Chapter 12: Traces
But the other person is not as laid-back as Wei Shang.
When passing by Wei Ran's imperial study, he heard Wei Ran's somewhat suppressed and angry voice as usual: "These eldest brother's auxiliaries are really not giving up, do you dare to kick your nose in the face when you see me young?" This fold of the Ministry of Rites, full of paper of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and filial piety, is to knock on the side and say that my name for the throne is not right, this courage is really big! ”
Wei Ran's mind was full of the scathing face of Sun Youliang, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and in a fit of anger, he threw out the fold at hand.
Where did Fuyao think that there would be such a ballast, walking with white fungus soup, and suddenly there was an oncoming recital.
Caught off guard, he even splashed the tray and white fungus soup in his hand, and the green jade bowl that Wei Shang liked most on weekdays also shattered with a crisp sound.
In the imperial study, I heard the exclamation of the woman outside and the sound of the dishes breaking, but Wei Ran walked out with some curiosity, and as soon as he went out, he saw a palace maid wearing a concubine-colored palace costume, who was squatting down to pick up the fragments of the dishes, and heard footsteps, and the palace maid did not look up.
The little eunuch closest to Fuyao looked at this little palace maid who didn't understand the rules, and hurriedly went up and pulled the corner of her clothes: "What are you doing?" Seeing that the emperor still doesn't salute? ”
Fuyao easily picked up all the pieces on the tray, stood up, made a proper salute to Wei Ran, and said the sentence that he had said thousands of times before: "See the emperor." ”
Wei Ran saw a lot of such palace maids, and casually knocked over these dishes, those vases, and poured hot tea on him.
One by one, they tried in vain to attract his attention through these small actions, so that they could fly on the branches and become phoenixes, and Wei Ran was not as they wished-one by one was taken back by the trained grandmother, probably being taught a hard lesson again, anyway, he never saw those people again.
The little palace maid in front of her was very peaceful, just as Wei Ran was thinking so, he saw that the palace maid stretched out her hand.
I still sneered in my heart, when the palace maids in this palace were really the same, the little palace maid spoke.
"This is the fold that the emperor just threw out." In the hand of the little palace maid in front of him was the letter that had just been thrown out by him.
The little eunuch who had just reminded Fuyao to salute took the letter from Fuyao's hand and handed it to Wei Ran.
Fu Yao watched Wei Ran take the letter, and then saluted again: "If it's okay, the slave and maid will retire first." ”
Wei Ran bowed his head slightly, and Fuyao disappeared from everyone's sight with the broken green jade bowl.
And looking at the white fungus soup left on the ground, Wei Ran thought about it, and always felt that something was wrong, what was wrong? Wei Ran subconsciously clenched the fold in his hand, and at this time, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind!
The palace maid's hand touched the broken bowl, it must have been stained with white fungus soup, so how could the folds that also passed through her hand not even have the slightest trace of white fungus soup?
At this time, Fuyao, who had been drifting away, looked at the broken green jade bowl in his arms, and sighed, this green jade bowl is Wei Shang's favorite.
When the palace maids and patrolling guards were finally gone, Fuyao stopped slightly, and when she took another step, there was an intact green jade bowl on the plate.