Chapter 180： Fanwai Sixteen

"Hou Pingchang, no one in the whole world cherishes his life more than me," Gu Yuanbai said by himself, and smiled happily. "Although the medicinal materials are expensive, I still have to say that the taste is really not very good. Every time I took it, I wanted to throw a basket of licorice in it."

Hou Pingchang couldn’t help sighing in his heart that God’s will tricks people, the saint has been dormant for so many years, and the patience (sexual xing) is not the same as the city government, and the **** are so open-minded and hearty, why the **** must play tricks on this young emperor, must give How about such a dragged body?

He laughed a few times, and Wen Sheng said a few words with the emperor.

Soon, someone came to announce which side won and which side lost. Gu Yuanbai nodded as he listened and said, "Reward."

The chief guard glanced at the sky, and a few steps forward, he whispered to persuade Gu Yuanbai to return to the palace. The early dynasty of the Da Heng Dynasty was once every two days. Today, I just came to see the Cuju game when nothing happened. Gu Yuanbai originally wanted to go around the capital, but after persuading him, he also dispelled this idea, leaving a few palace servants. Here, the guards boarded the carriage.

Pyeongchang Hou Gong sent his son to leave, and was about to take his son back to the house, but he heard that his son had gone with the eldest son of the Hubu Shangshu who did not know where he was going. Pyeongchang Hou was startled, his anger rose again, and he returned alone with a calm face. Fuzhong.

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When the sky (color) was getting dark, Pingchang Houfu welcomed the prince. Hou Pingchang had people waiting in the front yard. As soon as Li Yan just stepped into the house, he was called into the study by his father.

"After the Lord left today, I realized that you had left ahead of time," Pingchang Hou said angrily. "You dare to leave before the Lord moved. You are so bold!"

Li Yan swallowed when he mentioned that the saint, he was afraid that he would be discovered, and said hurriedly: "Father, guess what I saw today? When I was playing on the street, I saw Xue Yuan's servant in the downtown area. The middle vertical horse is galloping, he is too arrogant!"

Hou Pingchang frowned: "Zongma is busy? No, I have to write a book to the saint."

Li Yan quietly exited the study, and he was relieved when he returned to his room. He let everyone around him get out. The door was closed, the candle was lighted, and the warm scroll in his arms was spread flat on the table.

Privately hiding the scrolls on the saints is a big deal of rebellion. How can Sheng Yan hide in the bedroom of a small elementary school so casually?

As Pyeongchang Hou Shizi, Li Yan naturally knew this truth. But he just couldn't control it, and he always felt excited and excited in his heart. When facing the sage, he felt scared and uneasy, but he had to look away from the sage and felt unwilling.

He didn't have any bad intentions, and he didn't plan to use this portrait to do anything bad. He just felt that the saint was really good-looking, and it would be a pity not to paint it.

Li Yan moved cautiously, and in the picture scroll was a very noble man. The man’s eyebrows and eyes were drawn by Li Yankou, the painter hand-painted, and the ink on the face underneath is very light. This is for cover-up purposes. No one except him and Tang Mian can know that part of the painting is a saint. on.

The eyebrows and eyebrows of the sage have a special charm, but the painter has never seen it with his own eyes. Li Yan looked at it for a while and said in frustration: "I also said that it is a painting of the capital. What kind of thing is this painting? It looks like a **** but not like me. The painter."

After cursing for a while, carefully put the picture scroll away and put it in the hidden drawer beside the bed. When Li Yan went to the couch, he remembered the scene of seeing him on the Saint Today.

I don’t know if this lack of manners will make Sheng Shang not like him. He doesn’t know what he looks like when he kicks Cuju today. He must be blushing and his neck is thick. The Sheng praises him for being handsome. No matter how handsome he is when kicking Cuju, he is not good-looking. .

Thinking about it and going, Li Yancai was stunned (sleeping Shui).

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Gu Yuanbai naturally didn't know the thoughts of the young boy. He was waited on, washed and changed clothes. His face (color) was a little pale in the evening. Tian Fusheng asked softly: "The little one will press his head on the saint?"

On the Ming Huanglong couch, three beautiful ladies in thin clothes knelt beside Gu Yuanbai, silently wiping the emperor's wet black hair with a towel.

"No need," Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes, enduring the discomfort in his body, "Let your little apprentice come over and beat my leg."

Tian Fusheng hurriedly called the little apprentice. The little **** knelt under the dragon couch, thumping his legs proficiently. He couldn't help but feel good about his craftsmanship.

After the black hair was wiped (gan gan), the three court ladies quietly got out of the bed and walked out barefoot.

"Tian Fusheng," Gu Yuanbai said suddenly, in a lazy voice, as if he was about to sleep (Shui), "How are things I asked you to do?"

Tian Fusheng: "Holy Lord, everything goes well."

"Well," Gu Yuanbai said, "The previous batch of people sent out are all my painstaking efforts. Let them pay attention to what they do. The news is nothing but the most important thing to live."

"Yes, I will say it again tomorrow."

Three years ago, Gu Yuanbai secretly sent someone to adopt a group of orphans, gave them food, clothing and shelter, taught them the ability to read and read and (kill sha) the enemy, and the daily non-stop brainwashing education eventually became Gu. A sharp blade in Yuan Bai's hands.

They only listened to the emperor's words, and they did what the emperor asked them to do. A year ago, Gu Yuanbai singled out 400 of the most loyal people and let them sneak into the mansions of the courtiers, borders and places. Among the defenders, there are more than these, as well as the imperial army in the palace and the guards around him also have these people lurking. This knife played a vital role in pulling down the power minister Lu Feng.

Gu Yuanbai secretly named it the Supervisory Office, and a huge net slowly spread across Daheng’s land in secret. Among the people sent by the Supervisory Office, some of them have gained military merits, and the bad ones are still being searched in the minister's office. The opportunity to advance, the news from them, has begun to have shocking power.

This is only one year, Gu Yuanbai is not in a hurry, he is a little drowsy (Shui Shui): "Settle it."

Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei, Qing Dynasty Luanyiwei, Gu Yuanbai also wanted to form a bright elite team, just listen to his words, body (strong qiang) strong armored soldiers. The various ideas in his mind are endless. The Supervision Office and the elite team on the bright side can complement each other and supervise each other. He even thought of a name for this team, called Dong Lingwei, an eagle with sharp claws in his hand, but unfortunately, no matter how much he thinks about it, he still lacks the capital of revolution.

Gu Yuanbai didn't know which step he could do before he died, but if he did nothing, it would be particularly uncomfortable.

Tian Fu turned off the lamp and retreated silently. When he arrived outside the temple, he nodded with the chief guard, and said in a low voice, "Holy Lord is tired today."

The chief guard's surname was Zhang, and his name was Zhang Xu. He was so heroic and mighty, but he was also very tall. This was the chief guard who was personally selected from the Forbidden Army. Zhang Xu was grateful for his appreciation and decided to Guarding the safety of the saint and being loyal to the saint is one-hearted.

The chief guard sighed and said distressedly: "Holy Lord, happy today."

Tian Fusheng couldn't help but nodded, "If there is something like this next time, the younger one has to beg the sage to see it. If the sage can be happy, the younger one will have to play a kick even if he folds his waist. Cuju is shown to Sheng."

The head guard was silent for a while, and the guards standing opposite him rushed to wink his eyebrows. The head guard twisted for a while and said, "We brothers are also good at kicking Cuju."

Among them, many of them still specialize in training because they like them. All of them are good players. They are very fancy and eye-catching.

Tian Fusheng chuckled, and chrysanthemums appeared on his face, "Since Zhang Shiwei said that, the young one remembered it. When he turned to the sage to ask, the young one said it to the sage. It's also able to be touched by the light of the Holy Spirit. It depends on the skill of the guards."

Several people were talking and laughing. Tian Fusheng heard a few meows in the corner. He trot over with his face (color) unchanged. After a while, he walked back with joy, "Jiang Wei, a famous doctor has entered Beijing. !"

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There was news from the people in the Supervision Office that a traveler had entered Beijing from Huainan. This traveler had excellent medical skills, but he did not cure the powerful in his life. When Tian Fusheng told Gu Yuanbai the news, Gu Yuanbai was not happy. He squinted his eyes slightly, and he was still wearing the heavy dragon robe he used to go up to.