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Chapter 522 Heart is cruel and hard

After Jiang Yuebai sent the dream, he was so tired that he fell asleep with a lot of emotions, and received the dream he had written when he was young.

In a daze, amid the endless sound of rain, she seemed to hear the cheers of the emperor's triumphant return.

With tears of joy he shouted loudly, "Your Majesty!"

Joy mixed with two points of grievance.

"Bright!"

Li Beichen was also filled with joy of farewell and reunion.

In the dream, Li Beichen held her and gently wiped away her tears.

She absurdly dreamed of his burning eyes, tossing and turning when she couldn't walk, and his heavy breathing.

And she actually cooperated with him shyly in pain.

absurd!

How ridiculous!

These contents are not included in the mass emails at all.

In the dream, she clearly knew that this was a dream she had written herself. It’s just that the follow-up of the dream is uncontrolled and has free plot extension.

In the dream, she lost the restraint of reason and let herself go. It felt so real.

The two hugged after regaining their composure.

When she looked into Li Beichen's inky eyes, she woke up instantly.

Because at this moment, his face suddenly turned into Han Ziqian!

absurd! It's so ridiculous!

Jiang Yuebai's heart was beating wildly and she was terrified.

"Mother, you have a nightmare."

Han Ziqian's voice was rare and gentle. He hesitated and held Jiang Yuebai's hand, and comforted him slowly, "Dreams are all reverses."

She was in shock, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she looked intently at the bedside.

It's Han Ziqian. So ridiculous.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the hand held by Han Ziqian, feeling panic and disgust for a moment. He threw his hand away angrily, turned his head, and stared at the top of the bed.

He said coldly, "You have gone too far. You can't touch me in the future."

Han Ziqian's face froze instantly, and his pool-like eyes instantly froze, "Yes, my queen."

Jiang Yuebai's tone was cold and impatient, "Let Lixia take care of me at night. You'll be on duty at the door."

Her look of disgust and disgust was like a basin of ice water pouring down from Han Ziqian's head, freezing him to the core.

He lowered his eyes and responded calmly, "Yes, empress. I will go to the kitchen to bring you a bowl of soothing soup."

"No need," Jiang Yuebai glanced at Han Ziqian. This face overlapped with the face in the dream, which made her feel irritated.

If she remembers correctly, Yongle Emperor Zhu Di killed more than 10,000 people because one of his concubines had sex with an eunuch.

What I just thought was a very dangerous sign. Even if it was caused by close contact day and night, Jiang Yuebai would never allow his feelings to get out of control.

What's more, people's words are formidable. Han Ziqian has a special status. Although he has been cleansed, after all, he was a minister of the DPRK before, and he is so handsome and handsome. It is inevitable that people will doubt their relationship.

This is a special period, with internal and external difficulties, and no one will care about this matter or make a fuss about it.

But when the storm of this rebellion has passed and everything returns to normal, they will naturally think back to the days when Han Ziqian took care of him.

She was promoted from promised to concubine in just twenty days. The news of her pregnancy will be discovered next month, and she will inevitably be jealous. She will use this matter to sow discord in front of the emperor and plant a thorn in the emperor's heart.

Besides, Jiang Yuebai had already made up his mind not to fall in love with anyone, including the emperor.

There is nothing good about love, it will only affect people's judgment.

When a woman encounters love, she becomes mentally retarded, crazy, and unreasonable.

She didn't want to become that person, especially if she didn't want to get hurt.

Jiang Yuebai just wants to live well in the harem, complete system tasks, become a queen, protect her family, and finally die in peace, which is a perfect life.

This is a guaranteed target.

The higher goal is to be like Zhu Di's queen, give full play to her HR advantages, first assist and encourage the emperor, and then become the queen mother with real power, and strive to build a world power. However, this highest goal involves the risk of the harem interfering in politics, which depends on the situation. All in all, all this has nothing to do with love between men and women.

After Jiang Yuebai finished speaking, Han Ziqian stood up and walked out, but was stopped by Jiang Yuebai, "Wait a minute."

Han Ziqian stopped and turned around.

Jiang Yuebai took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and said solemnly,

"Master Han, there is something I have always wanted to tell you. I am very grateful that you take care of me according to the will of the Holy One. But this is the harem.

Outside the palace, you were a well-versed young master. Now that you have entered the palace in accordance with the Queen Mother's decree and changed your identity, you must forget your past dignity and glory and do what you should do in your new identity. The rules in the palace are that you must call yourself a slave, and you must speak and act as a slave should.

You and I are both players in the game, so we should do things in the game. Every word and action hangs on the lives of others. Personal feelings don't matter at all. Presumably you don’t want your family to be innocently implicated. "

His tone was sincere and serious, as was his expression.

Jiang Yuebai, who once worked as an HR person, knows that in China, human relations and sophistication come first, and systems come second.

If the king doubts his minister, he will die.

No matter whether you are a high-end talent hired with a high salary or not, if your behavior arouses the suspicion of decision-makers, you will not be far from leaving your job. In ancient times, it was not far from being beheaded.

And jealousy can be even more devastating.

Jiang Yuebai would not say these words directly, she could only hope that Young Master Han could listen to the music.

Han Ziqian felt that his heart had been cut out deeply, and blood was dripping from his heart.

These harsh words sobered him up.

At this time, he vaguely guessed the content of Jiang Yuebai's nightmare. I'm afraid that after the Imperial Master returned to the court, someone made a fuss about the close contact between the two during this period.

Ever since he chose to commit suicide in order to encourage the Queen Mother to take her own life, his road ahead had become shaky and he could no longer stay away from the world and be an idler like before.

Jiang Yuebai's words at this time were like tuning a piano, plucking the strings, setting up the music score, and telling him how to play it in the future.

He will no longer be him, he will be Eunuch Han, from the inside out, from body to heart.

Only in this way can we silently protect the country we want to protect and the people we want to cherish.

Han Ziqian made some adjustments, walked to Jiang Yuebai's body, knelt down and bowed.

"I obey the order. I lost my sense of propriety before and caused trouble to the empress. I will leave now and go to guard the door."

Just a few words, every sentence is a slave.

The wild tune was jarring to the ears, but Jiang Yuebai still had a cold face and said with determination, "Eunuch Han, please step back first."

Jiang Yuebai resolutely refused to look at his desolate figure when he left. He hurt people's self-esteem mercilessly, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

But there is no way.

After Han Ziqian went out, he found Xiao Luozi and asked for the plain clothes worn by eunuchs.

According to etiquette rules, eunuchs are not qualified to wear trousers and can only wear special plain clothes.

Xiao Luozi was surprised for a moment and then suddenly realized, he followed the instructions silently, and he respected Young Master Han more and more in his heart.

After much hesitation, Xiao Luozi chose to conceal the fact that everyone took their own medicine and killed the imperial doctor Shen. Several people had already verified their confessions and said that Dr. Shen accidentally ate the late-night snack given to Jiang Jinshi and was poisoned together.

The two chefs are busy making gunpowder. They are responsible for the strength of this gunpowder production.

The saltpeter was boiled and crystallized more than three times as Jiang Yuebai said, and the impurities were completely removed.

The two fat men transformed into little white rabbits from the Moon Palace, mixed them according to the proportions told by Jiang Yuebai, and carefully pounded them with a wooden pestle thirty thousand times.

There were two maids serving beside him. One is responsible for counting, and the other is responsible for wiping the chef's sweat.

The other two people are responsible for repeatedly stirring the pounded powdered gunpowder, mixing it evenly, and then wrapping it together in brown paper.

The division of labor is well organized.

(End of this chapter)