Chapter 11: Is the National Teacher Satisfied?

In a moment, a middle-aged man dressed in silver armor, a red cloak, and wheat-colored skin, with a fierce aura on his face, knelt down majestically in front of Ji Qing and Liu Zhan, this person was Gu Yong.

Gu Yong was originally a small unangry concubine, but when the national teacher found out that he was quite talented in military affairs, he was single-handed, for Gu Yong, the candle yin was the existence of his reborn parents, and he was more understanding.

"General Gu Yong, Chen Zhenxi, long live the emperor, meet His Royal Highness the Regent, Chitose, meet the national teacher."

The little emperor saw such a battle for the first time, looking at Gu Yong with a fierce face, he began to be afraid, he looked at Ji Qing, "Sister, I ...... I'm afraid ......"

All the ministers shook their heads below, Your Majesty is really still a child, and such an act is really ......

The watery eyes were about to fall off the golden beans, and she was stunned in her heart, Zhan'er, she was really still a child...... Ji Qing gritted his teeth, held back the distress in his heart, and reprimanded sharply: "Your Majesty is the Ninety-Five Supreme, you can't be like this, take back your tears, what kind of system is this!" ”

Being said so harshly by Ji Qing, Liu Zhan's small body was stunned, and he hurriedly wiped his tears, sniffed his nose, and sat down on the dragon chair uneasily, trying to maintain his "majesty".

"Your Highness, wouldn't this be too strict......" Peach Blossom looked at the little emperor's pitiful appearance on the side, and whispered to Ji Qingdao.

Peach Blossom is the personal maid beside Ji Qing, and she is also the palace maid.

Ji Qing raised his hand and stopped Peach Blossom's words, "Zhan'er is not an ordinary child, he is the Son of Heaven, how can he be like other children!" "If you are in the royal family, you can't be cowardly.

Cowards can't survive, the palace will always be a place where the weak eat the strong, if you want Zhan'er to live and become a generation of kings, you must be ruthless! You must also be aware of everything!

Those who are in high power need to abandon seven emotions and six desires in order to be strong, so they are the emperor and lonely for life.

Because in the end, the emperors who were able to sit on this dragon chair all sat on thousands of corpses, and there was no shortage of their own fathers and brothers in this corpse.

A sense of loneliness flashed in Ji Qing's eyes 眸️.

"Gu ...... General Gu is flat. The little emperor looked at Gu Yong in addition to being afraid, but also a little unwelcome, it was because of him that his sister would teach him a lesson in public! Shamelessness for him!

"Grace, proclamation."

"No."

Candle Yin had always smiled gently, but although he smiled, he was bottomless, and he stared closely at a girl behind the pity.

Hearing Xi Qing's words, he couldn't help but sneer: he is still a child, and he still has the kung fu to reprimand the child.

"Fengtian carrier, Emperor Zhao said: Gu Yong, the general of Zhenxi, pacified the frontier, made countless achievements, was specially named the Marquis of Zhenxi, inherited from generation to generation, gave a pair of gold books and iron coupons, the Northwest Tiger Fu, and was in charge of 600,000 frontier troops, hoping that Qing could be loyal to his duties and live up to the expectations of me and the princess regent to protect my Great Song Frontier, and I admired this——"

Hearing this holy decree, Zhao Tingzhi didn't say much, just looked at the candle yin silently.

"Hey-His Royal Highness the Regent is not stupid, he actually let Gu Yong take charge of all the military power in the northwest area." Standing behind the voice of Zhao Ting, the minister said, Her Royal Highness Princess Regent, when has she been so "generous", she is still a person who is in the candle shade.

He is one of Ji Qing's henchmen, a lieutenant, named Huo Haoran, and Huo Quai's descendant.

The other ministers also began to talk to each other.

"What kind of fame does Liu Jiqing, this girl, want to do?" In the middle of the country on the side of the squire road.

"Ho, don't be impatient, my lord also wants to see which one this is going to play, don't be in a hurry."

Everyone present had evil intentions.

Gu Yong took the tiger talisman and the golden book and iron coupon, and swore respectfully: "The minister will live up to the expectations of His Majesty and His Royal Highness." ”

"Good!" Ji Qing waved his sleeves, not planning to say anything more.

Today's matter, let's stop here, before leaving, Ji Qing glanced at Candle Yin and Gu Yong lightly.

That's gone? Just two words? Candle Yin raised his eyebrows, and he thought about it for a while, Candle Yin shook his head regretfully, he knew that this was the case, why did he come to this boring early dynasty, he should be called sick.

Cheng En saw that the little emperor was a little impatient, and secretly glanced at Ji Qing, and said with great eyes: "There is a book to play, and there is no book to retreat from the dynasty——"

The secretary of state retired.

Ji Qing threw off his sleeves and left directly, and the early dynasty ended safely after reading out Gu Yong's reward, and the prince who thought that he was going to "make a big fuss" was inevitably a little disappointed.

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Imperial Garden, Ji Qing retreated from the early court.

changed into a light blue phoenix robe, and her low-hanging sideburns were swayed with pearls and jasper, reflecting her face that had brought disaster to the country and the people.

Ji Qing sat in the Wanchun Pavilion, at this time in December, the cold, only this plum blossom pavilion in the imperial garden, perhaps it was to see the bloom of Lamei in the wind and snow, Ji Qing was actually interested, wanted to paint here.

Ji Qing picked up the pen, dipped it in Danqing, looked at the plum that "Ling Han opened alone", and drew on the rice paper little by little.

Cheng En and Peach Blossom both stood behind them obediently, but it was an ink face who polished the ink for Ji Qing.

This person was dressed in emerald clothes, his hair was slightly up, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of elegance and indifference, and his eyebrows were two or three points similar to those of candles.

This person is one of the three beautiful men sent by Candle Yin last night, this one is called Shengge, and he is the least like Candle Yin among the three.

At this moment, Sheng Ge was trembling and trembling at Ji Qing grinding ink, he glanced at Ji Qing from time to time, and saw Ji Qing's serious side face and glimpsed that the beauty was still with some rare heroism, but he quickly lowered his head at a glance, and his ears were already red.

"Princess ......"

"Princess, what a good Yaxing." Suddenly, I heard a lazy voice coming from not far away.

Listening to the voice, Ji Qing also knew who it was, she lightly lit a plum petal with cinnabar, raised her eyes, and saw that Candle Yin was wearing a snow-blue Luo shirt, with an indigo Shu brocade crane on the outside, and the neckline and cuffs were embroidered with delicate feather-like patterns.

He wore a snow-white and thick fox fur cloak over his outer robe, which reflected a jade-like face, and he was yawning at the moment, although he seemed to be lazy, but it all revealed the dignity of this person.

Ji Qing raised his eyebrows, this person's clothes were changed quickly enough, one set up, and one set downwards changed again in a short time.

"Slaves and others meet the national teacher."

Candle Yin stopped and walked to Ji Qing's side.

Ji Qing ignored him, continued to draw his plum blossoms, the candle yin did not speak, and glanced at Sheng Ge who was grinding ink for Ji Qing, Sheng Ge seemed to notice something, his head was buried lower, and his hand was trembling slightly.

After a while, Ji Qing painted a plum tree, nodded with satisfaction, and said meaningfully: "I don't know if the holy decree can satisfy the national teacher this morning?" Well? ”

Candle Yin shook his head with a sigh, "How dare the deity be dissatisfied, His Royal Highness the Regent has already cut the flesh, look at this stinky face." ”

"Huh." Ji Qing decided to keep his mouth shut.

Seeing that Ji Qing didn't want to pay attention to him, the candle yin was not annoyed, and he was slightly embarrassed, and there were shallow ripples in his eyes that were as cold as the peak of the snowy mountain.

He said again: "Your Highness's temper is getting worse and worse, how many years of master-apprentice relationship, just like a teacher, lifelong ......" Feeling that the breath of a certain Highness is getting stronger and stronger, Candle Yin took back the last two words, "Hey, look, with the 'gift' of the deity, it is still stagnant with the deity......

The more he said this, the more outrageous it became, and after hearing this, his hand shook, and the hand that was painting the branches shook slightly, and the plum of the whole painting was ruined, just like a bad move, and the whole game was lost.