After being turned into cannon fodder, I made the emperor cry with anger

"Ah?" Wang Fugui wondered, "Don't you always dislike sweets?"

Di Hanxin: "Go if you are told!"

Wang Fugui: "Oh!"

The wine is sweet, delicious, but quite intoxicating.

Di Hanxin closed the fold and stroked the brush in his hand, imagining Min Yiyi's face like peach blossoms after drinking, and her charming eyes like silk.

Sex after drinking is common for both men and women.

……

In the evening, he came to the entrance of Kunhua Palace carrying a white jade pot.

The young eunuch guarding the Kunhua Palace saw him and without waiting for him to speak, he knelt down straight and had no intention of going in to report.

Along the way, I met some handymen, cleaners, and passers-by. They all behaved themselves and did what they were supposed to do after saluting.

Di Hanxin curled his lips with satisfaction and walked straight in.

However, at the door, I heard the sounds of "pop!" "pop!" coming from inside, as well as the girl's cry of pain.

Di Hanxin's eyes darkened. Was she like before, always punishing her servants?
"Just ten words." Min Yiyi's voice came from the room, "You have been practicing for half a month, and you should give me a little less Gong! Zhao Xiaotang, you usually look very smart, why is it your turn to write? So stupid!"

Di Hanxin stood by the door and looked through the crack in the door. He saw Zhao Xiaotang who seemed to be practicing calligraphy. Min Yiyi was standing next to her with a two-foot-long bamboo whip in his hand, with a look on his face that looked like he hated iron. The teacher in the school.

Zhao Xiaotang blew his red hands and said with tears, "Mother, I accidentally forgot..."

Min Yiyi: "Rong's mother has learned this. How old she is and how old you are. Is it possible that your memory is worse than hers? You just don't pay attention!"

Zhao Xiaotang: "Your Majesty, I'm not careless! I was thinking that the word "Gong" means to be humble and be a little boy! So I remembered the word 'little' and forgot about the other thing..."

Min Yiyi: "Stay low and be small? It's quite appropriate. Then think about it this way. Isn't there a dot next to the small characters? This means that a little bit of being low and small is for respect. If you are too small, then it is That’s not respectful, that’s mean!”

Zhao Xiaotang: "Oh! So, does the word "mean" have two dots next to it?"

Min Yiyi: "...don't worry about how you write it first. You should first write down the motto of our Kunhua Palace!"

Zhao Xiaotang: "Okay, Madam! I'll practice again!"

Min Yiyi nodded, then turned to look at Mrs. Rong on the other side. She was also writing, her brush shaking, her eyes widened, and her whole body stiff, which looked ridiculous.

"Mama Rong!" Min Yiyi said, "You have been practicing for so long and your hands are still shaking? Your hands are very steady when you are doing needlework! Why do they shake when you write?"

Mrs. Rong put down her pen in frustration: "I can't do this anymore! I can't learn this!"

"Don't give up so easily!" Min Yiyi picked up the pen and stuffed it into her hand: "You don't often tell me that you have to persevere in doing things. You've only been here for half a month, and you've only just started to make progress after ten years! We can't give up halfway. !”

Rong's mother was about to cry: "My dear, I'm too old to learn! Besides, what's the use of asking us to learn the principles of 'benevolence, justice, reason, trust, gentleness, respect, thrift and yielding'? The more tolerant you are, the younger Concubine Chun will be." Damn it—she’s getting even more aggressive and arrogant! And the emperor hasn’t come for several days! It’s no use, it’s really no use!”

Min Yiyi: "Mother Rong, how many women does the emperor have?"

Rong’s mother: “There are eight people who have a share!”

Min Yiyi: "There are eight now, how many women will there be in the future?"

Mother Rong: "How can this old slave know? But I heard that the late emperor had more than 20, and I think the emperor has about the same number!"

"There are more than 20 women, one turn a day, and it will take more than 20 days for it to be my turn! What's more, he can't come to the harem every day, right? If his kidneys are good, he will come every two or three days. If his kidneys are not good, There are only three or four times a month, and there are more than 20 women, so it will take several months to have one turn!" Min Yiyi said, "In these few months, we will not be able to survive? So Rong mother, no matter what we do, We can’t do it for others, we have to do it for ourselves! I asked you to learn how to write, read, and teach sages and sages, not to convince others of us, nor to attract the emperor, but to make you stronger, more sensible, and more knowledgeable. Tooru, you are better off."

After a pause, she continued: "In the palace, palace maids who can read and write can be female officials! The moon silver has increased several times! If one day in the future, I am no longer here, you can learn more and have a better career." A good way out——"

"Empress!" Mother Rong suddenly shouted sternly, "What are you talking about! What do you mean you are not here anymore? You are not allowed to say such unlucky words again!" Min Yiyi: "...I just said it casually , why are you so loud! Write quickly, if you can’t learn, you won’t be allowed to eat tonight!”

……

Di Hanxin looked at Min Yiyi deeply.

She is really kind to her servants.

But one could tell from her words that she had no expectations for him.

She may even have made plans to leave the palace.

He is a strong-willed person who would rather be broken than broken.

He had never seen a woman so jealous.

No, women are jealous.

But he had never seen a woman so openly jealous.

It's obviously against women's ethics, but it seems like she is so just and so confident.

It made him feel an inexplicable...feeling of self-blame.

But since ancient times, haven’t all men in the world been like this?
Di Hanxin looked at the wine in his hand, and finally turned around and went back.

……

On the morning of the next day, someone from Qianyang Palace suddenly came and told Min Yiyi to go there.

Min Yiyi looked calm on the outside, but felt anxious inside.

Why are you looking for her?

Are you going to do something to her again?

As for the boy's skill, others didn't know what was going on, but she knew it very well. Just an excuse didn't mean that he would let her go...

So, she dressed herself up specially today.

Her face was painted very white, and her eye circles were painted very dark. Then she put powder on her lips without applying lipstick. She took out the clothes that made her look her most aged and wore them. She looked in the mirror and thought, OK!With a pale face and dark eye circles, the Zombie Queen is online again!

She walked into the Qianyang Palace with zombie steps, knelt down and saluted: "Your Majesty, you are here to find me, what important business do you have for me?"

Di Hanxin's eyes stayed on her face for three seconds and said, "Wang Fugui."

Wang Fugui: "Yes."

Di Hanxin: "Send the maid responsible for dressing up the queen to the Enshrinement Department to be responsible for dressing up the dead."

Wang Fugui: "Yes!"

"Hey! Wait! Your Majesty!" Min Yiyi hurriedly stopped Wang Fugui, "It's not a palace maid! I dressed up myself!"

It's still useful for her to keep the holly!

Di Hanxin: "Yourself?"

(End of this chapter)