After Ma Xi arrived at the Imperial Garden, Wu Heng had been waiting there for a long time, and his spirit was still sluggish as if he was dying of illness. Queen Yu Rong waited on her side carefully, her eyes full of worry.
Seeing Wu Zheng coming in, Yu Rong's eyes just looked at whether Wu Heng was still cutting the autumn water, and when they fell on Wu Zheng's head, they became cold eyebrows and pointed at Qianfu.
"Your kid is finally willing to come, what time is it?"
Wu Zheng said, "Niangniang forgive me. The minister did not sleep all night and had a fight with others all night. I was really tired, so I overslept this morning."
As soon as Yu Rong heard the anger in his heart, it was clear that this kid was pulling the matter the night before, complaining about the way his Majesty handled it.
Wu Heng opened his eyes and looked at Wu Zheng, "Are you kidding me for not being able to give me a satisfactory explanation?"
"Your Majesty, don't say that, how dare the minister!"
"Dare you know in your heart, but... That's right, I'm indeed a bit useless as an emperor."
"Your Majesty!" His Majesty Yu Rong said that she had done nothing for her husband's injustice. When she felt unbalanced, she would naturally not forget to stare at the culprit who made her angry.
Anyway, his eyes were undead. Wu Zheng was most afraid of this. Shaking his clothes, he was relaxed, and he just whistle provocatively in the face of Yu Rong's anger.
When meeting such a person, Yu Rong couldn't help it. Usually in the palace, none of the people next to him was shivering at his own stare, but when he met Wu Zheng, he was able to bounce your gaze back so that people could steal a chicken without eating a handful of rice.
Yu Rong was also helpless, and when he met such a guy, he was stunned, and one day he would have to anger him alive.
Ma Xi on the side was a little envious of Wu Zheng. Among the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, Wu Zheng was probably the only one who dared to speak such unobstructed words, and his Majesty had nothing to do with him.
Seeing that Wu Heng's will was a little depressed, Wu Zheng was also a little sorry for what he had just said. There is no way that he is a person who can't see anyone pretending to be pitiful in front of him.
So Wu Zheng said: "I wonder if your Majesty has ever heard a word?"
Before Wu Heng could speak, Yu Rong rushed to say, "What? If it's not something nice, don't speak up and we won't listen to each other."
Wu Zheng said: "I don’t know if it’s a good thing. Anyway, I think it’s a good one. To ask the heavens to descend to the people of Sri Lanka, you must first suffer from your will, work your muscles, hungry your skin, and become empty. The body, behavior, and behavior are disrupting what he does, so he is tempted to endure what he cannot do."
Yu Rong smiled slightly. This was a good thing Mencius said. She was still worried before and didn't know how to comfort her husband! Unexpectedly, this kid doesn't usually adjust, and it still has a little effect when the half-key is pressed.
When Wu Heng heard this, he couldn't help but sit up and say: "People persevere, and then they can change, be trapped in the heart, weigh in the worry, and then work; levy in the color, speak in the voice, and then metaphor. If you go out, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will die, and then you will know that you are born in sorrow and die in peace."
After listening to Wu Zheng, he immediately gave a thumbs up and said: "Dashan! Does your majesty feel much better when he thinks about this?"
Wu Heng smiled and glared at Wu Zheng, and said, "Glib and tongue. Okay, hurry up and teach me your Tai Chi Chuan before the hour!"
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Somewhere in the depths of the palace, the stone room was dim, and the damp stone room was divided into several small rooms by thick-armed iron bars, which looked like an underground labyrinth from a distance.
Looking from a distance through the gaps in these iron cages, one could vaguely see a guy in a prison suit being dropped into the air.
Looking closer, who else could this be if it wasn't Tanakashu
The black clothes on his body were stripped off, and he was replaced with the common white blasphemy clothes, and the big word "Prisoner" was put on his chest like a seal.
After careful treatment, the wounds on his face are now scabs, except for the two blood holes on his shoulders. At this time, he was nailed to the wall by those two holes.
In fact, it should be said that it was embedded in the wall. A groove was cut out in a large-shaped stone wall. At this time, Tanaka was embedded there. There are iron bars on the hands, feet, and neck.... (End of this chapter)