver platter in his hand.

"Mrs. Creek." He reminded me to take the plate in.

Looking at the closed study door, I wanted to question it, but I also knew that it was useless to say anything to Zhao Gao, since he had already asked me to go in, there must be a reason for him.

Yingzheng's Mrs. Zhao couldn't get in, but she took the initiative to ask me to go in, there shouldn't be no strange in this, right?

But I'm just here to deliver a plate of food, so I won't be so clumsy that I will be hated by Yingzheng, who can't see anything, and I'll be self-defeating and punished with death, right?

After inhaling several puffs of night air at the door of the study, I pushed open the door of Yingzheng's study with the slowest speed and the softest voice, tiptoed in, and then quietly covered the tray with one hand.

The study was very quiet, only Ying Zheng was sitting alone, and the huge palace seemed very empty, which made people feel more solemn and cautious.

Ying Zheng's eyes were covered with gauze, he probably didn't hear me come in, still holding the bamboo scroll in one hand and stroking the inscription on the bamboo book with the other, and the thumb of his right hand moved up and down on the bamboo book, concentrating on the government affairs.

I walked softly and slowly, slowly walked to the side of his bookcase, looked at his frowning and focused, and suddenly wanted to cry: It's all because of me, Yingzheng, who wants to watch the world be conquered as soon as possible, will be blindfolded and rely on his hands to know the affairs of the world, if there is anything wrong with him, I must be a sinner for the ages.

However, I don't know what kind of perverted mentality, looking at Ying Zheng's resolute brows and the lonely bamboo book in his hand, thinking that he is like this because of me, a huge sense of happiness swelled up in my heart.

Ying Zheng's brows tightened again, and my gaze jumped suddenly.

I came back to my senses, worried that my presence would disturb his train of thought, so I moved to the side. Slowly deliver the tray to the periphery of the cartridge on his right, so that if he is hungry, he can reach it and I don't have to stay here all the time to deliver it.

"Brush it up."

Ying Zheng continued to move his fingers and continued to touch the book, his mouth tightly closed, as if he had never opened it.

Looks like he knew someone was coming in.

After grinding the ink, I moistened the pen, brushed the tip of the pen on the inkstone, held it in both hands, and stopped at his right hand.

Ying Zheng's downward right hand stopped, stretched his brow, his hand left the words on the bamboo book, raised, and fell against the pen - but he held my hand holding the pen.

The back of his hand was suddenly warm, and because of the tightness of his strength and the rough hand of Yingzheng, his heart stopped beating, and he was suddenly pounding, and his mind was agitated.

Ying Zheng's fingers stroking the bamboo book were applied to the back of my hand and kneaded, the torrent generated by the slightest movement was like an electric shock, I panicked, and I reacted at the moment of fright - I pulled out my hand forcefully!

The brush fell down because of my rash hand-pumping action, hit the bookcase, smeared a black ink on the bookcase, and rolled down to the ground gorgeously.

I was completely stunned, and my mind was blank and remorseful for a while, and I only knew to bow down in horror and quietly listen to Yingzheng's anger.