sir he is sweet

Kyoto is such a big place, and the news that Murong Sheng transferred the East Factory and sealed three households of small officials spread throughout the court overnight. The emperor swung all the folds to the ground.

"What's the matter? I promised Xiao Qi a gold medal, allowing him to investigate the case and mobilize anyone. Now it's only a few days, and you are telling me to go back on what I said?"

"Where is the power of the emperor?"

The officials and Dongchang have always been at odds with each other, and they also look down on those rootless people, but for Emperor Qian, only those without roots have no selfish intentions and can be used smoothly.

Old Yan is old now, and he rarely goes to court. Emperor Qian snorted coldly because of the headache from the quarrel, thinking that he will have to get Old Yan back soon, so as not to be able to stand up to himself.

Really annoying.

When the emperor was angry, it was really useful. Emperor Qian returned to the bedroom angrily, the anger on his face still lingering, "Those eunuchs are really full, I have to persuade them to do anything, and come here from time to time Grab the ground with your head, kneel down, and bump into the pillars outside the main hall, this world doesn't look like mine, it looks like theirs!"

Lady Wenzheng stepped forward, and submissively widened the outer robe for Emperor Qian, took off the heavy ornaments, and put on a soft and convenient dragon robe.

When Emperor Qian saw Wenzheng, he was soothed and relaxed a little, he pointed to Qi Zhao waiting in the hall, and said: "Put a bowl for sir."

Wen Zheng blessed himself, saluted shallowly, and said with a smile: "Yes."

This is the female official whom Emperor Qian favored very much recently and fell out with the Queen Mother because of it.

Qi Zhao had no choice but to cover his lips and coughed a few times, "Long live, I have caught a cold recently, and my throat feels uncomfortable, so I can't drink anything sweet."

Emperor Qian gave a "hmm" and didn't pay much attention to it, but suddenly remembered something, and swept over with a smile that was not a smile: "Don't tell me any more, I'm afraid I'll get sick, I'm in good health, at least better than yours Strong body."

He sat down, took Wenzheng's lotus seed soup, and slowly drank it, "Now I have put a lot of books for the second and third, and I have a lot of leisure every day. If you don't come to the palace to talk with me, I will I'm afraid it's going to be boring and long hair."

Hearing these words, Qi Zhao couldn't laugh or cry.

Long live them—

Really live more and more back.

The thought of asking for leave rested, and Qi Zhao had nothing to do, so he dragged Emperor Qian to read calligraphy and painting.

He is an expert in this field, and Emperor Qiansheng was also interested. He talked endlessly, and it was dark in the blink of an eye.

Even lunch is spent at Qiandi's place.

Emperor Qian rewarded him very much, and he also took care of his body, and ordered the medicinal food from the imperial dining room, which was specially for Qi Zhao to recuperate his body.

But Qi Zhao has always been weak in the stomach and intestines, and the medicine is strong and strong, and it's really bad for coughing after a meal, but it's easy... to have stomach problems.

When he left the palace, his face was pale.

Before the carriage moved, it was grabbed by a hand, and a familiar greeting came from outside, and soon, Lu Xinghe leaned in with the medicine box in his hand.

"Take me in for one night! I was kicked out by my wife again."

The visitor was dressed in a blue cloth, and he had just left the palace after his errands. He was a little downcast when he saw Qi Zhao raising his eyebrows, as if he was about to refuse, and he begged again and again: "Don't drive me away, I was there yesterday. Already stayed overnight at the inn."

Qi Zhao stroked his forehead, and began to have some difficulty sitting upright, his stomach was rumbling violently, making slight bowel sounds.