Next, cold boss

The Crown Princess is still recovering from her illness, but it is rumored that his kindness has not diminished, and he recommended Guan Chu, who has no official work experience, to enter the East Palace, and the Crown Prince also agreed with great face.

Guan Chu became the ritual instrument of the East Palace, so naturally he often went in and out of the East Palace.Due to the many chores, he often has to work overtime.Knowing that it would be inconvenient for him to go home too late after working overtime sometimes, the prince specially ordered someone to set up a separate guest room in the East Palace for him to rest.

Those who work in the Eastern Palace have more or less heard of the scandal between Guan Chu and Yi Xianjun, and the Crown Princess and Prince's special treatment of Guan Chu is also noticed by everyone.Therefore, everyone treats Guan Chu with the attitude of a high-level relational household.The crown prince made a special confession to meet Guan Chu's needs as much as possible, and everyone didn't take it as bullshit, and they carried it out very seriously.

Guan Chu's treatment was so high that when he was resting in the guest room of the East Palace, he was accompanied by a little secretary.

The guest room is divided into two areas by an old teak screen partition, one is the office area and the other is the rest area.On the other side of the rest area is a finely crafted chaise longue.Guan Chu was lying on it, resting.

The accompanying little secretary, holding a bouquet of roses, pushed the door in. Although he acted carefully and lightly, he still disturbed Guan Chu, who was in a light sleep.

Guan Chu was half awake, and seemed to be muttering something in a daze.

The little secretary probed and asked, "What did Mr. Guan just say?"

"I didn't say anything." Guan Chu stood up.

"I seem to hear Mr. Guan saying 'Xian' and 'Jun'." The little secretary said, "Are you calling someone's name?"

Guan Chu said: "No."

"Isn't it?"

"It's just reading poetry." Guan Chu looked at a pair of big characters hanging on the wall: only dreaming of idlers, not of kings.

The little secretary stood outside the screen holding the rose, not daring to go over it, but couldn't hold back her curiosity, so she poked her head around.But Guan Chu took off a peacock blue woolen coat from the hanger on the screen and put it on, and pressed the snap buttons on the neckline, and there was a crisp "pop" sound under his fingers.He also seemed to be completely awake after that, and his eyes glanced at the little secretary keenly.The little secretary lowered her head abruptly, and sent the roses blooming on her chest forward, and said, "This is the bouquet of roses you want, do you want to put them in a bottle?"

"This is wrong." Guan Chu said.

"No?" The little secretary was surprised and flustered, "It happens to be five red roses and five white roses, arranged on both sides."

"Your red rose is a Corolla rose, which is more gaudy." Guan Chu took out the picture on his mobile phone and swiped it in front of the little secretary. "I want a legendary rose."

The little secretary was a little confused: "Is there any difference?"

Guan Chu said: "The petals of the legendary rose are relatively thick and have a velvet texture."

The little secretary compared them carefully, and indeed found the difference. The Corolla rose is a relatively common red rose, with large bright red flowers, bright and eye-catching, but it is also easy to be gaudy.The red color of the legendary rose is darker, and the petals are covered with fine fluff, which makes it have a unique retro velvet texture, gorgeous but not vulgar, noble and elegant.

Guan Chu took back his mobile phone, went back to the desk, pulled out the chair, and said, "The white rose you bought is the snow mountain rose with the largest shipment volume on the market. What I want is the North Star."

The little secretary was very ashamed, so she had to say: "I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly, I thought all roses were the same, except for the color..."

Guan Chu looked at his subordinate's ashamed face, and said in a gentler tone: "It's okay." After a second pause, Guan Chu said again: "I thought they were all the same at first."

At first, Guan Chu believed that all roses are the same, just like the little secretary.

After watching for a long time, I realized that this is not the case.

After he left Jiujiuchang Street, he remembered the wisdom teeth that awakened his desire for blood red.

The huge vase was smashed down, and half of the red and half white roses were broken.

Burst out from the muzzle, a red and a white rose.

He tried to buy from a flower shop, only to find that each rose has its own posture.Only then did he start to spend his time looking for which flower the wisdom teeth had chosen for him.

Guan Chu sat on a chair and said to the secretary: "I have a familiar merchant for buying flowers. This is the contact information of his boss." Guan Chu took out a yellowed business card and handed it to the secretary: "He will He knows what kind and quality of flowers I need. I plan to buy from him in bulk to decorate Yi Xianjun's funeral."

The little secretary frowned, as if a bit embarrassed, and said: "But...the imperial palace has a designated floral imperial merchant. The merchant you mentioned is not a registered imperial merchant, and we cannot use his products in the imperial palace."

Guan Chu thought for a while, and said: "Yi Xianjun's funeral will not be held in the palace, and he is not a member of the royal family, so it shouldn't matter. Let me tell you about the crown prince, you go and do it first."

The little secretary nodded, wrote down the errand, and then said: "The master who calculates the auspicious time and designs Fengshui is here, do you want to meet?"

To be honest, Guan Chu has always sneered at this kind of superstitious behavior.But the princess said that calculating the time and Fengshui are the traditions of the Yi family, and the royal family also believes in this. Besides, performing ceremonies can also create jobs and stimulate domestic demand, so why not do it.

Guan Chu didn't have such a big opinion, so he complied, and asked the Feng Shui master who had cooperated with the royal family for many years to give advice.

The old master went into the room and expressed his opinions to Guan Chu in a friendly manner.The little secretary was typing on the computer next to him, recording the master's opinions on the funeral arrangement.

After Guan Chu heard it, he didn't express his opinion.He thinks that there is no need to spend more time arguing with others.Anyway, he listened to the layout suggestion of the master, and he had the final say on whether to implement it or not.

After going through the layout process, the master held the hexagram plate again and looked at Guan Chu hesitating to speak. The embarrassing look made Guan Chu have to take the initiative to say to him: "The bathroom is over there."

The master was stunned, and said for a while, "I...I don't want to shit."

"Really?" Guan Chu paused, "I see that you look constipated, and there is a little misunderstanding, don't blame me."

The master coughed and said, "Just one sentence, I wonder if I should say it or not."

Although Guan Chu thought it was "inappropriate to say it", he still said politely: "Master, please tell me." After finishing speaking, Guan Chu thought again, "This old magician will not want to say that my seal is black."

"Then I told you, don't be surprised. Mr. Guan looked at Yintang's blackness, his eyes were dull, his brows were locked, and his eyes were blue. At first glance, it was..." The old master cleared his throat, full of suspense , Fang said, "Lack of sleep."

Guan Chu only said: "The master is indeed a master, he is really accurate."

The little secretary also echoed: "Isn't that right! Mr. Guan doesn't take many vacations. We are always on 996. It is indeed lack of sleep. I don't know if there is any remedy for the master?"

"Hey, what does 996 have to do with lack of sleep? 996 for the imperial court is a matter of accumulating blessings and virtues, and it can bring blessings." The old master said.

The little secretary was shocked: "Master has great insight, no wonder the royal family relies on you so much."

The old master stroked his beard with a smile and said, "It's easy to talk about."

The little secretary said again: "Then why does Guan always lack sleep?"

The old master observed Guan Chu for a few moments and said, "It must be a nightmare, right?"

Guan Chu raised his eyebrows and said, "Dreams are dreams, but I don't quite remember the content. Maybe it's not necessarily true."

"I see, Mr. Guan has a stream of black air flying down from the top of Mr. Guan's head, invading Yintang, and a black air on his forehead. I'm afraid it's a sign of resentment haunted by ghosts. If there is no expert to resolve it, not only will he have nightmares, but he will even run into ghosts at night." .” The old master said.

"Nightwalking and bumping into ghosts?" Guan Chu said, "I accept your auspicious words."

The old master was startled when he heard the words: Grass, this man is fierce.

Yi Xianjun's funeral will be held in the suburbs.

It neither belonged to the Yi family nor to the royal family, it was just a piece of unowned land.Guan Chu bought it out of his own pocket, set up a shed, decorated it, and made it a simple and grand venue.

The venue is chosen in the vast wilderness, with clear springs and stones next to it, and bright moon and pines shining in the sky.We designed the welcoming arch and artificial sea of ​​flowers, those who didn't know it thought it was a wedding scene.

Guan Chu and his secretary drove to the scene, only to see a foreman hurried up to greet him.His face was sweating profusely, which was strange in this cool night.

The little secretary asked, "Brother Foreman, why are you sweating so much?"

The foreman stammered, "There are... there are ghosts..." There was panic in his eyes, his whole body was trembling, and every pore was screaming-my God.

The little secretary was taken aback when he heard this: "Ghost? What the hell?"

Guan Chu thought of the old master's comment, and felt strangely expectant: "What the hell?"

The foreman shivered and said, "The female ghost in red..."

Hearing that it was a "female", Guan Chuli was not interested: "Oh."

The little secretary opened her eyes wide, shook her head and said, "How can there be ghosts in this world?"

The foreman raised his palm to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead, and said anxiously, "There really is a ghost...not just me, many people have seen it."

Guan Chu asked nonchalantly, "Did they see what a ghost looks like?"

The foreman said: "Yes... I can't see it clearly, but from a distance, it is a red dress... Ah, that red should be the color of Tianxuan Dan... If you can wear such a color, you must not be a poor ghost, you must be Rich ghost."

Guan Chu was in a trance for a moment when he heard Tianxuan's red clothes.

The little secretary beside him asked, "Since you can't see clearly, how do you know it's a female ghost?"

"In red clothes," recalled the foreman, "and with long hair..."

Hearing this verse, a gust of cool evening wind happened to blow in, and the little secretary also shivered, looking a little scared at the pine forest not far away.

On the contrary, after hearing this description, Guan Chu became more interested in his eyes, and said, "Where are ghosts haunting? I'll go and see."

After hearing this, the little secretary pulled Guan Chu and said, "Mr. Guan, the master said not long ago that your seal has turned black and you are prone to running into ghosts. You still..."

Hearing this, the foreman also said to Guan Chu with great concern: "Master said so? Then Mr. Guan, don't believe in evil."

"I just believed in his evil, so I want to see it." Guan Chu paused, and said, "Where is it, tell me."

The foreman pointed to the pine forest and said, "It's there."

Guan Chu turned his head and said to the little secretary, "You stay here to see the progress of the construction, I'll go and have a look."

While trying to persuade him, the little secretary didn't dare to follow, she just said: "Why is Mr. Guan so brave? I only heard that ghosts insist on pestering people, how can anyone insist on bumping into ghosts?"

Guan Chu took the flashlight and walked into the pine forest.

It was night now, and the forest was pitch black, barely illuminated by the light from the flashlight.The evening wind blows, taking away the warmth from the skin, and bringing a breath of cool air to people.Among the shadows of pine leaves, there are waves of mist drifting away, like the white gauze of ghosts.

No matter who it is, it is easy to panic when walking here. Even if you don't run into a ghost, you may not be happy.

But Guan Chu walked here with a sense of expectation.

Suddenly there was a sound in the forest, like the sound of trees shaking and leaves falling, or a jackdaw flying by.

Guan Chu Xunsheng shone the flashlight there, only to see a red figure flash past, and then submerged in the shadow of the pine forest.He quickly followed up...

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An Ji is a member of the rebel party who is very good at disguise. He received a notice from his superiors to pretend to be Yi Xianjun to trap Guan Chu.

It is said that Guan Chu is a very difficult target, and several masters have been lost because of him before—although the boss used the title of "master" to wholesale in order to motivate everyone.

But for the sake of safety, this action is also more careful:

First of all, the rebel party bribed the master of the magic stick who was open to seeing money, and asked him to make psychological hints with Guan Chu, telling him that he would bump into ghosts.

In addition, the rebel party also arranged in advance to pretend to be ghosts in the pine forest, design haunted rumors, and deepen the psychological impression of ghosts.

Not only that, but they also released misty smoke in the pine forest, making it easier for Guan Chu to recognize the "ghost".

Considering that An Ji is good at disguising rather than arming, he was afraid that he would not be able to control the "A of O" Guan Chu, so he also ambushed several strong men in the pine forest.

It can be regarded as very comprehensive.

An Ji lured Guan Chu to the depths of the smoky forest, smiled brightly, and waved to him.Sure enough, he followed.

The strong light from Guan Chu's flashlight fell through the smoky fog and fell on his face, which resembled the beautiful face depicted by Yi Xianjun.

He is very confident in his craftsmanship, and when he looks in the mirror, he is full of pride, wishing to show off the face of "the most beautiful woman in the capital".

However, after Guan Chu saw himself clearly, his eyes suddenly changed.

Angie stretched out her hands, imitating the voice of wisdom teeth, and said, "Come with me... come..."

Guan Chu was suddenly furious: "Come to your mother!"

An Ji was startled, but before he could react, Guan Chu grabbed his head and slammed it against the pine next to him.

Guan Chu knew that swearing wouldn't help, and it was very rude to greet other people's mothers, after all, other mothers were also victims when they gave birth to such a thing.But Guan Chu was still full of annoyance, grabbing this despicable counterfeit to vent his anger and dissatisfaction.

Angie was dazzled and dizzy by the blow, so she had no time to think: Where are the companions who ambushed here in advance?Why doesn't it show up?

Guan Chu's skill is not a joke, An Ji is completely powerless to parry, and was knocked unconscious by Guan Chu after two hits.Seeing that the assassin was almost out of breath, Guan Chu let go of his hand and casually threw him on the ground: he knew it wasn't him at a glance.Probably another assassin sent by a rebel party.

The rebel party sent people to give away their heads one after another, making Guan Chu wonder if the rebel party was planning to lay off employees and didn't want to pay compensation, so he sent people directly to the capital to eat in prison.

Guan Chu shook his head, turned around, and returned disappointed.He didn't take two steps, but he seemed to kick something under his feet.He shrank his feet, frowned, and shone the flashlight at his feet——only a gauze-like smoke was still hanging over the grass, and a person in a red shirt lay horizontally in the mist.There was no trace of blood on the man's face, his eyes were closed, his lips were cyanotic, and his face was full of lifelessness. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was a corpse.

In theory, no matter who saw such a "corpse" on the night road, they would feel terrible, except for Guan Chu.