039 Master, you want to open a little
Tang Yi didn't answer immediately, his eyes were fixed on a plea in his hand. After being silent for a while, he dipped the wolf pen in cinnabar, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced and wrote the word 'read'.
Delicately place the brush horizontally on the ink jade pen rest, and lean back on the chair.
"Wei Changhai, observing these days, do you think she really has complete amnesia? How do I feel that she is more like a complete change? ”
"The minions think so too. However, these days' observations, the minions think that the Lancai people are more open-minded. Maybe it's because of amnesia, so it's easier to think about it. ”
"It's not impossible."
"Your Majesty, the servant asked the hospital, and it is recorded in ancient books. There has always been no shortage of people who have been stimulated and rescued, and they speak and act as if they have changed as if they were a different person. Maybe...... Lancai people are among them. ”
Tang Yi snorted lightly and put his gaze back on the fold: "I'm just afraid that someone will have a different heart, so I will send troops to the palace." ”
Grandpa Wei was stunned: "Are you worried...... King Rong and King Jing? ”
He didn't speak, and Gonggong Wei guessed it himself, although he didn't think it was very likely, he didn't dare to say much.
"Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, the emperor is not unreasonable."
"I can't see anything for the time being, but there are more tricks than before, and I can toss." A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Gonggong Wei also smiled, and aside from anything else, what he observed during this period of time was indeed more strange than before.
At first, I thought that the first sentence of the daily morning wake-up 'Did I get rich today' just a joke, but I didn't expect that she really insisted on asking every morning. Not to mention telling jokes with the little palace maids on weekdays, it's really funny.
After pondering for a moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something: "Tonight, let Lan Cai go to bed." ”
"Yes."
……
During a nap, the story that Fucai almost offended the emperor in Lan Mingxuan today, and spent a hundred taels of silver to buy a box of cards, and it spread. It can be said that he lost his wife and lost his soldiers, which is very miserable!
didn't mention the jokes of the palaces, and I heard that the Fucai people were angry and closed the door when they went back.
This made Feng Cairen and Xue Yunu laugh very much after hearing it, but they also tacitly agreed not to go to Lan Mingxuan rashly. Listening to the emperor's meaning, it is very likely that Lan Cai will be summoned to sleep at night, and it is not beautiful for them to come over. It's not too late to go to Zhongcui Palace on a cloudy day to say goodbye.
For a while, Lan Mingxuan became a hot topic.
However, at this time, in Lan Mingxuan, Yuzhu and Su Chi were working together to call their master who pretended to be unable to sleep.
I've slept for more than an hour and still refuse to get up, holding the box, don't mention how tight.
"Master, if you want to open something, you have to send this silver to the emperor sooner or later......"
"Yes, master. It's okay to go on a trip, and you should see the emperor. Today, the emperor is really fond of you, and eighty percent of them are going to be favored again. Master, get up quickly......"
After more than ten minutes of such a demonic sound, Qin Ruolan finally couldn't stand it and sat up. Of course, he still has a box in his arms.
"Enough of you two! Good guys are endless. "This cash box is not hot yet! Why don't you let her cover it for a while!
Yuzhu covered her lips and smiled: "Master, are you willing to get up?" ”
"If you don't get up again, you two won't kill me?" Qin Ruolan pursed her lips, lifted the brocade quilt and got off the bed, "Change your clothes, wash up, and go to the Heart Cultivation Hall to send silver to the emperor." ”
Yuzhu responded crisply, happily went to serve warm water, and Suchi helped her dress and comb her hair.
I changed into a lake blue mid-waist skirt with a raised line, and put on a brocade jacket with raw edges of rolling objects, and wrapped it tightly. After the warm towel was cleaned, a thin layer of fat powder was patted, a dignified drooping hair was combed, and a white jade inlaid beaded jade hairpin was obliquely inserted on the top of his head.
After looking at it, he nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, the temperament is pinched." Let's go? ”