Ziyue, as the big girl in the house personally selected by Old Man An, although she was not harmed by Zhao Xian, her status is much higher than that of ordinary family maids, and even the old housekeeper is quite respectful to her, and several sisters privately treat her as a little lady, and there are hundreds of people up and down the principality mansion, except for a few masters, only she has the highest status.

It's a pity that no matter how high the status of the maid is, she is also a maid, and she can't stand up to the eldest lady and young lady who are upright, and she got up early in the morning and began to prepare hot water and refreshments to send to the east and west wings.

I heard that after Zhao Xian came back last night, she went to the kitchen to stew ginseng soup again, led the maid to the door with a basin and towel, cleared her throat and was about to call, when she suddenly heard a 'crackling' sound inside, as if the vase and other objects were broken, and hidden weapons such as flying knives and silver needles were shot out of the window.

The plate that Ziyue was holding fell to the ground, and the flower looked disgraced and shouted: "There is an assassin, Side, come and protect the young master." ”

As soon as the words started, I saw a fat man flying up on the courtyard wall in the distance, and he was pressed down by the sky and the sky, and a pair of fleshy palms with a strong wind rushed to the door between several ups and downs, shouting: "Bang! Where dare a thief be presumptuous in the Guogong Mansion..."

Before he finished shouting, he saw that the door was slammed open, and a tall figure leaped out of it, and only when it fell to the ground did he show his figure, it turned out to be Young Master Zhao.

Zhao Xian patted his robe and posed handsome at a few frightened maids: "It's okay, there was a little conflict with Miss Yijun, this girl didn't go to the house for three days, and I cleaned it up and it's okay now." Go down, all of you. ”

Seeing that it was not an assassination, Side hurriedly stopped, and wanted to turn around and go out, but he glanced at Zhao Xian a few times, frowned, and said, "Young Master, why are your clothes in tatters?" ”

Zhao Xian's high-spirited face froze slightly, Yijun promised not to do it, but he didn't say that he couldn't move the knife, he looked at the robe called Huazi on his body, shook his head and smiled: "This is called a fashion trend." You don't understand it. Suddenly remembered that the Ordnance Division still had important matters, so let's go. ”

Seeing that Zhao Xian was about to leave, Ziyue hurriedly walked over and said, "Young master, the slave maid personally stewed ginseng soup for you." You freshen up and eat something before you go. ”

Zhao Xian was relieved: "Sister Ziyue." Don't be a slave, a slave. I have never regarded you as a human being, and the ginseng soup is kept for drinking, and I am so strong that I will make up for the fire. ”

I heard Zhao Xian say that he didn't treat them as people. Several maids were flattered and bowed their heads, the young master doesn't mean that we are regarded as people, don't you want to be promoted to our concubine?

Ziyue was still normal, and after serving Zhao Xian for a few days, he also knew his easy-going temperament, so he hurriedly shook his head and said, "But young master, no matter how anxious you are, you have to go back to the house to change your clothes, going out like this will make people laugh." ”

Zhao Xian waved his hand: "In the past, King Goujian of Yue was lying down and tasting courage, Han Xin was also humiliated by that crotch, not just a big husband who stood up to the sky, what is my Zhao Xian's clothes broken, let's go, state affairs are important..."

Several maids looked adoring, the young master deserved to be a famous talent in Jiangnan, and he spoke so mysteriously. And Side touched his chin and thought for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Young master, the little one can't figure it out, do these two deeds of enduring humiliation have anything to do with your clothes?" ”

"It's strange if you can understand the things of the readers." Zhao Xian glanced at him incomprehensibly, shook his long flowing hair, and left in high spirits.

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On February 19, the fifth day of the founding of the Emperor as emperor, as the saying goes, there are three fires for new officials to take office, and the three forces of the emperor have obviously passed.

At first, he still had a sacrosanct attitude towards the throne, and even the sitting posture was respectful, but after a few days, he had a sore back and was miserable, and he just criticized and folded all day long, and he had to be blocked by several emperors to give lectures in the palace.

Emperor Jianshi failed to develop the kingly spirit of the old emperor, and he really couldn't suppress the courtiers below, so he had no choice but to compromise and obediently go to the court to listen to the class.

That's it, you should let the Emperor Jianshi be idle after the next class, the result is obviously impossible, after these things are done, it is basically the time of the palace ban, he has to sleep, he can't sleep if he doesn't sleep, do a little bit of things that lose the demeanor of the Son of Heaven, it will be recorded by the inner servant, and it is likely to be written into the annals of history, he is not Li Shimin who does not dare to tamper with his living record, in order not to become a faint monarch who has been stinking for thousands of years, he can only get up and sleep honestly, and he has not been to the fairy for a long time to be a guest with a group of friends.

After the early dynasty, while several emperors had not yet come, the Emperor Jianshi leaned in the imperial study, playing chess with Ling Xian, listening to the faint silk bamboo bosom friend behind the screen, he muttered slightly: "Today's spring is bright, I am very poetic, Ling Xian, you come to make a poem for me to hear." ”

Ling Xian hurriedly lowered his head, thought for a while, and said, "Thank God Xie Mingjun, how can I be able to chant if I have no talent?" I once remembered a poem from the ancients, and a moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold. ”

"Bang Bang!" Emperor Jianshi clapped his hands and praised a few times, drove out the palace maids and eunuchs, and then sat down relaxedly: "A good Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, why hasn't my queen entered the palace yet, watching the music and folding all day long, it almost annoys me to death." ”

Ling Xian smiled lightly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, there are many rules for the queen mother to enter the palace, and the people of the celebrant are preparing seriously, it won't be long before Miss Shen can enter the palace to accompany you." ”

Hearing this, Emperor Jianshi suddenly sighed, and said faintly: "Ling Xian, the queen of my total sense of self, she has no favor for me, but the relationship with Zhao Xian is a little strange, I heard that they also exchange poems at the Changzhou Literary Conference..."

"Your Majesty!" Ling Xian immediately shook his head and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, please don't be suspicious, Your Majesty is the true son of heaven, only Qu Yuan, better than Song Yu, rich and noble, and Zhao Xian is just a blacksmith, ugly in appearance, poor, even if he becomes the grandson of the Duke of the Kingdom, he is just a pheasant with golden feathers, and he will never become the phoenix. ”

Emperor Jianshi felt reasonable, and nodded lightly: "Zhao Xian's guy is thick and strong, and he looks fierce, he really doesn't like women, and if he really wants to enter the hibiscus warm tent, he has to crush the woman to death." ”

Ling Xian laughed a few times, and the two continued to play chess.

Within a moment, a light call came from outside the imperial study: "Your Majesty, Lord Shen Lingshan Shen asks to see you." ”

Emperor Jianshi's face was slightly happy, Shen Lingshan was his father-in-law, and he was naturally much easier to get along with than the third duke, so he was busy saying, "Please Shen Aiqing come in." ”

Ling Xian silently retreated, Shen Lingshan slowly walked in from the outside, walked to the desk and knelt down, and said respectfully: "Weichen Shen Lingshan, see Your Majesty." ”

"Hurry up, please." Emperor Jianshi raised his hand slightly and said with a smile: "Before the feast, Aiqing came, but there is something to play?" ”

"Your Majesty!" Shen Lingshan looked left and right, and saw that there was no one in the imperial study, so he knelt on the ground again, touched the bottom with his head, and said with tears: "The old minister came here to present something to the emperor." ”

"Oh?" Seeing Shen Lingshan's big reaction, Emperor Jianshi frowned slightly: "What is it that makes Aiqing so excited?" ”

Shen Lingshan respectfully took out a gold long box from his arms, which was the size of a palm, held it up with both hands, and handed it to the desk.

Emperor Jianshi glanced at it slightly, saw the golden dragon relief on it, immediately sat up in shock, and said in a lost voice: "This, this is given to me by my father?" ”

"Exactly." Shen Lingshan bowed and said: "Thanks to the love of the emperor, I handed over the holy relic to my hands, and instructed the ministers to hand it over to Your Majesty when the foundation is solid. ”

Emperor Jian Shi was startled, hurriedly took it with both hands, opened the gold box, but saw that there was a bright yellow silk cloth rolled inside, which seemed to be a special edict... (To be continued......)