Walking out of the Palace of Condemnation, there was silence all around.
The moon is as cold as water, and the air seems to be surrounded by mist.
At the end of October in the capital, the temperature has turned cold, and I need a thin coat.
Slowly walking on the palace roads piled with white marble with his back on his back, stepping on the light and shadow of the surrounding wind-proof lanterns, facing the cold night breeze, Feng Mohan's expression faded.
Every day, it seems to be completing a task.
Each step is planned in advance.
What is so good about being an emperor
"Small board, I haven't drafted for more than a year, right?"
The small board was stunned and hurriedly said, "It's been more than a year. Last year, when the empress dowager was still there, she had to draft another girl for the emperor, but was delayed by the affairs of Xiliang. This year, the June draft was also scheduled. Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager and General Qin... they were delayed again."
The Empress Dowager and General Qin had troubles one after another, and the draft was naturally put aside. After three months, they couldn't do popular affairs, and it was delayed until now.
Xiaoban sighed secretly, it is now the end of October, and the New Year will be two months later. This year's draft will definitely not be possible.
We can only wait for next year, if the emperor wishes.
It's really hard for those daughters who want to go to the Dragon Gate.
The draft requires very strict show girls, especially in terms of age, no less than twelve years old, no more than eighteen years old.
The emperor has not held drafts for two consecutive years, and the age of the women has increased year by year. It was just enough for the election, perhaps because of the delay, the dream of the dragon gate was broken.
pitful.
"For such a long time, the palace should add some fresh blood. Going back to issue the order, let's draft next year's spring."
"The emperor, are you serious? Are you unwilling?!" The little board was horrified.
Is the emperor stunned
"It's no good, of course I don't want it. If it's good, don't say anything else."
The young emperor's words were light, like a smile but not a smile.
He should have an heir.
Give birth to a son, and let him be a stallion.
"By the way, let Master Liu take care of this matter."
"..."
"Now there is only Master Liu beside me, who is it?"
"..."
Xiaoban felt that the emperor was looking for a fight.
Such matters as drafts have always been managed by the harem. When the empress dowager is in the hands of the empress dowager, when the empress dowager is away, it will be under the control of the concubine with the highest concubine in the harem.
There has never been a courtier in charge of drafting.
A big man, or a heavy court minister, mixed with Yingying and Yanyan to help choose women? That would have to be laughed at by the ruling and the opposition.
The emperor thinks that he has not been abused enough by Master Liu!
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The next day, Master Liu went to the Imperial Study Room to assist the emperor in his office as usual.
The official robe of the fourth rank, delicate and elegant, calm and introverted, looks like a gentleman like jade.
"Uncle Zhi Xia, drink tea." The emperor was extremely diligent today and offered tea to Master Liu himself.
"The minister dare not be, the minister can come by himself."
After pouring and drinking, Master Liu put the teacup aside and sat down in front of the bookcase and opened the file, "The emperor, the tea has been drunk, and it's time to go to work."
Feng Mohan, "..." I always feel that my eyelids are jumping a little abnormally.
Early on, he announced that Uncle Zhi Xia was in charge of the draft. How did he know that Uncle Xia had no reaction at all
Even if he can't beat him without the power of a chicken, at least he should be crushed with IQ to relieve his disgust, right
There is no movement at all
No, no, know who is Uncle Xia? His stomach is full of black ink, it is impossible to let him go so easily.
There must be a big trick that people can't defend against.
Feng Mohan regretted it a little. He originally wanted to tease and tease people, but in the end he made himself restless.
The gain is not worth the loss!
"The emperor?" Before the book case, the man raised his eyes and looked over, his brows frowned silently condemning him for his slack.
"Uncle Zhi Xia, there are only two of us in the study. Don't talk so much, just call me by my name, don't you think I always call you Uncle Xia?" Feng Mohan leaned over and smiled a little flatteringly. Turning his heart to think about it from the man, so that he can better respond.
"There is a difference between the emperor and the minister, and the courtesy cannot be abandoned. What the emperor likes to call it is the emperor's business. As a courtier, you must not be blindly arrogant and ignore the rules."
"Yes, you know what you said is right, Uncle Zhixia, then I and I will work now?"
The man nodded.
Feng Mohan sat on the opposite side in silence, and drew out the piles of papers in batches, listlessly.
Suddenly, Liu Zhixia raised her head and glanced at the boy, raising her eyebrows slightly.
A moth with him
Little emperor, young.
In the afternoon, return to the Liu Mansion for dinner.
The corners of the man's mouth at the dining table were always curved slightly, which seemed very pleasant.
Fu Yuzheng is strange. A man is always prudent. It is rare that when his emotions show up like this, which hapless rushes into his hands
"Tell me, who are you doing the wrong thing?"
Liu Zhixia smiled, "Your man is so vicious in your eyes?"
"No, you are not vicious, but your heart is a bit dark."
"My greatest strength is not black-hearted, but dedication."
With four eyes facing each other, Fu Yuzheng's eyes climbed up to Mi uncontrollably.
Men seldom say sweet words, and occasionally such a sudden sentence surprises her, but it is sweet enough for her for a long time.
And he once promised her, he has always done it with deeds and never broke his promise.
"Hurry up and eat, keep watching what I do." The man's smiley eyes made her blush when he looked at her.
"I haven't seen you in the morning. I still need to enter the palace in the afternoon. I can only see it during lunch."
Edamame glanced at a serious father, and then at his mother whose cheeks were getting redder, "Mother, don't be sad, father is too busy, I will accompany you."
"Man, you need to do what you say. When your father is away, you accompany your mother." The man set the rules for his son and digs a small hole.
Edamame has a small breast, "I never break my promise!"
Looking at one big and one small, Fu Yuzheng's smile grew stronger and sweeter.
"The emperor has decided to draft next spring, and I will be responsible for the naming." The man did not sell off.
Hearing this, Fu Yuzheng smiled, "Are you responsible?"
What does the emperor want to do
Is it too much to play
Liu Zhixia raised her eyes with a smile, "So, I need help from my wife this time."
"how should I do?"
"I guess the reason why the emperor suddenly decided to draft is probably because he wanted to extend the heirs. Now the concubines in the palace can't give birth to them."
"So?"
"So, Madam, help the emperor choose more good-natured ones, Vanves. I'll give you the list when I'm done, and give it to me after I've selected it. When that happens, I will make a statement for my husband."
Fu Yuzheng's mouth twitched.
Throughout the years, the draft picks have selected women with both ability and political integrity. The husband took charge this time but chose to take a different approach.
Vanves are well-bred, but not necessarily the famous ladies carefully cultivated by the nobles of various families.