That's exactly what I said.

Emperor Joan of Arc didn't ask any more. After all, it's all about others. As long as the child is willing.

At least yesterday she seemed willing.

As for the future, Emperor Joan of Arc thinks that he is a son of heaven and can still ensure that his daughter has a good life. Both before and after marriage.

On the fifth day after the New Year, the people are still celebrating the festival, the flavor of the New Year is strong, the lanterns hanging in the streets and alleys are red, and the sound of firecrackers rings from time to time. Emperor Joan of Arc was restored.

Wen Qingwu is even more.

There is no rest in her position. At the end of the day, I am so busy that my feet do not touch the ground. It's been a long time since she's seen the Daysun Daifuku Palace.

However, Wen Qingwu still likes this busyness.

Xu Qiang is still practicing dancing in the teaching workshop for the coming of all countries.

On the tenth day after the Lunar New Year, she really brought a jar of wine. It is said to be a re-brewed plum blossom brew.

She came in the evening, and Wen Qingwu was reading the military book that Emperor Joan of Arc was reading in the imperial study. She stood close, her eyes were good, and she was unforgettable.

Normally, Emperor Joan of Arc has just turned a page, and after she finished reading it, she closed her eyes for a while, and Emperor Joan of Arc would turn the next page leisurely.

When Wen Qingwu finished reading another page, he retracted his gaze and saw Fan Yunxian walking in from outside the imperial study. He only stood by the door and glanced at Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu glanced at Emperor Zhende, who was in a daze, and walked out quietly on tiptoe.

Walked to the door of the imperial study, "What's wrong?" As soon as she finished asking, she didn't wait for Fan Yunxian to ask, and she saw Xu Qiang standing under the pillar.

She stood there with a sigh of sand in her hand.

Wen Qingwu was stunned, and then stepped forward coldly, standing on the top of the stairs and looking at her condescendingly, "What's the matter with Xu Cairen?" ”

Usually Xu Qiang treats Wen Qingwu like a sister, and so does Wen Qingwu. She had never felt condescending coercion and momentum in Wen Qingwu. And Wen Qingwu, who was standing on the stairs and looking at her coldly at this moment, stood upright, with a gaze that she had never seen before.

For the first time, Xu Qiang really felt Wen Qingwu's fierce momentum, which was really an invisible coercion. Could it be that you have been with the emperor for a long time?

"On that day, he broke the emperor's wine jar, and later rebrewed a new jar. I presented it to the emperor today. Xu Qiang said. The tone is calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

Wen Qingwu's gaze swept over the wine jar held in Xu Qiang's arms. She was dressed in a big hat, and the wine jar was held in her arms, and the whole thing was protected in the big hat.

The face is the same, and the action is guarded.

Wen Qingwu's gaze swept over the jar of wine, "Give it to me." She said, holding out her hand.

Xu Qiang immediately took a small step back imperceptibly, and looked at Wen Qingwu vigilantly, "I gave this wine to the emperor." Flash"

"I know." Wen Qingwu looked at Xu Qiang and said coldly, "Otherwise, Xu Cairen will take it to the imperial study by himself?" She asked, leaning to the side.

Xu Qiang looked at Wen Qingwu's appearance and gritted her teeth. Then he looked at her very confusedly, and then at the door of the closed study.

Thinking for a moment, Xu Qiang directly bypassed Wen Qingwu, and then stepped forward and walked to the door of the imperial study, looking at the little chamberlain at the door, "Father-in-law, please go in and pass a word to the emperor." ”

Although they are all people who serve the emperor, there are only positions with high and low, and there are many rules that can only be understood and not understood.

said that they were serving Emperor Joan of Arc, but in fact, more often than not, it was the father-in-law and palace maid above who directly commanded them. The palace maid above is on top, and at the top, it is Li Jianzhi, the father-in-law, and Wen Qingwu, the palace maid in front of the palace.

Generally, except for the first few who served closely, of course, it is impossible for the emperor to care who his little chamberlain is guarding the door.

To put it bluntly, the Buddha is a big Buddha, and it is the monk who directly determines their interests, or the monk who sweeps the floor in front of the Buddha.

So hearing Xu Qiang's words, the little chamberlain didn't go in directly, but looked at Wen Qingwu.

It seemed to be waiting for her to speak.

The little waiter ignored her, Xu Qiang was also a little embarrassed, and looked behind her along the little waiter.

Wen Qingwu still stood in place, with his two hands in his sleeves, and looked at Xu Qiang for a long time, "Xu Cairen is going." ”

Xu Qiang blushed in embarrassment.

Wen Qingwu pulled the corners of her mouth disdainfully, then bypassed Xu Qiang and the little chamberlain, and directly pushed the door open and walked in. Then he turned around, glanced at Xu Qiang lightly, and closed the door.

Only Xu Qiang was left outside the imperial study, quite embarrassed.

The little chamberlain felt embarrassed. They are all talented people, and they are different. People serve the emperor every day.

"Xu Cairen, you better go back." The little chamberlain whispered.

Xu Qiang didn't speak, just stood at the door of the imperial study. Silent and silent.

The wind and snow blew behind her, blowing her heavy.

The little chamberlain glanced at it, then sighed lowly, and turned his head away.

Wen Qingwu walked into the imperial study, and when he went out, he tiptoed without making a sound. Emperor Joan of Arc still carefully flipped through the military book in his hand.

Li Jianzhi, who was standing on the other side of Emperor Zhende, looked up at Wen Qingwu, pursed his lips and did not speak, then looked away.

Wen Qingwu stepped forward, then squatted beside Emperor Joan of Arc, and lowered his voice very low, "Everyone, the hour is not early." ”

It's hard to watch.,I hate being interrupted the most.。 Emperor Zhende frowned and looked up at Wen Qingwu, "What time is it not early?" As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the leaky pot in the imperial study.

The first moment of Shen is not a time to eat or a point to rest.

It's not too early.

Emperor Joan of Arc frowned and looked at Wen Qingwu with displeasure.

When I was reading a book seriously, I was most annoyed by other people's interruptions. If this was the case with Xu Qiang, Emperor Joan of Arc probably wouldn't even raise her head and let her turn east and west and leave.

"There is a saying in the health scripture, when Shen is the time of feeding, and the bladder is ordered, this point should be to go to the toilet." Wen Qingwu said, her voice was extremely calm and serious.

Since the beginning of autumn, Emperor Joan of Arc's body has been a little weak. The doctor prescribed medicine and was still weak.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Emperor Joan of Arc looked at Wen Qingwu inexplicably, unclear.

But it's better to be ignorant than to be angry.

"You can see it at a glance." Wen Qingwu's voice slowed down, making people listen inexplicably comfortable, "Actually, it just looks like everyone has been sitting for too long, and after sitting for so long after lunch, it's time to move." Wen Qingwu said, slowly got up and walked behind Emperor Joan of Arc, and then gently pinched it.

Emperor Joan of Arc was still a little hot, but after sitting for too long, he found that his waist was indeed a little sore.

And then the next moment. There was a soft little hand pressed up, and the place where it was pressed happened to be his soft place.