Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King

Wei Yansi firmly denied it.

When the song was over, Qu Jinying said unclearly, "This song sounds familiar."

Wei Yansi: "It really has nothing to do with me."

The **** Yi Dongpo popped his head, his skinny body was like a chopstick, jumping up and down: "Master, the singer is a red brocade girl."

Fu leaned in her ear and said: "Do you remember, Baiguan Ping Kuiye, you asked her to be with you, she didn't want to."

"It turned out to be her, and the singing is really fresh and pure." Wei Yan pursed her lips, and the volume was overwhelmingly lowest. "You quickly tell the county lord that I am not here."

"It must be you invited," Yi Dongpo persuaded her in the same low voice, "The Hongjin girl is a daughter of a song, if the county owner knows that you are spending so much to make her happy, you will definitely be touched."

Wei Yan stared at him angrily.

Yi Dongpo persuaded, obediently obediently proceeded: "The county owner--"

"It turns out that the person who invited the Hongjin girl to accompany me that night was Prince Wan." Qu Jinying interrupted him.

Yi Dongpo was shocked by how she learned that her facial features were exaggerated and deformed, and the other party calmly responded to her with an expression of "I heard all your whispers".

"No, no," Yi Dongpo subconsciously raised his neck, "My master is full of you. Where can I go to the brothel."

Wei Yan thought anxiously: "What nonsense are you talking about!" Who is full of heart is Qu Jinying!

"The minion didn't talk nonsense."

"shut up!"

Yi Dongpo chuckled, young man, he was still too shy.

When he returned to the palace that night, Wei Yansi was about to reward Yi Dongpo with a zhanghong, but he had to forgive him for his death sin because of the people inside and outside the hall of raising his heart.

But there is no escape.

Wei Yansi asked him to kneel for punishment, from Yuexingxingxi to the east of sunrise. In order not to delay his great cause of kneeling for punishment, she brought Spring early in the morning.

At this time, the civil and military officials were puzzled. Yi Dongpo has been serving from the Supreme Emperor to the present, even if it is five tubers and seven injuries, he has stayed on the front line of the early days and has never been absent.

Wei Yansi coughed a few times with a cool voice to stop their whispers.

Spring came with a slap in the dust, and sang: "If something happens, retreat if nothing happens."

"Long live the enlightenment," the chief assistant Lu Chijing held the wat board and walked out, "Weichen has something to play."

He mentioned the miracle last night, which once again caused a lot of discussion in the court, and the hundred officials split into three factions.

One group believes: "If a hundred names do not live, this is the wrath of the gods, and the roar is like thunder, warning that all things are good, there must be a report."

One group thinks: "The world will return to the original state, and all the barbarians will return to their hearts. This time the auspicious fall from the sky is due to the grace of Lord Thunder."

One group thinks: "Neither credulity nor superstition."

Wei Yansi was in a bad mood, and she was about to roll her eyes to the back of her head, determined to explain the origin of the fireworks. The glands behind her neck suddenly became hot, her secret path was bad, and an ominous premonition filled her heart, and she raised her hand and pressed it.

Seeing her complexion changed slightly, the Baiguan below consciously shut up for fear of annoying her.

Only Lu Chijing chattered like an old mother about disaster relief.

Finally entering the subject, Wei Yansi straightened her spine, placed her hands on her knees, and sat upright. When he opened his mouth, he was shocking and pointed out all the problems of disaster relief-insufficient food supplies, poor quality of medicinal materials, loose management of personnel, intertwined responsibilities of various ministries, and the boundaries of the Fufang Hospital are unclear.

Baiguan was stunned for a while, his eyes almost stared out and rolled to the ground. Is this still the faint monarch who doesn't ask about current affairs in the world.

Wei Yansi was a little proud of their admiration, and straightforwardly stated his intentions-to rectify the super-class, clean up the ethos, and thoroughly investigate corruption.

Baiguan understands that the disaster relief is just a cover, but it is actually playing on the topic.

Lu Chijing and Ge Changliu were the first to support her, chanting long live our emperor.

This matter quickly spread to the harem. At that time, the Queen Mother was sitting quietly in the courtyard of Wuying Hall and swinging, and said to Mother Lan: "The emperor has grown up and has an idea."

Her calm face has always been peaceful, but she has a hint of joy and excitement, and her eyes are red.

"Long live before you are young, this is not, you will become an adult when you are old." Mother Lan's nose was sour, and her voice faded, like the setting sun hid in the western mountains, "The princess also had this temperament when she was young. "

She patted the back of the queen mother's hand: "You have to take care of yourself, don't think too much."

Then he mentioned the miracle in the night sky last night, saying that it was made by the construction office at the request of Long live, in order to make Qinghui County Master happy.

This is a funny thing, the queen mother distracted her sorrow, and her puzzled eyes showed two ignorance, which made her look like a person who has experienced years of trials and hardships, but just a girl who doesn't know the world.

"Huang'er's temperament has changed drastically recently, and many things cannot be figured out for her."

"Long live has never done so attentively to anyone? I'm afraid I don't really like Qinghui County Master."

The queen mother was slightly surprised: "You know her identity, it's impossible."

"Linglong dice puts on the red beans, and I don't know if I am in love with each other. The world, the love is complicated, the true feelings, the two-way attachment, can it be explained in a few words?"

The queen mother's eyes flickered, falling towards the skirt corners that were brought up by the wind, sorrow rose from her chest, but a small smile came up on her lips, her head tilted, she leaned on the rope of the swing, and asked thoughtfully: "How is the concubine Chen preparing for the selection of the concubine?"

An iced fruit plate held the dragon case in the Hall of Nourishment. Chun Lai said, "This is from the Qianchun Palace. The concubine Chen was worried about the emperor's dragon body and made it by herself."

Wei Yansi took a peek from the piles of memorials. He liked it very much. There were his favorite grapes in the fruit plate, as well as a few bright yellow oranges, all of which were peeled off, like a clear and delicate jasper.

I picked up a grape at my fingertips, and the flesh rolled in my mouth with the coolness, and then fell into my stomach. Most of the summer heat dissipated.

In the aftertaste, there is a touch of sweetness in the mouth, and I can't help but think of the citrus and jasmine fragrance that belongs to Qu Jinying, which is also such a relief from heat and fatigue.

The glands are hot again, a bit higher than the temperature in the morning, and they feel sour and tingling.

I was afraid that the fever period was coming again, which made her always recite Qu Jinying, so she threw away the vermilion pen, pushed aside the memorial, put the fruit plate in front of her, and ate it cleanly.

But his mouth full of cool flesh, no longer relieves the heat, the more he eats, the more he feels hot and unbearable.

Damn it!

Wei Yansi grabbed the teacup and drank upright.

Chunlai sees her sweating profusely, and intimately wants to go to the ice cellar to get some ice cubes and put it in the hall.

Wei Yansi ordered him to go back quickly, looking up with his back as he ran away, staring at the clear and clear sky.

A man kneeling under the clear sky-damn Yi Dongpo.

She became more angry and told him to kneel farther and go where she could not see.

Yi Dongpo was an old slippery head, and immediately knelt under the eaves. It was a shady place with occasional cool wind.

Wei Yansi walked out with his hand in hand, and saw his lazy mind clearly, without saying a word, waved at Fenghe, and asked him to return to the guard to change into a casual dress and accompany her out of the palace.

"Long live out of the palace again?" Feng He asked.

"Ok."

"West Gate?"

"...Hmm." Wei Yansi shrugged awkwardly.

Fenghe's advice to persuade her not to go stopped on the tip of his tongue, and walked back to the guard.

He learned his lesson from his tragic failure, this time he kept his eyes on him, and took a few more guards to hide in the dark, in case of emergency.

Wei Yansi had no objection. She put on a hat to cover half of her face, and rode on a tall horse, passing through the lively market and crowds, and sometimes heard pedestrians discussing the fireworks of last night, there is a kind of everyone who is drunk and I am alone. Proud of.

When she arrived at the West City Gate, she found the porridge shed of the Yongyihou Mansion in a familiar way.

In the shed, there is a water-blue figure that shuttles among the people, like a butterfly flying in the sea of ​​flowers, with a long body and elegant temperament. Wei Yansi's irritability in her chest was miraculously resolved, which was more effective than eating iced fruit.

She rolled over and got off her horse, walked in, took off the hat, and placed it on the low stool, adjusting her expression to be as gentle and calm as possible.

"The county owner."

But the man seemed to have not heard it. He wiped her shoulders and walked by, squatting in front of a stove and fanning the wind with a puff fan. When the fire was hot, he straightened his legs and stirred the rice porridge in the cauldron with a long spoon.

"Lord of the county, let me help you." Wei Yansi approached her and sniffed her body scent greedily, and the discomfort during the fever period rolled in her body.

She held the handle of the long spoon in her hand.

Qu Jinying had to let go, as if he had only noticed her, with a slightly surprised look, politely saluting as before.

"Young Master Wan has a heart for the people, is here again today?" Her voice was not emotional, emotional.

Wei Yansi tasted a bit of sarcasm.

Guess she was still mad at Yi Dongpo's explicit remarks last night.

"Let me see if I can help?"

"There are many places to help, but it's better to be a concubine for such rough work."

Wei Yansi hurriedly squeezed the handle of the spoon, for fear that she would grab it: "It's not tiring to make porridge, I can make porridge."

"In that case, my concubine is busy elsewhere." Qu Jinying folds to accompany Xiao Yangliu, and the two gather in front of a pile of big baskets, sorting out the clothes one by one.

"I can fold clothes too." Wei Yansi flashed over, took a pile of clothes out and put them on the table of Eight Immortals, folding them in a decent way.

"Where did so many clothes come from?"

Qu Jinying's eyebrows are light: "The summer clothes prepared by the tailor were found at the mansion, but most of them were donated by the people. The weather is too hot and the victims have to have clothes to change."

Wei Yan complimented her with a warm heart.

Qu Jinying didn't appreciate it, her expression was as light as a cloud: "It's enough for me and Xiao Yangliu to be busy, Master Wan, don't work too hard."

"Don't work, don't work, serve the people, start with small things."

"Then there is son Lao Wan." Qu Jinying held up the folded summer clothes and walked straight out of the porridge shed with the little Yangliu, towards Fufang.

He walked out of the temperament of a fancier who "flicked his sleeves without taking away a cloud".

The author has something to say:

The county owner also has a small temper~~