C79

That night, Zhu Yijun stayed at the Kunning Palace, so Wang Rong and Sui Li's bodies were unwell. At night, only two people slept next to each other, and on the second day, without waiting for Zhang Cheng to wake up, Zhu Yijun had already woken up.

Wang Rong was played with while she was still half asleep. She still wanted to refuse in her heart, but she was welcomed by Zhu Yijun as much as she wanted to, which added a bit of fun, until the time she needed to wake up, she was still messing around.

When Wang Rong thought about how the eunuchs of palace maid were already prepared to help Zhu Yijun out of bed, and about how they would listen to the sounds of the two people's movements after the tent was closed, she was angry and annoyed at the same time.

"Your Majesty should wake up." Wang Rong He said.

Zhu Yijun did not want to move, so Wang Rong held onto his hair bun, "Your majesty?"

"Why is it that the Emperor of the Tang Xuan Sect can no longer go to court early?" Zhu Yijun sat up, half-naked, and was about to open the curtains. Wang Rong pulled her, and with one hand, he tidied up his skirt, while the other hand went forward to help Zhu Yijun put on his bed clothes.

"Then your majesty will first have to obtain a peerless beauty like Imperial Noble Consort Yang." Wang Rong He said.

Zhu Yijun naturally spread open his hands and allowed his to serve. "Whoever we like is Imperial Noble Consort Yang, it's not necessary to be a peerless beauty. For example, Zitong, I don't want to leave you to go to the imperial court now, you are my Imperial Noble Consort Yang. "

"Although His Majesty has equated me with Imperial Noble Consort Yang, one of the four great beauties, I am not happy at all." Wang Ronghe said, "I want to live a peaceful life and die peacefully. I don't want to say goodbye to your majesty. "

"His Majesty must also be a wise king of his times, a wise king who lives forever. From the golden age of the Natal Opening Realm all the way to the great chaos of history, the Tang Xuan Sect has shaken the very foundation of our nation. "I don't want to be the woman who made His Majesty excuse. If such a woman appears in the harem, I will kill her."

"An excuse?" Zhu Yijun was acutely aware of the situation, "Do you think that Yang is not to be blamed for Tang Xuan Sect's late stage of insanity?"

"If His Majesty tells me about Imperial Noble Consort Yang again, I will tell eunuch not to select the Yang family's daughter in the next talent show. "Yang is a great surname, don't blame me for not having a beautiful lady." Wang Rong He said as she pulled up the curtains. palace maid was waiting outside with a set of toiletries.

Wang Rong first turned her head away from the screen, put on a simple set of clothes, then came out to serve Zhu Yijun. Although she would mostly just stand by the side, occasionally opening her mouth, and use her hands to support the jade pendant.

After sending His Majesty off respectfully, Wang Rong said to the others, "I want to take a bath."

"Now?" Hibiscus didn't understand, "But in terms of time —" Hibiscus's meaning was very clear.

Wang Rong He closed his eyes and bathed himself in the hot water. He even ruthlessly scrubbed himself. Was there any use in this? Would you feel clean? Wang Rong He opened his eyes and laughed at himself. "Forget it, I'll just comb my makeup."

Furong bowed her head in agreement. She did not understand why His Majesty would reveal such an expression when he saw that she was extremely good to the empress.

She couldn't stop Zhu Yijun from sleeping with others, and she couldn't stop Zhu Yijun from sleeping with her. Let's just put up with it for now. After a few years, the Emperor would only be able to sleep under a blanket for the first 15 years of his life.

Wang Ronghe sat in front of the dressing table, staring at himself in the mirror, lost in thought again. It turns out that the heart of the overturned, honest mirror reflection of the girl's complexion is excellent, Begonia spring sleep, the face is filled with emotion. Wang Rong and inappropriate thought of the old saying that women are flowers, men are watering.

It was truly ironic.

Wang Rong sat with her back to the dressing table, not wanting to look at her face after her love affair.

Water was poison to cactuses that did not want water.

Zhu Yijun sat in the imperial court, looking at the hundred officials being respectful and solemn, his mind thinking about the Tang Xuan Sect. Did the Tang Xuan Sect's late stage obfuscation have nothing to do with Imperial Noble Consort Yang? Other than the founding emperor and the newly ascended emperor, the historical emperors were all people who were born with incomparable talent. They were in charge of governance, and they were good at using people. They were like kings that governed the world. However, after being the emperor for a few decades, people would become sluggish. The emperor was also a person, plus, the country had already become prosperous after the early management. So, it was natural for emperors to secretly laze around and pursue pleasures.

Zhu Yijun asked himself, after becoming an emperor for twenty years, would he do as he pleased to enjoy life?

Zhu Yijun thought of himself. Since he was young, he had always sniffed the chicken, read and wrote, and did not dare to slack off for a single day. When he became a crown prince and emperor, besides studying, he also needed to learn how to rule the country. The scholar was allowed to rest on three, six, and nine day of the week, but the days of his studies did not stop. The official had a month of rest each year. As the emperor, he had two clean slaps to his face each time he rested.

Before he ascended the throne, her mother would summon him to kneel in front of her and ask if he knew his wrongs. After he ascended the throne, he would relax again, and her mother would go to the ancestral temple to kneel down.

Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Juzheng, who was standing at the first position on the left row. This chief assistant had very strict discipline towards him, he was a capable minister, Zhu Yijun knew that, but mother and Zhang Duo were the ones who were pressing down the two large mountains on the young overlord's body. Zhu Yijun didn't tell anyone else that he too, felt that this life was tough. Sometimes, he had a rebellious thought in his heart. He was the emperor, and the entire nation's power was supporting him. Why did he have to work so hard? It was not even comparable to the old farmers in the fields. They were the first few emperors who acted willfully and recklessly, but they were always restricted by their mother and head teacher Zhang.

But Zhu Yijun thought about it for a bit before he shook his head. He didn't know what he would look like in twenty years, but it was definitely not like this. If you don't want to go to court, then don't want to. If you want to go to Kunning Palace, then go to court. If you want to read a few pages, you will definitely not be as diligent and diligent as you are now.

Then the Emperor's neglect of power was a disadvantage that would inevitably appear in the late stage of the Emperor's rule for a long time. Was Imperial Noble Consort Yang an excuse? If the Yang siblings were not so extravagant, why would the Yang family, who had a high position and had a holy graciousness, only know how to plunder the people's wealth and arouse the anger of the people? How would there be chaos in history?

The founding of the Great Ancestor was the fruit of all kinds of efforts to observe the history of the imperial court. The imperial family laws set up by the imperial family, the empress coming from the commoners, the empress's mother clan only granted grace without real power, and the empress's mother's family even more so. Zhu Yijun thought that even if he pampered a Imperial Noble Consort Yang now, it would not cause chaos in history.

Even if a riding red earth concubine laughs, no one knows it is Litchi. However, as long as the imperial harem was not involved with the previous dynasty, what flowers could they come up with? The Emperor wanted to be good to his woman, so who could say anything?

After leaving the imperial court and returning to the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Yijun was still thinking about the question. He then answered one after another with a smile, and suddenly smiled and wrote a letter for Zhang Cheng to send over to the Kunning Palace.

Zhang Cheng was clearly confused as to why he had to write a letter to go to Kunning Palace, but he could only attribute it to the interest of his Majesty and empress as he jogged to deliver the letter.

Wang Rong He, who had returned from the two palaces to settle down, had already changed into his usual attire. The two candidates who came to play the zither yesterday were here again today. Wang Rong and the two servants that she had invited to play with as background music were not specially summoned because of Zhu Yijun. Wang Rong said that Zhu Yijun was a coincidence, and was not joking.

Wang Rong He felt a bit listless sitting in front of the zither, so he asked, "Your Majesty, you gave me such an evaluation yesterday. Do you think I no longer have the qualifications to serve you?"

Wang Rong and her beautiful eyes were filled with uneasiness. It was clear that after being called back home yesterday, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to sleep well last night.

"Don't worry." Wang Rong He slowly comforted her, "Your Majesty is still young, and the people watching you only know how to look good on the skin and look good on the bones."

The other concierge looked at Wang Rong and asked, "Empress, does this consort have a bone for beauty?"

Wang Rong He just smiled and did not speak. The two servants immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to ask anymore. They calmed their minds and stroked their strings, their voices gradually growing louder. In any case, they were the lowest level candidates in the palace. If it weren't for the empress summoning them, they probably wouldn't have been able to meet with the emperor even after the flowering period.

empress chose them because it was to their favor. Even if they could not accept the favor, walking around the Kunning Palace every day would not be harsh on them. Thinking of this, the zither music became even more earnest.

Zhang Cheng's letter was delivered at this moment. He stood at the side waiting with his hands hanging by his sides. His Majesty's letter wasn't long, perhaps the Empress would answer his letter soon and ask him to bring it back.

Wang Rong He looked and Zhu Yijun asked her: "Do you really know how to kill people?"

Wang Rong was stunned for a moment, then recalled the conversation this morning and found it funny. He was just casually sighing, and she was also just casually dealing with it. Why did she write him a letter and ask him about it, it seemed that she was thinking about finding a question today.

For a moment, Wang Rong did not know how to write this down. She did not know whether to perfunctory or serious exchange. Wang Rong looked at the table, and thought crazily that day. She asked someone to paste the screen on the brick bed, and at the end, Zhu Yijun's seal and her seal touched together, looking kind of intimate.

Forget it, if I have something to say to you, I won't lie to you. Wang Rong He said.

She wrote: When I was a child, there were swallows nesting in the porch of my bedroom. When I found out that there were little swallows chirping in there, I wouldn't let the servants move. But one day when I came back from my grandmother's, I saw a little swallow lying on the porch, dead. Maybe it was a naughty little swallow, moving around in its nest when its mother wasn't there, and then there was nothing after that. I was very surprised and very sad. I went to dig a hole under the crabapple tree in the garden and buried it. If someone had asked me, would you have killed? I would have told him that I was sorry to see a bird die in vain, let alone a human being.