King Qin took the note in Xie Sui's hand and took a closer look.

Looking at it, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, and whispered to Xie Juan: "Look, he writes this word, shrinking his head and feet, timid, and not a person who does big things at first glance." ”

Xie Juan tilted his head and squinted, and then turned his head away in disgust, "Send this letter to Yushu and ask her to consider how to dispose of it." As he spoke, he took out Yushu's letters and paintings from the side, and handed them to Xie Sui as if he had to offer treasures, "Last time you came, you left in a hurry." I didn't even look at the kitten painted by Yushu. ”

Xie Sui received it with great curiosity and looked through them one by one. I don't know if Xie Juan is intentional or not, the first one is Yushu's self-portrait, in which she is holding a leopard, smart and lovely.

Xie Sui couldn't help but praise: "The painting is good, and the words are good." Huh? This kitten is wearing a jade lock around its neck? "The green lump is in the shape of a jade lock, and it is too small to be easily recognized.

"It's a jade lock." King Qin closed the note and continued.

"Weird, interesting." Xie Sui looked at them one by one, and while watching, he talked to Xie Juan in a low voice. Xie Juan said, his eyes became more and more gentle, which was the remembrance and concern for Yushu who was far away in Nanqi.

King Qin picked up the teacup and took a sip. In this way, he suppressed the dissatisfaction with Tang Yan that was difficult to calm in his heart.

King Qin always felt that An Yi's marriage to King Xiang might have to make waves again. If it is difficult to end because of this matter, and Emperor Mingzong has the idea of sending troops to Southern Qi, then for King Qin, it will be beneficial and harmless.

When the two countries go to war, they not only lose troops, but also lose grain and grass. Without three or five years, it is difficult to recover. By that time, the King of Qin would be fully prepared to do things again, and it would definitely be smoother. Take 10,000 steps back and say that if you fulfill the marriage contract, An Yi's evil obstacle will disappear forever in front of him, and he will be able to live a comfortable life for a few days.

The decisiveness and agility shown by Yushu this time are many times stronger than Tang Yan. Compared with the two, King Qin had a lot of disappointment and discouragement towards Tang Yan.

After Xie Sui carefully read Yushu's calligraphy and paintings, he praised this niece who had never met before.

Xie Wan covered his lips and smiled, but he couldn't hide the smugness in his eyes. They only talked, and the tea was a little warm, so Xie Juan went outside to recook it himself.

King Qin stepped down from his post early in the morning, and now he is an idle prince. However, whenever there are big and small affairs between the DPRK and China, Xie Sui is still willing to talk to him. Taking advantage of Xie Xuan's time when he went out to make tea, Xie Sui shook his head and sighed worriedly, and said: "Since the completion of Fanghua Palace, Your Majesty has been singing with Mrs. Fanghua every night. ”

After the death of both of her parents, Mrs. Fanghua was fostered in her uncle's house. Su Xi did a lot of heavy work. It is said that she was the daughter of a substitute uncle to be included in the royal palace.

Not long after Mrs. Fanghua entered the palace, she was favored by His Majesty the Emperor. Everything is as Dugu Mingyue said, His Majesty the Emperor likes Mrs. Fanghua very much.

"If you don't neglect political affairs, it shows that Your Majesty knows what to expect. Mrs. Fanghua didn't do anything to bring disaster to the country and the people, and she was far from being a demon concubine. "The implication of King Qin's words is that as long as Emperor Mingzong can still remember his duty as an emperor, he doesn't care which concubine he favors.

Xie Sui didn't notice King Qin's selfishness, and only thought that he was teaching himself to protect himself.

"It's not a demon concubine now, I'm afraid it's not far from a demon concubine." Xie Sui said helplessly.

King Qin was silent.

If it is really a demon concubine, it is also a demon concubine of the dead country.

Mrs. Fanghua crowned the group of flowers, the elegance is peerless, Emperor Mingzong loved her very much, and even reorganized the palace for her, named after Fanghua. That is, the beautiful Fanghua Palace in the current Donggu Imperial Palace.

At night, the rest of the palaces are all silent, except for the wind music in Fanghua Palace, and the warblers sing and dance.

Mrs. Fanghua unloaded the pearl cui and leaned lazily on the knees of Emperor Mingzong. Even if she wasn't dressed up, it was enough to disgrace all the girls in the hall. Mrs. Fanghua's beauty is not simply beautiful, her beauty seems to have penetrated into the bone marrow, and a smile can make people fall in love.

Emperor Mingzong was fifty years old, and he was even more old when he was in one place with the pretty Mrs. Fanghua. Emperor Mingzong caressed Mrs. Fanghua's misty sideburns, smiled and enjoyed the singing and dancing, and he also took some fresh fruits from the table from time to time and carefully sent them into the mouths of the beauties.

Mrs. Fanghua was served by the emperor, but she didn't see her face stretched, but complained in an extremely impatient voice: "These are the dances all day long, are you tired of it!" ”

When Emperor Mingzong heard this, he hurriedly raised his hand and waved away the dancing concubine, and the music stopped.

The dancing girl came out, and the temple returned to tranquility. Emperor Mingzong was afraid to see Mrs. Fanghua depressed, so he asked her for all kinds of proposals: "Zhuozhuo, if you are bored, why don't we throw the pot?" Either I'll accompany you to drink and order, okay? ”

Mrs. Fanghua slowly got up from Emperor Mingzong's knees, her arms were soft as bones, she climbed on his shoulders, rested her chin on Emperor Mingzong's ear, and said in a coquettish voice: "Don't! I want to listen to the rap artist say the text! ”

The voice was charming and soft, and the little insects seemed to blow into the ears of Emperor Mingzong. Emperor Mingzong waved his hand very contemptuously with the remaining bit of sanity, and said: "That is a thing to relieve boredom in the market, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance." ”

"Really?" Mrs. Fanghua's pretty face suddenly froze, "I, an orphan girl, came from a humble background, and it is difficult for me to enter His Majesty's elegant hall!" With that, he withdrew his arms and got up to leave.

Emperor Mingzong was shocked, and without waiting for Mrs. Fanghua to stand up, he quickly grabbed Mrs. Fanghua's wrist and begged in a low voice: "Scorching, don't be annoyed, don't be annoyed!" ”

"It's annoying, it's annoying!" Mrs. Fanghua twisted her body, turned her back to Emperor Mingzong, and whispered aggrievedly: "Zhuo Zhuo knows that his identity is low, and he can't afford to be worthy of His Majesty." His Majesty just let go of the palace. ”

"Scorching, I won't let you go!" Emperor Mingzong hugged Mrs. Fanghua from behind, panicking.

The palace people of Fanghua Palace have long been surprised by their fleshy and contrived love words, and they all look as usual, performing their duties. Sometimes, they also felt strange why Mrs. Fanghua was able to hold Emperor Mingzong, who was above ten thousand people. The same words, the same tone, the same expression, if a second person had done it, he might have been beheaded by Emperor Mingzong's order.

"Humph! You are deceiving me with false feelings! Mrs. Fanghua's face became more solemn, and her eyes became colder.

Emperor Mingzong was extremely frightened, and his arms tightly wrapped around Mrs. Fanghua, lest she fly out of his arms.

"If you want to listen to the text, I will summon the singing artists into the palace, Donggu, Nanqi, and Xichen, all of them are summoned, and you can choose, as long as you are happy, as long as you don't leave!"

When Mrs. Fanghua heard this, the corners of her lips curved slightly, and she snorted: "You, just bully me to be soft-hearted." As he spoke, he leaned into Emperor Mingzong's arms and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not going anywhere." ”

Mrs. Fanghua's words are like quicksand that disappears with the wind, blowing into the ears and scattering on the ground.

Emperor Mingzong hugged Mrs. Fanghua, who was like warm fragrant nephrite, as if he was holding a rare treasure. His chin rested on Mrs. Fanghua's forehead, and he called out to her: "Scorching, scorching......"