Chapter 367: I Was a Salted Fish in the Cold Palace (10)
It was pitch black outside, and Ye Chuijin went to the Internal Affairs Office with a blue face with a blue face.
Xi picked up and got a piece of silver, it was impossible not to come back by now, she was obviously detained.
After Ye Chuijin ran to the Internal Affairs Mansion, the head of the Internal Affairs Mansion respectfully said: "Concubine, it's not a slave who embarrasses you, it's just that the emperor has an order...... You ......"
After he finished speaking, Ye Chuijin's face became heavier and heavier, and he nodded after a while.
After she left the Internal Affairs Office, she walked quickly to the imperial study.
The little eunuch outside the imperial study stopped her: "The book of the Ministry of Rites is inside, please go back, little master!" ”
Ye Chuijin knelt in front of the steps without thinking about it.
At that moment, a thunderclap swept across the sky.
Raindrops the size of beans quickly drip down.
The door of the imperial study was firmly closed, and Ye Chuijin knelt alone outside the door.
The rain soaked the white gauze on her body, and her long hair was wet and stuck to her clothes, looking a little embarrassed, but she was used to being a general, not to mention that this kind of heavy rain was just kneeling, even if she fought with the enemy in the rain.
At this moment, the door of the imperial study finally opened, and the little eunuch walked out with an umbrella for the Ministry of Rites.
The Ministry of Rites was stunned when he passed by her, and then hurriedly saluted respectfully.
Ye Chuijin only lowered his eyes, his hands were clenched into fists, and his hand bones were white.
The Ministry of Rites Shangshu's heart moved.
It is said that General Wen was favored by the saint after entering the palace, but now just looking at the appearance of the person in front of him, this is not like the appearance of love with the emperor.
Thinking about it, he was originally a general who was admired by tens of thousands of people, but once he was included in the harem, he was naturally unwilling.
He was still thinking wildly, and the eunuch next to him coughed.
The Ministry of Rites hurriedly turned around and left.
When he was far away, a voice came from the imperial study.
"Come in."
Ye Chuijin took a deep breath, and seemed to be suppressing his anger fiercely.
She finally adjusted her mentality, and then she stood up and entered the imperial study.
In the imperial study, Ning Chi was commenting on the folds, and the corner of his eye swept the people who came in.
She was still dressed in the white she had when she saw her in the afternoon, and she was wet in the rain at this time, clinging to her body, if it was someone else, she should be weak and deceitful, but on her, only people could see her straight back.
It is impossible to be weak and bullied, who in the world does not know the myth that General Wen will kill every enemy and win every battle?
At this time, the general who had killed countless enemies was much more docile, kneeling down straight, but not saying a word.
She didn't speak, and Ning Chi naturally didn't speak.
The only sound in the imperial study was the quiet sound of flipping through the folds.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and finally, after he had finished all the pieces in his hand, he raised his head.
Then the emperor smiled, walked up to her as if he had just seen her, and hypocritically helped her up: "When did Concubine Wen come?" ”
Ye Chuijin hugged his fists and saluted, and his words and deeds were still the same as when he was a general.
"The concubine is terrified."
Ning Chi looked at her with an inexplicable expression, and pointed to the seat next to her with a smile.
"Sit."
Ye Chuijin didn't sit down, but knelt down straight and straight, but still didn't say a word.
The smile on Ning Chi's face gradually disappeared.
She wasn't kneeling him, she was forcing him.
Whether it is the former General Wen Ze or the Wen Xianjiu in front of him, he is quite prestigious among the people and the court, and nine of the ten storytellers are telling the story of the Wen family's father and daughter generals.