Chapter 67: The First Love of the Sleeping Emperor (1)
Wang San knelt on the ground and wept bitterly: "Your Majesty Xie is generous, and the ministers have nothing to reciprocate, only ...... liver and brain."
"Enough is enough." Zhao Xiangling stopped him, "No one wants you to be stupid." I look at the old man who has no daughter, and it's quite pitiful, and you should also accompany others. ”
"Your Majesty has a point." Wang San said, raised his hand and slowly wiped away the tears on his face, "I will go back and discipline that unscrupulous grandson." ”
Zhao Xiangling sighed: "If my memory is not bad, I heard this some time ago. ”
Wang San's face stiffened, and he lowered his head slightly embarrassed: "Minister, alas! There is no way to take this evil obstacle seriously. ”
"That's easy to do." Zhao Xiangling smiled and said sarcastically, "Don't treat it as your grandson, as a people's daughter, how about it?" ”
Wang San knew that Zhao Xiangling was ordering him. If you don't do it yourself, when she does, it won't be so simple and she can be let go.
"The minister must do his best." Wang San said, "I will give your majesty an explanation." ”
After Wang San left, Zhao Xiangling changed his expression and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking it all, she looked at Li Ruiqing, who was sitting leisurely, and couldn't help asking, "What?" Am I doing well? ”
She had almost exhausted all her life's learning to ......
"Not how." Li Ruiqing said lightly, "Listening to the sore throat." ”
He took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve, poured out a light yellow sugar ball and handed it to Zhao Xiangling. Zhao Xiangling threw it into his mouth without thinking about it.
It's cool and cool, and it's really a lot more comfortable.
"You never hid such a good thing before." Zhao Xiangling snatched the medicine bottle from Li Ruiqing's hand and put it in his sleeve, "I want it, thank you." ”
The latter was still stunned, immersed in Zhao Xiangling's unguarded direct eating of what he gave. How long has it been? How long has it been since she let her guard down on herself?
"Hey!" Zhao Xiangling slapped Li Ruiqing's face and patted it gently, "Li Ruiqing? Are you dead? ”
"Nope." Li Ruiqing came back to his senses, "Your Majesty, I'm very happy. ”
He stood up, rubbed Zhao Xiangling's head and pulled her outside, and took the opportunity to put on a mask for himself: "Go, go back to the palace." ”
Back to the palace? Zhao Xiangling was pulled by him, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey, the palace is my home, when will you also return?" ”
Li Ruiqing was stunned and did not speak. Maybe I don't dare to say it, maybe I can't say it.
"But I like it, it doesn't sound like I'm alone." Zhao Xiangling approached him, "I promised, you also use the word 'Hui'." ”
Li Ruiqing pinched her arm a little harder. He whispered, "You've never been alone. ”
In the future, it will never be.
The two took a shortcut over the high walls of the palace and went all the way to the Wutong Palace. As soon as Zhao Xiangling entered the Wutong Palace, he fell on the table, pulled the crown on the ground and shouted: "National teacher!" I want to eat plum meat. ”
Before Li Ruiqing could stand firmly, he was pushed to the front of the pot.
In order to facilitate the national teacher, Zhao Xiangling deliberately asked people to set up a compartment next to the main hall of Wutong Palace, which had all kinds of objects.
There is no vegetables, no rice, and no oil.
Zhao Xiangling dragged the group, leaned against the screen, and blinked at Li Ruiqing sighing at the black pot.
"What? National teacher? Zhao Xiangling frowned, "Why don't you start?" ”
After finding a knife in his hand, Li Ruiqing picked it up and walked to Zhao Xiangling: "Your Majesty, do you know which piece of meat the plum meat is?" ”
Zhao Xiangling shook his head.
With the back of the knife, he patted Zhao Xiangling's shoulder blade, and Li Rui said quietly: "This is ...... here."
Zhao Xiangling turned his head, saw a flash of light, and hurriedly avoided it: "Ruiqing!" You cut me! ”
"Didn't Your Majesty want the ministers to demonstrate?" Li Ruiqing asked with a smile.
"Wrong, I was wrong. I won't tease you next time. Zhao Xiangling smiled and raised the pot to block his knife, "Qingyun!" Qingyun, you come in, I let you prepare something you can fetch......"
There was no movement for a long time.
Showing his eyes from the pot, Zhao Xiangling found that Li Ruiqing had not lifted the knife. He was just a false move, and he didn't even point his knife at her.
Seeing him take off his guard, Zhao Xiangling lifted his skirt and suddenly shouted: "National teacher, you turtle forgot ......"
Just as he wanted to slap the pot in his hand on the top of Li Ruiqing's head, Qingyun pushed open the closed door, and a palace maid outside was staring at her blankly with a plate.
As soon as the smile was closed, Zhao Xiangling threw the pot over casually, sat cross-legged, looked down, and was instantly silent: "National teacher, you can start preparing." ”
With a calm demeanor and a majestic attitude, he put down the skirt he lifted, and Zhao Xiangling sat quietly on the futon.
The flow is smooth, and it is difficult for others to see the flaws. Even everyone thought that the roar they heard from His Majesty was just a not-so-beautiful illusion.
But, yes, everybody heard it.
Li Ruiqing took the pot, put it on the stage, and finally couldn't hold back his chuckle. There is no doubt that this cover-up, Zhao Xiangling completely failed to cover up.
Hearing his laughter, the embarrassment on Zhao Xiangling's face was even heavier. There was a slight anger on her face, and she turned her head to the lower head palace and said, "Put down the things and leave!" ”
Qingyun retreated first, and then the palace people put down all the trays and bowed out of the compartment. It wasn't until Qingyun closed the compartment door again that Zhao Xiangling leaned back against the screen.
"National teacher, isn't it funny?" Zhao Xiangling bent his lips, released his crossed legs, and propped one up at his side, "If you are like this, I will not give you a fortune." ”
"Your Majesty, why bother, I think that the people in that palace will definitely send the news out according to Your Majesty's wishes." Li Ruiqing smiled, took out a piece of meat from the bamboo basket and put it on a sauce-colored ironwood cutting board.
"I couldn't hide it from the eyes of the national teacher." Zhao Xiangling sighed, got up and stood beside Li Ruiqing. She rolled up her sleeves and asked, "Is there anything you need help with?" ”
While the two were talking and laughing, there was an inconspicuous palace maid in the outer hall who took advantage of no one's attention and no one called, secretly retreated, turned her head and trotted out of the Wutong Palace when no one was paying attention, and she didn't know which corner of the palace she was going to.
Zhao Xiangling tore open a vegetable leaf, feeling bored. She saw that Li Ruiqing next to her had already cut the meat pieces into thin slices, patted them lightly with a rolling pin, and suddenly asked, "Do you guess which official will impeach you first tomorrow?" ”
Li Ruiqing's movements in his hands were not slow, and he brushed a layer of oil into the copper plate on the copper furnace: "It will not be the person who is the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, it is reasonable, and it is more reasonable for this matter to be proposed by Da Honglu." ”
Now the great Honglu who is in charge of Honglu Temple is the Ji family. The Ji family is a small family in the capital, and there have been officials for generations, and the one who has reached the highest position is this forty-six-year-old Ji Lixing.
This person is upright and upright, and he is good friends with the right minister Wang San, but it is only friendship and has no interests. He was the one who impeached the seven grandsons of the right minister in the past.
"Dahonglu?" Zhao Xiangling thought thoughtfully, "This early bird is not bad, I can't do anything about it." ”
Da Honglu is in charge of auspicious and murderous ceremonies, and he is in charge of the palace festival with the Ministry of Rites, and he can't refute him for a while.
Thinking about it, her hand peeling the vegetable leaves slapped down, but it was held in the palm of her hand.