Zi'an sighed in his heart, those were all your legitimate women, but you didn't want to see your own women, but kept thinking about the woman who didn't belong to you.
Are all men in the world so shameless
The emperor was not ready to stop talking, and continued to ask: "I heard that the second son and your mother are now in close contact, is that right?"
Zi'an didn't know what he was thinking, but such questioning really made him panic. "Well, I haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know if the two of them are as close as the emperor said."
Neither deny nor confirm, it's ambiguous.
The emperor smiled slowly, "Zi'an, are you afraid of me?"
Of course I am afraid. You are the one who holds the power of life and death. You are the emperor!
Zi'an certainly wouldn't say that, he just asked in surprise: "Why would the emperor say that? The emperor is the prince's elder brother, we are family, how can we be afraid of family members who are so close?"
"A family?" The emperor chewed on this sentence carefully, then raised his head and looked at Zi'an, "If the second son really wants to marry your mother, the order of the generations will be messed up."
Zi'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If you marry my mother, wouldn't the generations be messed up
Zi'an didn't know what to say, so he just said calmly, "That's their business, it's not appropriate for any of us to interfere, let it be. Mother once said that being single is good now, and I guess she hasn't thought about finding someone to marry."
"But a woman must find a husband and a man to rely on for life. Who in the world can match a woman as extraordinary as her? I hope there won't be another man like your father."
"Once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years. I'm afraid mother won't think about this problem for the time being." Zi'an said quickly.
"Who was bitten by a snake?"
A loud voice sounded, and Murong Jie appeared behind the curtain. He opened it and strode in.
When Zi'an saw him coming, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "You said you were afraid of Aunt Ah She."
Murong Jie said: "I am not afraid."
Zian shrugged.
"How are you today, my brother?" Murong Jie asked.
The emperor sat up a little and said, "I feel much better, thanks to Zi'an."
After saying that, he looked at Zi'an and asked, "Did your mother teach you how to be a doctor?"
Zi'an shook his head, "No, my mother doesn't know any medical skills. I just learned from an old doctor."
"Your master must be very remarkable to have taught such an outstanding apprentice." The emperor praised, "I wonder if you could introduce him to the palace so I can meet him?"
Zi'an smiled and said, "Master has long gone to an unknown place. Even I have no way of knowing his whereabouts."
"Oh? What's his name? How about I send someone to look for him?" The emperor seemed to be in a fight with Zi'an today and wanted to know everything.
Zi'an was stunned for a moment. "I don't even know the master's name. I only know his last name is Lao."
teacher.
After hearing what she said, the emperor finally stopped asking questions and looked at Murong Jie, "Is the court suspended? Have all parties been settled? Have the year-end rewards been distributed?"
"They've gone down and are taking the big pieces of fat meat back to celebrate the New Year." Murong Jie said with a smile.
The imperial court would distribute extra mutton and pork before the Chinese New Year every year, which was called the New Year's food gift. It was distributed according to official rank. A first-rank official could get two sheep and one pig, and so on. All officials who went to the yamen could get one pound of pork and one pound of mutton.
The emperor breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly, "I thought I couldn't make it through this year, but I didn't expect to make it through another year. All in all, I have been on the throne for more than twelve years."
"There are still twenty-two years, thirty-two years, and forty-two years left. You are talking nonsense." Murong Jie said with a gloomy face.
The emperor looked at him, smiled slowly, his eyes gentle, "You, now that you are married, you should hurry up and have a big fat boy with Zi'an to appease the queen mother."
Zi'an said nothing. Even if she wanted to have a baby, she couldn't.
"Well, I'll work hard. Look, I'm working hard at night." Murong Jie said shamelessly, as if he was talking about serious business.
Zi An was not interested in hearing them talk about sex in front of him, so he said, "Okay, I'll go to the Empress Dowager. The chief steward of the inner court asked me to submit the budget for next year, and I'll go and consider it."
After saying that, he stood up, bowed and said, "Zi'an, take your leave!"
As soon as she walked out, she heard Murong Jie humbly ask: "I see that all the ladies in the harem are plump, I wonder how they maintain their bodies? I have a skinny cow at home, no matter how much I eat, I won't get fat."
Zi'an vomited three kilograms of blood and passed away so quickly that it was impossible to listen.
The inner court did a very good job in keeping the palace's accounts this time, and Zi'an was very satisfied. She thought all the budgets for next year were reasonable, but there were still some differences from what she had requested.
However, you can't change from a fat person to a thin person immediately, you have to take it slowly.
Qingning Pavilion is the most uneasy place in the entire prince's mansion and the imperial palace.
After Prince Nan Huai's plan failed, he came back and scolded Sun Fang'er, but Sun Fang'er still can't understand why the emperor did not reveal his true identity that day.
This is almost impossible.
During this period of time, she has been making fake faces, wanting to know the secret, but no matter what she added, she could not make a face that could last for more than two hours in the howling wind. Moreover, Prince Nan Huai came back and said that the face was as good as new, and he was sure that the emperor did not change his face.
For a person with a strong thirst for knowledge, these days were enough to torment her, so every time she saw Xia Zian, she looked at him with resentment.
Finally, on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, she couldn't help but go find Zi'an.
Zi'an had just gotten up and was planning to go to Prince Liang's Mansion. Murong Jie had already gone to the military camp early in the morning, saying that he was going to hold a party for the soldiers in the camp and might not come back tonight.
As soon as she left the yard, she saw Xiaosun leading Sun Fanger in. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What a rare guest!"
Sun Fanger looked at Zi'an's face and resisted the urge to tear him apart. "I want to talk to you for a few words. Is that okay?"
Zi'an said: "I can give you a quarter of an hour. I'm very busy today."
Zi'an naturally knew why she came. She had been waiting for Sun Fang'er to come and ask during this period of time. She had thought it would take at most ten days, but she didn't expect that she would have to wait until almost the New Year.
After entering, Sun Fang'er didn't beat around the bush and asked directly: "I want to know, on the day of the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony, how did you keep the emperor's face from showing red spots? I know you used a fake face, but in the weather that day, the fake face couldn't last for two hours, and you couldn't change it in the imperial carriage, because you couldn't ride in the imperial carriage with the emperor."
"Can't you figure it out?" Zi'an chuckled.
"I can't figure it out. I don't know how you did it. What secret recipe did you use for your fake face?" Sun Fang'er asked with a straight face.
Zi'an looked at her, "How long does it take to tear off a face?"
Sun Fang'er was stunned. "It's very simple. Just cover it with your sleeve and you can tear it off. It only takes a blink of an eye."
"Yes, that's right. In the blink of an eye, do you think the emperor can't do it?" Zi'an chuckled. "Okay, I have to go."
(End of this chapter)