I'm determined to be the dark moonlight

At night, Wei Ying's ears were filled with Gong Dou Ji's frantic ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba bu ji ji hui was exasperated, while the emperor's bedroom was filled with laughter.

Eunuch Fushou nodded in relief when he heard the emperor's joyous laughter.

Ever since the empress entered the palace, she has always been able to bring happiness to His Majesty, which is great.

Although the laughter began to change gradually, mixed with panting, groaning, and begging for mercy, it was not a big problem.

Fu Shou clasped his hands together, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The guard next to him looked inside, and said doubtfully, "Eunuch, I seem to hear His Majesty's voice, is it all right?"

Eunuch Fushou raised his orchid finger, "You don't understand that, do you?" He said with relief, "Your Majesty has grown up this night."

This night, Yun Shao grew up.

She listened to the cross talk all night, and when she woke up the next day, she was in a trance of prosperity.

At dawn the next day, Yun Shao opened his eyes, and the person next to him was still asleep.

She pressed close to Weiying, stared at the girl's peaceful sleeping face, couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, wanted to chirp a little, but was afraid of her abrupt beauty, after a long while, she finally mustered up the courage to lean forward, "Chirp~"

Did not chirp.

Weiying woke up suddenly, and held down the emperor who was waiting to let go, lazily said: "Morning, Your Majesty."

Yun Shao smiled and greeted: "Morning Yingying, Yingying Chirp!"

Wei Ying: "Stop chirping, Your Majesty should read the excerpts first."

It was only then that Yun Shao remembered that there was a pile of booklets on the table like a hill, and got out of bed reluctantly with a cold face.She picked up the vermilion pen and immersed herself in reviewing the memorial, like a poor student who was "forced" to get up early in the morning to catch up with homework.

Zhong took an excerpt about the drought in the north.

The emperor picked up the booklet and couldn't help frowning. Every autumn and winter, there were often droughts. As usual, the government offices at all levels distributed the stored grain for disaster relief. After so many years, it has become a set of efficient and proficient procedures.

But some time ago, she received a report from a county official, saying that the officials and merchants in Changping County, Hanzhou, had colluded with the government. Secondary food.

The government suppressed this matter and did not allow the subordinates to pursue it with the grain merchants.

I won't say how many of them were involved, but in short, the people in the disaster can only drink a bowl of gruel that is almost as thin as water every day.

Yun Shao sighed and put down the notebook. She had already sent people to the disaster-stricken area Xingye. Now that the county official's report was true, the reality was even worse.

However, on the paper that was delivered, it was written that the drought was over and the people were safe.

She was so angry that she bit the pen holder, and wrote on the memorial: "You are a bastard! You are a bastard! Why don't you raise your head and come to see me?"

Before leaving, the husband once told her that when dealing with the Gong family, one should proceed slowly and not rush.Over the years, Yun Shao has somewhat understood the meaning of the gentleman. One is that the palace party has a high position and power, and if it is too oppressive, it will kill them and bring disaster to the country and the people.

The second is that these low-end officials have colluded with the palace party, and they have formed an inseparable and solid group, concealing each other and jointly deceiving the upper and lower.

Over the years, she has cut off the wings of the palace party step by step, but there are so many accomplices of the common people.If the government is to be cleared up, the Spring Festival next spring must be held smoothly. Only when new and young blood is injected into the decadent officialdom, can this decadent and dead dynasty be rejuvenated. possible.

She doesn't need to, watching the person she likes fall in front of her eyes.

Yun Shao held the vermilion pen tightly, frowned slightly, and there was a thin light in her eyes, recalling that day six years ago.

She ran out of the fire, narrowly escaped death, and rushed to the small courtyard on the outskirts of Shengjing overnight, wanting to leave with her husband, wherever she wanted.

On that day, she finally got her wish and held her husband's hand. The air was filled with the aroma of sugar-fried chestnuts when they first met. The husband gently rubbed her head, and his smile was as gentle as usual.

Everything is fine, as good as a dream.

She thought that from now on, she would be able to monopolize her husband.

It's hers alone, hers alone... sir.

The person holding the pen slowly clenched it, blue and purple blood vessels could be seen on his pale back, the tip of the pen trembled slightly due to the force, leaving spots of bright red like blood stains on the bright yellow silk paper.

Just like that day, the little red under the vine trellis.

The nightmare of her life.

A pair of them suddenly fell on her shoulders, and a familiar voice came from behind: "Your Majesty, why are you in a daze?"

Yun Shao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes, there was already a smile on her face.She turned her head and smiled at Weiying: "I'm thinking about some political affairs. The drought in Hanzhou is severe, and the people are suffering; Beijue is also ready to make a move, and it seems that he will commit crimes; the matter of Chunwei has not yet been settled, and the new deal has been blocked..."

However, the moment I saw Yingying, all worries were wiped away.

Yun Shao smiled softly, "Is Yingying hungry? What do you want to eat, sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Weiying swayed, sitting beside the emperor, looking down at the memorial on the table.Just now she saw the emperor was behaving strangely, so she turned over and got out of bed. She was only wearing the clothes on her body, and the snow-white jacket wrapped the girl's slender and exquisite lines.

Yun Shao was fascinated, and couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Shu Liu—"

Weiying: ...

Yunshao's cheeks were pink, and she smiled softly, tugging on Weiying's collar, and slowly moved her finger in, "Yingying, the spring night is bitter and the day is high, why don't you be happy?" Unexpectedly, still smiling, she picked up another brush that was not dipped in ink on the pen holder, and said softly: "I read an idiom in the book, and I have never understood its meaning. Would Yingying give me some pointers?"

Weiying stared round her eyes vigilantly, "What language?"

Yun Shao said: "A wonderful pen makes a flower."

Wei Ying frowned lightly, not knowing what was going on in her mind.

Yun Shao raised her eyebrows in surprise, and asked in surprise: "So Yingying doesn't understand either? Then Yingying lies down, let me teach Yingying."

Weiying suddenly remembered something, and grabbed her wrist for the first time: "Your Majesty, what book is that book you are talking about?"

Yun Shao innocently blinked her big eyes.

Weiying finally remembered a book she had read, The Origin of Evil, in which not only were there wonderful pens and flowers, but also floating flowers and pistils,

Writing and verbal criticism, riding a dragon and playing a phoenix, and flowers.

It is also the "Lost Love Record" lost in the emperor's study.

She looked at the emperor and thought, good guy, not only took away my scriptures, but also prevaricated me with a Buddhist scripture, and did a lot of research in secret.

Yun Shao picked up the dry brush, and with the soft rabbit hair, gently brushed on Weiying's back twice.Weiying only felt an itchy back, she retracted like an electric shock, rubbed her face twice, and when she woke up, she mercilessly snatched the brush from the emperor's pocket.

Yun Shao consciously sat on the table, and the sunlight swept behind her, coating her with a layer of light gold.

She tilted her head and said with a smile, "Yingying, come and do something happy."

Weiying put the brush back into the pen holder, turned around and walked away, halfway there, she felt as if she was running away, so she turned around again, picked up the brush dipped in ink on the table, and put it on the emperor's mouth. Draw a beard on one side.

Your majesty!

Yun Shao asked her to draw obediently, and after Wei Ying put down the pen, she grabbed Wei Ying's sleeve, "Ying Ying, stay and have breakfast with me, okay?"

Wei Ying had no reason to refuse.

The maids and eunuchs who came in to serve all lowered their heads, for fear of being beheaded by the emperor who grew up with two cat whiskers overnight.

But Yunshao was in a very good mood, with a happy face, and personally picked food for Weiying: "Yingying was tired yesterday, eat more."

Fushou: yooooooooo!

The old father is just around the corner.

His Majesty has finally grown up!

He hurriedly asked the accompanying imperial chef to make a few dishes, make, make big bowls!

Weiying sucked a piece of noodles, thought of something, and asked, "Why doesn't Your Majesty like to hold me by the sleeves?"

Yun Shao was stunned for a moment, his eyes were covered with a layer of clear light, and he stared at her blankly.

Weiying blinked and blinked: "Could it be that your Majesty has not been close to me...and your husband since I was a child, and didn't even dare to hold him?"

Yun Shao's face turned pale, and he retorted loudly: "Of course it's not, but it's not like this. I have a very good relationship with my husband. She likes me the most. She gave me a handful of fried chestnuts when we first met. I watch the lantern show, "touch" my head, and often hit me."

Weiying: "Hit you often? Is this considered liking?"

Yun Shao bit her lower lip, "But I like it. Anyway, we used to be very close and often held hands," she sighed regretfully, with a lonely expression on her face: "It's just that Yingying forgot all about it. "

But she started driving again immediately, and said with a joyful smile: "But the days ahead will be long, and in the future, I will let Yingying slowly remember our past."

Weiying looked at her for a while, didn't say anything, and lowered her head to suck the noodles again.

Yun Shao didn't come to "Show" anymore, she just bowed her head and ate obediently, only Fu Shou was happily jumping around, running in in small steps every few minutes and asking them if they were hungry, if they wanted more food, if they wanted a dish For pastries, do you want a bowl of wontons?

Even Yun Shao, who has always been tolerant to him, was so annoyed that he said, "We don't want anything, you should step back and don't come in."

Fushou glanced at them, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, "Alright Your Majesty, please obey Your Majesty, call your servant if you need anything, and the servant will guard you outside~"

Yun Shao: "...Don't keep guard, I decree that you go back to sleep!"

Weiying: "Eunuch Fushou treats you very well."

It can be seen that in addition to loyalty, there is a layer of intimacy.

Yun Shao lowered his eyes and said softly: "He has always served me, watched me grow up, and got close to me."

Weiying wanted to say a few more words, but Fushou, who had already walked out, came in with small steps.Yun Shao heard the voice, frowned helplessly, and looked over: "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, I don't want more food!"

Fu Shou put it anxiously: "No, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I just heard the news that Xiao Jieyu is seriously ill!"

Weiying suddenly stood up, "What?"

Fushou: "It's stomach cramps. I don't know the reason. The few imperial physicians who accompanied me couldn't find any symptoms. The imperial concubine and empress have already taken Jieyu away from here, and hurriedly sent her to a nearby town to seek medical treatment."

Stomach cramping, near town?

Weiying remembered that Xiao Qianxue had a miscarriage at about this time in the original plot, but the problem is that there is nothing in her stomach now, what did she miscarry?Be lonely?

The power of the plot doesn't have to be so hard.

She took out the orange card she had drawn again, looked down, and told Fushou Beima to stride outside.

The emperor also put down his bowl and chopsticks, and hurriedly followed behind.

Fushou ran in small steps: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the ink on your mouth!"