Yao Yao had never seen Han Changmu behave so coquettishly. He was so shocked that he forgot to close the door. He stared at Han Changmu with round and wide apricot eyes, almost carving the words "What the hell" on his forehead.
Han Changmu took the opportunity to open the door, turned his body deftly, and squeezed into the room again.
It wasn't until he saw Han Changmu sitting down in front of the dining table again that Yao Yao came back to his senses and looked at him with difficulty, unable to speak a word for a long time.
Is this still the jade-faced Yama who kills people like hemp while talking and laughing, and chops people like melons in the army?
Could it be a fake!
Yao Yao restrained the hand that wanted to grab Han Changmu's face, and angrily threw his butt on the bed opposite him, gasping in anger.
Han Changmu's expression was indifferent, as if the person who was being servile just now was not him, but Yao Yao's hallucination, and he wrote lightly: "There must be something fishy about this painting, but from what I can see, it's not the painting itself that is fishy. It’s paper on which to draw.”
"Paper for drawing?!" Yao Yao is a competent workaholic. Hearing Han Changmu's words, he didn't care about getting angry and whispered. This was really a word that woke up the dreamer. Why didn't she think of it? Well, this brain, how could it forget the development commonly used in spy movies.
What a pig brain! You might even be looked down upon by others!
Yao Yao's heart moved, and he asked Han Changmu in a low voice: "What do you mean, sir, is the piece of paper that is strange, so it is useless to trace the painting exactly the same, or do you still have to steal the original painting?"
Han Changmu patted Yao Yao on the shoulder: "You can teach me, I will leave this matter to you."
"Hey, no," Yao Yao said anxiously: "It's easy to steal a painting, but if you steal this painting, what should you replace it with? The princess of Annan County will have to look at this painting every day!"
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao: "Aren't you the best painter? It should be easy to draw an exact picture and make it look real."
"..." Yao Yao was speechless and gritted his teeth. This was retaliation, a naked public revenge!
Seeing Yao Yao deflated, Han Changmu couldn't help laughing. After a while, the smile on his face tightened and he said seriously: "After you steal the painting, give it to Meng Suigai, and he will try to drag Princess Annan away for a day. I will send the fake painting back."
Yao Yao subconsciously answered yes, but after a second thought, he felt something was wrong and curled his lips: "Then why didn't Meng Suige steal it? Wouldn't it be easier if he stole it and handed it over to the adults?"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows and looked into Yao Yao's shimmering almond eyes. He suddenly became playful and suddenly approached her ear and whispered: "He can steal without you."
A stream of ambiguous hot air blew into his ears, and Yao Yao shuddered hard. The hair on his body stood on end, and he stared at Han Changmu in horror, unable to say a word.
Abnormal, so abnormal. Did he forget to take his medicine today? Or took too much medicine?
Seeing that Yao Yao didn't respond for a long time, Han Changmu chuckled proudly and watched a blush creep up her cheeks silently. Before she had time to get angry, he quickly opened the door and walked out seemingly casually, but in fact My heartbeat was so high that I couldn't hold it down anymore. I felt so stupid that I couldn't describe it in words.
He had always thought that he was very clear-sighted and would never be confused. However, the fact that he recognized the wrong person made him doubt himself. He wondered if he was extremely blind, otherwise how could he have recognized the wrong person in the first place. , insisting on mistaking fish eyes for pearls, and admitting their mistake for so long!
It has become irreversible now. Even if I say that I admitted the wrong person at the beginning, I am afraid no one will believe it!
Even if you express your sincerity, I'm afraid you will be dismissed as a donkey.
A gust of night wind blew into the house, and Yao Yao saw Han Changmu's back walking away quickly through the glass window, and suddenly he woke up. She was being teased, and the worst thing was that she didn't tease him back.
A shoe flew over and hit the half-closed door with a thud: "You rascal!"
Han Changmu, who had already reached the base of the wall, paused and laughed dumbly.
The sky was dimly lit, and a crescent moon seemed to be hanging in the gray-blue sky, while at the other end, half of the misty red sun peeked out of the clouds.
Emperor Yong'an got older and slept less, so he woke up at dawn. Today was not a court meeting, and the time to go to court was half an hour later than usual.
Emperor Yong'an lay still and closed his eyes for a long time to regain his composure before shouting in a hoarse voice: "Gao Fuguo."
Gao Fuguo had been waiting outside for a long time. When Emperor Yong'an called him, he quickly stepped forward to lift the bright yellow curtain and waited for Emperor Yong'an to get up.
The maids moved lightly and silently walked into the hall one by one. They held copper basins, handkerchiefs, scented soap and other things in their hands, and stood quietly aside with their heads lowered, eyebrows lowered and eyes lowered.
Gao Fuguo brought a cup of mouthwash and served Emperor Yong'an to rinse his mouth and cleanse his face.
"Your Majesty, would you like to serve a meal?" Gao Fuguo asked in a low voice as he waited for Emperor Yong'an to put on his homely clothes and tie his belt.
The time for going to court today is half an hour later than usual. Logically speaking, he should have a meal for the morning meal. However, after returning from the Prince's Mansion in Annan County last night, Emperor Yong'an felt hungry and ate a few more snacks. Can you eat the morning meal?
Emperor Yong'an was getting older, and his body was no longer as strong as when he was young. He often felt weak, and it was not easy to eat something to overcome it. The few extra snacks he ate at night were still stuck in his throat. inside.
He shook his head, and after drinking a cup of warm and delicious cinnamon twig water, his voice became less hoarse: "No need to eat in the morning, let's have a cup of ginseng tea."
Gao Fuguo agreed, waited for Emperor Yong'an to sit down, walked out quickly and gave instructions, and then came back to tie Emperor Yong'an's hair.
No matter how well-maintained Emperor Yong'an is, he is still over fifty years old. Even though he keeps ginseng, tea and deer blood in his hands every day, his hair is somewhat dull. The morning sun falls on his hair, and the black hair is mixed with a trace of silver. There was an inappropriate cold light shining in her hair, which was dazzling and heart-piercing.
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Gao Fuguo sighed imperceptibly, carefully combing his hair and hiding his silver hair into his black hair. However, there was a lot of silver hair. He hid it here and missed it there. It was very difficult to hide it.
Emperor Yong'an glanced at the bronze mirror and sighed resignedly: "There is no need to hide it. It is common for people to grow old and lose their hair. If you hide like this, you will have to hide it for as long as you want."
Gao Fuguo responded, no need to hide his silver hair anymore, and he tied his hair more gently and neatly.
Emperor Yong'an raised his hand and licked his gray temples, and glanced into the bronze mirror. He said nothing, but his cloudy eyes showed a bit of darkness.
Gao Fuguo understood the situation and waved his hands to the left and right: "Everyone, step back."
The maids whispered yes, bowed in unison, and filed out.
Only then did Emperor Yong'an nod slightly with satisfaction, his eyes glaring: "Is she thirty-five?"
As the most trusted and closest person to Emperor Yong'an, Gao Fuguo was like a roundworm in his stomach. He could understand everything with just one glance. When he heard Emperor Yong'an's words, he knew who "she" he was talking about without thinking carefully. She knew exactly what he meant by asking this question, so she nodded and said, "Yes, it is not the easiest age to get pregnant anymore."
Emperor Yong'an concentrated for a moment: "Is that painting still missing?"
Gao Fuguo's face was reflected in the bronze mirror, the movements of his hands were slightly stagnant, his expression was particularly difficult, and he hesitated: "Yes, I haven't found it yet."
Emperor Yong'an's face was filled with anger and was slightly blue, and his cold voice was more threatening than the cold winter wind: "How does Xia Yuanji do things? Why didn't he just give them away after he got the painting? What does Xiaoliu do for food? , it’s okay if the person dies, how could the painting be lost too!”
Gao Fuguo also knew that the people below him had messed up the matter. It was originally a done deal, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a mess in the end. No wonder Emperor Yong'an was so angry.
Fortunately, Xia Yuanji died in a daze, otherwise he would not know what punishment he would receive.
The people below were doing such a bad job, and Gao Fuguo had no shame in trying to smooth things over for them. He could only follow Emperor Yong'an's words and say: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Xiaoliu has already gone after the whereabouts of that painting. I think it will be found soon." As a result, Your Majesty will introduce her to the crime and perform meritorious service, and it will not be too late to punish her severely after catching the painting."
Emperor Yong'an's face became a little brighter, and he concentrated for a moment: "No, Xia Yuanji's death was too strange. I'm afraid she had some involvement in this matter. Isn't Ah Qi also in the Prince's Mansion of Annan County? Send a message to her, so that She went looking for it herself.”
Gao Fuguo responded, and there was a servant outside who brought ginseng tea. He didn't let anyone in. He personally brought it to Emperor Yong'an.
This ginseng tea had a faint bitter taste. Emperor Yong'an raised his head and drank it in one gulp. He grabbed the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He thought to himself: "I will not lose that painting sooner or later, but I found out that there is something hidden in the painting." I just threw away the secret, huh," he sneered: "When did my side become as leaky as a sieve?"
As he spoke, he looked at Gao Fuguo expressionlessly, his cold eyes a little scary for no reason.
Gao Fuguo's heart skipped a beat. After Emperor Yong'an got older, although his temper was much more irritable than when he was young, his methods became gentler, and he didn't kill people so easily.
However, gentle means do not mean that you can tolerate eating the inside and outside!
No one could bear to hold someone else's bowl and smash someone else's pot, let alone Emperor Yong'an, who was always known for his iron-bloodedness.
Gao Fuguo repeatedly accused him: "I was careless. I will definitely investigate carefully and make mistakes."
Emperor Yong'an has spent these decades, and there are not many considerate people around him who are easy to use. Gao Fuguo can be regarded as the most considerate and easy to use. He never embarrasses Gao Fuguo too much. He nodded and said solemnly: "No matter who it is, No need to save your life."
Not to mention that Emperor Yong'an refused to spare the lives of those people, even if Emperor Yong'an did not mention it, Gao Fuguo would not be able to spare the lives of those people.
In this silent palace and strange court hall, the last thing that should be there is kindness and mercy.
Gao Fuguo seems to be soft-hearted and easy to talk to, but how can he really be a kind person after he has followed Emperor Yong'an for decades and remains standing? It's just that his viciousness is covered up by Emperor Yong'an's iron-blooded tactics. It's not that easy. aware.
