Zhao Xiangling stared at his face and suddenly took a step forward. Raising his hand, his hair was loose, and his black hair was scattered, making his face whiter and whiter.

Playing with Li Ruiqing's hair crown hairpin, Zhao Xiangling said softly: "The national teacher should not play any tricks, the national teacher committed suicide, the Wutong Palace was buried in the whole palace, the national teacher went out, I will set foot in the Li Mansion, and not a dog will be left!" ”

"You must do this absolutely perfectly, Your Majesty!" Li Ruiqing gritted his teeth and said. A man taking off a hairpin is the same shame as a woman removing his shoes, and Zhao Xiangling is clearly humiliating him! Besides, threatening the lives of the servants of one palace and one mansion, he really couldn't do anything more.

Today, there is only about the only one who can threaten people so unscrupulously, Zhao Xiangling.

Zhao Xiangling sneered: "It is really not my style to reason with someone who dares to rebel against usurpation. ”

"Take it down! Look ahead! ”

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As Li Ruiqing said, without him, the court is simply a mess.

In the palace, the ministers of civil and military affairs stood on both sides, chattering non-stop.

"Your Majesty, why did Prime Minister Zuo suddenly return home?"

"Your Majesty, the national teacher cannot stand!"

"Your Majesty think twice!"

"Your Majesty, the minister requests that the national teacher be abolished."

"Your Majesty......"

Zhao Xiangling was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, and the five-colored bead curtain couldn't stop her gorgeous face, and no one dared to look directly at her bright face. She raised her hand and pressed it, and the celadon next to her immediately said, "Silence!" ”

The Manchu Dynasty Wenwu instantly lowered his hands and stood back in his position, bowing his head and not daring to make a sound.

No one dares to underestimate the Son of Heaven, although she is a woman and still young, everyone remembers the tragic seizure of power three years ago.

Three years ago, it was also here, in the same hall, and the prince was only three steps away from the dragon chair. However, the fire broke out, and only one woman was in the fire. Zhao Xiangling, the monarch who was only sixteen years old at the time, actually set fire to the Jinluan Palace, rushed into the palace and cut down her own uncle with a knife.

The struggle for imperial power has always been fierce, and it is not surprising that the brothers raised their swords against each other, and what is surprising is that this little empress, who has always been gentle, actually killed twelve ministers with her own hands without changing her face, and only with her own strength, all the people who betrayed her were left in the Jinluan Palace.

The fire burned for three days, and countless people were killed and wounded, and it was this bright face that came out of the flames.

"It was my idea for the left minister to return to his hometown." Zhao Xiangling said.

Although everyone had their own speculations about this matter, they didn't dare to say it clearly, but now Zhao Xiangling was honest with himself, which frightened the people below.

"Now the situation is peaceful, only the frequent disasters in the south of the Yangtze River, plagues, floods, and locust plagues...... I consulted with the left minister, and the left minister willingly invited himself to go to Jiangnan, and he walked on the road last night. Zhao Xiangling said slowly, "Do you Aiqing feel that you are not worthy of your position, and you have to have Lord Zuo to run the court?" ”

The crowd was immediately silenced, and no one dared to mention it again.

"As for the national teacher." Zhao Xiangling sneered, "The people regard food as the sky, and I take food as the criterion for selecting national teachers, what's wrong?" I, naturally, put the people first, don't you think that I need to play with power when I select a national teacher? ”

"Then what's the use of me still asking you to stand here!"

Gently buckled the table, and everyone's bodies trembled, and they were frightened by this silent 'Wen Yan'. Hundreds of officials fell to the ground: "Your Majesty is angry." ”

Zhao Xiangling leaned back on the dragon chair, his face was flat, and he couldn't see anger.

However, there were still different voices below: "In that case, Your Majesty, why do you still have one person in the palace?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the buzzing sound spread out again.

Yesterday's feast, the selection is not only about food, but also about appearance, if the choice of this national teacher is simple, no one will believe it.

There are even rumors in the market that His Majesty's purpose is not for the national teacher, but for the prince!

Therefore, this morning, the ministers discussed four times, hoping that the emperor would give an explanation.

Zhao Xiangling did give them an explanation: "My harem, what does it have to do with you? Take care of your own backyards, don't start a fire and come to me to complain! ”

After finishing speaking, he threw his sleeves and left, and the yellow robe of Kowloon walked away, leaving a sigh in vain.

The 'new favorite' of Wutong Palace did not know the news from the court in the morning.

Li Ruiqing sat on the windowsill, leaning against the pear blossom wooden window, looking at the scenery in the palace that was already very familiar to him.

The reason why I sat on the windowsill was because there was only a camel hair carpet on the floor, and there were no tables, chairs and benches.

If it weren't for the fact that the bed was a necessity, he probably wouldn't have been left behind.

Not for anything else, for fear that he will judge himself.

Li Ruiqing sighed softly and touched his hair, the accessories on his head had long been torn off by Zhao Xiangling, and no one dared to put them on him.

I don't know how long this kind of captivity will last.

Thinking of this, Li Ruiqing couldn't help frowning and felt a little annoyed.

Zhao Xiangling pushed the door in, and what he saw was Li Ruiqing leaning on the windowsill, his eyes supporting his head, and his eyebrows were slightly sad.

She deliberately made people unreasonable, just to arrest him. I didn't expect him to sit here quietly, really doing nothing.

Also, Zuo Xiang has great ambitions, worries about the country and loves the people, how can he gamble with the lives of people in this palace?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiangling's action of pushing the door was heavier, and with a 'bang', the window sill people looked at it quietly.

Zhao Xiangling had already changed out of his court clothes and was wearing a crimson pomegranate skirt. The skirt is covered with a circle of white pearls the size of a fingernail, which exudes a lustrous shine.

The hair was still draped casually, without the slightest decoration, hanging down to the waist, and the wisps were like silk, which was a little brighter than Dongzhu.

Seeing her, Li Ruiqing walked down the windowsill and stood in front of her and saluted: "Your Majesty." ”

Zhao Xiangling raised his lips: "Why can't the national teacher give a big gift?" ”

Now Li Ruiqing's identity is not the left minister of the Li family, but the national teacher Nanyi, who was selected yesterday.

Thinking about this clearly, Li Ruiqing raised the hem of his clothes and bent his knees to kneel, but his lips were straight, showing that he was not happy now.

Seeing that he was about to kneel, Zhao Xiangling changed his mind again: "That's it, I can't see others like this, so I'll sit down and talk." ”

She threw her long hair away and sat cross-legged on the camel hair carpet under Li Ruiqing.

Li Ruiqing watched her throw her hair all over herself, so she had no choice but to pull her hair behind her first, and then sit next to her. He sat on his knees, unable to find the slightest mistake.

What Zhao Xiangling hates most is his kind of rules.

She straightened up her upper body and messed up Li Ruiqing's clothes: "Li Ruiqing, are you showing me such rules!" ”

Li Ruiqing grabbed her hand that was messing with her, and said forbearingly: "Zhao Xiangling, how long do you plan to lock me up!" ”

Both of them fell silent suddenly.

Zhao Xiangling had already retreated all his attendants, so no one saw this scene.

Li Ruiqing and Zhao Xiangling, the two of them had no courtesy of a monarch and minister, and sat opposite each other, both angry.

Zhao Xiangling's right hand dragged the corner of Li Ruiqing's clothes, kneading it very wrinkled, and Li Ruiqing's right hand was still pinching Zhao Xiangling's left hand, and his fingertips were slightly white.