Xiao Qi was most afraid of dealing with a scribe who was full of economy and opened his mouth to be benevolent, righteous, courteous, and wise, and subconsciously refused when he heard it: "You don't have to ....... it"

"I thought you had been clean in the house for the past few years, and you knew how to taste these elegant works. Is it possible that you still like to drill in brothels in green buildings as often as before? ”

Xiao Qi had a headache and didn't understand how the emperor mentioned this stubble.

"It's been a long time since I went, why is the royal brother asking this?"

"The queen mother worries about your marriage, and she always mentions you to me twice a month, and I have to take care of your housework in vain."

"The subordinate brother is guilty, guilty."

He looked panicked, but there was no uneasiness on his face, the emperor had long been accustomed to his appearance, and simply kept silent.

In the early years, Lao Jiu loved to go to Willow Lane, Flower Street, and everyone in Beijing knew it, thinking that he was happy and used to having no princess in the palace. In recent years, somehow, I suddenly changed my temperament, no longer visited the Qinglou kiln, and devoted myself to training soldiers and horses in the military camp day and night, and now they are in their twenties, but the palace still does not have half of the side concubines.

The Queen Mother used to be unaccustomed to seeing him everywhere and indulging in wine, and she said to her face that he asked him to restrain herself several times, but she was also afraid that he would damage his body, but now that he is good, people are pure and want to bury their heads in military exploits, and they begin to worry about his lonely children and grandchildren who don't know when they will have it.

When I was anxious, I couldn't help but be strange, so I asked the emperor to inquire.

What is puzzling is that no matter how the emperor inquires, there is no useful information about the relationship between men and women in Lao Jiu in those years.

Even the common people are secretly spreading the word that Lao Jiuhao Longyang, the eunuchs in the West Factory are the most good at dedication and charm, and when they heard some rumors, they actually sent him two beautiful little men.

The emperor was angry and funny when he heard it, did they forget that it wasn't Xiao Qi who visited the Qinglou every day a few years ago?

The Queen Mother was anxious about his marriage, and she always nagged, and even the Queen Mother, who had a long life of eighty, followed suit. Every year, I have to help him find one or two draft girls, but I can't imagine that Lao Jiu will find a reason to refuse. Later, I got annoyed, and when it came to the day of the draft, I hid in the field and disappeared for two months, without even a message.

Even if there is such lawlessness, who can control the Nine Princes, the most spoiled by the Queen Mother of the Two Palaces?

No one can manage it, even the emperor sometimes has to give up three points, and he is the most careless in the palace.

As soon as the emperor ascended the throne, the nine princes had to go to the court, and wandered among those civil officials who could speak and learn, so he had a temperament, and he was older and his temperament was also stable, not as good as in previous years, but he was still arrogant.

The emperor was too lazy to care about his marriage, but the queen mother urged, and the queen mother liked Lao Jiu the most, so he sighed: "The queen mother let you have time to go to her." ”

Xiao Qi sighed, hugged the painting in his arms, and arched his hand: "I will go when I have time, and my brother will retire." ”

After that, he left the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The emperor looked at his merry back without looking back, so he could only shake his head, and plunged into the fold to write hard.

From Beijing to Hangzhou, it takes about half a month to take the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

When Yu Shu received Lou Lao's letter, he was sitting on a big stone by a stream at the foot of Lingyin Temple, holding an easel and trying to paint the strange stone of Feilai Peak.

Jumping neatly from the stone, Yu Shu cleaned his hands in the gurgling stream, and wiped his hands dry repeatedly, and then solemnly opened Lou Lao's letter.

When she saw the first sentence of the opening chapter, her eyebrows jumped, and she was very resistant.