179 Emperor Heart

Pei Jinji's forehead jumped twice, Your Majesty, I said it early in the morning, the way of black and white is only a little clear, you said it, pass the time, insist on me to go down, this is only a few children, you are buried like this? Even if it's used as a disguise, it doesn't need to be like this, right? What's more, hastily two sons, have you taken it seriously? Such a perfunctory approach to your opponent is a disrespect to your opponent in a chessboard game, you know?

What about the good Mingjun, the good generosity and benevolence?

I really didn't expect that you were such an emperor?

Pei Jinzhen's mental activity is extremely rich, but his face is so calm that he is expressionless.

Wei Yan got the holy order, quickly came up, put the chessboard down, and asked the attendant Gong'e to change the refreshments.

Emperor Yonghe squinted and glanced at the ground, "Get up!" If you keep kneeling, I will only find it an eyesore, not comfortable. ”

Pei Jinzhen was silent, responded with a sullen "yes", and slowly stood up, but he still tied his hands to the side.

"There's pastries on the table, you're at your own disposal." Emperor Yonghe seems to be generous again at this time.

However, this generosity is naturally an illusion, and if it is really generous, then there will be no such thing as today.

Pei Jinzhen raised his eyes and stared at the pastries on the table, eager to stare out of the hole in the crystal clear horseshoe cake.

Although Emperor Yonghe came to spring hunting, he was not completely idle, every day, there would be a fast horse in Fengjing City to send important folds, waiting for him to review.

He quietly approved two reds, raised his head, and saw Pei Jinzhen standing there with his head bowed, just staring at those plates of dim sum in a daze, not moving or moving, and couldn't help frowning and said, "Girl! Come here! ”

Pei Jinzhen was stunned, but he still leaned over cautiously.

"I heard that you have ever judged the character of the time? Speak his words as good as yours? ”

Pei Jinji's eyebrows tightened when he heard this, what does this mean? Want to settle accounts after the fall? She kind of got it through today. This majesty is said to be a wise and knowledgeable king, but he is also the most protective. What's more, when did this happen, at that time, how could she casually say what Qi Yanchong said to Emperor Yonghe's ears?

At that time, there were only the two of them and a red lotus. Red lotus root is naturally impossible, so only ...... is left Pei Jinzhen gritted his teeth with hatred, Yan Huishi, you big mouth!

I hated it in my heart, but on my face, I still looked innocent, "It's just a joke, how can Your Majesty take it seriously?" The words of the second son of Yan are obvious to all in the year-end test, and the courtiers are never as good as them. ”

"You don't have to rush to clear up, I don't mean to blame. He has always been very complacent about his handwriting, but after he came back, he buried himself in hard practice for a long time, but I had never seen him like this, and I asked in private to know the reason. If nothing else, you can make him change, that's what you're capable of. ”

These words attracted Pei Jinzhen's sideways glances, this is a compliment to her, right? Did she hear it right?

"Come on! I had to transcribe these few folds separately, and in the absence of the pen, you did it for you, not only to pass the time, but also to let me see your handwriting. ”

Pei Jinzhen naturally didn't dare to say no, took the pen and fold, and sat down on the low table on the side.

She took two deep breaths, calmed down, and then began to copy.

Pei Jinzhen likes to write and meditate on weekdays, and those twists and turns are very difficult for her, but because of this, she can't look at her eyes, and it really calms her mind a little bit.

These years of hard work have not been in vain, and she can now write a lot of words on her wrist, and she can do it in one go. Yan Chong's handwriting naturally didn't dare to write, and he copied those twists and turns, which really seemed a bit nondescript.

Fortunately, she guessed that Emperor Yonghe didn't really want her to help, but had other intentions.

As for what Emperor Yonghe's intentions were, Pei Jinzhen couldn't think about it at this time. Instead of thinking wildly, it is better to respond to change with the same.

She calmed down and wrote, and she didn't know how long it took, and she didn't know when Emperor Yonghe didn't know when he stood beside her, until Emperor Yonghe opened his mouth, she was shocked to come back to her senses.

"After writing for so long, it's better to take a break and drink tea." Emperor Yonghe looked at her, his eyes were very similar to Yan Chong's, but they were much deeper and more difficult to understand than Yan Chong's.

She didn't dare to look more, but as soon as she touched it, she hurriedly lowered her eyes and responded, "Yes." ”

She's really thirsty, too.

Wei Yan, who existed like a shadow, had already asked the palace maid to replace the refreshments on the original cases, and brought one to Pei Jinzhen. Pei Jinzhen was not polite, and after thanking him, he took a sip and ate two more bites of dim sum with tea.

At this time, outside the door, there were hurried footsteps, but the people who came in made Pei Jinzhen a little unexpected.

Dressed in a dark regular coat and heavy armor, the non-angry and arrogant bearing on his body is the same as what he has seen before, but the subtleties seem to be different. The person who came was none other than her maternal grandfather, the old British duke.

When the old British Duke saw her in the tent at first glance, he was also stunned, but at the moment, he didn't care about anything else, and retracted his gaze, just clasped his fists and saluted Emperor Yonghe, "There is already news coming from the outfield." King Rong and King Ning arrived almost at the same time, but King Rong was the better and finally won the Lingqi first. ”

It was King Rong who won the competition. In his previous life, whether there was auspiciousness from the sky, and there was a competition, Pei Jinzhen didn't know, let alone the result. I just vaguely remember that after the spring hunt, the storage position is still unresolved. It's just that, in this life, many things have changed to a greater or lesser extent. On this spring hunt, King Rong has already taken the advantage, he is already long, and he was adopted by the queen, so he can barely be regarded as a concubine. In this way, I'm afraid there is nothing to do with Xiao Qi.

Emperor Yonghe nodded, looking like there was no surprise. He just asked, "What about King Fu, King Mu, and the time?" ”

The old British duke hesitated for a moment, but shook his head, "There is no news yet." ”

When Emperor Yonghe heard this, he frowned, "Sound the arrow." Now that the winner has been decided, there is no need to compare again, let them all come back. ”

"Yes." The old British duke should have been. Wei Yan went directly out of the imperial tent, and after a while, a sharp sound came from outside the tent, soaring into the sky.

It seems that it didn't take long, outside the tent was the horses' hooves, after a period of hustle, King Rong and King Ning in military uniforms entered one after another, both of them are dragons and phoenixes, but you don't need to look carefully, you can also see the difference. At this time, King Rong was full of spirits, and in comparison, King Ning was much duller.

They also knew that their father, the Lord of the world, was testing them, and that this test was tied to the throne.

If you win, you will naturally be happy.

Those who are defeated will naturally be depressed.

The two brothers both knelt down in front of Emperor Yonghe, Emperor Yonghe smiled and said in a warm tone, praising King Rong for his courage and strategy, civil and martial arts, and also encouraged King Ning not to be discouraged and learn from his brother.

King Ning's depression was alleviated, and King Rong's pride was also subdued.

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