Maybe watching the Taifu resting, the accompanying eunuch sitting on Dongfang Ye's right leaned into Dongfang Ye's ear, whispered a few words, then lifted up his sleeves, and secretly took Dongfang Ye's pen and ink, but it was to replace it. Dongfang Ye copied the book.
"presumptuous!"
Xia Qiu yelled, walked over, lifted the foot and kicked over the copybook.
The copy was turned over, ink was splashed, and the brush fell on Dongfang Ye's bright yellow dragon robe, which immediately stained a large area of the dragon robe black.
Mulan was startled, and the little eunuch who accompanied her was also startled.
"Greetings, Concubine Qiu!"
They knelt on the ground with a puff, watching Xia Qiu's anger, not daring to vent their anger.
Especially the fair and clean eunuch who had helped Dongfang Ye write before, knelt on the ground, his body was shaking like chaff, his head was buried deep on the ground and he didn't dare to move at all.
His face turned pale in an instant, Dongfang Ye stood up, the black stain on the bright yellow dragon robe was particularly conspicuous, his handsome little face was a little panicked, but he still saluted.
"I've seen my concubine."
"Mulan, take these eunuchs to Ben Gong!" Xia Qiu said coldly.
Mulan was startled by the outburst of anger, carefully moved over, and looked at the little emperor who obviously wanted to protect the eunuchs, Mulan couldn't help but persuade again.
"Your Majesty, they didn't do it on purpose, but they just feel sorry for the emperor, why don't we just let them go this time?"
"Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Kowtowing like pounding garlic, several eunuchs immediately begged for mercy.
"Let Ben Gong say it again?" Xia Qiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Mulan with eyes as cold as ice.
That look was so cold that Mulan shuddered instantly, she went outside the door and called a few guards, dragging those pale-faced eunuchs out on the spot.
"Mother and concubine, what should we do with them?" Dongfang Ye was a little worried as he turned his gaze to the outside of the Imperial Prison.
"Thirty stick duty, drive out of the palace." Xia Qiu said.
"But today's incident is not their fault, and I hope that the concubine mother will show mercy." Dongfang Ye pursed his lips, and his handsome face showed some pleading.
There are no close people around him anymore, just these little minions, although they have no status, they are usually on his mind, and it seems that he wants to be lazy... Can you keep them
"Xiao Ye." Xia Qiu eased his tone, but there was no room left in his words, "Other matters can be discussed, but I will never let these people go... Mulan, pass on my order, put Take these three down, give them thirty sticks, and drive them out of the palace!"
Shocked, puzzled, unforgivable...
Dongfang Ye clenched his hands, watching those little eunuchs desperately begging for mercy, but was still dragged down by the little maid and a group of guards.
"Queen, I haven't finished my homework today, since you have come to see me, then leave."
Lowering his eyes, Dongfang Ye said in a low voice, but he straightened the copybook and picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Imperial Concubine Qiu, the Imperial College is the most important place for the prince. Since the empress has already punished those accompanying students, let's leave now!"
Here, Taifu Zhao also came to salute.
Even if she is the only concubine in the harem, Taifu Zhao's words are respectful but not polite.
Taking a look at Mrs. Zhao, he looked at the empty Imperial College around him, and casually found a copy on the right side of Dongfang Ye, and Xia Qiu sat there too.
"It is said that Taifu Zhao is highly respected and knowledgeable. I would like to listen to you for a while today. Just pretend that I don't exist. Please, Taifu Zhao!"
Looking at the girl in a palace dress full of jewels sitting on the back of the copybook, although she was young, she just got angry just now, and her power was so powerful that even he, who is used to seeing the dragon's power, was a little scared.
After hesitating for a while, Taifu Zhao didn't say anything, picked up the scroll, shook his head and began to talk about "National Policy".
One afternoon, sitting in the Imperial College.
Xia Qiu felt drowsy when he heard it. Taifu Zhao was getting old, and he would pause three times when talking, and sometimes talked about the point of interest, not to mention citing scriptures and so on.
This inhuman lethality is definitely more hypnotizing than Xia Qiu's political teacher from junior high school to high school!
After half a day of homework was over, Dongfang Ye was still in a low mood. He silently packed his book bag, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then looked at his mother and concubine who had been by his side all the time.
At the moment, he was stunned again.