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Chapter 188: Your Majesty, Your Minister Is Here

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    Bai Shangshen, sickly like a little white flower, lay sick in the garden for more than ten days, and only then got out of the retirement life of eating and dying, and could go out of the house to enjoy the wind and the sun.

    In the ancient times where there were so many fetters, his spiritual power was not very useful, but it was not a problem to heal his wounds, but to prevent the loss of his vest, he could only reluctantly (willingly) lie lazily on the bed every day with his clothes on and eat with his hands  Come to the days of lazy cancer with mouth open and passive sabotage.

    Living like a pig for ten days has made the seemingly thin but well-dressed host body much more rounded, and the baby's fat little fleshy face feels even better.

    If it weren't for the resentment from Hei Qi every day, Bai Shangshen really wanted to take a break from his busy schedule and take a vacation, not caring about anything and sleeping every day until he didn't know what year it was.

    It's just that in the last life he failed to collect the fragments due to his mistake, so in this life he must try his best to help the idiot smash the fragments back and coax it to calm down.

    The garden is full of greenery and green bamboos, and under the eaves of the wooden corridor, Bai Shangshen is dozing off on the wisteria rocking chair.

    According to the doctor's diagnosis, his legs were seriously injured, and even if he could walk on the ground in the future, he would still suffer from hidden diseases. This is bad news for a martial artist, but Bai Shangshen was so happy, he was not busy at all.  How comfortable it is to get medical treatment and take sick leave without having to go to work.

    "My lord, Yan Weiwei is here." Mi Guan reminded me warmly.

    Bai Shangshen opened his eyes.

    Yan Changjun, dressed in an official uniform, strided forward with a sword in his hand, and when he came to him, he stopped and handed him a box of pastries.

    "Peach Honey Crisp, your favorite, my lord."

    The original owner, Qi Guanyuan, has never been picky when it comes to food. He is the same with everything that can be eaten, but he only prefers a special dessert made by the royal chef in the palace-peach honey cake.

    Only Yan Changjun knows about this little hobby.

    Yan Changjun, the official residence of Wei Weiqing, is the leader of the palace guards and can be regarded as the subordinate of the original owner.

    Of course, the relationship between the two doesn't stop there.

    There used to be a wealthy businessman in Xizhou, the Yan family, who once got a piece of natural jade as tall as a person.

    The local officials coveted the jade, and ordered people to pretend to be bandits to sneak into Yan's house at the banquet where the Yan family invited all friends to appreciate the jade, slaughtered the Yan family and took the jade.

    At that time, it happened that the original owner of Weibo went to Xizhou to investigate corruption in private, and rescued Yan Changjun, a surviving young man from the Yan family, and brought him back to Beijing.

    Yan Changjun, who served under the original owner, studied martial arts and the way of being an official assiduously. Later, under the recommendation of the original owner, he was promoted step by step until he sat on the high position of Wei Weiqing.

    Yan Changjun is also an insider who knows that he is not an eunuch except Qi Guanlu and his personal attendant Mi Guan.

    Bai Shangshen pinched a piece of honey crisp and tasted it. It was sweet, delicious, crispy and moderately biting into the teeth and cheeks, and it tasted good.

    "What's the matter if you don't do your duty in the palace and always come to my garden?"

    "I'll take a look at your lord and then go back. I won't delay the matter." Yan Changjun said.

    Bai Shangshen nodded and stopped talking, but then asked again, "I heard a lot of noise outside this morning, but something serious happened in Beijing?"

    Yan Changjun was at a loss.

    On the way here, he did see lights and festoons on the street and people coming and going very noisy, but he didn't know the reason.

    Mi Guan on one side smiled, "My lord, Yan Weiwei, the day after tomorrow will be the Qiqiao Festival."

    However, in the Jin Dynasty, the folk customs were open and Confucianism prevailed, and elegance was the beauty. Women could go to school to study, and men could also play the qin and se, accompanied by poetry and wine, drunk in the mountains and rivers or under the wild flowers and forests, chic and romantic.

    On the day of the Qiqiao Festival, both men and women go out in Chinese costumes, and the lights in the capital are always on day and night to compose the appearance of today's prosperous age.

    Qi Qiao Festival?

    Bai Shangshen was thoughtful, and a look of interest flashed across his eyes.

    Inside the palace.

    A boy dressed in a light blue brocade suit who looked seven or eight years old hurried down the corridor between the palaces, followed by a large group of court ladies and eunuchs staring at it as if they were gazing at the prisoner.

    Hei Qi, who is stared at every day when he goes to the toilet while sleeping, is very unhappy.

    Su Ti's real name is Luqiu Wusheng, eight years old, the only prince today, and the only son of Luqiu Heng.

    After Lu Qiuheng ascended the throne, there was no one in the harem, and after the ministers of the imperial court gave him occasional tributes, in the seventh year, Lu Qiuheng brought back five-year-old Luqiu Wusheng from outside the palace, claiming that he was a wandering son.

    There is no room for error in the royal bloodline. Under the overt and covert threat of the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, Zong Zhengqing bit the bullet and tested Luqiu Wusheng, and the final answer was indeed the royal bloodline.

    It is rumored that Luqiu Wusheng was born to a girl from a folk family when Luqiu Heng was guarding the border, but no matter how it is said, his; But no matter how Mi Guan tried to dissuade Bai Shangshen, he would turn a blind eye, listen and not hear, so Mi Guan had no choice but to help him prepare, and at the same time planned how many guards he would call out that day.

    That night he called Shang Yan Weiwei to help, and the two of them would protect the adults on both sides so nothing serious would happen.

    However, in order to be safe, it is still necessary to conceive every unexpected situation and make complete preparations.

    Staring at the clothes that Mi Guan took out, Bai Shangshen didn't even think much of them.

    "It's plain." It's not enough to look idle among the colorful beauties.

    "Vulgar." Look old.

    "It's gorgeous." Purple and red peonies are too bright.

    "Too ordinary." Not distinctive enough

    After excluding one by one, the tables, tables and chairs were soon filled with all kinds of clothes, and it would not be a problem to open a large ready-made clothing store.

    ? Although the original owner was on duty in the palace, he usually wore official uniforms or black clothes for missions. There were very few opportunities to wear ordinary clothes, but he still liked to tailor clothes.

    Whenever there are new styles or fabrics on the market, he buys them immediately, and doesn't wear them, just hang them in the cabinet and leave them idle.

    "slow."

    Bai Shangshen called to stop Mi Guan, "That's it."

    At this time, in Mi Guan's hands was a red toga woven with gold, which was dazzling and extremely luxurious.

    It was a piece of satin that the original owner got by chance when he was on a business trip a year ago. He spent a lot of money and asked the best embroiderers and tailors to make it. It is the original owner's favorite set, but he has never worn it in front of people, because it is not proper.  .

    Touching the clothes with excellent materials, Bai Shangshen couldn't help but laugh.

    Outsiders don't know that the majestic Guang Luqing, the vicious slave who eats people and doesn't spit out his bones in the eyes of the world, actually lives in his heart.

    Looking at Bai Qi who was lying on the long couch, Mi Guan felt a little complicated.

    After a serious illness, the adult seems to have changed a lot, and I don't know whether it is good or bad.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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