396 Hate the poor

"Have you ever heard of any secrets? Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. She thought she wouldn't be able to hide it.

Xiaoya nodded, she happened to know some of this secret.

Shen mysteriously sighed and said: "In the past, the emperor's favorite woman lived in Zhongcui Palace, but I didn't want that little lord to be plotted to die in the fire. The fourth master was overly sad, and if someone mentioned the little master of Zhongcui Palace, it would be a crime to kill his head. No one dares to mention it anymore. ”

"Excessive grief"

The little girl said sincerely: "No, that's what the little master of my family said, saying that the emperor loves too much and is too sad to let people mention it." So in private, she always talked about it. But ahhh

Yi Jin saw her blinking her little eyes and said: "I heard the palace maids say that it was because the emperor hated her that he would give the order, otherwise it has been three years, and no matter how sad it is, it will be diluted by time, why don't you mention it, it must be hateful, or." Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. ”

"Hate"

"That's right, just like the little master of the concubine said, to the point of hating poverty."

"Hate the poor" Yi Jin recalled the emperor's attitude of being talented, she smiled, what was she expecting.

I never loved.

In the Heart Nourishing Palace, Imperial Physician Du took the pulse of the fourth master, and the fourth master leaned on the dragon chair and rubbed his temples, feeling more and more tired.

"Your Majesty, the dragon body is important, you should rest more." Imperial Physician Du knelt down and pleaded, now that the emperor's body is overtired, he sits in front of the desk day and night to review and fold his body for fear of not being able to bear it.

Su Peisheng saw that Imperial Physician Du was serious, and asked worriedly, "Imperial Doctor, how is it?" ”

The fourth master had a headache, and shook his hand to signal to go down.

Imperial Physician Du didn't answer, so Su Peisheng followed.

Imperial Physician Du turned around and saw that the emperor was still holding the imperial pen in his hand and changing the twists and turns there, shook his head and said: "I am desperate for a disaster, and now my pulse is very vain, and my body is weak and tired. The emperor should have a good rest, combine work and rest, and use some supplements to see if he can replenish his strength. But after all, it is necessary to have a good rest, and enough sleep can make it full of energy and energy. The emperor doesn't listen to persuasion now, and asks his father-in-law to bother more. ”

Su Peisheng nodded: "There is Doctor Laodu." ”

Sending the imperial doctor away, Su Peisheng saw the emperor sitting at the desk, and he had a plan in his heart.

Now it seems that I have to tell the queen mother, so I will make my own proposal to invite the little master of the concubine tonight.

The fourth master looked at the rice paper full of days under his hand in a daze, if it weren't for the medicinal fragrance of Shicai, his head wouldn't hurt so much, and he didn't know what to do.

At that moment, he thought it was her back, but it turned out to be nothing more than a person who was nothing.

"Jin'er, you are becoming more and more unruly, knowing that I am waiting for you, but you don't give any news."

Su Peisheng saw that the rice paper was on the case again, and the fourth master's neat handwriting added another day that he couldn't wait, he should be the most ruthless person in the world, but he became the most affectionate one, so he had to shake his head and persuade in distress.

The servant knew that the emperor was not sleepy, so he ordered someone to invite the nobles to come over and play a song. The emperor wants to listen to soothe his mood. ”

The sound of her piano was like a spring water, like a lark, and the fourth master held his aching head and looked at Chang Yue in a vague daze. Today, she is like her three years ago, wearing plain clothes and bowing her head and smiling, her calm eyes are full of affection. With the playing of his fingertips, he looked more and more intoxicated, until he stopped the imperial pen in his hand, and the handsome carved face calmed down, Su Peisheng knew that the emperor was asleep.

The sound of the piano hovered in the air, and it could not be dispersed for a long time, and the corners of the fourth master's mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled.