Chapter 287: Late-night imperial decree: Enter the palace to sleep with me? No
Chapter 287: Late-night imperial decree: Enter the palace to sleep with me? No...
royal palace.
The twinkling lights melt the night.
In stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of Zhangtai, this palace city is always quiet and majestic.
"Your Majesty, Lord Yuan has been sent out." To the door of the imperial study, Mo Chou walked slowly, stopped outside, and reported softly to the empress who was standing at the door, looking out into the dark night.
Xu Zhenguan said "hmm" softly, his expression solemn and tired.
"Your Majesty is worried about the Taicang Silver Mine?"
Mo Chou spoke softly, and it was more like she was waiting for the empress to make a decision than asking.
Xu Zhen looked at the night and said:
"The Great Yu Dynasty has never had a moment of peace, and I, the emperor, have never had a moment of leisure either."
Mo Chou listened to the empress's sigh. For a moment, she felt distressed. She comforted her:
"Your Majesty, this matter has not been verified yet and may not be true..."
Xu Zhenguan raised his hand to stop her from speaking, turned around, smiled, and said:
“There is no need to say these words. From the day the new policy was launched, I had already anticipated that there would be many obstacles.
It's not surprising that something happened in Taicang. Compared to the situation in the past few years, isn't it much better now? "
Mo Chou exhaled lightly, feeling relieved:
"Your Majesty, if you think so, I feel relieved. But how should we deal with the Taicang issue?
This matter is of great importance and involves the new policy, so we must not neglect it. Especially if it is really as serious as what is said in the letter, we should send an imperial censor to investigate as soon as possible."
Xu Zhenguan hesitated for a moment, as if weighing something, and did not respond immediately.
At this moment, a young eunuch suddenly came running hurriedly from the distance, holding a lantern in his hand.
The two girls stopped talking and looked over in confusion. They waited for the eunuch to stop and then said:
"Your Majesty, the banquet at Zhangtai Garden is about to end. The Grand Master has ordered his attendants to pass on a message so that Your Majesty can rest assured."
Xu Zhenguan was surprised and asked, "Grand Master, you are thoughtful. Did anything go wrong at the banquet tonight?"
The eunuch shook his head: "No, everything went well. It is said that at the poetry meeting later, the princess won the applause of the whole audience..."
Xu Zhenguan was not surprised at all. He temporarily suppressed the news from Taicang and said with interest:
"Has Jun Ling written any good poems again?"
The eunuch said with shame:
"I don't know. If your majesty wants to hear it, I will send someone to find out."
Xu Zhenguan waved his hand and smiled:
"There's no need to make such a big fuss, but, Grand Master, are you here just to report that you're safe?"
"No, the Grand Tutor sent me a poem. It is said that it was written by Zhao Du'an when the banquet was over, while he was drunk. The Grand Tutor said that Your Majesty might be interested, so he sent it to you for you to see."
As the eunuch spoke, he pulled out a folded piece of poem without a single wrinkle from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.
Zhao Duan’s poems?
That guy can write poetry?
Mo Chou was stunned for a moment and expressed doubt out of habit, but after being slapped in the face so many times, she had learned her lesson.
His...poetry?
A hint of surprise appeared on Xu Zhenguan's pale face. He thought that the poem that was personally sent by the Grand Tutor must be special.
I couldn't help but become curious, and I raised my hand, and the ink and paper floated into my hand.
Xu Zhenguan unfolded the paper with his bare hands and looked down.
The first thing I saw was the calligraphy that was not very pretty, even a little ugly. I frowned and laughed in my heart:
It really is that guy's work.
However, when she read the words of the poem, the slight ridicule was replaced by the unbridled talent and emotions in the poem:
Tonight I am drunk and sleeping among the prostitutes in the capital of the Yu Dynasty, drinking with princes and nobles.
The "flowers and willows" here do not refer to the place of fireworks, but to the singing girls and dancers at the banquet, like fresh flowers or willows swaying in the gentle breeze.
The five marquises and seven nobles are imaginary numbers, referring to princes, nobles and important officials in the court.
The next sentence is, in front of the heroes, with a dignified demeanor, how could you ever lag behind others in your elegance?
The first half of the sentence undoubtedly describes the fight with Tianhai in the arena during the day. The second half of the sentence alludes to the literary gathering tonight, where the poetic style is still as good as others.
Xu Zhenguan was slightly distracted.
Through these two lines of poetry, she seemed to witness with her own eyes how Zhao Duan was congratulated and surrounded by the dignitaries of the capital at the banquet tonight, with fire boiling and oil boiling, and flowers blooming.
How could he not be willing to fall behind others? He drank alone, watching with cold eyes the literary officials and talented men writing poems and essays. His younger sister Xu Junling overshadowed them all. Finally, he stood up leisurely and wrote poems while drunk.
"So proud?"
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she was not disgusted, because the glory and splendor today were all earned by that guy himself.
His eyes moved down and his lips moved.
"The emperor is beautiful and I am young, I ride a horse with a golden whip in Zhangtai."
After reading this sentence, Xu Zhenguan was stunned, and then an indescribable feeling of shame and anger surged in his heart.
The Emperor's Beauty...
"What did this guy write?"
"When did I become his lover? This is just nonsense!"
"What golden whip... It's fine to ride a horse to Zhangtai, but where did the golden whip come from? It's simply..."
"It's an insult to politeness."
In the night, Mo Chou, who was standing next to her, seemed to see a red cloud appear on the empress's cheek for no reason, and she was surprised.
There are countless talented people in the capital, and in the past few years, countless more have presented poems and essays in praise of His Majesty, but she has never seen His Majesty like this.
"What on earth did this thief write?"
Mo Chou tried her best to resist the urge to steal a peek.
At this time, the empress had finished reading the last sentence and sent the article to the Golden Palace, where she listened to music and watched dances and stayed at the luxurious and precious tortoise-shell banquet.
The second half of the sentence describes the grandness of the banquet, but the first half...
Could it be that this poem has really been delivered to the palace and into my hands?
No wonder the Grand Tutor ordered someone to deliver it... because this poem already expressed the intention of sending the article to the palace.
So, he wrote it to me on purpose?
Xu Zhenguan was a little distracted.
"Your Majesty?" After a long time, Mo Chou couldn't help but call softly.
Xu Zhenguan finally came back to her senses, and the redness on her face faded. She said "yes" coldly, put the white paper with the poem into her sleeve, and said to the eunuch:
"Tell the Grand Master that I know."
Then, looking at Mo Chou who looked curious, he said:
"Leave the palace immediately and convey my oral instructions..."
After a while, the empress left the bewildered female prime minister alone, walked straight to her bedroom with a stern face, humming in her heart as she walked:
"You dare to tease me with poetry? Wait and see how I punish you."
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Outside the Zhao Mansion.
"Da Lang is back!"
The old steward of the Zhao family pushed open the door and ordered the servants to welcome in the drunk Zhao Duan.
Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan were still awake, so they came out to check on him. Seeing that he had just drunk too much, they felt relieved.
The stepmother asked someone to make a sobering soup and then sent him back to his room.
The lights are like beans.
Zhao Duan, who had taken off his coat and was only wearing pajamas, drank a bowl of hangover soup. He felt calmer and lay on the bed, feeling nervous:
"I wonder if Zhenbao can understand my poem..."
"Haha, according to my life experience, the more feudal the place, the more restrained the way of expressing passion should be... For example, 'the moonlight is so beautiful tonight', or writing a 'love letter'..."
"High-end flirting is full of style, not some 'nights thinking of you'..."
"Well, Zhenbao should be able to see it tomorrow. I performed so well today and wrote this poem. I don't believe I can't pry open the door to your heart...
Alas, what a pity, in my previous life I followed a male leader and didn’t spend time learning this skill. I regretted not having learned enough when I needed it, and I’m still not good at it…”
Just as he was daydreaming.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door:
"Master, there is someone outside the house looking for me. He said he is from the palace."
Zhao Duan turned over and got up with a suspicious look on his face, wondering if the poem had already been sent to the palace?
Could it be that Zhenbao was moved by my persistent offensive for half a year and decided to summon me to the palace to sleep with her?
Oh my god...it happened so suddenly and I was totally unprepared!
Zhao Duan, who was a little excited due to alcohol, said hurriedly:
"Please invite them over quickly, and don't disturb my aunt and sister!"
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Not long after.
Zhao Duan, dressed neatly and sprayed with homemade perfume, arrived at the inner hall with two heavy treasure bags on his waist and saw Mochou waiting there.
"Mo Zhaorong? Why is it you?" Zhao Duan was surprised.
The female prime minister, who was dressed in a female official's robe and a black gauze hat, and dressed in a neutral and beautiful manner, sat in the hall of the Zhao family and sneered:
"Who do you think you are?"
"..." Zhao Duan said eagerly:
"Zhao Rong came to my house late at night, but what urgent matter does Your Majesty have to ask me?"
Big Ice Tuozi's icy face was obviously stunned for a moment, and he looked at him suspiciously:
"how do you know?"
She waved her hand, signaling the palace guards at the door to close the door and keep out any outsiders.
When there were only two people left in the hall, Mo Chou sat upright in the mahogany chair and said in a cold voice:
"Your Majesty has an oral order, Zhao Duan will receive it."
Is it so formal? Shouldn't this kind of thing be done quietly into the village without firing a shot?
Zhao Duan was extremely surprised, but he still stood in the room, bowed his head respectfully, regarded Mo Chou as the empress, and said with his hands clasped:
"Minister, where is Zhao Du?"
Mo Chou sat in the hall, looking down at her love rival, with a smile on her face, and said in the tone of an empress:
"Today, the Censorate has received a letter of accusation that the Taicang Silver Mine is suspected of corruption and theft of state power. I am very concerned about this. I now order Zhao Duan, the envoy of the White Horse Supervisor, to be the imperial envoy. He is to raise manpower on his own and rush to the Taicang Silver Mine within three days to investigate the corruption. I decree this!"
Zhao Duan was stunned.
"Zhao Duan, why don't you accept my order? Are you going to disobey me?"
Mo Chou could hardly suppress the smile on her face. It was a rare opportunity for her to take advantage of the power of others and show off in front of Zhao.
No... What about the promise to enter the palace to sleep with you? I have done so much preparation in the palace during the day, and I also went to great lengths to copy poems at night...
Zhao Duan looked up blankly, his whole body looking like a purple eggplant hit by frost:
"I...accept the decree."
After saying this, the role-playing of delivering the imperial edict in the room ended, and Mo Chou was beaten back to her original form, still unsatisfied, she said:
"Congratulations, Lord Zhao, on your reappointment. Please leave as soon as possible. Although the Taicang Silver Mine is not far from the capital, it will take time to go back and forth."
Zhao Duan still couldn't believe it and asked:
"Excuse me, Zhaorong, why did His Majesty suddenly assign me a case? In the middle of the night..."
Logically speaking, even if there is a case for him, he should wait until daytime, right?
Bring glory to the royal family in the morning, and confront the task in the evening...
Even cattle and horses are not exploited in this way.
The icy beauty Mo Zhaorong glanced at him and said with a smile:
"Oh, His Majesty originally didn't plan to let you go, but the Grand Tutor gave His Majesty the poem you wrote, and after His Majesty read it, he decided it was you."
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Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, fellow book lovers! Single author Kawenka is dying...
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