Ci Jinzhi

  Emperor Xingyuan stared at the book for a moment: "Is this a script outside the palace?"

  Concubine Shu's heart tightened, and she said bravely: "Yes... I heard that this book is very popular in the capital, and I'm really curious, so I asked Xiao Mingzi to buy it and have a look."

  Over the years, Concubine Shu has taken care of the post-officials. In the eyes of many people, Concubine Shu is like a queen, but only Concubine Shu knows best. Facing this emperor, she has never been as relaxed as a wife is in front of her husband.

  Whether it's her or the other women in the harem, the emperor's attitude towards them is condescending.

   It's just that some people understand it, such as her. There are also some people who are too stupid to want to be favored by the emperor.

  Because she was sober, Concubine Shu had to be cautious in front of Emperor Xingyuan.

   "So that's it." Emperor Xing Yuan came here today to discuss her **** nephew with Concubine Shu, but the trembling palace servants, the blood on the gold bricks all made him lose interest in staying.

   "Concubine Shu still don't get angry because of her nephew, her body is the most important thing."

   "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, I know."

  Emperor Xingyuan nodded, turned and left.

  The **** holding the book hesitated for a while, and silently took "Painted Skin" away because he didn't dare to make decisions without Emperor Xingyuan's explanation.

  Concubine Shu looked at the door, her face drooping.

  The emperor ordered Jin Linwei to beat his nephew in public, so he didn't want to sweep her face. He came here today without saying a few words and then left.

  If so—a beautiful face appeared in Concubine Shu's mind, and the face was even more hostile.

  That is really the shadow of them all their lives. Fortunately, that person will never come back.

  Concubine Shu's expression was slightly relaxed, and she swept towards Xiao Mingzi who was kneeling on the ground: "Get off!"

  Xiao Mingzi didn't dare to raise his head, so he quickly backed out.

  Xingyuan Emperor returned to the bedroom, and after a glance, he found that the servant had brought back the scriptures.

   "Bring it to me to see."

  The name of the servant is Sun Yan, who is one of the best eunuchs, and of course he is humble enough in front of Emperor Xingyuan.

   "Yes." Sun Yan tore off the waist seal on the book, quickly turned over the pages for inspection, and then presented the book to Emperor Xingyuan.

  Emperor Xingyuan took the script and started to read it.

  Sun Yanhou didn't dare to disturb him, so he winked at the servant.

   Those who can work here are clever, and the little servant hastily moved the candlestick to this side.

  The light became brighter, and Emperor Xingyuan looked at it more seriously.

  As time went by, Sun Yan couldn't help reminding: "Your Majesty, it's time to rest, you hurt your eyes carefully."

  Emperor Xing Yuan looked away from the book and took a sip of water.

  Sun Yan was just about to reach out to take the book away, but Emperor Xingyuan held it down: "I'll read it for another quarter of an hour."

A quarter of an hour?

  Sun Yan thought it was okay, and silently added hot water to the half-empty water glass.

   In a quarter of an hour.

   "Your Majesty, the time is up."

  Emperor Xingyuan didn't even lift his head: "Look at it for another moment, no, two quarters of an hour."

  The corner of Sun Yan's mouth twitched, knowing the emperor's temper, he didn't persuade him any more.

   Two quarters of an hour later.

   "Your Majesty, it's really time to rest, and tomorrow we have to go to court—"

  Emperor Xing Yuan slapped the book, and his face darkened: "At this time, I am often still correcting the memorials, why don't the scripts fail?"

  Sun Yan lowered his head, not daring to say anything.

   "Stop rambling, wait until I finish reading."

  Sun Yan: "..."

  The night gradually deepened, and the candlesticks were already full of candle tears. Emperor Xingyuan finally put down the book, got up and rubbed his eyes.

  Eunuch Sun's expression has become numb.

   "What is Mr. Song Ling's background?"

  After reading a good-looking book, it is human nature not to want to pay attention to the writer.

  Sun Yan was stopped by the question: "The slaves don't know much about things outside the palace."

  Perhaps, it's time for him to visit the Qingsong Bookstore.

  Emperor Xingyuan was not angry at Sun Yan's ignorance, and ordered: "Let Changle Marquis come to see me when the court is over tomorrow."

"yes."

   Turning to the next day, the officials noticed the big dark circles on Emperor Xingyuan's face, and they were immediately puzzled.

  Government affairs are going well recently, and there are no news of natural disasters or man-made disasters from various places. Does the emperor still stay up late to deal with political affairs?

  This really makes the courtier ashamed!

  So Emperor Xingyuan felt the efforts of the ministers, and the early court was delayed for half an hour than usual.

  Emperor Xingyuan was dizzy and almost couldn't hold on. After finally staying up until the end of the court, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

  Sun Yan didn't dare to disturb, and silently stood by.

   After an unknown amount of time, a voice came asking: "Is Marquis Changle here?"

  Sun Yan hurriedly said: "The Marquis Changle is already waiting outside."

   "Send him in."

   Not long after, He Qingxiao walked in.

   "I have seen His Majesty."

  Emperor Xingyuan showed a smile on his face: "Qingxiao, how many times have I told you that I am also your uncle, so relax."

  After a few gossips, Emperor Xingyuan told He Qingxiao what he was going to do: "I'm a little curious about the kind of person Mr. Songling who wrote "Painted Skin" is, you go and find out."

  He Qingxiao responded quietly, and frowned only after walking out of the palace gate.

  The things that the emperor told him to do were all related to hundreds of officials and honorable officials. This is the first time that he has specifically investigated ordinary people.

   Regardless of whether the task is reasonable or not, the emperor must do what the emperor entrusts.

  Originally, he ordered his subordinates to investigate such matters, but He Qingxiao thought about it, changed into casual clothes and went straight to Qingsong Bookstore.

  At this time, there are many people in the bookstore.

   Shopkeeper Hu stared at the fewer and fewer books on the bookshelf, bleeding from his heart.

   This will be sold out in a few days, and every customer who leaves empty-handed will be a small amount of money flying away.

   "The shopkeeper."

   "Ah?" Shopkeeper Hu came back to his senses, and saw Mr. He in casual clothes, hesitating how to say hello.

  He Qingxiao asked in a low voice: "Is your boss there? I have something to do with her."

"Please wait."

   Shopkeeper Hu hurriedly sent Shi Shi to report to Xin You.

   Not long after, Shitou ran back, leaned close to He Qingxiao and whispered, "There are a lot of people in the storytelling hall of the master's house. If you want to talk about something serious, let the villain take you to the east courtyard."

   "Please lead the way."

  Xin You waited beside the stone table in the courtyard, saw He Qingxiao coming with the stone, got up to meet him.

   "What can Mr. He want from me?" After sitting down, Xin You picked up the teapot and poured tea for He Qingxiao.

  He Qingxiao looked at the girl with a peaceful expression, and said, "Miss Kou, can you tell me about Mr. Songling's situation?"

  Xin You paused for holding the teapot, doubts appeared in his eyes: "Why did Mr. He suddenly ask Mr. Song Ling?"

   "I've seen "Painted Skin" today, and asked about Mr. Songling."

   Originally, what the emperor explained should not be spread to the outside world, but He Qingxiao said it easily, so easily that he was surprised when he said it, and then calmed down.

  Speaking of which, he didn't really want to be the Jinlinwei Zhenfu, and in his heart, that person was just obedience to the imperial power.

  When he felt disgusted with the daily life in the Hou Mansion full of imperial servants, He Qingxiao realized that he was not a man who followed the rules.

   And Ms. Kou is also such a person.