At night, the emperor finished his official duties and stared at the last memorial on the table, squeezing his eyebrows impatiently.
Wen Guiren was convicted and demoted today, and the news that her father, General Wen, had defeated the enemy in the Western Regions quickly reached his desk.
The emperor picked up the book and sneered several times in his throat.
"Okay, that's really good. How dare you threaten me..."
Xiao Fuzi, who was sent in by the master to pour tea, buried his head deeply in his chest and wished he didn't have ears.
I don’t know what General Wen wrote in the letter, which made the emperor so angry!
The atmosphere in Qinzheng Hall was tense for a moment. Just when Xiao Fuzi was about to run out of breath, a voice saved him.
"Your Majesty, Xiyun in the Roucai Palace said that her master has some stomach discomfort and wants the Emperor to take a look."
Xun An outside the door was also very uneasy. The emperor was in a bad mood now. Didn't he just hit the muzzle of the gun?
But this soft-hearted man is pregnant with a dragonborn, and he is also noble.
Xun'an didn't dare to offend, so he had the courage to ask.
There was a thud in the palace, and it was obvious that another unlucky object had been smashed by the emperor out of anger.
The emperor's muffled voice came from inside: "If you have a stomachache, go see the imperial doctor. I don't know how to treat illnesses."
Xun'an turned his head in embarrassment and stared at Xiyun. If the emperor didn't go, there was nothing he could do.
"Mr. Xun'an, can't you please advise the emperor again?"
Xiyun was so anxious that she almost cried. If she couldn't invite the emperor, she would be taken out by the Roucai people after she went back.
Xun'an looked at the marks on her arm where the bamboo strips had been pulled out, and sighed secretly.
That's all, they are all poor people who can't make the decision. If you can help, you can do whatever you can.
Xun'an took the sweet soup from Xiyun and pushed the door open.
"Your Majesty, this is the sweet soup made by Roucai for you. It's hard for her to still miss the Emperor while she's pregnant."
The emperor did not spare a glance at the bowl of carefully prepared sweet soup, but stood up with a headache.
"That's all. Since Roucai is still pregnant, let's go and see her tonight."
After dinner, Liu Manlai refused to leave in the Queen's Palace, insisting on dragging the Queen and Concubine Zhao to play her homemade game of Landlords.
After briefly describing the rules, the queen already understood the rules, but only Concubine Zhao still seemed to understand.
"I don't care if you understand or not, just play and that's it."
Liu Man said that her mouth was dry, so she picked up the rose water and drank it in one gulp. It was worthy of being from the Queen's Palace, and even the water was particularly delicious.
Look at Concubine Zhao who is still confused over there, holding the cards.
[Sure enough, to be so beautiful is all because of my brains. 】
Concubine Zhao:......
Don't think that if you don't mention the person's name, I won't guess that it's me you're talking about.
"Let's make an agreement first. If you win a game, you will get five taels of silver. You are not allowed to cheat."
[Hey hey hey, it’s time to make money. A small talent only has 30 taels of silver a month. 】
[If I win a few more rounds, I won’t be rich, hahahaha. 】
The queen and Concubine Zhao present here are not stingy people. Seeing that Liu Man only had a pitiful 30 taels a month and had to find ways to earn money, they were all thinking about how to make Liu Man live more comfortably.
After all, there are always bold slaves who deliberately bully the concubines who are not favored.
This little talented person who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long might have been bullied into something bad if he hadn't been protected by them.
Guard Sun, who was already cleaning the toilet: .....
Do you have selective amnesia and have forgotten that she wanted to castrate me as soon as she opened her mouth?
Different from the joy and laughter in the Queen's Palace, the Emperor rode in a sedan chair and rushed to the Roucai Palace in a low-pressure manner.
It was already late at night, but Roucai Ren's yard was still brightly lit and could be seen from a distance.
When the emperor got off the sedan, he saw Roucai leaning against him softly, deliberately rubbing the emperor's arm with the softness of his chest.
"Your Majesty, you have finally come to see me. I have been worried to death all day. I feel uneasy until I see the Emperor."
Everyone in Roucai lives up to his name, his voice is soft and as graceful as an oriole.
It would be difficult for a normal man to control such a coquettish and coquettish act unless he couldn't.
But who is the emperor? He is the descendant of the dragon, the overlord who is proud of all the heroes, and the master of the world. He has never seen anything stunning.
He didn't like Rou Guiren's little tricks, and even thought she was unruly, and he wasn't ashamed even though so many people were watching!
The emperor's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his fists were clenched with veins bulging out, but he didn't push the woman away because she was pregnant with his child.
The fact is that the emperor worked too hard on the imperial concubine's bed a few nights ago, and his kidneys were weak.* Even if a fairy came to earth opposite him, he was still motivated but unable to do so.
