Kunlun Mountains, Kunxu Mountain, and the quiet Zhaojian Temple.
The Fuxian Sea, gently caressed by the night breeze, is very gentle. The waves climb up to the shore and then fall back, like a shy woman who refuses to welcome you.
Kiss her, but she refuses and wants to push you away. When you want to leave, she holds your hand and is unwilling to let go.
"Last night, the Huancai Pavilion in Tianshuijingfang, Dongshi, was burned down. The newly opened Cishu Xianfang also collapsed, and all its shops were reduced to ashes."
His voice was soft and calm, with no trace of anger or sighing. He was as calm as a "newspaper reader" in the market.
Trivial matters and major events are all unfolded in a calm tone.
"Isn't Huancai Pavilion a brothel? Cishu Xianfang, it sounds like it is too. Just burn it down."
Rong Baobao raised his hand, revealing the soft and tender skin on his waist.
The eyes seem to be open and closed, and the lazy style is infinitely enchanting. On the plump cheeks that look like a girl's baby, there is a kind of innocence that is not familiar with the world.
The empress's gentle and mature temperament as a wife was not tainted with her.
"Huancai Pavilion, Cishu Immortal Square, and the surrounding shops all belong to Rong Qingshu - speaking of which, he is also your cousin."
The Queen Mother's voice remained the same, but she just changed her sitting position.
The plump legs are squeezed together, and the thin long skirt cannot cover up the charm of mature beauty. There is the majesty of the imperial queen mother in her brows, and she is looking at Baby Rong calmly.
It's not surprising that the queen actually knew that a place like Huancai Pavilion was a brothel.
"Not familiar."
Rong Baobao was just thinking about something, and he wasn't interested at all in what caused the brothel to catch fire and his unlucky cousin.
"The crime of arson in the capital will be increased by one degree. If the fire spreads to civilian residences, the crime will be increased by three degrees."
"These people obviously don't know how to set fires. Shou'an and I... Qin Shou'an and Fang Zhimei and I set fire to a monk's temple when we were children. He spread wet sand on the location where the fire might not be controlled. It didn’t burn anyone else’s house.”
When talking about the sabotage he did when he was a child, Rong Baobao was no longer sleepy and showed off proudly.
The Queen Mother snorted coldly, "That's a coincidence. Wet sand was laid around Huancai Pavilion this time to isolate the fire."
"It's definitely not Qin Shouan's fault." Rong Baobao was startled and quickly helped his friend. She was a very loyal person.
"Did you say he did it? The soldiers and submarine soldiers would be so defensive."
The Queen Mother frowned slightly, "Why did you burn down the monk's temple when you were children?"
"There are adulterous monks there. They trick women into going to the temple to beg for children. In fact, they commit adultery while the women stay in the wing at night."
Rong Baobao sat up straight, raised his head, and said with high energy, "We Fo Bole are to eliminate harm for the people!"
The wrinkles between the Queen Mother's brows relaxed, and she felt that Baby Rong might not grow big in another twenty years.
Can she be expected to suppress the ministers and support the young emperor in the future?
I'm afraid the Queen Mother will have to continue to work hard for many more years to make this world stable and prosperous.
Sigh... Even the Queen Mother, who was unusually energetic and only slept for two hours a day, felt tired and exhausted when she saw Baby Rong.
Although she had no hope for Baby Rong, the Queen Mother still paid attention to admonishing and teaching her at all times:
"Do you think those women don't know? Do you think those women's husbands don't know? It's just what you want. If it wasn't forced, what would you do?"
Rong Baobao was stunned for a moment, having never thought of this possibility.
She did remember that Qin Shou'an was willing to burn the temple with them at that time. It seemed that the abbot was unkind and oppressed the neighbors because of his wealth.
Things like begging for a child were just mixed in with a monk-related story and told to them.
Speaking of begging for a child, the Queen Mother's eyes narrowed slightly, "How is your practice of Guanyin Shaking?"
Baby Rong finally stopped lying down. He stood up straight and then squatted down half-crouched. He put his hands on his thighs, raised his waist, sat down and then raised it again. After doing several actions in a row, he twisted his waist.
It is one of the movements shown in Tang Wanrong's picture book with various physical exercises. Hei Ji can do a hundred in a row, claiming to be able to perform nine or eighty-one in a row, which even gods can't stop. .
"What's the use of this?" Baobao Rong gasped and hummed a few times, then stopped.
The Queen Mother moved her long hair to cover her neck and earlobes, which are prone to redness and heat, and said with a straight face:
"Didn't I tell you that men are usually physically strong, but when it comes to impregnating a woman, her yang is leaked and she is prone to physical weakness and exhaustion. At this time, you need more assistance to increase the chance of pregnancy."
"How is it possible? Some men are just like cows!"
For example, a golden nanmu door like that of a certain prince's palace can be broken down with one punch, and the two doors fly out and smash into pieces, just like an immortal king descending to earth.
How could he be so exhausted?
The Queen Mother obviously lives deep in the palace and is not as well-informed as Rong Baobao.
"Bai Ji also told me the story of flower pickers in the Jianghu. There was a flower picker who visited half of the women's boudoirs in the city in one night."
When Baby Rong heard this story, he was a little scared and didn't dare to leave the palace for a while.
"You listen to her!" The Queen Mother pressed her rising and falling chest. She has an elegant and noble aura as she respects all people in the world:
"The drama books that Bai Ji read are all banned books that have not been approved by the Compilation Department of the Hanlin Academy. They are in an unsightly mess."
"What she told was a story she heard when she and Hei Ji were walking around the world. It's not a drama." Rong Baobao still believed in Hei Ji and Bai Ji.
Because like him, they were all suppressed by the Queen Mother and could not fully display their talents, so they naturally felt sympathetic.
"They travel in the world? Do you believe it or not that I let them go in the world? Thirty miles away from Longyin City, they might have been defrauded of money and sex."
Because of her special physique, the Queen Mother did not like men getting close to her, so she naturally wanted to cultivate more female officials who were worthy of her trust.
Hei Ji and Bai Ji seemed to have been improperly selected... Fortunately, they were sent to Tang Wanrong, so they could be put to good use.
Rong Baobao didn't take it seriously. He didn't bring Hei Ji and Bai Ji as escorts this time, just because there were four senior sisters in Jijizhao Jian'an. They were the senior sisters of Hei Ji and Bai Ji, and they were still stronger.
"Think about it for yourself, that flower-picking thief who occupied half the city that night, is he a mosquito? Everyone will run away after being nailed. He would have to be exhausted even if he flew half the city."
The Queen Mother looked at Rong Baobao's disapproving expression and knew that it was useless to reason with her.
Snapped--
After patting the scrolls on several cases, the Queen Mother said calmly:
"There is news from the palace that after the morning meeting, His Majesty decided to let Miss Shengjun go to see the Crown Prince. Maybe tonight Miss Shengjun will have dark knots, so you don't need to practice the Guanyin wave."
"Why is this like this! Queen mother, did you do it on purpose? You brought me out just to give that girl Shengjun such a chance?"
Rong Baobao was so angry that the rope in his chest pocket was broken, and he hurriedly pulled up the skirt of his clothes.
Seeing her furious look, the Queen Mother felt relieved and her thoughts became clearer:
"We'll drive back to the palace later in the evening and sleep in the car, just in time for the court meeting tomorrow morning. Or maybe you can sleep in before setting off tomorrow morning?"
"Get up and drive back to the palace immediately." Rong Baobao said quickly.
She and Miss Shengjun are the same person in front of brother Shou'an, so Rong Baobao is not trying to compete for favor.
The key is that if Miss Shengjun becomes pregnant, Baby Rong will have to dress up as the emperor again.
Getting up before dawn every day, going to court and listening to a group of noisy ministers discussing politics... All kinds of rules and government affairs are things that can make Bao Rong's life worse than death.
The Empress Dowager looked at Rong Baobao who finally looked somewhat well-behaved, summoned the female officer on duty, and sent a beacon message to Longyin City.
How could trivial matters such as the fire in Huancai Pavilion and the collapse of the Cishu Immortal Square building disturb the Queen Mother?
The rumored "Jianghu people" want to eradicate evil in the face of injustice, so Kyoto Prefecture needs Kyushu Prefecture to assist in the investigation.
Jiuzhou Mansion was leaderless again, and the crown prince had not formally succeeded to the throne. After all, it was because of Zongzheng Temple's procrastination that the ceremony was delayed, which just gave the Queen Mother a reason to beat some unscrupulous things.
As for whether he was a Jianghu person or not, and whether Prince Langya, who had recently had a conflict with Rong Qingshu, was suspected, these were not matters that required her concern.
The night breeze was blowing outside the window. The Queen Mother got up, walked out of the room and looked at the dimly lit nunnery temple. Suddenly she heard a few frog sounds in the distance.
"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger roosting, nourishing the spirit under the shade of the tree. If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect dares to make a sound?" The Queen Mother thought of her old friend and sang softly.
This poem is called "Ode to the Frog".
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