In the spring of March, everything revives, and it’s another good spring day.

But the Qinzheng Hall was filled with gloom and there was no sunshine at all.

Bang! A memorial was thrown in front of four or five courtiers who were kneeling in front of the emperor.

"Look at how badly you have done it! Last year's flood in Qizhou affected countless people in Qianli Zeguo. I opened the national treasury to give you money to build rivers and provide relief to the people, but in the end, not even half of them were left in the hands of the victims!"

Especially the greedy Qizhou River Governor, who actually embezzled 10% of the disaster relief money! But a small River Governor dared to do such a rampant thing, and I dare say it was not because of the support of someone behind him, nor the tacit approval of someone like you.

allow!"

"Weichen dare not wait for death."

The ministers and ministers who were kneeling with sweat on their foreheads were all sweating, and their hearts were bitter. Over the past few months, the master on the throne had held back the evil fire somewhere, and began to turn up old scores. When the water in the officialdom is clear, there will be no fish, layer by layer.

Exploitation is almost a tacit implicit rule in the officialdom. As long as the errands can be done well, the Holy Father has always turned a blind eye. But now, why did he suddenly take the Qizhou flood last year, which had long been regarded as a turning point?

Came here to take an opportunity to have an attack?

The ministers kneeling at the front secretly glanced at the face of the man in the seat, but when they saw the cold look in His Majesty's eyes, they were so frightened that cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

"Don't tell me that you have confiscated the filial piety of the river governor. You still dare to tell me that the people are the foundation of the country, and you dare to lick your face and talk about virtuous governance. You only care about spending time and drinking without caring about the life and death of the people. You can't uphold the Sacred Heart. I am an ordinary concubine.

, But they only cling to private families to hide party opinions. How can such people who are living in corpses have the face to serve as officials and slaughter! Come on!"

The guards outside the door came in in response, and the person on the throne shouted: "Take away their black gauze hats, drag them out, and postpone the disposal!"

Several ministers with pale faces were dragged out, and the depressing silence returned to the hall. Birds were singing and flowers were fragrant outside, but there seemed to be a lingering gloom inside the hall.

Zhu Jing's eyes habitually fell on the pair of golden jade on the desk for a few moments, then moved away inch by inch, looking coldly towards a shadowed corner in the palace.

The servant stood in the shadow in the corner with his head bowed, his hands lowered and humble, like a shadow.

Zhu Jing's eyes fell on the other party's face for some reason.

This is probably the first time he has looked at this eunuch. Putting aside other things, the other person's appearance is indeed outstanding. He is beautiful, fair, handsome, gentle as jade, and has a clear and graceful temperament, which is full of scholars.

Elegant style.

He looks exactly like the scholar in the play who can seduce the hearts of all the ladies.

Before this, he had never paid much attention to a man's face, probably because he felt that for men, power and status should be more important. But at this moment, he was looking at a man, no, a man

The face of a eunuch.

Realizing this, he closed his eyes gloomily, and veins popped out on his forehead.

He suddenly stood up from his desk, and was about to lift his legs and walk out of the hall to get some air, but before he took half a step, his eyes suddenly went dark for a moment, and he couldn't help but stagger back.

"Your Majesty!" Feng Bao hurriedly stepped forward to support him. He was about to ask someone to call the imperial doctor, but he was stopped by him.

"Help me sit down for a while."

With the support of Feng Bao, Zhu Jing rubbed his forehead and sat back on the throne. After a moment of relaxation, his eyes became clear again.

"Your Majesty, you have been working hard all day long, so you must take care of your dragon body."

"No problem. Go get a basin of water."

Feng Baosui hurriedly went to the washbasin stand to bring some water. He had just wrung out the wet handkerchief and handed it over, when he saw that the Holy One was staring at the reflection in the basin in trance.

Zhu Jing stared straight at the swaying reflection in the water.

His facial contours are deep and his bones are sharp and powerful. Probably because he hasn't smiled for a long time, his face now looks even more frightening and sharp. But what if he smiles often?

Even when he smiles, he can't appear as gentle as jade.

Just when he thought about this, his face instantly twisted.

He was disgusted and furious because he had unconsciously compared himself with a eunuch who was as humble as mud! What was that!

There was a loud clang, the water basin was smashed to the ground, and the sound of the copper basin hitting the ground was abrupt and harsh in the extremely silent hall.

Feng Bao crouched and trembled, while Zhu Jing stood up with cold eyes, fluttered his sleeves and strode out of the palace.

These days, the ministers and servants of the former dynasty are having a hard time, and the concubines in the harem are also a little unable to sit still, probably because they heard that the draft seems to be re-opened this year.

In mid-March, the rumors were confirmed, and the Holy Emperor issued an order to select girls from all over the country to enter the palace. The selection began in early April, and all matters were handled by the queen.

In Changxin Palace, Nian Xia entered the palace with her head lowered and a flower bundle in her arms.

When I opened it on the table, I found some seeds of flowers and vegetables, as well as a few pieces of jujube paste cake wrapped in oil paper.

"Lan Cai is very thoughtful." Grandma Yu said with emotion.

In the past few months since the palace was closed, Lan Cairen secretly threw a baggage into Changxin Palace through the red courtyard wall. The first time, she was probably afraid of being seen, so she disappeared after throwing the baggage.

It ran away, and they didn't know who threw it in. Later, they gradually got used to throwing it, and maybe they got braver, so they dared to stay outside for a while and say a few words to them through the courtyard wall.

In this way, they realized that the person who came to help them in times of need was actually Nalan.

This can't help but make people sigh. Who would have thought that the kind thoughts planted by the empress back then would bear such good fruits.

"Don't let her send snacks or anything like that in the future. She doesn't have many examples."

Wen Yin said. In fact, although the palace was closed, the food and clothing of Changxin Palace were delivered on time, so it was not in short supply. Of course, if you want to compare the expenses of being a noble concubine, it is naturally incomparable.

But it's enough anyway.

"Also, let her try not to come here in the future, so as not to draw attention to others and get into trouble for nothing."

Nian Xia replied: "I have said this before, but Lan Cai is still the same. She also said that she was very careful and no one saw her."

Saying that, Nian Xia hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "She also brought news, saying...in early April, the beautiful girls from all over the country will enter the palace, and there will be another draft in the palace soon.

"

This news made Wen Yin stop taking the flower seeds.

She didn't show it on her face, but she had already begun to think in her heart about what it meant to reopen the stopped talent show. It meant that he had downplayed her mistakes and would no longer deal with her, which would make her like the imperial edict.

Does sealing her in Changxin Palace forever as written mean that he has lost his love for her and can issue a killing order for her without mercy?

She couldn't help but look in the direction outside the palace. After more than three months of confinement, she had actually gradually become accustomed to the lonely years of being relegated to the cold palace. If she maintained the status quo and never left this place for the rest of her life, she felt it was okay.

It would be great if those two palace doors, thick and dusty, could never be opened.

She knew very well that the day these two doors were opened again, the entire Changxin Palace would be bathed in blood. If she died, she would be implicated in the palace, and how could her heart be at peace?

Wen Yin took a deep breath when she thought that she had learned through Na Lan's few words that the palace had been peaceful these past few months and that she had not heard any news about any of the slaves being killed by the Holy Master.

She didn't believe that he could easily expose her case.

He is not having an attack and neither is Xu Shiheng. It is obviously not normal to be so secretive. I wonder if there is a greater murderous intention brewing.

"Let's go and plant flowers and vegetables."

Wen Yin didn't want to think about that, so she picked up the flowers and vegetables and walked out. She didn't know how long she could live, so just live happily for one day.

Ever since she was placed under house arrest, she seemed to have had her burden lifted. She only did what she wanted to do every day. Planting flowers, admiring the scenery, growing vegetables, cooking, dancing swords, making carvings, making lanterns... she no longer went there.

Thinking about those troublesome things and only paying attention to the things in front of her, she took her maids and nuns to arrange her days to the fullest every day. After a few months, she really lived in seclusion as if she were returning to her original nature.

During this period, she also did something that made her happy, which was to burn down the embroidery shed that she had kept with her for many years. She had never liked embroidery, never.

While planting peonies around the plum forest, Nian Xia watched the empress raise her hands to wipe the sweat on her forehead, hold her waist to loosen her muscles and bones, looking energetic and smiling brightly. She could not help but raise her face, so that she could learn to no longer be afraid of the danger.

The scarred lip is exposed in front of others.

She couldn't help but think of what her mother-in-law said to her, some people have scars on their faces, some people have scars in their hearts, but the beauty of the soul is always better than the beauty of the skin. The mother-in-law said, that's because no matter how beautiful the skin is, it will eventually wither.

, but the beauty of the soul can never fade.

While wielding a flower hoe and hoeing the ground, Nianxia still memorized the words and poems taught to her by the empress in front of her. Looking back, even after gradually mastering them, she felt that the inferiority complex caused by the disfigurement seemed to have faded away.

Quite a few.

When the sunset filled the sky, a group of them carried baskets and hoes and walked towards the palace in the afterglow of the setting sun. While walking on the road, Nian Xia couldn't help but look back at the two thick and closed palace doors.

At this moment, she had a strong desire in her heart, hoping that the two palace doors would never open again. I hope that the empress' peace would never be broken, and I hope that Changxin Palace would always be peaceful.

At the beginning of April, the show girls waiting to be selected entered the palace one after another, and not long after, the palace ushered in the selection ceremony.

The Queen was in charge of the entire draft ceremony, but she was not the only one who could specialize in it. During the selection process, she also brought several high-ranking concubines over to consult and make decisions together.

After half a month of selection, a total of more than ten beautiful ladies with outstanding appearance were retained to fill the harem.

On the day the talent show ended, the Holy Father turned over the sign of a show girl.

That night, the beautiful girl was taken to the Yangxin Hall on a Luan sedan.

The beautiful lady entered the palace in a timid manner, a little shy and a little nervous, and walked towards the majestic and supreme man sitting in front of the royal couch. She stopped and bowed to say hello, and the orioles were singing, just like petting the willow flowers.

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There are not many palace lanterns in the palace, and the light is not too bright.

Xiu Nu, who hadn't waited for the person in front of her to call her for a long time, couldn't help but glance up from the corner of her eyes, and then she was frozen by the other person's eyes.

The light from the palace lantern in the palace hit the face of the man sitting silently on the couch, half-dark and half-dark. He stared at her silently, his frighteningly dark eyes seemed to be curled with terrifying ice shards.

Zhu Jing looked at the woman in front of him without much expression on his face.

Fresh and delicate, it is as eye-catching as the buds on the branches, its voice is also delicate, as touching as the song of an oriole, and the fragrance of the flowers on its body is neither strong nor light, it should be refreshing.
To be continued...