"I understand what you're worrying about."
The emperor smiled and said: "I have long known that the temperament of you Jianghu people is not bound by rules. Not only you, but also Xiaohan. You mostly walk among the people, and you don't have a serious official position in the court. But you know, that is, Because of this, I want you to learn the way of being an official with a few seniors.
You are both young and full of possibilities. Never rest on your laurels and deny your possibility. Look at Yiren, although he is majestic in the rivers and lakes, when is it not appropriate to advance and retreat above the court? "
Tang Ye nodded silently.
Su Xiao said: "Your Majesty, but Big Brother Ming hasn't come yet..."
"There's no chance for him. He's already twenty-eight, so just make up the number." The emperor said indifferently: "When he comes, just find a teacher."
Tang Ye saw that the emperor's intention was so firm that he could not refuse. Glancing at Su Xiao, he meant to ask: who to pick
Su Xiao also answered with his eyes, and the two talked silently for a few breaths of time.
The emperor said impatiently: "What? Are the two of you still thinking about it?"
Tang Ye clasped his fists and said, "I would like to thank the saint for your kindness. I would like to pay tribute to Lie Shangshu in the Ministry of War. Lie Shangshu has spent his entire life in the army, and he is a cadre who trains and fights. This is the object of his study. ."
Lie Jingchan laughed loudly: "Your Majesty, you see, my old lie is still a bit popular. This young man is not bad, I want it."
The emperor smiled silently, and Su Xiao also excitedly said: "The emperor, can I respect Lu Shangshu? What a fun thing he will know. Our children in Suzhou all grew up playing with toys made by him."
The emperor smiled and said: "No rush, no rush. I know who you are going to worship. I have made arrangements long ago, and they are all written in this book. Wang Tushui!"
The prince was busy taking the emperor's book and handing it to the two of them.
Tang Ye also wanted to follow other ministers, which was no fun, and only had fun with the Ministry of War. But it turned out that the emperor had already made arrangements. Tang Ye took the book and took a look at it very quickly. He frowned: "Zhang Shangshu? I'm going to the Ministry of Officials?" The appearance of looking at the nose, nose and heart, is full of Confucianism.
Su Xiao opened the book and took a closer look, and came out with an 'eh': "Leng Shangshu? The cold ice Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment?" Looking up, the Leng Shangshu was motionless, like a zombie. Although his eyes were still open, he just didn't know. Will you speak.
The two looked at each other and then at the future teacher.
"Are we going to worship him as a teacher? No!"
"Please let me worship you as my teacher!"
The young man held on to my waist tightly, wrapped his slender hands in a posture that he would not let go of when he was beaten to death, and shouted: "You hit me several times, and it won't hurt once! It must be very powerful, please teach me. Teach me martial arts!"
Hey Hey hey! What nonsense are you talking about, you soy-faced guy! Chief White is still here!
Moreover, Director Bai is now also full of soy milk! No, to be precise, she was splattered all over her body, her hair, and her face. And the hair was still dripping down drop by drop, and the front of the shirt was completely soaked.
Blame this bear boy!
The young man was unconscious, but hugged me happily and shouted, "Accept me as a disciple! Accept me as a disciple!"
Go away! I don't want a rude apprentice like you!
Manager Bai was half as angry when he was most angry! Her shoulders kept shaking, and her face was originally snow-white, but now it was a big red. She's going to explode with rage!
I reached out my hand involuntarily and wiped the soy milk on the face of the white manager...
Manager Bai couldn't help shrinking when I met him, but he finally accepted it. Under the caress of my big hand, I could vaguely feel the anger of Chief White's diminishing. Could it be that Director Bai is a cat-type father-in-law
But after a while, Director Bai suddenly frowned and said, "...What does your hand smell like?"
I have it
Ah, I didn't seem to wash my hands after eating fried dough sticks in the morning... So I actually smeared her face with oil just now.
Bai Lian: "Why does your hand smell greasy?"
Me: "Uh, uh, in the backyard of the palace, fried dough sticks and soy milk go better."
Bai Lian: "..."
I took my hand away reluctantly and took out a hand towel from my pocket.
Bai Lian was so angry that he didn't move, like a lifeless ice sculpture. The white liquid droplets on the palm-sized face kept falling, and a strong murderous aura shot out from the always charming eyes. I handed my towel tremblingly to the handsome face still dripping with soy milk.
Bai Lian said coldly, "Don't touch my face."
I was taken aback: "Oh, oh, I don't wipe my face."
Then I had to rub her chest...
Then I got a loud slap on the face! !
I go! Why in the end!
Chapter 12: Three Points and Six Fans
I got a slap in the face, and I didn't even have time to recover.
Manager Bai stood up silently, his too charming face still exuded an intoxicating softness even though he was expressionless. She stretched out her slender arms, and looked into the clothes tube from her delicate fingers like spring onions, and she could vaguely see that the fairness of her arms was better than her five fingers.
Manager Bai said lightly, "A towel." A little palace maid behind her ran over as if her butt was pierced by a hedgehog, and hurriedly handed the towel up. To say that Director Bai's majesty in the palace is really not a cover. If you say a word, the people below will not dare to neglect.
Manager Bai wiped himself, still without the slightest expression on his face: "Cleanse your face." Immediately, the two little palace maids ran out quickly, and then brought back two basins of water and a few fragrance towels after a while. One gave Director Bai to wipe off the white paste that smelled of soy milk on his body, and the other pulled the boy called 'Master Zi' aside and carefully cleaned the dirty parts of his body. Manager Bai doesn't need to talk much, these servants know how to do things. It seems that Manager Bai is usually well-disciplined.
Compared to this rich second generation known as 'Master Zi', it is obvious that the maids are more afraid of her...
Manager Bai cleaned up the soy milk stains on his body in an orderly manner, raised his arms, and said indifferently: "Organize." Then the two little ladies immediately arranged and ironed the messy clothes for Manager Bai, as if something had happened just now. It never happened. From the looks of them, it seems that they are used to it, so they have cultivated a good tacit understanding.
In the end, Director Bai took back one of the daggers, and still held one arm flatly, and said indifferently, "Knife." Then a little palace maid immediately handed over a ghost-headed knife, and anointed it with oil very considerately. This match is simple, even the knife...
"Slow down, slow down, this cooperation is too much!"
And there are so many knives here, because Mao, the little palace maid, didn't say anything and just picked a big knife! This knife is cut in two when it meets the blade! How she wished me to be chopped into bolognese!
Bai Lian held the ghost-headed sword with one hand, but she didn't have any difficulty. The blue veins on her wrist were not enough. Obviously, this ghost-headed sword weighing 40 to 50 kilograms was nothing to her. She said coldly: "How many times has our family said it. Our family hates people who make fun of our family as a woman. If you don't have a long memory, your brain will be useless."
"That's it!" A few little palace maids behind him responded with great cooperation.
Apparently, these people who were trained by Bai Lian completely obeyed the orders!
I called Zhuangtianqu: "General Manager Bai, you're too mean to be like this. We're all old friends! You still care about this with me?"
Bai Lian pointed the tip of the knife at me angrily: "Fuck you! Who is in love with you?!"
I touched my nose and smiled: "On that day, in this small south gate."
It seemed that he remembered what I said about the day I forcibly kissed her here, and two red clouds flew up on Mr. Bai's cheeks. The hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
"You, you! You said something that was written off! How can you still mention it!"
She bit her lips angrily, as if like me, and remembering the kiss that day, there was a scorching heat on her lips.