"Everyone, the slave is back. 35xs "Wen Qingwu knelt in the hall and gave Emperor Joan of Arc a big salute. She spoke naturally, as if she were supposed to serve in this temple. The tone was too natural and flat, even Emperor Zhende didn't seem to have a sense of anything wrong when he heard it, he looked up at Wen Qingwu from the official document, and lowered his head again, "Hmm." He said perfunctorily.

Although it is very perfunctory, what Wen Qingwu wants most is such a feeling.

Relieved, after Emperor Joan of Arc bowed his head, she looked up at Li Jianzhi standing beside him. Li Jianzhi glanced at her, Wen Qingwu got up quietly from the ground, and then approached Li Jianzhi and stood in the position he had given up.

knelt beside Emperor Joan of Arc and changed a cup of hot tea for him very intimately. Handed it to Emperor Joan of Arc.

Emperor Joan of Arc took it with his hand, looked at it with a fold in one hand, and took a sip of tea with the other.

Then he suddenly frowned, and turned his head to look at Wen Qingwu, "Why are you pouring such hot tea, don't you think it's hot enough?" He was displeased.

But at least she looked at Wen Qingwu with her eyes, and she hadn't looked at her since she entered the hall.

"Is it sweltering?" Wen Qingwu took the teacup from Emperor Joan of Arc and probed the temperature, "It's not hot." Isn't everyone upset? ”

Li Jianzhi and Cheng Jin must not dare to say more about this, so Wen Qingwu said it so open-mouthed and extremely naturally. 35xs Emperor Joan of Arc stiffened his face, "Why are you restless as soon as you come back, don't you see that Lao Tzu is easy to talk?" ”

Originally, because of the recent floods and disasters in various places, he was worried for many days, and he didn't get angry for days.

Look at the people who are Cheng Jin Duo'an and keep to themselves, they are all palace maids in front of the palace, and her palace maid is also quite unqualified.

"Isn't that?" Wen Qingwu put down the tea cup in his hand and cleaned up the folds on the desk for Emperor Joan of Arc, "Isn't it you who is the most kind, the best talker, and the most transparent in the whole world." ”

The unsuspecting Emperor Joan of Arc was caught off guard, and the restlessness and anger that had not yet come out were still stalked, staring at Wen Qingwu for a while, forgetting whether he should send it or not change it.

After tidying it up casually, Wen Qingwu quickly got up and prepared to escape from this place of right and wrong, "Since everyone thinks that hot tea is uncomfortable to drink on this sultry day, then the slave maid will go and get everyone a cold fruit meal, it's delicious." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Emperor Joan of Arc to speak, he walked out with small steps.

Emperor Joan of Arc was in place, like a tiger that had been scratched, turning around and preparing to get angry and missing the thing that grabbed his hair, looking at the palace where there was no one in the smoke, he "snorted" from his nose and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart. Flash Dance

By the time Wen Qingwu came back, it would be a long time later. At this time, Emperor Zhende had already looked at the official document and read it all his thoughts, but he didn't have time to deal with Wen Qingwu.

Li Jianzhi watched Wen Qingwu cautiously come over with a wooden plate containing a glass bowl, and his eyes were still very careful to look at everyone who was bowing their heads to approve the official documents. He turned his head and glanced at Cheng Jin tacitly, and they all saw helplessness and a smile in the other party's eyes.

This gentle and charming girl, who looks serious and unsmiling on weekdays, is also steady and calm in her work. I didn't expect to be more playful than Princess Gaoyang.

Wen Qingwu didn't know what Li Jianzhi was thinking, she was now thinking about Emperor Zhende. Walk to the side of Emperor Joan of Arc and sit down next to him with the food plate in hand, and place the plate on the table.

I didn't go to call Emperor Joan of Arc either.

After a moment, Joan of Arc's nose moved. Then he looked up from the official document and looked at the things that were lying next to him.

The quiet glass bowl contained a bowl of broken ice, a little syrup in the ice, and the peeled and pitted flesh of the orange next to it, and a cherry on the side of the bowl.

In his previous life, his grandmother remembered that he was tired, and she would often make him these strange meals that he had never seen before. This chilled fruit is one of them. However, the flesh may not be the same.

"What the hell?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked, looking at the glass bowl.

Wen Qingwu picked up one of the spoons in the bowl and scooped it into his mouth, then put the spoon on the plate and pushed it in front of Emperor Zhende: "Back to the emperor, this is what A-Niang often made for slaves and maids when they were children." Whenever the slave maid is restless or the summer heat is unbearably hot, drinking such a bowl of chilled fruit makes the whole body feel refreshed! ”

"What about my child?" Emperor Joan of Arc said, snorting from his nose, very disdainful.

"How dare you?" Wen Qingwu said, and pushed the ice bowl in his hand in front of Emperor Joan of Arc again, "It's just that when I think of such a good thing, I can't give it to everyone." ”

Emperor Joan of Arc still didn't stretch out his hand, and looked at the bowl of colorful chilled fruits with disgust.

"Slaves and maids have any good things, and they can't wait to give them to everyone." Wen Qingwu said flatteringly: "Fortunately, I am not a man, Your Majesty said that if a man is a minister, he must be a courtier." She said very seriously.

Hearing Emperor Joan of Arc laugh, "You still have a little self-knowledge. As he spoke, his face softened, and he reached out to pick up the bowl of chilled fruit, scooped it, and thought of something, "That's not necessarily." I remembered that Wei Xuancheng said that if you are a man, you will be the pillar of the court if you become a minister. ”

I hadn't heard him say that to a young man. Then you say, if you are a courtier for a man to enter the court, are you a courtier or a virtuous minister? Emperor Joan of Arc asked as if he was very smooth, and then scooped a mouthful and put it in his mouth.

Wen Qingwu mentioned in his heart that it didn't matter whether he was a minister or a virtuous minister. The important thing is whether she thinks the emperor is right or Lord Wei is right.

It's a pity that she is a minister, not virtuous, but not sycophant.

The sweetness of his mouth made him frown at first, and then stretched his brow very comfortably.

Wen Qingwu had been staring at Emperor Zhende's face, looking at his face, knowing that he was satisfied, so he replied: "Your Majesty knows why Zheng Guogong said this about me?" ”

"Why?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked, without looking at Wen Qingwu, he scooped a spoonful of chilled fruit in his hand and put it in his mouth.

Wen Qingwu looked at Emperor Joan of Arc, her eyes were sincere and calm, so that others ignored her bold behavior of looking directly at the emperor. "Because the slave maid has been by everyone's side for a long time, how can I get a little dragon gas in my ears and eyes, and naturally I am more powerful than those ordinary people!" Wen Qingwu said, sycophants are simply at hand.

"Poof" Emperor Joan of Arc choked and coughed.

Wen Qingwu quickly took the Jinpa from Li Jianzhi's hand and handed it to Emperor Zhende, "Sure enough, it is the Son of Heaven, and even the cough has a little more majesty than ordinary people!" ”