Chapter Twenty-Three: I Want You to Teach Yourself
Gu Qingyue leaned against the wall on the right, covered her heart with one hand, and gasped for breath.
Her back was already soaked with cold sweat, and her legs were still shaking slightly uncontrollably.
The corners of the robe fell together with the trembling, and every time it fluctuated, it stirred up a cool breeze, blowing Gu Qingyue's calves slightly cold.
Fang was in the council hall, and she was afraid that Dong Lihui would ask about Mrs. Yang's whereabouts.
If they knew that Mrs. Yang was just ordered by himself to rest at home for a day, and nothing major happened at all, I am afraid that today's council hall will not be the result.
Thinking of this, Gu Qingyue sighed.
Now is not the time for her to let up.
Now that the three officials have been convicted, they must announce the matter to the public before Mrs. Yang knows about it, so that it can be regarded as completely confirmed.
Otherwise, if the Taifu forcibly overturned the case for the three of them, and the big things turned into small things, and the small things became small, wouldn't the majesty that the empress had just established fall short?
Gu Qingyue calmed down, turned around and walked to the other side of the corner.
Turning the corner, Gu Qingyue's head slammed into the person opposite.
The person on the opposite side seemed to be beaten with iron, and this hit made Gu Qingyue's head hurt.
She rubbed her forehead, tightened her eyebrows, looked up at the front, and said angrily: "Who? Don't you have long eyes when you walk? β
"I've been standing here, and the emperor bumped into me by himself."
This cold, obnoxious voice, and no one else!
Gu Qingyue raised her head, and sure enough, she looked at Lu Huaijin's dark and indifferent eyes.
He was half a head taller than Gu Qingyue, and when he looked at Gu Qingyue with his eyelids slightly lowered, the playfulness in his eyes was even stronger.
Just now in the council hall, Gu Qingyue didn't see Lu Huaijin.
However, Lu Huaijin often didn't go to the early dynasty before, and Gu Qingyue didn't pay attention to it at all.
But at this moment......
Gu Qingyue looked at the surrounding environment.
The place where Lu Huaijin is located is the back wall of the council hall.
A small hole was torn open in the papier-mΓ’chΓ© window, and the voice in the council hall was clearly heard.
There was also a pile of leaves torn in half at Lu Huaijin's feet.
For some reason, Gu Qingyue suddenly thought that when she went to the mall in the past, the men who were smoking outside the mall and waiting for their wives seemed to be like this.
It seems that Lu Huaijin just didn't go to the court in the court, but he knows everything about what happened in the court.
Is he caring about the court and her in disguise?
Gu Qingyue hurriedly shook her head, driving all those messy thoughts out of her mind, and then raised her eyebrows and looked at Lu Huaijin: "How old is the regent, and he still likes to listen to the root of the wall?" β
Lu Huaijin put his hands behind his back, raised his chin, and did not answer Gu Qingyue's question directly: "The emperor took advantage of the fact that Yang Taifu did not go to the court and disposed of his protΓ©gΓ©, have you ever thought about the consequences?" β
As soon as she mentioned this, Gu Qingyue felt a little afraid in her heart unnaturally.
She cleared her throat and forcibly settled down: "I am the emperor, let alone dealing with a few officials, even if it is dealing with the Taifu, it is only a flick of a finger." β
Lu Huaijin sneered: "Really? β
A cold light flashed from under his eyes.
Lu Huaijin suddenly reached out and grabbed Gu Qingyue's slender shoulder.
He turned Gu Qingyue's body, let her turn away from him, and pressed his big hand on Gu Qingyue's wet waist through the yellow robe: "What's going on?" β
Lu Huaijin leaned down and poked his head out from the right side of Gu Qingyue's head.
His warm palm slid lightly around Gu Qingyue's waist, he looked sideways at Gu Qingyue, and his lips pressed to her ear: "The emperor is so nervous, and he still talks big?" β
Gu Qingyue tightened her eyebrows, suddenly turned her head, and looked at Lu Huaijin angrily.
The tips of their noses touched, their breaths intertwined.
Gu Qingyue clenched her right hand: "I don't need you to say what I look like." β
She slammed her right elbow back.
I didn't want to, but I completely pounced.
Instead of touching Lu Huaijin, he grabbed his arm and dragged it back, instantly pulling Gu Qingyue to the back.
Gu Qingyue staggered a few steps, slipped under her feet, and fell into Lu Huaijin's arms.
The latter wrapped around Gu Qingyue's slender waist.
The two immediately stuck together.
Gu Qingyue bit her pink lips and looked sideways at Lu Huaijin.
The two looked at each other.
Gu Qingyue clearly saw her reflection in Lu Huaijin's eyesβa slightly embarrassed reflection.
She pushed Lu Huaijin away suddenly, kept her distance from him, and pouted while arranging her robe, and said stupidly: "No, no, no." What kind of ability is a man in charge of a regent bullying a woman? β
Gu Qingyue slapped her robe, raised her head slightly, and looked at Lu Huaijin tentatively.
If it was investigated, but Gu Qingyue made the first move, she naturally ignored it.
Gu Qingyue was also faintly uneasy in her heart, worried that Lu Huaijin's poisonous mouth would open herself.
But fortunately, Lu Huaijin doesn't seem to plan to deal with Gu Qingyue.
He stood with his hands in his hands, pondered for a moment, and then said coldly: "Since the emperor plans to rectify the Dayao court, the first thing is to forget that he is a woman. β
Gu Qingyue's heart was light, and her eyebrows twitched slightly.
Lu Huaijin didn't notice her abnormality, and continued: "From tomorrow onwards, I will let the servant Huaien lead people to train the emperor." Once a king, you can't do martial arts. β
Gu Qingyue's eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and her jaw was about to drop in shock.
She heard you right, right?
Lu Huaijin wants to let himself learn martial arts?
Gu Qingyue pointed to the tip of her nose: "Lu Huaijin, do you see who I am?" Have you ever seen an emperor who would personally go into battle to kill the enemy? Why did I learn martial arts? β
"The first emperor practiced martial arts at the age of six, Taizu practiced swords at the age of eight, and as for Taizong, ......"
"Come on." Gu Qingyue saw that Lu Huaijin was going to start counting how powerful the ancestors were, and suddenly had two big heads.
She turned sideways, gently swiped her toes on the ground, and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't it just learning martial arts?" I'll just promise you. β
As he spoke, a good plan suddenly flashed through his heart.
Gu Qingyue turned her head away, her eyes flashed, and in the flickering eyelashes, there seemed to be a little star passing under her eyes.
With her hands behind her back, she leaned down and came to Lu Huaijin's eyes.
Gu Qingyue raised her head, and her clear eyes looked directly at Lu Huaijin: "But I have one condition." β
Lu Huaijin lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Qingyue for a second, and immediately looked away.
His eyes dodged, looking into the distance, his hands, which were originally hanging down casually, were suddenly turned behind his back, and his ten fingers were tightly twisted together: "What conditions?" Go ahead. β
Gu Qingyue bent her eyes, stepped forward, and lightly touched Lu Huaijin's chest with her fingertips: "I want you to teach it personally." β
Lu Huaijin lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, his throat rolling up and down rapidly.
After a long time, he barely squeezed out a few words: "Your Majesty, the minister has no identity to teach the emperor martial arts." The Emperor ......"
Without waiting for Lu Huaijin to finish speaking, Gu Qingyue took another step forward.
She raised her head, flashed her eyes, and looked at Lu Huaijin fixedly: "No, I want you to teach it personally." β