MTL - Atypical Heroine-Chapter 63 Xie Huairou【2】

After the new emperor ascended the throne, he closed the palace for three days and did not come out.

A stack of choruses were sent into the bedroom, and a lot of them were sent out as they were.

The sour smell of the thick concoction in the bedroom could not be covered by any incense.

Zijuan opened the window, and a gust of wind almost extinguished the lamp. She turned her face to the side and instructed the other maids, "Put up the windows, your Majesty said, Lord Xie doesn't like scented scents."

"If you don't like it, then you don't like it," the tender-faced little Gong'e secretly asked Zijuan, "Your Majesty is suffering from the cold, how can you still accommodate a... Lord Neishi."

"Listening to your tone, it seems that you despise the position of internal history of two thousand stones?"

"How dare the slaves, slaves just find it strange, why did the Zuo Prime Minister and the minister's servant shoots be blocked yesterday, and she just announced that she came to see you."

"Shh! Do more, talk less, or don't want your tongue anymore?"

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Xie Huairou entered the palace in the middle of the night to see her.

Rumor has it that the monarch, who was ill because of his grief, was standing at the table, with a ruddy complexion, and he was slowly imitating the calligraphy of everyone in the previous dynasty. She has long hair and a shawl, and her wide sleeves make her plain wrists thinner and slender, as if they are broken when they are folded.

Her spelling is excellent.

The style of the brush is elegant and free and easy, and it is more elegant than graceful and elegant, with a touch of grace and splendor.

Xie Huairou still remembered the shock when she saw her writing for the first time a few years ago. She never thought that such a frizzy and lazy little girl could write such a good handwriting with a pen.

There are also high-quality silk and satin piled next to the table. Ji Yu likes to frame the works he has collected or written to his satisfaction.

Wen Yi's excellent calligraphy is beautiful no matter where it is located.

When she raised her eyes to look over, Xie Huairou immediately closed her eyes.

Bowing and salute, as always, in a calm tone and if you can save your words, "See Your Majesty."

Ji Yu glanced at her and didn't stop writing. There were still a few words left in the "Declaration Form" and he finished copying it.

With a half-smile on his face, he said, "The king will summon you in the middle of the night, please go to the bedroom and stand in front of Qing in disheveled clothes. Qing is also very calm."

Xie Huairou kept her salute without moving her eyebrows, and replied respectfully, "We are frightened."

"Let's be flat." Ji Yu felt bored and stopped trying to be poisonous.

She is accustomed to being eloquent and eloquent in the court and the opposition, and has the appearance of an elegant and gentle minister. Several times of disaster relief have calmed down the disaster situation, and there are also a lot of good names among the people.

He was clearly a smiling tiger, but in front of her, he became a big ice scum.

Full of scholar and proud, I don't know who to show it to.

Princess Jiahe was reckless when she was young and offended her, but she also broke a leg in the end. She didn't want to make up for it, and Emperor Ming asked her to be her teacher, but she even dared to refuse, and refused three times in a row.

"…"

Ji Yu was stunned, and asked subconsciously, "Qing did not want to be buried in the deep palace back then, did you ever regret it?"

"No regrets."

Xie Huairou's eyelashes were half-drooped, her expression was very respectful, and her tone was genuine and sincere.

"Your Majesty is such a dragon and a phoenix today, Ziyan is not ashamed, and the most appropriate thing to do is not to dare to be the princess' teacher."

Um?

Praise her.

Ji Yu's spirit shone brightly, and his eyes lit up.

She no longer speaks "weichen" and "last minister" one by one, but also calls herself a close relationship, and her eyebrows are docile.

Xie Neishi's faintly smiling appearance has swept away the lukewarmness in the past, but it really looks like the love Qing she talked about at night.

Ji Yu squinted his eyes for a long time, and the ink dripped from the tip of the pen, but he didn't recall any words that contained needles in cotton.

"…"

Seeing her silence, Xie Huairou wondered whether these flattering words were too eager, and she was disgusted, and she was waiting for something to be corrected.

I heard the girl laugh hoarsely and tenderly, "Yes, if my sister wants to, she can always make me happy."

Xie Huairou's heart trembled slightly, rarely silent.

I know I should be afraid at this moment.

In the past few years, I avoided her if I could... I didn't hate her.

The window is supported, the moonlight slowly flows in, and the ground is covered with a light and shadow.

Ji Yu put down his pen, only to realize that he copied the result of half an hour, and it was stained with ink dripping from the tip of the pen.

She gently lifted the rice paper, trying to keep Mo away from the brocade next to her, so as not to smudge it.

When the two talked, she deliberately let the palace maid wait outside.

There is no one serving there.

Ji Yu wanted to move the inkstone to a different position, but reached out to take it, but underestimated the weight of the inkstone. When his wrist softened, the inkstone turned over and hit the ground.

Ji Yu "…"

She looked down at the little black ink on her body, and for a moment forgot what to say.

Xie Huairou gently confessed the crime, and Fang Jinpa wiped off the ink that was about to penetrate into her lower abdomen, and raised her voice to call someone in to change her clothes.

When he was about to wipe the ink on her hand, when he looked up, he saw that her eyes were staring at her.

Xie Huairou paused for a moment, then continued as if nothing had happened.

He bowed his head and pursed his lips into a smile.

Even now, she is only fourteen years old, a half-old child sitting on the throne wearing a brocade dragon robe. Neither inkstone could hold it.

She stood obediently, let her hold her hand, and wiped her white fingers with Jinpa.

The maid came in and saw this, and hurriedly lowered her head to clean up the inkstone that had been spilled on the ground.

Ji Yu didn't know whether he rubbed his nose or rubbed his face just now. There was also a black patch around the bridge of his nose, like a small cat.

I don't seem to have noticed yet.

Xie Huairou wiped her hands clean for her, and the white handkerchief was dirty. Without thinking about it, she gently rubbed off the black patch on the bridge of her nose with her fingertips.

Her posture is natural, just like the little princess she was back then.

But soon loosened.

"Your Majesty," Shion stepped forward, holding her clothes to change her clothes.

Ji Yu glanced at Xie Huairou and said with a smile, "Give it to Sir Xie."

Xiao Gong'e was still stunned, but Xie Huairou had already taken it from her hand in a gracious manner. She took off her jacket for her, put on a slightly thicker plain brocade skirt, and pulled out the blue silk. She moved skillfully and properly.

When tidying up, I reached out and stroked the blue silk on her shawl, which was smoother to the touch than satin.

Ji Yu stretched his arms to make it easier for her to manipulate him, his eyes stared at her for a moment, his lips curved and he smiled, "Thank you sir."

Xie Huairou moved the corner of his lower lip, swallowed the words he habitually blurted out, and let out a gentle smile. She wanted to please the new emperor, but of course she couldn't use the indifferent dead face from before.

"Sister is so weird today," Ji Yu looked at her with a crooked face, pretending to naively interrupt what she was about to say nicely, "Stop frowning at me, I'm not used to it."

"…"

Xie Huairou couldn't answer this.

She was designated as the Crown Princess a few years ago. The ministers supported by her side and her grandfather are stubborn conservatives. Xie Huairou supports the new law and has different political opinions.

She has always been able to dodge all kinds of provocations against her fangs and claws, and has been humbled again and again.

To say that it is different, tonight's Ji Yu is a big difference.

The little beast no longer bared her teeth, but smiled and held her hand gently and gently. Seeing that she was speechless, she turned to tell some anecdotes, and told that she was too young to hold back the bitterness of the court.

Xie Huairou came back to her senses and heard her last sentence:

"No one in the court can be trusted."

Xie Huairou knew that her words were three-point true and seven-point false, not to mention her classmates Zhang Xianyun and Song Xiaosheng who had been loyal to her since childhood, not to mention Ji's retainers, at least she was still single-minded and waited for her son to be sent to the palace immediately after the national mourning. Shangshu servant archery can be used.

The monopoly of the nobility is true, and the high weight of the left aspect is not false, but it is far from the level of threatening the emperor.

She summoned her in the middle of the night to express her win and favor, but Xie Huairou had not yet weighed her own position in her heart, only that she must be more willing to implement the new law in her heart.

Everyone has a role, and she has to see it more clearly to have a perfect appearance.

This little fox, sitting at a table full of brocades, said pitifully that he was untrustworthy.

He closed his sleeves and looked over with a pair of clear eyes.

"…"

Xie Huairou closed her eyes slightly, her heart was complicated, she sighed, and maybe she was a little proud?

Then he saluted deeply, and solemnly said, "The food of the king is the matter of loyalty to the king. The ministers must do their best to assist His Majesty.

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As soon as he lifted the official sedan chair, he went straight into the king's bedroom.

Xie Huairou had many eyes and ears, and knew that some courtiers were talking about her behind her back, "Xie Xiang used the technique of hating victory to control the gains and losses of current affairs, and the emperor deeply accepted it."

It was said that Xie Huairou came to the bedroom every day to accompany Ji Yuzha, the villain, to purify the government by cursing, and to govern the world by prayer.

When Xie Huairou heard this, she laughed for a long time, but gradually she couldn't laugh anymore.

They speculate so funny because they don't know what she does in her bedroom every day.

In the first two years of foreign relatives’ involvement in politics, the new emperor could not bear it. He only started with chores, and gradually set up new officials, divided into rank, and added two palace exams every year. When he came back to his senses, she personally picked up all the young faces in the court. people.

After her wings grew, she seized the fault and immediately decreed to abolish the General of Zhenxi, Shilang, and Zhongshuling. Cleanse the power of the mother clan to seven, seven, eight, eight.

Promote Xie Huairou as the right minister, and stand against the left.

…

Ji Yu's affairs are usually sloppy, except for the appointment of virtuous people, it seems that he has no advantage in the way of governing the country and the court. Even the memorabilia was handed over to the female officer beside him for review.

But in these days and nights, Xie Huairou knew that she was a born emperor.

When she was old enough, she had the right to hold her hand.

—

Xie Huairou was going to give a lecture to the female official who was approving the memorial on her behalf. Of course, it is not about the Four Books and Five Classics, but about how to assist the monarch in handling the affairs of the state, priorities, and so on.

Ji Yu was sitting next to him, the front seat, supporting his chin with his hands and looking at her. The casual expression on his face, a look that clearly didn't care much about what she said.

Simply…

As if to compensate for her failure to be her teacher at that time.

After the half-hour lecture is over and the memorial is processed, the female official can retire first.

Xie Huairou stayed to accompany her for dinner as usual.

The stove in the hall was burning warmly, and Ji Yu realized that it was snowing outside until a snowflake was carried by the wind and fell through the window to the corner of her eye.

"Was it snowing outside when you came?"

Ji Yu got up and watched with great interest.

The capital of Dayan is in the south, and snow is not common.

"Not yet."

Xie Huairou came over to close the window, and the wind blew the stove wobbly. Ji Yu hugged her from behind, deliberately leaned close to her ear and whispered, "My sister's clothes are thin, will she be cold on the way back?"

As expected, she shrank her neck, her earlobes reddened visibly, and her tone remained calm, "It doesn't snow much."

Most of Ji Yu is still upright and elegant, but occasionally, he will only make some special gestures towards her.

"…"

Xie Huairou knew that there was a difference between rulers and ministers, and she should have pushed her away.

She lost her mother when she was young, and before her father died of illness, she was sent to the Danqing School by someone, and she died.

Xie Huairou was alone in this world, reading the book of sages, her heart was always indifferent, until a arrogant little girl suddenly appeared in front of her.

Ai held her by the sleeve, one sister at a time, and smiled sweetly, sometimes to be obedient to this story, and sometimes just to act like a spoiled child. She is obviously a child who is spoiled by the palace, and she prefers to stick to her indifferent. Small body, soft and warm.

She also hugged her and was infinitely intimate, "Yuer, Yuer, how can it be good to grow up so naughty."

The author has something to say about this story and I wrote it carefully and carefully.

I haven't written an ancient saying for three years, and I really don't have the confidence to make you like it, so I will try to combine two or three chapters into one chapter in the future. If I want to jump into the world, I won't be stopped by the anti-theft later. The website has been changed, the website has been changed, the website has been changed, everyone re-collects the new website, the new computer version, after everyone saves it, open it at the new website, the old website will not be able to open in the future,