The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

When I opened my eyes again, the light was dim.

Zhe Sang thought about returning to the palace and sat up.

"hiss--"

Thanks to him, my whole body aches.

After hearing the commotion, Gu Heng walked in from the outside, feeling refreshed.

"Sleep a little longer?"

"What time is it? I want to go back to the palace. If I don't leave, I'm afraid the palace door will be closed."

She was about to get up.

After she fell asleep, Gu Heng called for water to clean her. She wore a moon-white middle coat that Gu Heng asked Shui Po to buy.

When they went out, in addition to the palace ladies' clothes, they also brought another set of clothes to avoid being conspicuous in the street. That set of clothes was ruined by Gu Heng.

"It's just that it gets dark a little early, and there's still an hour until the palace gates close."

Gu Heng handed her the clothes. She was in a hurry to put them on, so he slowly helped her pull out the hair buried in the clothes, which was a little itchy.

"The Prime Minister is so negligent in his duties, aren't you afraid of being sued?"

"Haven't I been serving my queen?"

Zhe Sang didn't bother to talk to him and sat in front of the mirror combing her hair.

Gu Heng leaned to the side and admired it quietly.

Suddenly he said, "If the empress really ascends the throne, I will be responsible for getting the empress out of bed every day to go to court. From now on, I will also help you draw your eyebrows and curl your hair."

Zhe Sang shook his hand, and the bun that was about to be formed fell down and spread out.

"The Prime Minister has time to joke, why don't you come over now to help."

She is not very good at combing palace maid's hair, and after Chongqing came to her side, her hair has always been combed by Chongqing.

At this moment, she didn't really want to ask Shui Po to come in. It was fine for the two of them to just stay quietly.

Gu Heng hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and took the long hair from her hand.

The blue silk hair reaches her waist, and is as black as high-grade Hui ink. Even though the room is no longer very bright, you can still see the luster on it.

"You hurt me."

"hiss!"

"let go."

His hands are beautiful and he is very good at playing the piano, writing and playing chess.

But what was he holding on to?
Is he making a nest for the chickens?

What did he take for her hair.

Gu Heng let go angrily, a little embarrassed.

Her hair was too slippery, like water, always slipping through her fingers. He grabbed this strand and ran away.

Zhe Sang had to comb his hair again and saw his embarrassment through the mirror.

He laughed at him and said, "The Prime Minister is so skilled, but he still wants to comb my hair every day. If he has any grudge against me, why don't he tell me directly."

Gu Heng touched his nose and thought to himself that he would practice hard later and never give her another chance to make fun of him.

Later, for a long time, Chang Sui thought that his master was crazy because he wanted to comb the hair of one of his servants, and he felt disgusted while doing it.

Changsui screamed when he pulled her. After he finished combing, he took a look in the mirror and felt a chill.Although many young men in the capital have a habit of cutting off their sleeves, Gu Heng has also been troubled by cut sleeves.

But what did he do wrong? He just wanted to be a slave in an upright and upright manner. God could tell, but he was only loyal to Gu Heng and had absolutely no other thoughts.

Although he had been avoiding Gu Heng since then, Gu Heng still often caught him pulling out his hair.During that time, my long hair was falling out in large amounts every day.

Some were scared away by Gu Heng, and some were dragged down by him alive.

And these are all things for later.

Zhe Sang reluctantly tied up his hair, but still looked at him steadily when he saw him.

This reminded Zhe Sang of that little white rabbit. When she was teasing it, she also looked at herself like this, as if she was its whole world.

Zhe Sang suddenly became curious, "There are so many women in the capital, how could Prime Minister Gu like me?"

She was used to being disliked, but it was quite rare to be liked like this.

Fu Rong said he liked her because she was helping him and she was useful to him; Chongqing and the others were loyal to her because she helped them first.

Neither her aunt nor her father wanted to see her, so few of the servants in the house liked her. Even when she went out, everyone would look at Su Qiong'an's face and no one would pay attention to her.

She wouldn't find it strange that he disliked crowding for no reason, but Gu Heng's unreasonable kindness made her find it baffling.

She didn't seem to have done anything for him, but he had been helping her.

"Your Majesty wants to know?"

Zhe Sang nodded.

Gu Heng smiled and teased her, "I fell in love with my empress at first sight, and when we saw her again, I thought of committing myself to her."

Zhe Sang didn't turn his head and ignored him.

Gu Heng couldn't list one or two, but he liked this kind of thing. It was leached out by time and made up of tiny pieces stacked up. Whichever piece you pick up alone doesn't seem very convincing, but when you add them together, Emotions are woven here.

"Then what does the empress like about me?"

"Who said they like you?"

Zhe Sang played with the rouge and gouache, opened and closed it, fiddled with it, and finally put the lid on.

It was quiet for a while, and Zhe Sang became more and more uncomfortable as he looked at her, so she asked Shui Po to come in and put on makeup.Under the watchful eye of his former master, Shui Po stumbled and spent twice as much time as usual.

Gu Heng found it very interesting as he watched Zhe Sang slowly transform into a stranger.

Shui Po felt that her former employer was not normal, and it was not like he had never seen the disguise technique before. As for this expression?
Everything is just to please the queen.

"Isn't the Prime Minister leaving?"

Zhe Sang packed up and was about to go out, but saw that he was still standing there, his whole body melting into the dim light, seemingly reluctant to let go.

"Will the empress leave the palace again?" he asked.

Zhe Sang thought for a while, "The Northwest Building has just opened, and the Zhou family can't spare anyone to come over at the moment, so I have to come out and keep an eye on it."

Hearing this, Gu Heng asked again, "Then the empress is out of the palace, can you give me a message?"

"I'm guarded by your people inside and outside. I'm afraid you'll know before I even move my feet, so you don't need me to send you any news."

Gu Heng pursed his lips slightly.

"I said I wouldn't interfere in my queen's affairs, and I didn't let the secret guards pass on the news."

"They are only used to protect the queen. I have no intention of spying on the queen."

As if to confirm his words, Shui Po nodded fiercely at Zhe Sang.

"Okay, I'll have someone deliver the news to you next time."

Zhe Sang walked to the door and noticed that the eyes behind her were still staring at her. She paused for a while and then said, "Prime Minister, just have fun in secret. Don't pretend to be pitiful. I won't do this next time."

Although it is dark, the northwest building is brightly lit and full of seats. Looking down from the second floor, it is crowded and bustling.

Zhe Sang watched with a smile in his eyes.

How could strange power and chaos arise out of thin air? How could Dongnan Zhai, as the leader, allow his enemies to grow up?

From making up stories to choosing the location, from the dishes to the decoration, half a box was filled with letters between Zhe Sang and the Zhou family.

After Zhe Sang left, Gu Heng stayed in the side room for a long time, and finally took away the two roasted sweet potatoes. One of them had half of the Zhe Sang peeled, and the other Shui Ba was still untouched.

*
This side of the northwest building caused a storm in the capital, and that side of the house, Mr. Lin was bedridden.

Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature, not to mention that Mr. Lin is already an octogenarian and has become frail with age. No one can avoid illness.

Old Mrs. Lin is also a person who is admired by everyone in the business. Although the Lin family has a history of hundreds of years, it was already dying when it was passed into his hands. The prosperity it has today depends entirely on his methods and extraordinary acumen.

Take the defection to Jinshang as an example. At that time, no one believed that the power of the Seventh Prince could shake the imperial court.

When Mr. Lin received the letter from the Seventh Prince, he locked himself in the study and thought for two days. Once he made the case, he decided to cooperate with the Seventh Prince despite everyone's dissuasion and opposition.

However, this keenness also succeeded in defeating him.

When Wang Shengcai's dream came to Old Mrs. Lin's ears, the old man didn't speak for a whole day, and he didn't eat or drink. After hearing this, his eldest son, Mr. Lin, hurriedly came to see him, but he just sighed quietly.

The next day, Mrs. Lin began to be ill. Within half a month, he was reduced to a skeleton.

His four sons were very filial and stayed beside his bed every day.

He was asking for help, fearing that the old man would be confused after lying down for a long time. As soon as he opened his eyes a little, he would ask if Jishan really had an arsenal.

The Yanshan Arsenal is a secret of the Lin family. The Lin family goes back 200 years and specializes in making weapons for the royal family.

Because it was so old and involved so many lives, only a few direct descendants knew about it.

This was something that Mr. Lin only let out when he was drunk one day more than ten years ago.

But no matter how he asked, Mrs. Lin just didn't speak.

"Father, if you can't tell, just move your fingers and let your son guess."

Uncle Lin was also in his sixties, and his hair was half white. He leaned into Old Mrs. Lin's ear and said.

The old man's cloudy eyes were staring at the ceiling, motionless, only his nose was breathing out.

Uncle Lin waited for a long time and didn't get a response, so he had no choice but to give up.

He said to the servants who were standing by, "Watch carefully. If there is any movement from the old master's side, come and report to me immediately. The second master and the others are coming. You can speak, but you must stay by the side. No matter what you say, come and tell me." Repay me, if something goes wrong, you know my methods."

The servants responded one after another. The old man who was following the old man had been dismissed by Uncle Lin in the past few days, and his people were now guarding here.

The more critical it was, the more he couldn't relax. None of his three brothers was a fuel-efficient lamp.

Uncle Lin went out and patted his clothes to disperse his illness.

The second son, Lin Ming, waited at the door for a while and handed him the snuff bottle. Uncle Lin took a deep breath and gradually relaxed his brows.

"The old guy doesn't talk. I really don't know what he thinks. I am his son, and he is also on guard against me!"

Lin Ming heard some resentment in his words and hurriedly comforted him, "Grandpa is old and now seriously ill. It's normal for him to be confused and unable to speak for a while."

Uncle Lin snorted coldly, "When I was healthy earlier, he told me why I have to work so hard to guard you today. My body has been hurting everywhere in the past few days. I guess it was because of his illness!"

Lin Ming did not accept his words. After all, this was a matter for the elders and they could not discuss it.

"The Northwest Tower is opening today. Prime Minister Gu and Master Gao have gone there. There are all big shots inside. Those gangsters are afraid of death and dare not go in to make trouble."

Uncle Lin paused slightly when he heard this, and frowned again, "Have you found out the person behind it?"

Wang Shengcai's dream was just to fool those stupid farmers. Uncle Lin has been following Old Mrs. Lin since he was a child. He has never seen any tricks.

Speaking of this matter, Lin Ming looked solemn.

"This matter is not only from the Zhou family, there are also people from the capital involved, and I'm afraid they are still very important people."

As Lin Ming helped Uncle Lin walk to the study, he said carefully, "I have visited the area under the imperial city one by one before, and I have agreed not to join in the fun."

"Master Gao has a feud with several of our old customers. I didn't go to knock on the door. He went to the northwest building today specifically to vent his anger on us."

"But my son can't understand why Prime Minister Gu would go?"