Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 322

Seeing that she believed it, the emperor secretly smiled.

In front of his little concubine, it is really difficult to pretend not to know that she prepared a gift for him.

He didn't need to pay attention to find out, she automatically and self-consciously revealed the truth, and had to pretend not to know, and find a way to help her get around.

Alas, his little concubine is so cute.

But he enjoyed it in his heart, and he was willing to coax her.

She was hiding it because she wanted to make him happy, so how could he be willing to let him down?

After this little episode, the emperor began to review the memorial.

He went out today and dealt with a group of old guys when he came back. Before he could review the memorial, he moved the more important sorting back.

Lianhua rarely spent so much time with the emperor recently, and was afraid of disturbing him, so she supported her head, took a pen to write and draw, and looked back from time to time while doing her own business.

As long as she saw the Long Live God, she was very satisfied.

Like her, the emperor also enjoyed the quiet time with her. After reading a book, he habitually glanced at her.

Sometimes when the two can see each other, they look at each other and smile, their eyes are full of sweet love, and they are very satisfied with each other.

At the beginning of Haishi, Lianhua saw that the emperor's teacup was out of tea, so she went over to help pour tea.

The emperor looked at the time and wanted her to go to bed earlier, so he had to review it for a while.

Lianhua pouted and refused to obey, she fell asleep this time, maybe she won't be able to see him until tomorrow night, so she refused to go to sleep.

The emperor knew what she wanted, so he stopped persuading her and let her do it, not to mention he also liked her company.

In the face of serious affairs, Lianhua almost never interfered with the emperor, and never thought of persuading him not to approve the memorial and sleep with her, but always accompanied him silently.

Because she knows that everyone has their own heavy responsibilities, and these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are the burden of the Lord.

She can't help much, but she can't add to the chaos, otherwise, maybe because of her fault, if the master missed some memorial, it would be a crime.

All she can do is to pour tea and squeeze her shoulders for her grandfather, take care of herself, and relieve some of the burden on her grandfather.

Before falling asleep, Lianhua thought so, and fell asleep after thinking about it.

After confirming that the person had fallen asleep lying on the table, the emperor got up and walked over, lovingly looking at the pretty person in front of him.

His little concubine was drawing something with a brush, but at the end the brush stopped moving, and the person seemed to be still struggling, her head bit by bit, struggling for a long time, crooked, and finally fell asleep lying on the dressing table with her arms on her head .

He was worried that going to pick her up would wake her up, so he waited until then to go there, otherwise, according to his little concubine's stubborn temper, he might not be willing to sleep after waking up.

The emperor gently took down the crooked pen in her hand and put it away, smoothed her hair mentally, and was about to pick her up.

Before picking it up, I took a look at what she made tonight. Looking at it this way, I saw a few sheets of painted paper.

The emperor picked it up, and the ink on the top was almost dry. Looking carefully, the lines drawn on it were all messed up, and some places didn't seem to look the way he wanted, so he painted them with ink. It's painted, but I really don't understand what is painted on it and what is its use.

Is this starting to draw symbols again?

The last time the graffiti was drawn was when Xu Rongying made a mahogany sword, what was it for this time?
Only she can understand her paintings. The emperor shook his head, thinking about the feasibility of teaching her how to paint. After thinking about it, she wanted to learn.

No longer thinking about it, the emperor put the paper away in its original seal, gently supported her to lean against him, put his hands through her armpits and knee bends, picked her up horizontally, walked to the bed, and covered her with the quilt Set up.

After kissing her one last time, the emperor put down the curtain, blew out most of the lamps, leaving a few lamps on his desk, and continued to review the memorial.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and when the memorial was about to be finished, there was a soft call from outside the door, it was Zhang Qing's voice.

The emperor raised his eyes and saw Zhang Qing bowed and walked outside the hall to wait for him, as if he had something to report.

He put down the vermilion pen, knowing that there must be something wrong, otherwise Zhang Qing would not come in easily.

Putting on his cloak and going outside, Zhang Qing reported in a low voice, saying that Cao De had asked to see him and had something important to report.

He cheered up, and it seemed that things were making progress.

The first time I saw Cao De, the white cloth tied around his shoulders was very eye-catching, and he looked limp, as if he had been seriously injured.

Cao De seemed to have endured the great pain, his face was miserable, and he began to salute slightly trembling: "See my emperor, my emperor is long live, long live, long live, my minister, I have lived up to everyone's expectations, and finally came back alive..."

The emperor raised his eyebrows, frowned slightly, and asked with concern: "Is it hurt? Is there any serious problem?" He stretched out his hand to look at the white cloth that was wrapped.

Cao De got up with a quick movement, dodged and evaded, and shouted: "Hey, hey, Yu Chizhao, you are too heartless, what is your intention, you come to touch my wound when you see my wound is so serious, do you want to hurt me? Are you going to get hurt?"

Being seen through again, Cao De was annoyed. His injury was real, but he didn't show it that serious. At this time, he was ignorant, just a palace lantern, why was he discovered again all of a sudden.

The emperor was relieved and determined that he was just pretending.

He also understood this guy very well, the more serious the injury, the more nonchalant it would be, and the less serious the injury would be to ask for rewards.

Wrapping the wound bandage on the coat is almost telling the world that the injury is serious, this guy is getting more and more perfunctory.

However, this task is not light, and it is going deep into the army, so it must be dangerous.

He nodded slightly: "Recently, the Department of Internal Security has worked hard, thank you."

"My emperor is wise!" Cao De immediately beamed with joy. It is true that Yu Chizhao has a dark belly, and it is true that he is generous.

The emperor smiled, and said solemnly: "After you go back, it will be reported that Huang Zude will help you bandage a couple of times. You don't have to worry about leaking it. You can be trusted."

Cao De felt warm in his heart, his fox eyes raised a smile, he lowered his head and smiled, Yu Chizhao's eyes were still so poisonous, so he knew he couldn't hide his injury from him.

He said: "A little injury, it's not a hindrance. Let me introduce you to report this trip to Beijing, and I will gain a lot by going out this time!"

Speaking of going out this time, Cao De's eyes glowed with a strange light.

The Internal Guard Division has been out of the court's sight for many years, only acting in secret, and has never come back like this, with such a high profile.

During this period of time, the Department of Internal Defense assigned two groups of people, one openly and the other secretly.

In the Ming Dynasty, we used the matter of Wu Yushi to clean up the court's discipline, and investigated the people involved. In short, it was a half-true investigation. Today, it was found that the relatives of the courtiers robbed the daughters of the people, and tomorrow they investigated the powerful family slaves. Occupying the good land of the people attracted applause from the people.

The people under investigation were not very clean, they couldn't stand the investigation, and they were more or less related to Xue Ping, which made these people jump like dogs, but they dared not speak out, ask, or ask questions. Say, what is found is what it is.

(End of this chapter)