There is no one around Tai Chi Palace.
In front of Zhang Wanyao, Yan Xiu calmly took out a mutton-fat jade porcelain bottle from the desk drawer, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle, and drank the potion inside.
"You dare to give me medicine, Prime Minister Zhang will really teach you a good granddaughter!"
Yan Xiu knew there was something wrong with tonight's dishes.
He actually waited until he had the effects of the drug before taking the antidote. How could this level of self-control be compared to that of ordinary men?
Zhang Wanyao's beauty turned pale, and she immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, please forgive me! I was confused for a moment and believed the Queen Mother's plan, so I had no choice but to recommend myself to the pillow!"
There was deathly silence in the main hall.
The young king stood lightly leaning on the edge of the table. The redness on his face and the fire in his eyes gradually dissipated, leaving only a cold and solemn face without a trace of warmth.
Since he passed the age of crown, ministers headed by Prime Minister Zhang have sent many letters to persuade him to open up the harem and spread the rain. As he grows older, such memorials only increase.
He has never been an emperor who is willing to indulge in women, and besides, he has Zhu Scarlett alone. She is the only woman who asks for his love and affection in every way. Although she has difficulty conceiving children and her status is embarrassing, he is willing to wait.
It's time to find a way to silence the crowd.
As for Zhu Sijia, there are plenty of opportunities to explain to her, so there is no rush for this moment.
After a long time, Yan Xiu said: "If you dare to plot against me in Tai Chi Palace, do you know what kind of punishment you will face?"
His voice was colder than his face.
Zhang Wanyao's neck felt cold, and tears rolled down uncontrollably: "I am so obsessed with this, I hope your majesty will spare me for once! I really know that I was wrong!"
Yan Xiu tugged on his collar, without any nostalgia, turned around and walked into the dormitory: "I won't do this next time. From now on, I will kneel down until I go to court in the morning before leaving the Tai Chi Palace."
"Prime Minister Zhang is already old. If you dare to publicize this matter, I will ask your grandfather to retire and return to his hometown."
It was a big mistake tonight. Yan Xiu didn't send her to the cold palace. Zhang Wanyao burst into tears of gratitude. When she looked up again, she only caught a glimpse of the king's clothes floating in the air.
It's not yet midnight, so she has to kneel until Yan Xiu's morning meeting tomorrow...
The next day, Zhang Wanyao was awakened by Yan Xiu's movements during his morning court session.
To her surprise, Yan Xiu actually ordered Aunt Duan and others to carry a basin into the house and serve her in a dignified manner, as if she was really going to bed.
Zhang Wanyao had just killed Aunt Duan's nephew. When he saw her, he was so nervous that he couldn't speak.
Aunt Duan kindly handed her a cup of hot tea: "Last night, the beauty went to bed for the first time. Thank you for your hard work."
Zhang Wanyao took the cup of tea with surprise on her face.
Earth Dragon had been burning all night, and her throat had already been dry and painful.
She thought carefully about what Yan Xiu had said to her last night, and no matter how stupid she was, she understood the meaning of Yan Xiu's words that should not be publicized.
Her precious body knelt all night, her knees almost died. She was so miserable that she almost couldn't walk out of the Tai Chi Palace. However, Xue Lian called the chariot from Wuyang Palace to come over to pick her up.
Also coming with Xuelian were Yang Mixue and Fang Xinyue, who often followed Zhang Wanyao.
"Congratulations to the beauty, congratulations to the beauty, you finally got what you wanted!" Xue Lian congratulated her from the bottom of her heart, completely unaware of her experience last night, "The beauty is the second one to sleep with you after the one from Changle Palace! How many people should be jealous of you? "
Yang Bixue even helped her get into the chariot: "I have already said that my sister's beauty is no worse than that one's. I didn't expect that His Majesty would let you sleep with me so soon. I'm afraid some people will have to stay in vain if you are so favored. It’s been a long night, let’s go to Changle Palace another day to see the jokes.”
Fang Xinyue's family background is the worst among the newcomers to the palace, and her status is also the lowest. Although she fawns over Zhang Wanyao, she does not dare to match up with the Zhang Wanyao sisters like Yang Bixue.
She followed suit and flattered her: "The one in Changle Palace is not as lucky as the beauty! Don't forget that she is infertile. In time, when the beauty gives birth to her eldest son and ascends to the throne, you will not have the final say on this harem. ?”
A series of lavish praises made Zhang Wanyao float to the sky, not knowing how high the sky was.
Yes, there were only her and His Majesty in the Tai Chi Palace last night, and no one knew what happened.
Others, based on her miserable condition of being unable to walk today, naturally thought that it was caused by sleeping in bed.
The troubles caused by the bad things in recent days were all forgotten by the vanity of this moment of satisfaction.
Yang Bixue even asked her boldly with hope: "How is your majesty doing?"
What she was asking about, of course, was about the sexual intercourse between men and women.
How should Zhang Wanyao answer this? How does she know whether His Majesty is okay or not?
Firstly, she was worried that if she lied at this time, Yang Bixue and others would find out about her in the future and make fun of her privately; secondly, she was afraid that she would be too reserved and offend Yan Xiu's face. Offend him.
After thinking about it, Zhang Wanyao answered ambiguously: "What? Changshi Yang is so eager to go to bed? How is your majesty? Look at me, can't you tell?"
Look at her? Your Majesty is a nine-foot-tall man who is naturally outstanding in all aspects.
Yang Mixue and Fang Xinyue's faces were instantly redder than overripe shrimp.
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The news about Zhang Wanyao's "sleeping" had not reached Changle Palace yet, and Zhu Sijia was only worried about the charcoal fire.
Zhu Ya returned empty-handed, looking sad:
"Jieyu, all the charcoal in Xijing City has been bought up. New ones from major shops are still on the way, but they have all been reserved. There really isn't any left for us."
Zhu Sijia: “Did the store say who bought it?”
Zhu Ya: "No, I asked them again and again and they were all tight-lipped. Their responses seemed to be that the same person wanted the goods. One of the shopkeepers was annoyed by my questions and gave me a perfunctory answer, saying that he was a noble man I couldn't afford to offend. Ordered."
Young Master... Young Master...
I wish Scarlett was struck by lightning.
Could it be that Yan Xing was also reborn?
The panic that filled the sky came back instantly. Zhu Sijia's limbs were so weak that she almost couldn't sit still and fell from the chair.
From the time she was reborn until now, she had never heard of the news that he was going to Prince Yan's Mansion to propose marriage. She even heard that Zhu Siyi had broken off with him on the night of her eighteenth birthday.
Combined with all the strange things about Qiu Xun before, I wish Scarlett realized later that Yan Xing would no longer be the Yan Xing he was in his previous life.
She had been carefully planning for so long, and Yan Xing could easily ruin all her efforts by just setting up a random game.
But fortunately, she was in the palace and completely escaped Yan Xing's control. For a while, he couldn't reach out.
The top priority is to prepare charcoal to save the people.
Zhu Sijia forced a calm analysis: "I'm afraid there is a more important task for you. You have to go far away to buy charcoal from the Miao people."
"The Miao border borders Shu, and it only takes half a month to go from Xijing to Shu. In the Qin, Zhou, and Qi kingdoms, winter charcoal fires have always been produced and sold internally. The Miao people cannot make money on this trade route, so they have not used it for many years. Export charcoal to the three countries in the Central Plains."
"But right now, we are in urgent need of charcoal."
