She can tell just how bad-tempered the Holy Majesty is today, after only watching one episode, although these words are all true, but if she really went to tell His Majesty, she might be beaten again! Hua Chun was a little timid, looking innocently at the old men in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to shake his head to refuse.
However, before she finished shaking her head, an old man with age spots on his face suddenly wailed:
"Prime Minister!"
The voice was so loud that Hua Chun trembled in fright, and looked at him in horror.
Li Zhongtang said with a trembling voice: "If even you dare not speak faithfully again, this country will undoubtedly perish! Instead of watching the country defeated by the late emperor before our eyes, the old ministers might as well go directly to the late emperor!"
When he opened his mouth, the rest of the people also echoed, with the determination to die and the grief of subjugation on their faces:
"If the prime minister doesn't want to take any more risks, then please collect the corpses for the veterans. You don't want to bury the bones in Qingshan, but you want to stay away from Yanjing! It's really shameless to face the ancestors of the Yuwen family!"
The wailing sounded one after another, like a memorial service. Those outside who didn't know the situation couldn't help but poked their heads in to take a look, for fear that Prime Minister Hua had suddenly traveled westward on a crane.
Hua Chun looked at them with a troubled expression.
Everyone in front of her is quite old. According to her seniority, she probably has to be called grandpa. If she begged her like this, she really couldn't bear to refuse. But to promise, it really takes some courage.
Rubbing his own buttocks, Hua Chun murmured softly, "I've been hurt for a hundred days, so it's a little late for you to pass these on to me?"
Upon hearing this, Grand Master Tang at the front pretended to cry just now, but laughed immediately in the next second, and took out a few dog skin plasters from his sleeve and handed them to her:
"Prime Minister, don't worry! The old minister specially came to deliver medicine today. With this Shujing Huoluo Ointment, you can guarantee that you will be able to go to the field tomorrow!"
so amazing? Hua Chun stretched out his hand to take it and looked at it. The smell of the medicine was pungent, and it was hard to be reassured by looking at the darkness. However, she has read some ancient books, and there are many unofficial histories that tell the magic of ancient plasters. Seeing how nervous these old men are about her, they probably won't harm her, right
After thinking for a while, Hua Chun said: "Then try this medicine first, if it is cured tomorrow, then I will go to the palace to face the saint. If it is not cured... please don't embarrass me, my lords."
"Hey." The old officials all laughed, nodded in response, and comforted her with nagging before leaving.
Pintan went out to see off the guests, and came back after paying attention to the etiquette, squatting beside the bed and looking at her worriedly: "Master, take care of yourself."
How is she going to take care of herself? With the identity of Prime Minister Hua, he is committing suicide every day! Hua Chun grimaced, handed her the plaster and motioned her to stick it on, then lay down on the pillow and sighed.
Chun, three feet of life, a college graduate, how could his fate be so ill-fated, full of disasters? She would dress up as a concubine or something during time travel, or at least she would be a stunningly glamorous famous prostitute of the generation. Fortunately, she would be fine if she became a man, but she would still be a man who could not get along with the emperor.
What hatred and what resentment? Who will tell her whether she can go back to modern times if she dies here? If she can, she will stop struggling and go directly to the palace to point at the emperor and scold her, then lie down and go home.
Resting with his eyes closed, feeling the coolness on his buttocks, Hua Chun felt a little sleepy, and fell asleep directly in a daze.
"Jinghua."
When I was sleeping soundly, I seemed to hear someone talking.
"Come back, Jinghua."
Foodies are rampant these days, and even the obsession with ham sausage is so deep? Huachun Bar smacked his mouth, and an advertisement that he often saw on TV when he was a child vaguely appeared in his mind-the essence of ham sausage, the king of lean meat!
I don't know who cared so much about the old brand, and even came to her ear to call.
Turning his head, Hua Chun continued to sleep soundly, somehow he seemed to be flying in mid-air, overlooking the whole city. There are no modern high-rise buildings. Looking down, there are all antique pavilions.
A little familiar.
"This is Yanjing, don't you remember?" Someone sighed.
Yenching? Hua Chun was not soberly thinking, isn't Yanjing the same as Nanjing? The ancient capital of the Six Dynasties in history, the place where she lived, how can I not remember this, but the ancient and modern ones are really different.
The dense fog dispersed, she seemed to have grown wings, and flew all the way across the streets of Yanjing, red lanterns and high cornices flashed in front of her eyes, and further ahead there was a palace with red walls and yellow tiles, the majestic imperial palace The door opened, and all the way in were palace people with their heads down.
Continue to go in, cross the eight jade steps, and suddenly see the person sitting on the dragon chair.
Hua Chun was a little silly, she actually saw the domineering and cool emperor sleeping with his forehead propped up during the day.
His eyelashes are really long, as black and dense as a small brush. When she closed her eyes, it wasn't as scary as it looked during the day. Her sturdy body was like a sculpture, and she couldn't help but want to reach out and poke her biceps.
However, before she got close, Yu Wenjie opened his eyes suddenly, and the sharp light shot out from them, which made her heart sink in fright, her limbs tensed up, as if she was falling suddenly, and her whole body suddenly woke up.
Opening his eyes, there was still the carved wooden fence at the head of the bed in front of him, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Hua Chun's back, and he was stunned for a long time without recovering.