"Why?" Ruyoshi asked, puzzled.

He knew that his master had many secrets, even the secrets of the Zhujiu clan. He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask. But no matter what you want to do, since you have entered the palace and become a palace concubine, you must have approached the emperor in order to be favored.

With favor, close to the emperor, there is power. What you want to do, it's easier.

Wen Qingwu didn't answer, and after a while, he said, "Tell me first, why do you want me to be favored by the emperor?" With that, he turned his head to look at Ruyoshi and added, "If it's because of those unknown secrets, that's it." They will arrange it themselves, and I don't have to do anything more. Do more and make more mistakes, if you get close to the emperor, it will be easier to be discovered. ”

Ruyoshi listened, thought for a moment, and nodded. He raised his head again and said: "In addition to this, the slave maid thought that as a woman, if she wanted to live a smooth life in the harem, or for other reasons, it was better to have a favor than nothing." ”

"Ruyoshi thinks I'm the same as an ordinary woman?" Wen Qingwu asked.

"Naturally different!" Ruyoshi didn't want to say anything.

"What's the difference?" Wen Qingwu asked.

Ruyoshi was asked, and thought about it in embarrassment: "Maybe the master is smarter?" Or, the identity of the master is different from them. In his opinion, his master is naturally completely different from ordinary women, and the difference is very different. But if you want to talk about the difference, he doesn't know where to start.

"Why do you have to follow the same path if you are different?" Wen Qingwu said again.

In her memory, Tang Taizong died in May of the twenty-third year of Zhenguan, and now it is the thirteenth year of Zhende, and she is only fifteen years old. Ten years later, she was twenty-five years old. Integrity is a great time. No matter what she has to do, she has a lot of time. She has never been an impatient person, and she understands it better.

She respects Emperor Taizong, loves him, worships him, and protects him, but only if he doesn't go to his own situation.

Thinking that he would be pressed under him by a burly man who was more than half a hundred years old, Wen Qingwu felt in his heart that there were thousands of insects and ants gnawing at him.

She didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she didn't want anything.

"I know what I'm going to do. But you don't understand. Wen Qingwu said and gently pushed the bowl away: "But you can ask me and ask me what you should do."

Don't make your own decisions.

I'm tired, so stand down. ”

"Yes." Liuji put down the bowl in his hand, helped Wen Qingwu to gently put the person on the couch, retreated to the side and sat down, savoring what Wen Qingwu said.

After a night's journey, in the early morning, when the masters woke up, the convoy stopped to rest.

Li Jianzhi stood next to the wheel, and followed the slave and maid who went in with the basin to the door curtain. In a flash, the person disappeared, and the corner of the curtain was still fluttering gently.

Thinking of the return of the general's chamberlain, he sighed melancholy. After standing for a moment, he walked in with a cross-hearted heart.

Emperor Joan of Arc was washing in the car by the servants of the small palace. Yu Guang saw Li Jianzhi who walked in and asked, "Are you better?" ”

"It looks much better, and it speaks a lot more easily." Li Jianzhi lowered the curtain and walked in with his waist hunched. The chamberlain said it was much better, but he felt as if his brain was burned out even more.

Otherwise, he would say those things in front of the chamberlain with the royal mission?

"That's not bad." Emperor Joan of Arc wiped his fingers: "How about the winter melon slices?" Can she rejoice? ”

Li Jianzhixin raised his throat and said softly: "Everyone, the talented people didn't eat the winter melon slices." ”

Emperor Zhende turned his head and stared at Li Jianzhi: "Don't like it?" ”

"No, it's not at all, so I didn't eat it." Li Jianzhi said.

"What's going on?" Emperor Joan of Arc had a bottom in his heart, and asked bluntly.

Li Jianzhi pressed his hunched waist even lower: "Only then did someone say that she couldn't eat the winter melon slices in her current situation." ”

"What else did you say?" Emperor Joan of Arc turned around and took the Jinpa handed by his servant, wiping his chin with a thick beard.

"Let's just say that the winter melon slices can't be eaten." Li Jianzhi said, raised his eyes and cautiously glanced at Emperor Zhende: "The talented person said that eating that winter melon slice was afraid of killing her." ”

Emperor Zhende wiped his chin for a moment, and turned his head to look at Li Jianzhi: "What did she say?" ”

Looking at Emperor Zhende like this, Li Jianzhi had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, and he said again: "Cairen said, I'm afraid that the winter melon slice will kill her" This Wen Cairen, how can he talk like this? Li Jianzhi blamed in his heart.

With a snap, Emperor Joan of Arc smashed the Jinpa in his hand into the silver basin containing the clear water.

The splash splashed on the faces of Li Jianzhi and the servant serving next to him, and Li Jianzhi and the people on the side hurriedly knelt down.

"The emperor is angry!"

Emperor Zhende looked at the swaying clear water, and his chest rose and fell in anger: "I really take myself seriously." "I don't know how many pounds and taels I weigh? Kind-hearted concern dares to have such an attitude towards him?

Afraid that the winter melon slices will infarct her? It's just a matter of infarction!

The dog sits in a sedan chair and does not know how to lift.

Emperor Joan of Arc snorted coldly: "Since she is so afraid that I will kill her dog, no one will care about her life or death in the future." Let her fend for herself. Emperor Joan of Arc said, stretched out his hand and twisted the veil himself: "Also, go to Luoyang Palace and arrange the worst palace for her." No, don't arrange the palace, arrange the most dilapidated house. ”

Li Jianzhi wanted to respond, but he couldn't respond: "Everyone, the Luoyang Palace is regularly repaired and maintained, but where are there dilapidated houses." ”

Emperor Joan of Arc thought for a moment. But no, Luoyang Palace is magnificent and magnificent, and it is full of magnificent palaces, no matter how bad it is, it is a quiet and elegant palace, where are there dilapidated houses.

"What's the furthest and worst palace from me?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked.

"Everyone, there is no worst, only the farthest one." Li Jianzhi said, looking at Emperor Zhende: "It is the nearest Xianyun Residence at the north gate of Chongguang in the east." ”

"Xianyunju. Have I seen it? Emperor Zhende asked, as if recalling what Xianyunju was like.

"You should have never seen it, but you are biased. It is the farthest away from the Great Cause Hall where everyone lives. Li Jianzhi replied.

"Is it well constructed? Is it big or not? Emperor Joan of Arc asked again.

Li Jianzhi thought for a while and said: "The structure is built according to the specifications of all palaces in Luoyang Palace, but Xianyunju lacks the richness of other palaces, and it is very quiet and elegant. Because there is an apricot blossom forest inside, it is a little larger than the other palaces. ”

"Bigger than other palaces? That's not going to work. Upon hearing Li Li Jianzhi's description, Emperor Joan of Arc immediately shook his head and vetoed: "Think about it, but there are other dilapidated palaces." ”

Li Jianzhi racked his brains and thought for a moment, wondering: "There is really no tattered palace Luoyang Palace, everyone!" ”

Emperor Zhende turned his head and looked at Li Jianzhi with a heavy face.

"But there is no dilapidated palace, but there is a dilapidated small building!" Li Jianzhi hurriedly added.