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Chapter 9 The Emperor

Today is the last big court meeting before the New Year's Eve. The officials of various ministries tried their best to deal with the backlog of affairs. As if they didn't need money, they all wrote a lot of papers and presented them to the emperor.

The emperor wanted to abolish the remnants of the princelings in the court, so Wan Min kept watching these people's faults for him. The two Bingbis of the Supervisor of Rituals were appointed, so Bingbis also became busy, and the imperial court could only be represented by the heads of the palaces.

The Taiji Hall, the emperor's bedroom, was still in business as usual. The female officials from the Shangshu Bureau were in charge at night, and the transfer of eunuch positions had little to do with them. They only needed to assign an additional person to follow the transmission of the will.

But in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, where the emperor used to deal with government affairs, there has been a change in the matter of writing in front of the imperial court.

If it is up to the emperor to choose, of course it would be best for a woman to rub the ink on a piece of paper. Rolling up the sleeves lightly and frosting the wrists are fun.

But in the end, it is about the affairs of the court. You can't be sloppy. In the dynasty of the first emperor, the harem was involved in politics and the relatives were powerful. This is why the five kings took over the heir. How did the emperor's grandson disappear? So far no one can say that he is ugly. Come.

Emperor Taiping had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and chose eunuchs who were pleasing to the eye to be in charge of writing and ink, so that the imperial court was not only based on loyalty and ability, but also on whether the facial features were correct and dignified.

To be in charge of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, one must naturally have a handsome appearance.

Even though he gave some unimportant notes to the Supervisor of Ceremonies, leaving only finances and military equipment in his own hands, the rest of the government affairs were still complicated, and it took a lot of the emperor's mind every day, and he suffered from headaches in the long run.

Qi Yu had just pressed the emperor's head, which relieved his headache a lot. At this moment, the ink ingot in his hand was sharpening the inkstone, and the ink that came out was thick and thick. It's rare that I don't feel upset when I read the booklet, and I become more pleasant when I speak.

"I remember you are Wan Ping's apprentice?"

"Yes, servant girl Qi Yu," he put down the ink stick in his hand, bowed down and bowed down, "Thanks to Your Majesty for not giving up."

"You served well, remember to go down to receive the reward later, also called Wan Ping to receive the reward, and taught me something useful."

Qi Yu bowed again: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

The emperor nodded, wrote a big "good" on the booklet, and asked casually: "You can be in charge at a young age, have you studied in the inner study?"

Qi Yu didn't reply right away, he lifted his robe and knelt down on the ground upright, his knees hitting the ground with a crisp "bang".

Emperor Taiping ignored it with his head down, and continued to critique the notes: "Why?"

"The maidservant is the nephew of the traitor Qi Yunzhi. She only studied when she was young and never entered the inner study."

"Oh?" He raised his brows, and put down his pen and looked up at him with some interest.

And Qi Yu walked forward on his knees, took the pen holder with both hands and put it on the pen stand.

"Thinking about it, Qi Yunzhi seems to have a nephew from his hometown who was awarded Juren at a young age, so he called you by this name."

"The slaves are frightened."

"Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

The emperor relaxed his body, leaned back on the chair, and looked at the man who was kneeling at his feet and said panic.Having been the emperor for 20 years, he has looked down on too many people from such a perspective. Men, women, and people who are neither male nor female are actually similar when kneeling.

People naturally have their own meanings in life, and he is the emperor who decides whether these meanings are appropriate.

"My servant has read the teachings of Confucius and Mencius since she was a child, and she only wants to serve His Majesty. Now that she is able to accept the emperor's favor with her life, she is extremely terrified, but she is very happy."

The emperor sneered: "It's better than your uncle."

Qi Yu was still lying on the ground, unable to look up at the sky.

"Compared to being lucky to be able to serve His Majesty, this servant should be ashamed of what my uncle has done. However, since entering the palace a year ago and being able to share His Majesty's worries, this servant has only thought about how to repay His Majesty's kindness, and almost forgot about myself. I am still dealing with crimes, and I am not worthy to serve His Majesty, so I am extremely terrified."

The fire in the main hall was crackling, coaxing the warmth and warmth. Emperor Taiping looked at him, and unexpectedly thought of Qi Yunzhi's clamor before he was convicted.

The rebellious officials and thieves said that he has no people at dawn in his heart, is not benevolent and moral, is not as good as the prince, and is not worthy of being an emperor.

But at this time, look at his own nephew and look at what this man said.

Feeling ashamed of the crimes committed by my parents, happy to be the emperor's slave, and so happy to be a slave myself, forgetting that I am not even worthy of being a slave, and feeling extremely guilty...

Look at this natural dog material.

"Okay." Emperor Taiping waved his hands to signal him to get up, and he couldn't help laughing loudly with a happy heart.

"When you enter the palace, you will be my servant. Don't be afraid. I will serve you well in the future. Your honor and favor will be indispensable."

"Thank you Your Majesty for your grace."

Qi Yu leaned over to thank him.

Since he wanted to get into the emperor's eyes, the crux of his identity couldn't be concealed, no matter what, he had to solve it.

And being a slave is, of course, the answer to being a slave.

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According to the order of the ranks of the new concubines, the empress impersonated her bedside from top to bottom, and today it was the turn of Yunu Fan from Zhongcui Palace.

In the middle of the month, the emperor took the dormitory officers to Yanxi Palace, and Qi Yu exchanged positions with the dormitory female officer, and went west to go back to the prison yard to rest.

Someone called him: "Master Qi, please stay."

Qi Yu saw a somewhat familiar face and recalled it for a while, but didn't remember it for a while.

"The maidservant is Jiyue, the personal maid of Lady Zhou in the Lanfang Pavilion of Yihe Palace. My lady, please go and talk about it."

He stopped, looked up and down the person, and matched her with the shadow that was not clear in his memory.

There is indeed such a number one person.

The owner of the palace is very beautiful. There are flowers in the palace in all seasons. In autumn and winter, there are large potted chrysanthemums that are elegantly placed.The reds, purples, yellows, greens, and whites in the daytime are much dimmer at night, and if the lights are not lit, it will become a specter of ghosts and monsters.

And Qi Yu was lighting a lantern in his hand. Under the dim light, this garden was neither rich and elegant enough, nor too lonely.

"Miss Lao Jiyue has gone through this experience. It's just that Qi Yu still has the emperor's life, so he is not blessed to be invited by Mrs. Zhou. I hope you will forgive me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to avoid Jiyue and walk away when he saw another figure walking slowly from behind the tree.

It is a figure that cannot be forgotten, and a person that cannot be avoided.

"It's so late, dare to ask the nobleman what else he has to do, and he doesn't even have a moment to spare."

Zhou Shuhe walked up to him and stopped, and smiled happily: "It's so shameless, I can't even come to invite me in person."

He stared blankly at her for a while before he realized, and leaned over to salute: "Young lady, you are serious."

Zhou Shuhe climbed up the pole: "I think I'm serious, but you actually have time to talk to me, and you don't mean to give me face."

Qi Yu: "..."

"I heard people say that you are with the emperor today, and he passed on Fan Yunu's servant's bedroom. I think you must be in the Zhongcui Palace, and I will be waiting for you here. Who knows that you are so late, I will wait for you." My legs are sore. Fortunately, I saw a swing on the way here, so you can sit with me, and I want to ask you about some things in the palace."

"The slaves dare not."

Zhou Shuhe was too lazy to hang around with him, grabbed the man's sleeve, and pulled him away: "Yes, yes, if you don't dare, I will take it as what you said. Don't dare to defy me. If that's the case, don't shirk, just follow me." .”

"Also," she walked in front without turning her head, only the faint fragrance of hair came from her voice, "Don't call yourself a slave in front of me, I don't think it sounds good, I don't like it."

"The slaves dare not."

"..."

Zhou Shuhe didn't dwell on the matter any more, but Qi Yu heard a burst of murmurs, presumably she was cursing quietly.

Qi Yu couldn't help thinking about the past.

Ever since he was imprisoned, he has forced himself to think less about these things. Everything he should have lost has been lost, and his future has been completely shattered. Instead of wandering or regretting, it is better to be more pure and bear nothing. Only follow the road that can still be walked, and help those who still want to help.

However, at this time, walking together on a winter night path, listening to the soft creaking sound of the soles rubbing against the road surface, he naturally thought of the past.

Zhou Shuhe has never been the kind of gentle and sensible girl. When we first met, he politely called him Brother Qi Si, and later called him Brother Xiaoyu with a bit of teasing.After waiting for a long time, she was vaguely aware of his tolerance for her, and instinctively, she began to ask for his attention and accommodation step by step.

This is true for parents, siblings, good friends, and even more so for Qi Yu.

When he was young, Qi Yu spent a lot of time reading and writing articles every day, and gradually, he also needed to spend more and more time with Zhou Shuhe.

At first he often refused, and Zhou Shuhe would hold his sleeve and shake it. When she moved, the tassels on the jade pendant around her waist would also shake. Qi Yu couldn't help looking at it, and he didn't answer until he heard Zhou Shuhe's cheers. Overwhelmed, he found that he had agreed to her request.

It's hard for a gentleman to chase after a word. Once everything has been said, it is natural not to go back on it.

So he was very annoyed every time, but next time he would be tricked because of something else. In fact, even Qi Yu himself was not sure whether he was really tricked by that girl, or whether he didn't want to refuse in the first place.

The author says:

*Inner Study Room: The place where the palace taught eunuchs to read and write.