Shen Gong Ji

The seat of Mr. Xian...that is a throne that can keep pace with him and Mr. Hui.If I had just arrived in the palace, I might still have delusional thoughts, but since Wen Feng's death, such thoughts have long been wiped out.

Now that your son suddenly mentioned it, I have to say that I was very surprised.But the feeling of joy was annihilated by a thick cloud of suspicion before it could rise.

I have heard from Uncle Jin long ago that the open and secret contest between Mr. Gui and Mr. Hui has never stopped, and the two have been trying to put their own people on the throne of Mr. Xian.But until now, the little emperor seems to have no plans to establish a new son.But why did he choose me?No matter how you look at it, he shouldn't have chosen me, right?In terms of appearance, I can't compare with Hong Zhuo, in terms of talent, I can only do some painting, and when it comes to real Chinese painting skills, I am no match for Guan Shangyi.In terms of background, I am a "savage" who came out of the mountains, and I can't even compare to a palace servant like Du Ruo. He chose me as a potential stock. Was his brain kicked by a donkey?

I looked at him and laughed dryly, "My lord, are you joking..."

He shook his head slowly but surely.

I rubbed my nose, "I don't have this ability..."

"You have great potential, but you haven't discovered it yet." He said, leaning against the edge of the table regardless of etiquette, and stretched out his fingertips to touch my eyebrows, "If you want, I can let you In this harem, one person is under one person and over ten thousand people."

With that point of touch, I had the illusion of being enchanted in a trance.It seems that every word he speaks is so convincing, as if there is nothing impossible as long as you follow him.

But he didn't continue to ask me if I would like it, I think he had already tacitly agreed that I would.

Then he asked me casually, "Do you know what kind of person Huang Yafu hates the most?"

"how is it like?"

"Those who come out of the mud without being stained are self-proclaimed." He played with the wine glass in his hand, "Do you know why?"

I shook my head.

"Because the first emperor once had a lifelong love, such a fairy-like person." He said, his bright eyes glanced at me, and I suddenly understood what he meant by these words.

Huang Yafu must hate his love rival, so anyone who is similar to that love rival must also hate it together, right?

If so, things are too simple.Xiang Li's nature is simple, and he is very proud, which is almost the same as the so-called "pretentious".I just need to find a way to let him show these characteristics to the fullest in front of Huang Yafu.If I can make him resemble the former emperor's true love, the emperor's father will help me get rid of him soon.

But that would be too immoral...

I think, I still don't want to do so absolutely.The little emperor is not a fool, if I get so close to Huang Yafu, he will be upset.

So I stood up and bowed to your noble son, "Thank you for your information, sir, I will think carefully about it."

"polite."

I bid him farewell, and looked back at him before leaving, only to see that he was smiling very mischievously in the sunshine of February, and he couldn't see clearly anymore.

I carefully thought about what your son said to me. I kept weighing the three ways, and finally I thought it would be better to combine the first and second ways.The third one is too extreme, I really can't do it...

I set up the easel and began to draw sketches on the paper, thinking while drawing.It turned out that after waiting an hour, the little emperor appeared on the drawing paper with his playful smile.

The little emperor... If I want to win him over, I have to think carefully about him.What does he like and what does he hate.

He seems to be moody, one moment may be full of tenderness towards you, the next second he will turn his face and deny anyone.But as long as he's not insane, there's always some pattern to follow...

Apart from Mr. Hui, the people he favored were Hong Zhuo, Yuetu, me, and now Xiangli.I feel that, including Mr. Hui, these people's personalities seem to be relatively straightforward, without so many twists and turns, and it is more obvious that if you want to be yin, you will be yin... So after I started to restrain myself, he turned Don't pay much attention to me anymore.

Could it be...he prefers the kind of person who can understand at a glance?

It seems that this is not incomprehensible. He is now in this situation of walking on thin ice, trembling every day, and he has to reserve three points for anyone.If there is a simple person in the harem to relax him, he will naturally like it more.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little distressed.Anyway, even after this year's birthday, he is only 19 years old, right?At the age of a high school student, he has not even seen the world, yet he has to bear so many things.His cruelty to people is probably because he doesn't understand, and he doesn't have the heart to understand, because he can't take care of himself.

In this way, if I return to the [-] that I was before entering the palace—although this thing does not mean that it can be recovered, and I am still a [-] who does not know the heights and heights of the world—whether he will pay more attention to me?In this case, the first objective is achieved.

As for the second point, the relationship between him and Xiangli... I have to get closer to Xiangli a few more times.

With the arrival of spring, the days are getting longer.The snow gradually melted away, the flowers in the garden gradually bloomed, and the whole palace seemed to be waking up from a deep sleep.The waterfall in the Fuyao Temple also dissipated, and they started singing again in an uproar.Although the palace is built on the mountain wall, there are some shrubs and small trees planted on each floor.Several ginkgo trees were planted on the stone platform in front of the main hall, and the small fan-shaped green leaves shook a few times from time to time.

I put two simple rings made of bent wire on two ginkgo trees, and the field in the middle was used as a court. Although it was a bit small, it was barely usable.I took a few steps back and looked, and suddenly remembered the small courtyard where I temporarily lived in the palace of King Beichuan when I first came to this world.There is a tall and dense ginkgo tree in the yard. At that time, I also hung a basket on the tree to teach the little emperor how to play basketball.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye, why do I feel like a lifetime has passed...

Du Ruo handed me the "basketball" that Qiao Zuosi had made.I patted it a few times to find the handle, then I took off the cumbersome long-sleeved shirt and threw it aside, tucked the hem of the straight train between my belt, and dribbled the ball to the basket a few times.It's been a long time since I played, it's a little rusty, but luckily I haven't completely forgotten it.

I have to let the little emperor regain the feeling of being in the Beichuan palace... Although it is a bit difficult...

But I know it's unreliable to wait for the little emperor to come to play with me, maybe the seat of Xiu Yuan has already been given to Comrade Xiang Li.I have to change my strategy, change from passive to active, curve to save the country...

So I went to Xiangli with the basketball in my arms.Anyway, the little emperor is now treating Xiang Li as his sweetheart. If I appear in the Yuheng Pavilion, he will definitely know, and then he will notice me.

After several visits, Xiang Li has let go of most of his wariness towards me, thinking that I am a kind person.As soon as I heard that I was coming, I ran out to greet him personally.He never followed the trend of wearing long-sleeved shirts, and always wore simple long shirts, and his hair was tied up with a simple headband.The whole person is like a ray of clear spring flowing through the Zihuan Garden, which has been somewhat muddy from the incense.

He saw something in my hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Basketball, it's something that everyone in our hometown loves to play."

"Basketball?" he repeated to me in confusion.

I told him the rules of playing basketball, and he was very excited.But when I really started to teach him, I found that this person's motor nerves are really bad. I taught him how to shoot the ball for two hours... It seems that this kid is a scholar-type person who can't lift his shoulders or lift his hands. I'm afraid chickens can fly playing basketball...

Later he gave up, saying that he really couldn't play these things well.So we both went into the house.Although it was only the beginning of spring, both of us were sweating profusely after a lot of hard work.I thought it was nothing, but he couldn't stand it. He wanted to take a bath first, so I sat and drank tea in his room.

There were a few sheets of paper with handwriting on his desk case, I was curious so I leaned over to have a look.The handwriting is clear and beautiful, very similar to his person.It seemed to be a long poem, and there were many strange words in it that I didn't know how to pronounce.I read a few lines and didn't understand what I was talking about, only some words of sadness and hatred.

Literary youth... It really hurts...

I couldn't understand the poems, so I started to fiddle with his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.That inkstone looks very interesting, it looks like a panda taking a bath, but the workmanship is relatively rough and ordinary, I looked at it for a while, and I always felt that there was something wrong with this inkstone.

So I picked up the inkstone and looked left and right, and suddenly I saw a line of words engraved on the bottom of the inkstone: Yuxuan presented Xiangli in the year of Dingyou.

My heart skipped a beat.

Was this inkstone originally a gift?There are so many inkstones in the palace that are more exquisite and lovely than this one, but he just keeps this one, and it looks a bit old, it seems that it has been used for many years.

This gift must be very important to him, right?

Who is this Yuxuan?

There was a sudden noise outside the door, probably because Xiang Li came back from the shower.I quickly put the inkstone back to its original place and sat back at the table, pretending to be drinking tea.

"Brother Yang has been waiting for a long time." His hair was not completely dry, and it fell on his temples like ink.

I waved my hand and smiled at him, "It's okay, I just have a rest."

The palace servant served him tea, and he sat down beside me.I looked at him, but I started to make up all kinds of stories in my mind...

Could it be... he had an extramarital affair?

Just take a look...

I said, "I just read your poem, why do you feel sad? Your Majesty likes you so much, others are envious of you."

He was taken aback for a moment, then slowly put down the teacup, with a look of sadness on his brows.

When I saw something interesting, I hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Did someone bully you?"

"That's not true. Your Majesty treats me very well. My life is quite clean."

Wow, he can really live a clean life in this palace.It seems that the little emperor's protection is quite strict.

"why?"

"Your Majesty has been so kind to me..." He said with a faint wry smile, "He is also a very kind person, exceeding my expectations."

But I couldn't figure it out, "Is it okay to treat you well? Don't you have to let others abuse you to be happy?" That taste is too strong...

He hesitated to speak, raised his eyes to look at me, deep in his brown pupils were hiding a thousand words, "I'm not afraid of him being nice to me, I'm afraid of myself..."