Good Man Operation Guide

Not to mention how Putao, who had been beaten sixty times, was carried half-dead into the yard. It was just that Lin Shiheng left the house and sat in a sedan chair instead of riding a horse.

He was a prince, so the sedan was naturally spacious, and there were only four people waiting inside. Lin Shiheng was leaning on the couch, with his mouth open in enjoyment. The servant who was waiting next to him peeled the grapes and stuffed them into his mouth respectfully.

As a member of the privileged class, as long as Lin Shiheng does not seek death, he can continue to enjoy this life until his death.

Because there is a big age difference between His Majesty and His Majesty today, he could barely be considered a baby when His Majesty ascended the throne, and the Queen Mother was still around. Lin Shiheng, the Prince of Linjiang, grew up under his eyes during his childhood.

The late emperor is gone, and his eldest brother is like his father. Now that he has no children, he regards his only biological brother as a treasure.

Therefore, Lin Shiheng also had many privileges. For example, other princes, such as King Linchuan, had to get off the sedan when they arrived at the palace gate, and they could not bring their attendants with them. They could just follow the palace people and walk inside.

Lin Shiheng was very different. Not only could he be a sedan chair, but he could also carry people. Even when he arrived at the palace gate, the guards who came to check on him as usual did not dare to come in. They only glanced at the situation inside and then left respectfully.

It can be said that as the emperor and the elder brother, he has given his younger brother the greatest trust he can give.

Prince Linjiang, Lin Shiheng, sat in his sedan chair and was carried comfortably all the way to the Internal Affairs Cabinet, where the emperor left the place where he reviewed memorials and handled official duties during the early dynasty.

The eunuch waiting outside the door had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the sedan being carried from a distance, his face was immediately filled with smiles. When Lin Shiheng was lazily helped out of the sedan by the servants, he even got on board with great attentiveness. .

"Old slave, I would like to pay my respects to the prince."

"Well, get up."

Lin Shiheng waved his hands in a very casual manner, but the smile on the old eunuch's face became even wider. He stood up with his slightly chubby body and followed him with a smile.

"Your Majesty is very happy to know that the prince is coming. He is waiting inside right now."

"The king is coming, so the emperor will naturally be happy."

King Linjiang had a natural look on his face. As someone who was brought up as his own child, he should have this confidence.

All the way into the main hall, the palace people passing by all saluted respectfully, but Lin Shiheng waved his hands casually to avoid the ceremony, which was an incomparable sight.

"My brother has met the emperor. Is the emperor okay?"

The Emperor Anqing above did not wear a dragon robe, only ordinary clothes. His appearance was very similar to that of Lin Shiheng, but his face was slightly pale, and because of all the years of effort, he looked older than his actual age. As they stood up and down, they looked like each other. Like father and son.

Seeing his younger brother, Emperor Anqing immediately showed a fatherly smile on his face: "I am in the palace every day, so naturally I am fine, but you, who are fooling around with a group of dandies every day, go to the Flower House today, I'm going hunting tomorrow, but my mother is worried about you every day, for fear that you might injure yourself again."

Lin Shiheng smiled cheekily, "Brother, I have so many people around me every day, how could I get hurt? Mother, Queen and Brother, are too worried."

"It's up to you."

Emperor Anqing smiled helplessly and called the man up: "Get up, you have always been heartless and would not go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Why did you want to see me today?"

"Brother Imperial knows me better." Lin Shiheng chuckled and simply admitted, "Brother Chen is here to complain today."

"oh?"

Emperor Anqing was slightly startled: "Is there anyone in this capital who dares to provoke you?"

"You didn't offend me, you offended my princess."

When Lin Shiheng said this, Emperor Anqing frowned slightly: "Isn't your princess in a coma?"

When he mentioned this matter, he still regretted it. When his younger brother ran into the palace excitedly, he said that he had fallen in love with a woman who was also a lady in the family. She was the daughter of the Marquis's family. Regardless of her age or family background, she was enough to be the prince's concubine.

Emperor Anqing always loved his younger brother, but he softened his heart and made a decree. He did not find out what happened to the woman. Who would have thought that she was a sick young man? Just after marrying Shi Heng, he became so sick. She fell into a coma, causing the Queen Mother to sigh every day.

He was wondering how a comatose person could be provoked, when Lin Shiheng Balabala told him about the mistake in Cui Mu's diagnosis and treatment.

Although Lin Shiheng was favored, he was only a prince and could not deal with the doctors of the imperial hospital.

It's like if someone in the family of courtiers outside gets sick, they rush to ask the imperial doctor to come. Even if the imperial doctor makes a mistake in diagnosis and treatment, they can only swallow the pain, give the person some money, and send the person away properly.

Because in this dynasty, the imperial hospital only serves the royal family, and the royal family is compassionate and does not care about them asking the imperial doctor to visit their families. However, if they overstep their duties, the imperial doctor will be punished at that time, and the person who oversteps his duties will definitely remain in the emperor's heart. A bad impression.

Generally speaking, only the royal people in the imperial palace can handle the imperial hospital. The princes in the branch palace can call the imperial doctor, but they are not qualified to do anything to the imperial doctor.

Lin Shiheng really couldn't do anything, but he could let his imperial brother who loved him do it.

As soon as he complained that the prescription Cui Mu prescribed was completely different from the result he told him, Emperor Anqing frowned even more. The name Cui Mu sounded familiar, but he just couldn't remember it.

As an emperor who has to deal with many national affairs every day, he has too many things to remember, and occasionally his memory cannot keep up. So at this time, the eunuch chief around Emperor Anqing can come in handy.

He turned around and asked, "Have I seen this Cui Mu before?"

The chubby chief eunuch bent down and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, you once praised Dr. Cui because he cured the Queen Mother's insomnia last year."

"right."

Lin Shiheng interjected: "Brother Emperor, you also said that his medical skills can compete with those of the court judges. If he were not old enough, his official position could be mentioned again."

As he spoke, King Linjiang, who was dressed in rich clothes, muttered in a low voice with a dissatisfied face: "Just because of your words, Dr. Cui has become famous in the capital. Every household is rushing to ask him to help with medical treatment. Brother Chen It took a lot of effort to get it, but the result was like this.”

Emperor Anqing looked at his younger brother's unhappy face and couldn't laugh or cry: "Look, is this my fault?"

"Okay, let's check. If he really has poor medical skills and misdiagnosed the princess, I will deal with him."

Lin Shiheng's eyes lit up and he smiled, "What do you plan to do with him?"

"He cured his mother's insomnia. Even if he has merit, he cannot be punished too much. He will be fined for one year and lowered by two levels."

"Eh!"

Only then did King Linjiang become happy. He stepped forward without hesitation and enthusiastically patted Emperor Anqing's shoulders. "I know that it is the emperor who still loves me."

"I don't dare take this seriously. When it comes to loving you, my mother is more powerful."

Emperor Anqing sincerely raised this younger brother as his son, and felt very grateful for his attentiveness, which put a smile on his face.

"Now that you are older and married to the princess, you should stop playing around. Now that the princess is well, you should get closer to her and give your mother some grandchildren as soon as possible. You should also study hard on weekdays. I will send you to Your husbands cannot be left idle. They are all very wise. If you learn from them, you will be able to use them throughout your life."

When he chatted, he seemed to be as careful and appropriate as a chicken mother taking care of her chicks. Lin Shiheng, who was standing behind him, was beating his back and smiling playfully: "I am a prince, and I have an imperial brother to take care of me. Even if I don't learn those formalities, If you have something like this, you can still live a comfortable and noble life."

Seeing that he was still so childish even though he was married, Emperor Anqing felt helpless and sad, and sighed, his tone a bit vicissitudes of life.

"You child, the emperor cannot take care of you for the rest of your life."

"Your Majesty is only so much older than me, why can't you take care of me for the rest of your life?"

Lin Shiheng pinched his shoulders diligently, still looking like a playboy prince who didn't know the sufferings of the world.

But in a direction that Emperor Anqing didn't notice, he squeezed his shoulders in one go, and tapped his acupuncture points from time to time.

The more comfortable he became, the more worried Emperor Anqing became.

Although he was technically in the prime of life, he suffered too many assassinations in his early years. The situation at that time was so severe that he could not even seek treatment from an imperial doctor. Until now, he has become seriously ill.

Now he can clearly feel that his body is getting heavier day by day, and there is still no way out from the palace. Although the imperial doctor said that his body will not affect the heir, Emperor Anqing still believes that he has been seriously injured long ago, and the heir will not be able to survive. , time is running out.

Even if he had no heirs for the throne he had fought so hard for, he would never give it to anyone else. Even if he had to give it to someone else, it would be to a younger brother from the same mother.

It's just that he is his beloved child after all. He really can't bear to let his younger brother, who has always been accustomed to freedom, be like him. He studies day and night and doesn't dare to relax for a moment. After finally sitting on the throne, he can't stop. For the sake of this country, even if I am sick or in pain, I must bite the bullet and continue to handle government affairs.

Feeling his shoulders gradually relaxing due to his younger brother's massage, Emperor Anqing sighed: "You have been here long enough. Go visit your mother quickly. I still have a lot of things to do here."

He was reluctant to let his brother suffer. All he could do was to properly handle the country from top to bottom while he was still alive, and then hand it over to his brother in a complete and prosperous manner.

As expected, the heartless young prince didn't notice the heaviness on his royal brother's face. He responded happily and walked out of the hall with his sleeves in full swing.

Emperor Anqing looked at the back of his cheerful figure who knew no human suffering, shook his head helplessly and fondly, smiled, stretched out his hand to touch his shoulder, and said to the eunuch in charge serving beside him: "This boy also has two brushes. After being pinched twice by him, I really felt lighter all over."

The chief eunuch laughed in his heart, no one could have this ability but King Linjiang, who had always been served by others since he was young and had never served anyone else.

He smiled in his heart and smiled on his face: "The prince must have wanted to be good to Your Majesty and used his heart to achieve this effect."

"Yeah, I think so."

Emperor Anqing nodded with satisfaction and moved his shoulders. He felt as if there was a brisk air traveling along his body, bringing relief wherever he went.

It's just a few clicks, but it's probably an illusion to have such a great effect.

Cui Mu was demoted because he made mistakes in the diagnosis and treatment of Princess Linjiang.

When this news reached Mu Qingrong's ears, it was already approaching the time of entering the palace.

Her parents were very excited about her entering the palace. Her mother kept telling her not to be nervous. Even her father came to visit her several times.

Mu Qingrong was very disdainful of their emotions.

Since her rebirth, except for her future husband, King Linjiang, she has looked down upon everyone.

These people knew nothing and were still happy that she was probably favored by Emperor Anqing.

Little did they know that Emperor Anqing would die in another year, and by then King Linjiang would be the real Ninth Five-Year Plan.

Mu Qingrong was also very disdainful towards Emperor Anqing, whom he had served.

As an emperor, he was too good-tempered. Whether it was his concubines or courtiers, he was always docile. He was not even as good as King Linjiang who later ascended the throne. He had no majesty as an emperor. He only knew about national affairs every day and never enjoyed himself. , all her talents and abilities were wasted.

Especially, he is still a short-lived ghost.

If you are going to die, why choose a show?

In this life, Mu Qingrong did not want to serve Emperor Anqing at all, so after entering the palace, she lowered her eyebrows, never argued with him, and had no intention of showing off herself.

She knew that Emperor Anqing was a meek-tempered person, and if Xiu Nu had not expressed his admiration for him, he would not have taken the initiative to keep her.

Mu Qingrong felt that she had done a good enough job, but she did not expect that Emperor Anqing would not pay attention to a woman with a low eyebrow but the Queen Mother liked this type very much.

When a group of beautiful ladies knelt down to pay homage to the Queen Mother and the Emperor, the Queen Mother, who had been quietly observing the beautiful ladies, looked at the peaceful Mu Qingrong and nodded with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty, the Ai family looks at it, this beautiful girl is very good."

Emperor Anqing also raised his eyes and looked at her from a distance. Regardless of her appearance, he didn't pick much and just said directly: "Let her come forward and have a look."

Mu Qingrong was anxious.

She didn't want to be chosen, then it would be even more impossible to marry King Linjiang.

In desperation, she pretended to trip and fell to the ground when she stepped forward.

"My daughter has seen... ah!"

Mu Qingrong got her wish and heard the voice of the Queen Mother: "How can I serve the emperor and give him flowers if I can't even walk well?"

"yes."

Mu Qingrong's eyes were full of joy, and she was completely unaware of the cold gazes that the Queen Mother and Emperor Anqing were looking at her.

The view from above was clear, but Mu Qingrong tripped on purpose just now, and her face was filled with joy after being given the flowers, which showed how much she didn't want to serve Emperor Anqing.

For the royal mother and son, Mu Qingrong's attitude was enough to anger them.

It's just that we're still in the draft, so I'm just holding back for the time being.

After the draft, Emperor Anqing, who had always felt powerless in sexual affairs, had spent more time in the harem because he had relaxed a little these days. Seeing this, the Queen Mother felt happy and immediately forgot about Mu Qingrong. In the back of my mind.

But Mu Qingrong is making preparations in the house.

Not for anything else, but because King Linjiang sent a message saying that the princess had recovered and he was going to take her back.

Ever since she was almost humiliated last time, Mu Qingrong has not dared to go to Linjiang Palace again.

Although the beginning was not smooth, Mu Qingrong relied on the fact that she had spent many years with King Linjiang who became the emperor in her previous life. She was very confident that no one in the world understood him better than herself.

She knew that King Linjiang loved beauty the most and hated women's jealousy the most.

The most important thing now is to separate the relationship between King Linjiang and Mu Qingling, and then start plotting.

After thinking about it carefully, Mu Qingrong carefully selected a woman who almost looked like King Linjiang in her previous life. On the day when Mu Qingling returned home, she chose the right time to meet them on a narrow road.

As she wished, Lin Shiheng's eyes were immediately glued to the woman.

"You're a pretty girl, but you're a slave in the Marquis's residence? What's your name?"

The girl bowed softly and weakly, "My name is Bo'er, and I serve the third girl."

Seeing that Lin Shiheng's eyes were glued to Bo'er and couldn't get up, Mu Qingrong felt proud, straightened her waist slightly, and glanced at Mu Qingling seemingly unintentionally.

How about it? Doesn’t it make you feel uncomfortable when your newlywed husband shows off other women in front of you?

When he looked over, he paused in disbelief.

I saw Mu Qingling smiling with both eyes, and there was no reluctance in his eyes.

How is it possible? Isn't she afraid that this girl will threaten her status? She just got married!

"Bo'er?"

At this moment, Mu Qingling listened to the husband beside her repeating Bo'er's name, and silently accepted it in her heart.

——As expected, the person lives up to his name, and his watery eyes make people feel pain when he looks at him.

The next moment, Lin Shiheng's eyes were full of admiration, he looked at Bo'er and said, "As expected, he lives up to his name, he looks so smooth and makes people feel pain."

Seeing the familiar look of love and joy on her husband's face, Mu Qingling's heart did not waver.

Even a little want to laugh.