The Empress Dowager Cisheng was about to walk in, but someone snatched the sword in Zhu Yijun's hand one step ahead of her.

"How can the emperor play like this?!" Bei Juese glared at Zhu Yijun angrily, angry that he didn't realize that his palm was scratched by the blade when he grabbed the sword.

"Xiaobei, don't be so upset, okay? When I was in the last dynasty, I had been instigated by that group of civil and military officials for a long time, and I also watched the recital for a long time, and I was tired for a day! Come back and let you play with me for a while, is that also wrong? Is there something wrong? I need the benefits and treatment I deserve, and I need the entertainment that a normal person should have! Zhu Yijun's tone is three points of complaining, three points of dissatisfaction, and six points of coquettishness.

"Your Majesty! As the king of a country, you should love the people like a son! Although the status of the slave is low, the slave is also a human being, and he is also the emperor's people, and the emperor should not play with his own people like this! Since he learned that he currently has no hope of being expelled from the Qianqing Palace by the unscrupulous emperor, he has been catching the emperor's mistakes all the time, preaching and counting down to be a qualified, qualified, virtuous, knowledgeable, and righteous palace person, and strive to become one of the ten outstanding palace people who are the least liked by the emperor and the most annoying to the emperor as soon as possible. In order to make the content of the preaching richer and more exciting, he has recently been very diligent in reading the works of famous ministers, loyal ministers, and corrupt Confucians in the past dynasties, and has also observed the novels of "The Biography of Wei Zheng", "The Biography of Jingzhong Yue Fei", "Hai Ruidou Yan Song", "Bao Qingtian" and other novels, from which he learned the iron-blooded heart of worrying about the country and the people, serving the king loyally, and distinguishing between right and wrong. Although he didn't fully understand it, he would just copy a few lines of dialogue to deal with it.

Zhu Yijun, who was counted a few words and felt bored, flattened his mouth and said, "Okay, okay, if you don't play, you won't play!" He glanced at Bei Juese's puffing face, and the smile climbed up again, "Don't play with grapefruit, but Xiaobei, you want to drink with me!" ”

Bei Jue glanced at Zhu Yijun with contempt, and continued to preach: "The worries of the world first, the joy of the world after the world, we must always have the world in mind and love the people like a son, this is what a Ming Jun should do!" But the emperor is greedy for the things in the cup, only cares about his own pleasure and messes around, and doesn't care about the people of the world! How can the emperor be worthy of the people who have high hopes for you? How to be worthy of the ancestors who worked hard to build the country? Is the emperor ashamed? "Look at how slippery the dialogue borrowed from this one is, this is all the result of being quickly cultivated by the iron bones of famous ministers, loyal ministers, and rotten Confucians!

The eunuchs and guards around all looked at Bei Jue with wide eyes. Courage, courage! This kind of courage to dare to directly scold the emperor and not be afraid of death is worth learning from.

"Yes, you're right, you're right, I'll reflect on it." Zhu Yijun was trained to only hum with a smiling face. Since the beauty came back from the last play, he often preached to him at every turn, and the degree of instigation was completely comparable to that of the annoying old courtiers in the court. However, it is also a pleasing thing to see a beauty preach seriously with a straight face, so he accepts it!

I have never seen the emperor smile so happily after being trained. This spectacle for the first time in history made the eunuchs and guards on the sidelines fall in amazement.

Zhu Yijun glanced at the others present, his originally smiling face immediately sank, waved his hand, and said loudly with a very bad attitude: "What do you see?" Why don't you get out of here?! ”

The crowd was so frightened that they hurriedly withdrew their jaws and quickly retreated to various corners where they could hide from the emperor. It turns out that in order to show the courage not to be afraid of death, you must first have the important foundation of "being favored"! In the hearts of everyone hiding in the shadows, complex emotions such as envy, jealousy, and hatred rose more or less at the same time.

The middle-aged palace maid who followed the Empress Dowager Cisheng outside the courtyard whispered: "It seems that this little eunuch named Xiaobei is also a sensible child. ”

The Empress Dowager Cisheng, who had a satisfied smile on her face, nodded lightly and said softly, "Let's go." ”

Walking out of the Qianqing Palace, the Empress Dowager Cisheng instructed the palace maids behind her: "The mourning family doesn't want to hear any more messy rumors related to the little eunuch in the palace. ”

The middle-aged palace maid smiled knowingly and said, "The slave understands. ”

Before, I was afraid that there would be another phenomenon around my son, and Sun Hai and the guest used such a charm to favor the treacherous villain, but now it seems that there is no need to worry.

The Empress Dowager Cisheng originally had a good impression of Bei Juese, who looked like the daughter of the old man and embroidered with a good hand, but after today's trip to the Qianqing Palace, she liked the little eunuch who dared to stand up and criticize the emperor's mistakes.

Zhu Yijun, who didn't know what the imperial queen had done later, accompanied him with a smiling face, and when he was about to take back the sword that was held in his hand by Bei Juese, he saw that his hand was bleeding. Zhu Yijun was so nervous that he snatched the sword from his hand and threw it to the ground, and then dragged him into the house to turn over things like gold creation medicine that could stop the bleeding.

When Zhu Yijun carefully sprinkled gold and medicine on Bei Juese's wound, Bei Juese remembered that there was still a very important thing to do.

"Your Majesty, the slaves have one thing to ask for." Bei Juese endured the stinging pain in his palms and looked at Zhu Yijun.

"Oh?" Zhu Yijun stopped his hand and looked at Bei Juese, who had never asked him for anything, with a puzzled gaze, "What's the matter?" ”

"The slave wants to ask the emperor to pardon the few people under the queen and release them back from the peace hall."

"Why?"

"Reason? Because, because of ......" Bei Juese frowned, and couldn't think of a good reason to think about it.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Zhu Yijun deliberately said: "I want to release people without a proper reason, have you ever heard of 'Jun Wu joke'?" Doesn't this one sending them over, and the other saying to release them, make me look like a repeater who doesn't believe in his word? ”

Bei Juese couldn't find the right words to refute, he was stunned for a while, as if he had made up his mind and said, "Since this is the case, that, that...... Things started because of the slaves, so please ask the emperor to send the servants to Anle Hall too! ”

Zhu Yijun was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said nothing, just wrapped the clean cloth tape around the wound on Bei Juese's hand. Accustomed to seeing his hippie smiling face but never seeing him expressionless and silent, Bei Juese couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't know what to say in this atmosphere.

After bandaging the wound in silence, Zhu Yijun also raised his head, and said with a smile on his face: "It's okay if I agree to your request, but it's ......."

He deliberately dragged out his voice and didn't say anything else, and Bei Juese asked anxiously, "But what?" ”