As for really liking her, Gong Yimo never thought about the possibility at all. Who would have such feelings for someone who raised her sister like a mother? It's not a pervert, and in Gong Jue's cognition, she is his blood relative! This was a big deal in ancient times, so she didn't think Gong Jue would have any idea about her.
As she spoke, she walked over to the table to pick up the teapot. Xiner saw it and quickly packed up and came over to pick up the teapot and pour tea for her.
Gong Jue's heart turned upside down again. The difference was that it was because of despair before, but this time it was much more complicated, scared, happy, sour, hesitant...
He didn't know how to tell the imperial sister that the palace servant had drugged him last night. After he felt that something was wrong, he hurriedly locked himself in the room by himself. All he thought about was her figure!
… with a sweet smile, a scowling face, a lazy and blurred face… and… the snow-white skin she wore in her homemade simple clothes while practicing martial arts… her red lips when she pouted to teach him… He thought he was going crazy, so he soaked it up. overnight in cold water.
But I didn't want to, the next day I was still restless and had a fever, so in order to concentrate, I started to carve... But what was carved turned out to be her appearance! He was flustered, surprised and delighted. It just so happened that the Fourteenth Prince said that, and he stabbed him in his mind at once, and he also maliciously slandered her.
Seeing that Gong Jue didn't answer for a long time, Gong Yimo looked back a little strangely, but saw Gong Jue's expression suddenly became aggrieved, and asked with a pair of deserted black jade eyes, "Don't even the emperor believe me, that wooden figurine... Originally I also want to give it to the Queen."
When he said this, Gong Yimo believed most of it, and didn't ask any further questions, asking people to pass the meal. Today, after a day of tossing, she was tired and hungry, and she couldn't turn her head.
However, Gong Jue endured the loss in his heart and secretly let out a sigh of relief.
He can't say.
He said that not only the royal father would not tolerate her, but the world would also use the most malicious attitude to slander her.
This era is already harsh on women, unless he has the power to suppress all public opinion...
Unless he gets stronger!
The thought has never been stronger! It was so strong that his whole body was shaking.
Gong Yimo... ah! Gong Yimo!
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Time is a pig-killing knife. Two years have passed in a flash. Now Gong Jue is eleven and Gong Yimo is twelve years old.
If you want to say what is the most talked about in recent years, it must be how Princess Chaoyang is favored! I don't know why, the emperor suddenly doted on the princess from the cold palace, and even the prince was far less than that.
She likes to eat cold drinks, and there are ice cubes in the small kitchen of Tai Chi Hall all year round.
She was not used to using buckets, and the palace built the sewers according to the drawings she gave, and built water towers and filters in the Gong Nei River with exhausted manpower. Since then, every palace has "tap water", which saves the servants a lot of trouble. Less effort.
There are countless things like this, and without knowing it, she has done a lot of good things.
The sewer pipes have been used in the capital. In order to keep things clean, the princess also vacated something like "cotton paper" for use in the toilet, and then improved the papermaking technique, which greatly facilitated the students' daily life, not to mention movable type. Printing and hard pen these things.
There seemed to be endless whimsy in that little head, no wonder the emperor spoiled her so much, and even the common people were grateful to her.
The side hall of Zhaoyang Palace.
Gong Sheng sat high on the dragon chair, leaning over to listen to the ministers' discussions. This was a place similar to a study, so everyone was not as strict as they were in the main hall, and when he sat down, he was not a prince or a high-ranking minister, but a princess. At this time, she was also sitting crookedly on the soft chair, and her movements were akin to Gong Sheng's.
How can there be female relatives present when a country is discussing politics? Many old ministers showed dissatisfaction, but some young courtiers had accepted this fact, and they even felt that not taking the princess directly to court was the result of the emperor's restraint.
At this time, they put the unresolved matters in the court to the Zhaoyang Hall for discussion, which is considered to be overtime.
Gong Yimo yawned in disbelief, attracting a group of old officials to look at each other angrily!
Now they are discussing the drought in Xizhou every year, and there is no good plan for a while.
Xizhou is a basin. Because there is no water source, the people there are very short of water for living, not to mention planting. Sometimes the heaven is not beautiful, and the plants that endure drought are not harvested. Therefore, there are two years in three years that need relief from the emperor, which is considered an old man. problem.
Everyone talked for a long time, but there was no good plan. Someone rolled their eyes, glanced at Gong Jue, and said solemnly.
"The land in Xizhou is barren, and the people suffer from sandstorms and droughts all the year round, and live very hard. Now is a peaceful and prosperous age. Presumably, the king of Xizhou does not need so many soldiers and horses. If half of the 100,000 soldiers and horses are taken back, presumably the pressure on the court will be much easier. "
Gong Jue heard the words, squinted at him, and smiled coldly.
At the age of eleven, he was half a head taller than Gong Yimo, with cold eyebrows and handsome temperament, and he had already grown into a son of Zhuo Shijia. But in the past two years, he has always been clumsy in listening to Gong Yimo's words, giving the impression that apart from his martial arts, he has no strengths.
As for the issue of drought in the Western Zhou Dynasty, he had mentioned it to the emperor before. Since the last time the queen mother was on her birthday, he had a close relationship with the king of Zhenxi. Because of the geological problems in Xizhou, someday someone will use this. He was worried about using an excuse to seize the military power in the hands of his grandfather, but Huangjie's eyes lit up when she heard it, and she said that it was an opportunity.
Thinking that Gong Jue couldn't help but look at the sleepy girl, her eyebrows softened instantly.
This old minister's words also make some sense. Every year, disaster relief is required. If there is a battle to be fought, it will definitely be easier if there are fewer people. Therefore, a few people followed suit.
But this is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. Gong Che frowned slightly, always feeling that this method has hidden dangers and is not feasible.
At this time, Zuo Xiang stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the old minister thinks that Lord Pu is right. The King of Zhenxi has guarded Xizhou for several years, but he is helpless in the face of the severe drought in Xizhou. It must be because he is too old to take on this important task again. It’s time to go back to Beijing to retire.”
In his words, he actually pushed this problem that no one could solve, and put it all on the incompetent under the jurisdiction of the King of Zhenxi, and told him to return to Beijing to retire. In the capital, the King of Zhenxi, who has no military power, is just an idle old man. It will be a good thing not to say bless the family and not suffer.
The emperor knew this truth, and he didn't want to change people for the time being, and he really couldn't solve this problem, so he couldn't help but look down at Gong Yimo.
"Emperor, what do you think about this?"
Seeing the emperor go to ask the princess what she thinks of the political affairs, many ministers were displeased.
Gong Yimo was about to fall asleep. When she heard the emperor's summons, she opened her eyes blankly and asked what was going on.