The Villain Is Too Cute

Jingdi Xie Nai was also a wise man. From his name, he knew that his path to the throne was quite bumpy. Naturally, better than anyone could understand, what kind of performance a royal grandson who lacked careful education would behave.

The more Yin Minglu was as ignorant of etiquette as a child born in the countryside, and the more he was able to contact himself, the more subtle emotions arose in his heart.

Therefore, although the young emperor’s expression was calm, he was much gentler towards the group that came. "Minglu, when you first came to the imperial city, you were tired of getting a car all the way, so let me see where you want to live. I immediately clean up the courtyard and let you wait for it to rest."

You can actually pick the courtyard. The people in the Yunfu who thought they would be sent casually were flattered, and quickly bowed their heads to thank you. Everyone in the world said that King Jing was generous and kind, and his true name was well-deserved.

Yin Minglu's small face was also a little surprised, but he immediately thanked him, his body arched slightly, and said, "Brother Xie Huang."

The emperor's brother exchanged this sentence for a yard, and they really took advantage. No wonder the image of the emperor's cousin is so magnificent in the memory of the original owner. Yin Minglu was deeply pleased, and he couldn't help but smile a little with brows on his face.

This emotion was so obvious that it was hard to ignore the gratitude, and the light in his eyes was slightly deep, and a casual smile flashed through the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself, this child seemed to be very satisfying, and he didn't know whether it was too young and incomprehensible, or the previous growth environment did not cultivate his ambition.

The royal people like to measure and measure. They don’t know that everyone in the Yun Mansion is from the master to the servant, and they are really indifferent. People from the border town may really have never seen the world, but they have a simple, honest and happy mind. But it is precious. At this moment, everyone was thinking, Xinjun is so good, better than Emperor Xian.

Aunt Yin was also overjoyed. She was ready to go back to Yuncheng. Now that the yard is big, she can live in and serve the little master up close.

The young emperor glanced at her casually, and quickly judged the identity of the other party from the other party's corset, and then smiled at Yin Minglu: "It turns out that Minglu still has the habit of drinking milk." Otherwise, how could he not forget it with him. Bring a nanny.

It's really a child who hasn't grown up.

The ancients believed that breast milk was nutritious, and they were generally weaned late. Many people from wealthy families or royal children still drank breast milk when they were ten years old, but this definitely does not include Yin Minglu, who was so misunderstood. He blinked his eyes and wrinkled his face into a little bitter gourd. .

After all, how should he explain to the emperor who was long in the deep palace, that the other party really underestimated how the poor family made the most of the role of servants. Some people have plump breasts, and they seem to work as nanny, but in fact they also work part-time embroidering, burning, cooking, etc., they are all-round and pragmatic talents.

But he can't say that the emperor is wrong. The little head went through it again, but did not find a good explanation, so Yin Minglu had to give up.

The young emperor personally led Yin Minglu, instead of riding in the imperial court, he wandered around the palaces as if he were walking around the back garden. He walked straight ahead and introduced the yards indifferently. The speed was not hurried or slow. Wherever he went, the court ladies and eunuchs knelt down, fully demonstrating the power of power.

Like Grandma Liu, Yin Minglu and his party looked around at the stairway hall and high pavilion corridor, their small mouths bend into an "O" shape from time to time. How do you describe their attitude at the moment? It's almost exactly the same as the performance of later generations when they visited the Forbidden City under the guidance of a guide.

Except that the status of this tour guide is very noble now, and he is the nine-five-year-old with power in the world.

However, after only a few walks, Yin Minglu was already out of breath, and wanted to sit down with his knees and his short legs.

"Is Minglu tired?" Jingdi stopped and asked knowingly.

I thought that when the emperor asked such questions, the little head would shake like a rattle, but I never thought that the child made a milky voice: "Yeah."

The answer was unceremonious, and the **** chief prince behind the emperor slid his feet and stumbled. He supported the brim of his hat, thinking that this prince Yun is really young, and he is born lacking that tendon, otherwise normal people would reply to the emperor like this?

Emperor Jing didn't change his expression, and said, "I am not thinking about it. This palace is big and you are small. Next time you should take the chariot with me."

Is this emperor’s chariot that people can sit casually? Even the beloved concubines in the future and the courtiers most valued by the emperor may not be eligible.

If you change someone, you must kneel down in panic at this moment, or say that this is not in compliance with the rules, but who is Yin Minglu? He was spoiled and spoiled. He didn't want to be exhausted. When he was about to pretend to be stupid and stunned to continue to play to the end, he hurriedly clicked his little head happily, and continued to use skillfully, his voice was tender and authentic: "Brother Xie Huang."

He got on the car anyway, don't think about him getting off.

I don’t know if it’s because of exhaustion, the child’s voice is full of slight hoarseness, and when I look closely, the white forehead is covered with a thin layer of perspiration, which complements the boundless beauty of the eyebrows. Jingdi has always liked it. The color of Indigo Naturalis. The red mouth was also a little white. At this moment, the little hand was resting on his knees, breathing slightly and looked pitiful and cute.

Looks really tired.

Originally, I just said that I was disgusted, but at this time there was no idea of ​​taking the words back. Anyway, the emperor opened his mouth, and it was a golden mouth, and it was not very plausible to regret it, so he decided to go on like this. Rao was amazed by how many people in the harem, and there was no change.

"Minglu, along the way, which yard do you like? You can talk to me."

The prince also listened to these words. He changed his posture and wondered how he should answer if he is the son of the king of Yun. "Your Majesty’s palace is beautiful everywhere, and the courtiers are overwhelmed. I don’t know what to do. The choice, everything depends on your majesty."

Or answer, "Wherever you go, the palace halls are in line with the wishes of the courtiers, no matter where the house, the courtiers, etc., they will be safe."

Unexpectedly, Wang Shizi was different. He had his little head low, and he picked it up seriously, with a bit of adult-like contemplation on his face.

It took a long while to choose the yard farthest from the emperor's palace but closer to the harem, and the yard didn't win eyes all the way.

Unexpectedly this choice, the emperor raised his eyebrows.

Yin Minglu naturally had his own considerations. After that door, it was the harem.

Now it's deserted, and there are almost no female family members except for the maids who shovel, so Yin Minglu's choice of the yard is not a taboo. The original new emperor succeeded to the throne. He should have accepted beautiful women, so he wouldn't be reduced to two or three flowers now, but the thing is just a coincidence. After finally waiting for the courtiers to survive these three years, the queen mother and the high-level concubines of the first emperor died hand in hand, following the front and back feet.

The funeral is year after year, and everyone in the harem is almost numb after eating vegetarian food. It was finally liberated this year, and the first general election since the emperor's accession to the throne is scheduled to begin in the spring next year.

When the general election arrives next year, the closer the courtyard he chooses to the harem, the closer to the mission goal heroine Qin Manman.

The prince's choice for Yin Minglu is to hate iron but not steel. You must know that the closer the mansion courtyard is to the emperor, the greater the radiation that can be received, and the greater the favor. After all, flattering is also closer! This prince Yun was really incomprehensible, and he wasted a good opportunity in the face of the emperor's gift.

But Jingdi Xie looked at the person in front of him, his body was thin and small, his pupils were black, and he was looking up at him with a small face, as if he was a good emperor who would care for his subjects, and would definitely satisfy his smallness. Like the request, that total trust made Xie Nian unable to tell what he felt in his heart. He just subconsciously developed a teasing mind and didn't want to meet the requirements of the person in front of him.

So he pondered for a moment, turned a corner, and rejected Yin Minglu's request on the grounds that "Your body is weak, and the yin in the harem is too heavy, and the location here is not appropriate".

Another courtyard was placed, which, by coincidence, was next to the place where the emperor’s office rested. Ignoring the little guy's expression like a bolt from the blue, it was so decided.

Yin Minglu wanted to vomit. Since Emperor Jing made such a self-considered decision, why did he take him to see the room at the beginning, and saw that he couldn't choose in the end.

The environment of the yard is naturally top-notch. The courtyard is full of seasonal flowers, and there is a clear pond and rockery in the middle. There is nothing wrong with it except that it is right next to the emperor.

Xiao Man even exclaimed, whispering in his ear: "My son, my son, you usually like to eat flower cakes. There are so many petals here, we can do it ourselves." You know, they are from Yuncheng. People, I was afraid that I would not be accustomed to eating sweets here in Beijing. Now that there are raw materials in the yard, they can do it.

However, Yin Minglu's face was still glum, carrying his baggage and sighing, feeling that he had done it again for the original owner, but he still did not get rid of the original owner's fate and was still "supervised".

At this time, Qin Manman, who was outside the palace, was also bravely dressed in men's clothing and went into and out of the poems gathering all kinds of talents, whether it was "knowing it or not, knowing it, it should be green, fat, red and thin", or "a good year." "Jun Xu Ji, the most orange-yellow-orange-green time" made her reap a basket of talents.

Even if there is no complete poem, a few random lines of golden sentences are still amazing.

Seeing Qin Manman, who was held by the stars of talented scholars, there are many official ladies who taste and question, similar to how a person's inspiration and talent can be so abundantly exposed, a poem a day, like a street production ? The style has also changed from graceful poems of complaints to heroic frontier poems. Isn't this style spanning too far?

But for this, Qin Manman smiled and said that it was due to her temperament. If she really found the gunman, which one of the poems on this poem banquet was not a stunning song and song, could the gunman himself know its value? Why didn't one or two stand up, but let her young woman pretend to be the leader?

So I came to the conclusion that these are all her own creations.

Some people don't believe it, but most people still believe it.