One is for the safety of Emperor Joan of Arc, and the other is for the occasional need to judge the affairs of the court, so they will be summoned.

Whenever the court meeting was over, he would go around to the back door of the Xuanzheng Hall and wait for Emperor Joan of Arc to send him.

"Yes." Si Mu responded.

He also wore a silver scarf on his head, silver armor on his body, and a sword pinned to his waist. His official uniforms are more majestic and domineering than others, and his heroic posture is sassy.

The armor reflected a blinding glow in the afternoon sun. It's like a person who has been shrouded in light.

Wen Qingwu has been following behind Cheng Jin, still thinking about the events at the court meeting.

It wasn't until he heard Si Mu's voice that he realized it. Turned his head and looked.

Coincidentally, this gaze was seen in Si Mu's eyes.

The narrow eyes are like a pool of abyss, like a landscape painting splashed with ink. It's pretty.

However, Wen Qingwu withdrew his gaze with just one glance.

Si Mu didn't dare to look at it either, and only glanced at Wen Qingwu's legs when he lowered his head.

As a palace maid who meets the court by the side of the Son of Heaven, she will definitely not have a seat than the ministers of the court. Often one stop is not moved for most of the day.

Seeing her steady steps, he was relieved.

He withdrew his gaze and retreated.

Returning to the Zichen Palace, Wen Qingwu stepped forward to serve Emperor Zhende and undress.

Usually served by Cheng Jin, Emperor Zhende looked at Wen Qingwu, who was taking off the Ming and Huang court clothes for his own thoughts, and looked at the side again, but he didn't find the shadow of Cheng Jin.

But he didn't say anything, and after sweeping his eyes, he opened his hand and let Wen Qingwu take it off, but his mind was thinking about the things in the court.

Better clothes, and bread. Wen Qingwu is swinging chopsticks and Zhang Luo.

On weekdays, these are also made by Chengjin.

Emperor Joan of Arc still didn't say anything.

After finishing the meal, the Chinese book province moved a basket of folds over. All the excerpts of the Holy Purpose need to be reviewed in the Chinese Book Province first. After picking, the payment is made, and then presented to the emperor.

After the emperor has approved it, the excerpt will be sent to Menxia Province. If it is said that the Chinese book is reviewed first, then the next door is reviewed.

Whether the review is feasible or not, whether it is feasible or not. Okay, and handed it to Shangshu Province. Shangshu Province implemented this way.

If it doesn't work, then call back. Where to hit? In front of the emperor, of course.

This kind of departmental form of central imperial power, but not highly centralized, is a good way to avoid du cai.

Emperor Joan of Arc began to review the excerpts. The person standing next to him serving tea and pouring water was still Wen Qingwu.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Wen Qingwu, and then drooped down. Still didn't say anything and didn't ask much.

Wen Qingwu stood up straight with the teapot on the side, glanced at Emperor Zhende who didn't say anything, and frowned imperceptibly.

It's not like his style.

Is she supposed to do something?

Wen Qingwu lowered his head and looked at the teapot he was holding in his hand.

Li Jianzhi next to him saw it and glanced at Fan Yunxian who was standing under the stairs.

Fan Yunxian has been following Wen Cairen these days, and Li Jianzhi naturally knows what the situation is.

Fan Yunxian understood, and stepped on the stairs softly to pick up the teapot in Wen Qingwu's hand, but was slightly sideways by Wen Qingwu to avoid it.

She shook her head slightly at him. Although Fan Yunxian was puzzled, he still withdrew his hand and put it in his sleeve and stood aside without saying anything.

After a long time, Emperor Joan of Arc put down the fold in his hand and stretched his waist.

It was getting dark outside, and I was very tired from reading the excerpts for an afternoon. After stretching your waist, you can take a sip of the teacup. As soon as I drank it, it was empty.

He put aside the teacup and looked inside, frowning.

Turning her head to look at Wen Qingwu, she was holding a teapot in one hand, looking at the outside of the Zichen Hall that opened the door of the hall, her hair was stunned.

"What are you doing?" He slammed the quilt in his hand on the table, and was very displeased.

Wen Qingwu came back to his senses and looked at Emperor Zhende in confusion, "Huh? Oh. Do you want to eat tea? After speaking to himself, he hurriedly bent down to pour tea.

After standing for a long time, I spilled it.

"Yikes!" Wen Qingwu let out a low breath and hurriedly wiped it with his clothes.

Emperor Joan of Arc saw with a calm face that it was finally poured and took a sip.

"Why is it cold?" He asked with a straight face, and then didn't wait for Wen Qingwu to answer, and asked directly at the palace, "What about Chengjin?" Let her serve me. ”

"Yes." Li Jianzhi responded and glanced at the slave maid under the stairs.

The little chamberlain hurriedly walked out.

"Are you cold?" Wen Qingwu was not afraid, and walked out quickly by the little chamberlain, and asked Emperor Zhende.

"You pour tea, I don't know if it's cold or hot?" Emperor Joan of Arc gave her a blank look. "You can't do such a small thing, waste."

"What everyone is not happy about is that this tea is cold?" Wen Qingwu said, sat down, put the teapot on the table, and tilted his head to look at Emperor Joan of Arc, "Didn't everyone drink any difference?" ”

Emperor Joan of Arc was told by her, "What does it smell like?" He asked, picking up the teacup and taking another sip.

Smacked his lips, "What kind of tea are you brewing here?" He approached the quilt and Wen Qingwu asked.

"Autumn laurel tea." Wen Qingwu said, with a gentle smile on his face, "The emperor hasn't drunk this, right?" This is the new cinnamon picked by the slave maid from the imperial garden, dried and ground into powder, fried with matcha for three riturities, and boiled. ”

As she spoke, she lifted the lid of the teapot in her hand, "Your Majesty, look, there are two Huaisang leaves here." ”

Emperor Joan of Arc really followed Wen Qingwu's words and stretched his neck to look inside the teapot, and sure enough, he saw two mulberry leaves floating on the tea. I couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's the point?" ”

Sometimes there is a lack of criticism, and it's not bad to have someone to talk to.

"This tea was taught by the slave's grandmother, saying that in the near winter after mid-autumn, drinking more of this tea can protect the heart and lungs, warm the blood and body. But because of the hot nature of the mulberry leaves, if it is not a rainy day, it is most comfortable to eat when it is cold. Wen Qingwu said, looking at the sky outside, "The slave maid thought that the weather was not bad today, so she made such a pot of tea for everyone." ”

Even though it was getting dark, the sun was shining through the clouds. The afterglow of the setting sun spreads all over the stone steps.

Emperor Joan of Arc listened to it for fun, "Which grandmother are you?" How do I remember that Ying Guogong's wife has long since died. He asked casually, leaning back on the dragon chair, looking at the sunset steps outside with Wen Qingwu.

The grandmother in her mouth is, of course, a grandmother who is different from ordinary people in her previous life.

Half true and half false, and then put on your own nonsense. It's hard to know whether it's true or false, but this casual sentence was listened to by him.

"This grandmother is not the slave's own grandmother." Wen Qingwu said, propping himself up and pouring a full cup for Emperor Joan of Arc, "It's an old woman in the slave neighborhood, who is old and very kind. ”

"Everyone should be tired after reading so many excerpts. The slave and maid give you a button. With that, she turned around and walked behind Emperor Joan of Arc and pressed his sideburns for him.

Leaning on the dragon chair, being gently pressed on the sideburns of the ear, is very soothing.

He closed his eyes leisurely.