In the emperor's courtyard, Zhuo Ji was like a year on this day, looking forward to Nie Gongzi appearing at the door, hoping to hear the news of Wentu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What do you say is the relationship between the emperor and Mrs. Wen?" the people discussed.

"I look like a blood relative, otherwise how could that cute child look similar to the emperor. ”

"However, when you look at the emperor's eyes, he is very concerned, can't he have some kind ......of affection?"

"Nonsense, it's clear that Mrs. Wen is widowed, if she falls in love with her, she will be directly accepted as the imperial concubine, and why will she bring another courtyard to do?"

The attendants speculated about the relationship between the emperor and Mrs. Wen, and looked at her eagerly awaiting, and they were even more suspicious.

Approaching the evening, the emperor arrived as scheduled, and when he saw the food on the table, he immediately knew that it was Wen Ji's craftsmanship, "Hahaha," he happily looked at Zhuo Ji's hands and danced, "Good food, good food, I want to eat it when I smell it!"

Zhuo Ji was not happy at all, but in front of so many people, she couldn't ask about Wentu, so she had to sit down with the emperor, and her eyes couldn't help but reach the waiters, because she wanted something, and she no longer dared to make decisions wantonly.

When the emperor saw it, he understood what Wen Ji was thinking, so he simply responded to her, and raised his hand to greet everyone: "Come, come, what are you still doing in a daze?"

The waiters looked at each other, and after a while, they rushed over, and someone had already secretly made a black hand, pushed the attendants in front of them away, and sat beside the emperor with a smile, this position is difficult to buy, and he didn't dare to ask for it! The little guard had just succeeded, but there was a light cough behind him, and he turned his head to see that his forehead was sweating in fright, and the big guard Jingzi was still standing there, and hurriedly bent down to get up and give up his seat, attracting ridicule from all around.

Seeing that this big family was seated one after another, Zhuo Ji smiled slightly, of course she didn't know the rules of the palace, she first ate with chopsticks, and everyone looked at the emperor in horror, but saw that he didn't mind at all, he was already grinning, and then she put her mind at ease, and there was a sound of gobbling again.

Lao Jingzi observed the emperor while eating, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, what is the matter, a generation of emperors is so tolerant of a street peasant woman, and even connived at his subordinates so disrespectful, is it just because of the appearance of the doll? I can't help but secretly look at Zhuo Ji's mother and son again, and my heart is even brighter! The old queen mother said that if the emperor never gives birth to a child, the last resort can choose the children of the royal family to become the crown prince, if this Wen Ji is included in the harem, this son is very easy to train, and it also avoids the royal family disputes and worries about future troubles......

The emperor ate with great appetite and relish, and his mouth couldn't help but make a slurp.

Bi Zi tilted his head and glanced at it, his little face was slightly dissatisfied, and he remembered Wentu's father's words, so he said in a slightly reproachful tone: "Nie Gongzi, you don't eat and speak, and you don't swallow silently, you are disrespectful to everyone......

"Plop", a guard panicked, the food in his mouth spurted out, how can the dignified emperor respect his subordinates? Finding that he was out of shape, the waiter fell to his knees with a plop and begged repeatedly: "Gong...... Son, disturb the son's meal, I hope the son will spare his life!"

The emperor was just about to get angry, but when he saw Zhuo Ji's surprised eyes, he glared at his subordinates, and then waved his hand and pretended to be indifferent: "It's just careless, what a crime, get up." ”

The guard was flattered, and opened his mouth to look at everyone at the table, and everyone was also surprised.

"Yo, I know a lot at a young age!" The emperor didn't realize that the baby was blaming himself, glanced at Bi Zi with appreciation, and then couldn't help but pick up a piece of white lotus root and stretched out his hand, which was the action of giving food, and in the blink of an eye, four or five porcelain bowls appeared on the table, and several waiters handed them over, expecting the white lotus root to fall into his bowl.

"Let go of ......" Jing Wei just wanted to drink the order to be presumptuous, but suddenly felt that the emperor was different as usual, and lowered his tone again, "Put it down!"

The emperor smiled slightly, put the white lotus root into the Bizi bowl, and suddenly became interested, and then said, "Eat silently, swallow silently, good, good, speaking of respect, my son wants to ask you, if your father ......" suddenly felt that this was inappropriate, because his family should have just lost the owner, "If it is the emperor sitting here, do you need to respect everyone?"

"What's the difference? Dad often said that respecting people is like respecting people, and the emperor should respect the people of the world even more! In that case, the people of the world will respect the emperor equally!"

"That's good!" Although the emperor praised him, his face was pretending to be solemn, and he glanced at the table, and everyone quickly lowered their heads.

Zhuo Ji put down the bamboo chopsticks early, naturally she had no appetite at all, and when she saw that Gongzi was eating more and more, she was so anxious that she couldn't help but clench her hands together, hoping that Gongzi Nirvana would finish eating soon.

The emperor saw it in his eyes, but he couldn't laugh in his heart, and he slowed down more and more, and he had to torture and torture this little lady's temperament.

After a full two quarters of an hour, the emperor finished his meal, wiped his mouth and laughed and came to the couch hall, Zhuo Ji couldn't wait, and immediately ordered Bi Zi to go out to play, and asked: "Can Ni Gongzi hear the news of Wentu?"

The emperor's face turned pale, showing an unhappy expression, and he said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Mo Feiwen is so anxious, just for this news?

Zhuo Ji's face was suddenly ugly, and she was indeed a little out of shape, looking forward to the return of her son, precisely because of her official picture, it can be seen that her son was angry and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Haha, it's okay," the emperor saw that this explosive woman would also bow his head, and his heart couldn't help but be full of pleasure for his conquest, "After all, it is Madame's life-saving father, and this son does not dare to slack off, but today he heard a trace of news." ”

"Tell me, what's wrong with him?" asked Zhuo Ji immediately.

The emperor deliberately paced this small square step, and said slowly: "People are alive, but they can't leave the palace for a while." ”

Zhuo Ji sat on the chair with a long breath, and his face suddenly improved, it seems that Bi Zi is right, his father will not die, as long as he is alive, but at this moment, he forgot to ask only about life and death, and there was a begging voice in his mouth: "I don't know how to be pardoned by the emperor, when will there be results, whether I have received tribulation now, but people are ......" asked and asked, and found that Gongzi's face was cold, and he reluctantly stopped talking.

The emperor said thoughtfully: "If the emperor wants to release him, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do, and I need to do a little ......."

"Dot?" Zhuo Ji was stunned, the emperor still needs to dot up? But this emperor is high, how to dot it?

The emperor was embarrassed, raised his hand to hold his chin, stared at Zhuo Ji and said: "My mother has some affection for the emperor, you can try to talk about it, but my mother is arrogant, and it may be difficult to move her." ”

"Childe!" As soon as Zhuo Ji heard this, she immediately appeared like a life-saving fairy, "I hope that Childe will have a lot of kind words, even if it is to make the humble girl kneel for the old lady for three days and three nights!"

Emperor Nidi hurriedly stopped, and deliberately pretended to take advantage of people's danger and said: "My son and Mrs. Pingshui met, just to see that your mother and son had no way out, but the matter of Wentu has reached the sky, if you are lucky to redeem, how can Mrs. repay this son?"

Zhuo Ji was stunned on the spot, she was penniless, and she was under the fence, how could she have anything to repay? Pitifully raised her head, and suddenly found that the eyes of the son in front of her seemed to have a different color, and she hurriedly broke free from the emperor's hand, and her body trembled: "The humble girl has no talent and nothing, and it is an empty word to say that she can repay her, as long as I can rescue Wentu, I am willing to serve the prince as a slave for the rest of my life......"

"For a slave?" the emperor was obviously dissatisfied, and stopped abruptly after a few steps, "Madame is willing to thank her, and it is also a righteous act, which is really admirable," the emperor turned his back to Zhuo Ji and smiled provocatively, "Although this son has wives and concubines, they are all conformists, seeing that Mrs. is the same age as me, exquisite cooking skills and reasonable, looking at the current Mrs. must be a widower, it is better to marry this son, in this way, I advise my mother to have a rhetoric......"

"You!" Zhuo Ji was annoyed and angry, but she didn't dare to show it.

"I hope that Mrs. will think twice, this son will come back tomorrow, wait for the good news!" said, the child's smile disappeared, although he was laughing, but when he said this, he suddenly felt that the woman behind him was very kind, and he really sprouted an impulse, that Wentu is good and decent, and he doesn't need any redemption, he wanted to tell Wen Ji the truth immediately, but when he said it, he set up a fetters, and he didn't understand why. All the women in the world are owned by me, but for some reason I have ripples in my heart for this woman, and I am reluctant to let her enter the palace as a concubine.

Zhuo Ji languished again, although Wentu is unharmed, but listening to the words of Ni Gongzi, he must be trapped in the palace, the deep garden is boundless, and he will definitely imprison the palace after a long time, what can I do? No matter what, I can't marry the son, I just met for two days and talked about marriage, this son is by no means a good kind, besides, how to explain to Wentu in the future? and remembered that Wentu was not her real husband, Zhuo Ji couldn't help but cry......

"Meng'er!" After a long time, Zhuo Jifang remembered Bi Zi and hurriedly went out to look for it.

"Madame Hui," the waiter replied, "Meng'er just went out with her son......

"What?!" Zhuo Ji was shocked, could it be that Childe wanted to coerce himself?

She was just about to go out, but was stopped by two maids, who comforted: "The son has an order, wait in the lady's house, and Meng'er will be sent back in a while." ”

Zhuo Ji was relieved at this time, and pressed her chest hard to calm down her rapid gasp, obviously frightened. She called a maid to follow her back to the sleeping hall and asked, "What is your son-in-law's official position?"

The maid was taken aback and replied vaguely: "Mrs. Hui, the only knows that she lives in the capital as an official, and she doesn't know what her official position is. "How dare she say that it is the emperor, once she leaves, it is strange that her tongue will not be cut off by Jing Zi.

"So, what about him?"

"This ......" how dare the maid talk about the emperor in vain, and seeing that the lady was aggressive, she secretly looked at no one outside the room, and replied in a low voice, "The prince is frank, he is the best and best official that the people have ever seen, and everyone who knows him praises and admires ......"

Why does such a good official seem frivolous? Zhuo Ji was puzzled all of a sudden, listening to his tone, it must be a high-ranking official, the old lady has a deep affection for the palace, and her official position is not meager, why is she greedy for herself as a peasant woman? I can't help but think about Wentu again, will she be beaten and humiliated by the jailers at this moment, will she not be able to eat or dress well......