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Chapter 679

Luo Mingxing, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, was in a meeting when he heard that some sons of officials were molesting decent women in a newly opened teahouse, which had a very bad influence.

He asked casually, "Did someone die?"

"No."

"Seriously injured?"

"No."

Luo Mingxing frowned. It was just a case to be solved. Was it necessary for him to go?
He thought about it, and then called his subordinates to arrange for Li Beichen's cousin, Li Bingyu, to go and take a look. It was difficult to arrange work for the royal family. These days, Li Bingyu was arranged to do some reception and liaison work.

For minor public security issues like molesting decent women, which involve the children of officials, it is most appropriate for someone with a royal background to step forward.

Who dares not to give face to the emperor's cousin?

Seeing that Luo Mingxing didn't take it seriously, the guard who came to deliver the letter couldn't help but say, "Please spare me a moment to talk."

The young man who delivered the letter was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. Luo Mingxing thought he was a follower of an official's son, and that he was chatting with him privately in order to bribe him, thus making a big thing small and a small thing nothing.

With a straight face, he said coldly, "The country has its own laws, and the family has its own rules. Follow the rules. If you want to intercede for your son, then there is no need."

The young man suddenly laughed and said, "You'd better go there in person, sir."

Luo Mingxing put his hands behind his back and frowned, "Tell your master that no one can intercede for you."

"Sir, please don't think about it again. My master has a great background and a high status."

Luo Mingxing waved his hands impatiently, "No matter how high it is, it's useless. Leave now and don't interfere with official business."

The images of several devilish people from the Meng and Ye families emerged in his mind.

The young man covered his face with his hands and leaned closer and whispered, "It's the master's second son."

Luo Mingxing's eyes widened with anger, "You bastard!"

His beard twitched with anger.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he added to the young man, "Sorry, I didn't mean you."

On the way there in a hurry, Luo Mingxing asked the guard which girl or young wife his rebellious son had molested. The young man said mysteriously that he would know when he got there.

When Luo Mingxing saw the emperor and Concubine Xie, his legs weakened immediately. His son, who looked aggrieved, was being held by two guards standing next to him.

I immediately understood whose wife my son had molested.

"Dad, you're here. My son didn't do anything, but they..."

"Shut up and kneel down!" Luo Mingxing was afraid that his son would say something outrageous and treasonous, and he would be exiled or executed for the whole family. With cold sweat on his forehead, he knelt down and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. I have failed to educate my son properly and have offended you and Empress Zhaoyi. I beg you to punish me."

"what?!"

The stern-faced man in front of him turned out to be the current emperor? The woman he fell in love with at first sight turned out to be the emperor's concubine?
Upon hearing the news, Luo Mingxing's son was filled with not only surprise, but also deep fear and heartache.

My mind went blank, and it was like falling into an ice cellar on a hot day. In the harem, even the slightest offense could lead to a catastrophic disaster. How dare I brazenly covet the emperor's woman and even complain to the emperor.

"Evil son, kneel down now!" Luo Mingxing scolded hurriedly.

Luo Mingxing slowly knelt down, lowered his head, and whispered, "I am guilty, I beg the emperor to spare my life."

The emperor was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"Lord Luo, you are a capable minister in the court and my right-hand man. But the children of the family should be strictly disciplined and not left alone. Today's matter concerns the dignity of the royal family. Considering your usual diligence and uprightness, I will give your son a chance to correct himself for your sake. Take him back to the Dali Temple and give him 20 strokes of the cane. Order him to copy the "Disciples' Rules" a thousand times, memorize them by heart, and not make a single mistake. Come to the palace to see me in ten days."

In later times, no one would call the police if someone asked a beautiful woman for her WeChat on the street. Even if they did, the police would not care as long as there was no other harassment.

But at that time in ancient times, as an emperor, he could only act according to the royal standards, and it had nothing to do with his personal likes and dislikes.

Luo Mingxing breathed a sigh of relief. He was lucky to have only been fined 20 strokes of the cane instead of having his hands and feet chopped off, his head confiscated, his property confiscated, or his body exiled.

He quickly called his son, "Hurry up and kowtow to express gratitude, and then apologize to Empress Zhaoyi."

Luo Mingxing's son did as his father said in a daze.

His voice was trembling, and it was obvious that the incident was too sudden and he was frightened. Xie Zhaoyi accepted the apology generously, with a flicker of emotion in her eyes.

Luo Mingxing did not scold his son in public, but took his son back to the Dali Temple with a cold face. Because of this, his son was even more frightened. Because the less he spoke, the more it meant that his father was very angry.

Although Li Beichen did not send anyone to follow him, he still showed extra mercy. How could Luo Mingxing dare to cover up for his son? When he arrived at the Dali Temple, he handed his son over to his subordinates and ordered them to beat him with twenty boards according to the standard and not to let him off.

The Dali Temple was full of shrewd people. They guessed from all the clues that the emperor was on a secret visit. Luo Mingxing's rebellious son was blind and offended the emperor. How could he let him go? He couldn't afford to offend the emperor and his immediate superior.

It was a pity that the young man, who was just fantasizing about meeting a good match, was beaten with twenty boards and wailed like a pig being slaughtered. In the end, he returned home dying.

After returning home, he had no peace either. He was watched by the people arranged by his father. He lay on the bed and copied the "Rules for Disciples" while sighing.

He touched his penis and luckily it was still there. He consoled himself that the emperor had shown him extra mercy by not arresting him and sending him to the palace and punishing him by making him a eunuch.

After coming out of the teahouse, Li Beichen took Xie Zhaoyi to a jewelry store and bought a bunch of jewelry.

For such big customers, the boss invited them to the inner courtyard with a very good eye to see the real collections. The boss introduced the origins of these collections with a smile on his face, saying that they were worn by concubines and queen mothers in the previous dynasties, and they were handmade by masters.

Of course, Xie Zhaoyi bought everything she liked without hesitation. In addition, Li Beichen also picked out a lot of extra items and packed them up to take away.

Xie Zhaoyi thought that all the gifts were given to her, and she felt very happy.

The emperor never gets up early without profit. Xie Zhaoyi guessed that the emperor must have reached some deal with his grandmother and wanted to use the Xie family to fight in the war, which was why he was so attentive.

She knew that her wealth and glory came from the glorious military exploits of her father and brothers. Li Beichen gave her gifts not for the sake of being good to her, but to win over the Xie family behind her.

Xie Zhaoyi accepted it openly. In her heart, this was what the Xie family deserved.

In Li Beichen's eyes, the Xie family was arrogant because of their favor, and he was secretly unhappy. Even if they had made contributions to the country, they should be grateful for the emperor's grace.

After coming out of the jewelry store, I returned to the palace.

Everything that happened along the way was reported to Mrs. Xie in detail. Mrs. Xie smiled slightly, her face a little cold.

How sincere can the royal family be?

"Ma'am, please have some tea."

When Doctor Liang's gentle voice sounded and handed over a cup of hot tea, Mrs. Xie's cold face instantly softened like melting snow in spring.

After taking a few sips of tea, Mrs. Xie handed the teacup to Doctor Liang. Doctor Liang put the teacup away, held Mrs. Xie's hand with an almost pious attitude, and wiped the hairs one by one, as if protecting a precious work of art.

Then, some paste with a faint rose scent was poured out from the bottle on the table. It was rosy in color and dotted with gold powder.

Doctor Liang applied the ointment evenly to Mrs. Xie carefully.

Mrs. Xie was also a beautiful woman with delicate and fair skin when she was young, but she lacked maintenance in recent years and worked hard, so she looked old and tired. Her hands became rough.

In the days since returning, Doctor Liang has lived up to his reputation as the imperial physician. He has used secret palace recipes to treat Madam Xie's internal and external health, making her feel as if she had been reborn and become much softer.

Take her hands, for example. They were yellow, black and rough before, but in just over a month, they became white, tender and smooth. Although not as good as those of a teenager, they are almost the same as those of a young woman in her twenties.

Mrs. Xie looked at her fair fingers with satisfaction and let Doctor Liang apply the lotion.

Suddenly I felt itchy, and when I looked down, I found Doctor Liang applying fluid between his fingers, very focused and serious.

Apply it little by little, rub it back and forth carefully, and then apply another layer.

"Enough! Leave this to the maid." Mrs. Xie frowned and ordered.

Doctor Liang stopped applying the medicine and said in surprise, "Yes, ma'am."

He gave the ointment to Mrs. Xie's personal maid, taught her the application techniques, and sometimes demonstrated it.

For a doctor, this is a normal thing.

Only Mrs. Xie felt a dry throat and some discomfort. In the past, Dr. Liang had applied it and she didn't feel anything. I don't know why, but today I just felt irritated.

He ordered the maid coldly, "That's enough."

Doctor Liang hurriedly advised, "Madam, it will be fine soon. You must finish what you start."

Mrs. Xie glared at Doctor Liang, but still obediently finished applying the cream on both hands.

After wiping off the residue, it was pink and felt very soft and comfortable. Mrs. Xie looked at the tender hands that looked like a young girl in the sunlight. She liked them very much, but also felt melancholy.

When Doctor Liang was washing his hands, the eldest son walked in quickly, "Mother, Grandmother said, please ask Doctor Liang to come over."

Madam Xie gestured to Doctor Liang, "Doctor Liang, please."

Doctor Liang took the towel handed to him by the maid, wiped his hands, then picked up the medical box and went to the lady.

Madam Xie looked at Doctor Liang's back, then raised her hand and looked at it, somewhat absent-minded.