Traitors of the Manchu dynasty, why do you make me an emperor through the ages Chapter 151: The Queen's Candidate? The Minister asked Li Gan to repair the mausoleum
Chapter 151: The Queen's Candidate? The Minister asked Li Gan to repair the mausoleum
A sultry wind blew through the small courtyard, causing several short and sharp cicada chirps.
The weeds in the corner of the courtyard swayed from side to side, the leaves were green and the tips were scorched yellow. They were swaying anxiously, as if they were stretching out their hands to stop the fight: Don't fight anymore...
In the middle of the courtyard, Lu Bu stretched out a big hand and directly pressed Xing Daorong's hand back to his chest.
It stands to reason that after so many years of fighting, a master like Lu Bu has formed a subconscious conditioned reflex. After guarding against an opponent's move, he will subconsciously attack the enemy's weakness according to the optimal solution.
But this time the conditioned reflex didn't come out, just because of today's situation, he couldn't control it.
Opposite Lu Bu, Xing Daorong's fist was pressed against his chest. It didn't look like a punch at all, but rather like he was making a small fist to act coquettishly...
He also looked confused, and then he felt something was wrong, his face flushed extremely red, and he shouted: "Open!!"
The situation between heaven and earth changed, and Xing Daorong's momentum exploded again. His feet were rooted in the earth, and a steady stream of strong power flowed upward, from his legs to his waist, from his belt to his back, moving up step by step!
His back was like a big dragon, his muscles were like mountains, his energy and blood surged like an abyss, the heaven and earth thundered and exploded. It seemed that the sky could no longer cover his eyes, the earth could no longer bury his heart, and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky would disappear.
…
Under Xing Daorong's punch, Lu Bu actually... didn't move at all.
Another breeze blew by, ruffling several people's hair.
The grass in the corner of the courtyard shook even more anxiously, as if to persuade the two of them to stop immediately.
Lu Bu blinked and pushed forward again, causing Xing Zhuangshi to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
???
That's it?
Not only was Lu Bu confused, but the old eunuch was also confused, and even Xing Daorong himself was confused.
Only Li Qian covered his face and sighed quietly.
"Brother Xing, you..."
Lu Bu hurriedly stepped forward to help Xing Daorong steady, his face full of confusion: "Have you been feeling unwell these past few days? Are you in a bad state?"
The gap between ideal and reality was so big that it was hard for Lu Bu to accept it for a while.
Xing Daorong's face was as red as a monkey's butt, but when he heard this, his face immediately became solemn, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"To be honest with Brother Lu, I..."
"What's wrong?" Lu Bu looked at him with concern.
Li Qian saw that Xing Daorong was fussing and couldn't figure it out, so he hurriedly spoke to help him out: "Xing Zhuangshi must have been plotted by someone before, which blocked his meridians and stagnated his energy and blood. As a result, he can't display even 10% of his kung fu!
"
"Yes, it's just stasis of Qi and blood!"
Xing Daorong's face was solemn, and the earth-shattering battle seemed to reappear in his eyes: "It was a dark and windy night..."
The three of them also fell silent and listened to his story.
Even Li Qian had to lament that Xing Daorong's hands may not be very good, but his verbal skills are definitely top-notch.
If you don’t have enough food to eat in the future, you can go to restaurants and teahouses to read books.
His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression became thicker by one point, lighter by one point, just right for sadness. His voice was dull with a hint of hoarseness, and his tone was ups and downs, full of tension. He casually mentioned the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Such scene.
"...The thieves were outmatched and hurriedly retreated. I was about to chase them, but suddenly my steps stumbled."
He sighed quietly and shook his head slightly: "I didn't know until then that their knives were poisonous."
Lu Bu frowned for a while as he listened, held his breath for a while, gritted his teeth for a while, and in the end, he slammed the table angrily: "What a shameless thief! He's going to do whatever it takes! He deserves to be killed!"
Then he quickly stepped forward and pulled Xing Daorong over: "Brother Xing, what kind of poison did you have, and is there an antidote?"
"How can a dignified man with so much skill be able to be so cowardly and be plotted against him!"
"This..." Xing Daorong was speechless.
"It definitely doesn't happen!"
Li Qian was speechless and continued to explain to him: "I have also heard of the strange poisons used by thieves. The effects of poisons are ever-changing and there is no one type. Even if the dragon in the sea is poisoned, it will only suffer from it." There is a way to go."
"That's right." Xing Daorong nodded, his face becoming serious again: "In the next few years, I have searched for good doctors in the world, and there are many people who are not as knowledgeable as this master. They can't even recognize the poison, let alone detoxify it!"
Lu Bu became even more anxious when he heard this: "How could a good man be ruined by such a sinister trick?"
"I think I know some medical skills, so I'll take your pulse and see if I can detoxify you."
"you……"
Xing Daorong's old face panicked and he drew back his hands: "Don't come over..."
"How can a disease avoid medical treatment?"
Lu Bu could handle him more easily than a chicken, so he grabbed his hand without any explanation.
Li Qian was also dumbfounded. If Lu Bu really knew something, wouldn't it be revealed at the first touch?
But no matter how much he struggled, Lu Bu's big hands were always locked on his wrists like iron pincers, and he closed his eyes and quietly felt his pulse.
"Fengxian, does he really know medical skills?" Li Qian asked the old eunuch in a low voice.
The old eunuch chuckled, pinched three fingers, and then shrank his neck and let out a 'meow'.
Seeing that Li Qian was confused, he couldn't help but said with a dark face: "Speak like a human being."
"oh."
The old eunuch said aggrievedly: "He is just a three-legged cat."
But as soon as he said those words, he earned Lu Bu's glare.
"Sir, I have figured out Brother Xing's pulse, and I also know how to treat him!" In order to prove that he was not a three-legged cat, Lu Bu hurriedly came to claim credit from Li Qian.
Li Qian looked at him doubtfully: "Then tell me, how to treat it?"
If there really was a formula that could turn Xing Daorong into a master, he might be able to try it himself.
Xing Daorong also looked at Lu Bu in surprise. The old eunuch just kept snickering.
“It’s easy!”
Lu Bu patted his chest and said, "Brother Xing's qi and blood are stagnant. The poison has penetrated deep into his body. No herbs in the world can save him."
Xing Daorong's face turned pale when he heard this. Is there anything he can do now?
"But I still have a good medicine!"
Lu Bu said with confidence: "That is to strengthen the tempering and polishing, make one's own energy and blood stronger, and break through the so-called medicinal power in one fell swoop, and return to the top!"
"oh……"
Li Gan nodded thoughtfully. Hearing that this method didn't seem like a good method, he decided to see how effective Xing Daorong was first.
The old eunuch looked at Lu Bu with suspicion: "You are a quack, don't cure people!"
"It's definitely not broken!"
Lu Bu almost got caught by him, but when he came back to his senses, he glared at the old eunuch: "It's not that it can't be broken, but it can definitely be cured!"
He quickly came to Xing Daorong, pulled him up and walked to the middle of the small courtyard: "Brother Xing, don't worry about the old dog. Just listen to me. I'm sure you won't make a mistake?"
Xing Daorong, a three-foot tall man, was a little nervous when he heard that he was going to treat himself: "How to treat it?"
If you are sick, you can treat the disease. If you are not sick, what should you do if you are cured?
Lu Bu smiled gently at him, as if he was afraid of scaring the patient away: "Of course you will spar with me!"
When Xing Daorong heard this, his face turned green.
From the two moves they just practiced, it can be felt that there is still a huge gap in strength between the two.
Can that be called sparring? That’s a one-sided beating!
But Lu Bu was talking eloquently there, and what he said was quite reasonable: "If you think about it, only by activating Qi and blood can we continue to grow!"
"If you continue to spar with me, beat your meridians and clear blockages, it will be difficult for you not to recover your strength if things go on like this!"
Li Qian also looked at Lu Bu stupidly, is this horse riding your therapy?
Fortunately, I didn't act impulsively and said I wanted to practice, otherwise I would probably be riding a tiger now.
"I...this..." Xing Daorong turned around and wanted to leave, but how could he escape Lu Bu's clutches?
Before he even took half a step, he was pulled back.
"Brother Xing, good medicine tastes bitter. Brother, I have offended you. Please bear with me!"
Lu Bu helped him get into a posture and prepared to make gestures with him.
Li Qian was already numbed by his saucy tricks. Seeing that he was about to rush the duck to the shelf, he hurriedly said: "Fengxian, you must pay attention to your propriety!"
Lu Bu corrected him and said: "Master, pay attention to the potency of the medicine. I am not a martial arts instructor now, but a doctor."
"Since Brother Xing only has less than 1% of his power left, I will use 20% of the medicine to treat him!"
Xing Daorong almost cried: "Why don't you use 10%?"
"When you first start treatment, you will naturally need to give strong medicine to help you open up the lesions!"
Doctor Lu looked at the patient in front of him and advised him earnestly: "You should take action first. I will observe where your condition is most serious and then treat you."
"I……"
Xing Daorong was about to cry but had no tears. He stretched out his head and slashed his head, and when he retracted his head, he slashed with the same slash. He gritted his teeth and punched Lu Bu.
Unexpectedly, Lu Bu seemed to have seen through his trick a long time ago, and dodged away with light steps, and then punched Xing Daorong in the waist, hitting him so hard that his face turned red and white, white and black, and black and purple. , purple in green, with a little bit of wilted yellow in the green...
Just like the few grasses in the corner of the courtyard, waving their hands and constantly trying to stop fights.
Li Qian couldn't bear to look at such a cruel treatment scene, so he looked sideways at the two people's diagnosis and treatment.
A doctor like Dr. Lu will definitely not be troubled by the doctor-patient relationship, so he can treat the disease however he wants.
If the family members or the patient himself are not satisfied, just give him a punch.
Just like Xing Daorong now, he was about to stop because he couldn't stand this kind of rough diagnosis and treatment.
But suddenly I tripped again, and my face came into close contact with the ground...
They had been treating him like this for a long time, and Dr. Lu, who was the main contributor, was still energetic, but the patient had a bruised nose and face and was lying on the ground unable to get up. A mouthful of old blood flowed to his mouth, and he swallowed it forcefully.
"Brother Xing, how are you now? Do you feel that your energy and blood are flowing more smoothly?"
Lu Bu helped him up and asked expectantly.
"I...I..." Xing Daorong stuttered and was speechless.
"Look, I forgot what you said!"
Lu Bu slapped his head: "It's just that my treatment is not enough. You must add medicine to repair your body, otherwise it will damage your body."
Li Qian asked him curiously: "Can you prepare this medicine?"
"Of course not."
Lu Bu smiled naively and said, "Then we have to give in to Brother Xing and go out to the hospital with us."
Xing Daorong was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood. If you hadn't insisted on treating me, would I have had to suffer this injustice?
However, after the course of treatment just now, he realized one truth, which is to talk as little nonsense as possible.
The three of them took Xing Daorong out to find a medical center, and Lu Bu bought him some medicine for bruises and injuries.
Although the injuries on Xing Daorong's body looked scary, Dr. Lu's holy hands were not exaggerated. They were only superficial injuries and did not hurt the internal organs at all.
The three of them prescribed medicine, and then asked the doctor in the drug store to help Xing Daorong get the medicine before sending him home.
Lying on the carriage, Xing Daorong was still half-dead and as angry as a gossamer.
Just when he was rushing to Xing Daorong's house, Li Qian discovered something strange.
The bruises and purple spots on Xing Daorong's body are now mostly healed!
"Xing Zhuangshi, your injuries are almost healed!"
Li Qian hurriedly pointed it out to the other three people: "Is it possible that the trauma medicine in the drug store is so good?"
Lu Bu was also surprised: "So fast?"
He was already gearing up: "I originally wanted to wait two or three days before helping Brother Xing to treat him again, but now that Brother Xing has recovered so quickly, it's better to do it again!"
Xing Daorong, who was still lying on the cotton pad and dying, suddenly sat up as soon as he heard this, as if nothing happened.
“Too much is too little!”
There were tears in his eyes, and he couldn't help but hold Lu Bu's hand: "Brother Lu, doctors all pay attention to slow use of medicines, why do you come to your place twice a day?"
"this……"
Lu Bu also knew that he was in the wrong, so he explained with a smile: "You have just started to treat it, so you have to use strong medicine to open up the disease..."
"Isn't that medicine strong enough just now?" Xing Daorong asked angrily.
"That's almost it..."
Lu Bu said hurriedly: "In that case, let's take the medicine tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow..." Xing Daorong's eyes darkened.
"That's natural."
Lu Bu said as he should: "Using medicine naturally needs to be continued every day. How can there be any reason to give up halfway?"
"every day……"
Xing Daorong staggered and fell down again.
Lu Bu smiled and consoled him: "Brother Xing, I think that although your Qi and blood are not flowing smoothly, you still have the foundation of martial arts training."
"Just like when I was treating a disease, with only 20% of my strength, an ordinary person would have broken bones and tendons, but nothing happened to you..."
"Now there is nothing special about this wound medicine, but your injuries healed so quickly. It must be because of your martial arts skills!"
"This body is stronger than ordinary people!"
"I..." Xing Daorong opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Li Qian was surprised: "It turns out that the medicine for the injury is an ordinary medicine!"
But what's up with Xing Daorong's miraculous physique? Could it be that he was really a master before? He was strong and strong?
"do not worry!"
Lu Bu's face was full of expectation and he patted Xing Daorong on the shoulder: "I will definitely help you cure this stubborn disease as soon as possible. From now on, you and I will run across the capital. Who will be your opponent?"
His eyes were shining, as if he had already thought of that all-powerful moment.
"I……"
Xing Daorong was sweating profusely, as if he had already seen his tragic fate: "Brother Lu, the place where I... live... is too far away for you..."
Seeing that he was already talking nonsense, Li Qian couldn't help but feel a little pity, but before he could speak, Lu Bu said happily: "It doesn't matter!"
"Brother Xing, I have a vacant house in Guangdefang in the north. You can just move there."
"I..." Xing Daorong wanted to refuse, but was directly interrupted by Lu Bu.
"No need to be polite to me."
The more Lu Bu looked at him, the more he liked him: "You and I are as close as brothers, why do you need to be so mother-in-law?"
"No, I also have a house in the north..."
Xing Daorong's face turned green, why did he say it directly?
Sure enough, Lu Bu was even more delighted when he heard this: "That would be even better!"
Li Qian looked at Xing Daorong with pity and patted him on the shoulder: "When heaven is about to entrust this man with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his place." for."
"Xing Zhuangshi, if you want to recover your kung fu, you have to work hard!"
Don't worry about whether it's true or not. Since the problem can't be cured, just treat it first.
Suddenly the coachman's voice came from outside: "Several guests are here."
"not here!"
Lu Bu waved his hand carelessly: "If you go to the north of the city, go to Guangdefang!"
After a while, he had already found out that Xing Daorong's house was in Guangdefang.
Horse hooves stampede, pulling several people towards the north of the city.
Xing Daorong looked at the dark carriage and wanted to cry but had no tears.
Is this kidnapping? Or kidnapping?
…
Lu Bu was extremely concerned about helping Xing Daorong recover and went to him almost every day.
Even if there is a delay occasionally, it must be replenished the next day. It must be indispensable, otherwise the therapeutic effect will be delayed.
The patient was moved to tears by Dr. Lu's medical kindness and thanked his eight generations of ancestors.
However, I don't know if it was Lu Bu's misunderstanding. After his painstaking treatment time and time again, Xing Daorong seemed to be becoming more and more... resistant to fighting.
This made Lu Bu very excited and felt that his efforts had paid off, so he refused to give up on this patient.
Li Qian was highly praised for such a dedicated doctor.
Today, the ninth day of August, is a big day. Li Qian pulled Lu Bu and the old eunuch out again.
Dr. Lu was concerned about his patient and even pulled Xing Daorong out...
A few people were sitting at a street stall, eating crispy shortbread, duck blood vermicelli soup, and looking at Gongyuan in the distance.
Li Qian scooped up a spoonful of soup, put a piece of tender duck blood into his mouth, savored the taste, and asked Xing Daorong curiously: "There are not many people selling this stuff in the capital. Thank you for finding it."
Xing Daorong smiled proudly: "I can find a way to any place in the capital that sells pig blood, duck blood, chicken blood, donkey blood, dog blood..."
Li Qian was speechless, is this really something to be proud of?
But Lu Bu had a look of appreciation on his face and gave him a thumbs up.
Today is the time for the scholars to enter the Gongyuan Courtyard. Li Qian and others have just witnessed at the gate that the scholars have gone through many hurdles, entered the Dragon Gate, and entered the Gonggyuan Courtyard.
After passing this exam, their status will change dramatically. They will no longer be "poor scholars", but "rich people".
Li Qian looked at the gate of Gongyuan from a distance, feeling a little curious for a moment.
"If I had known it, I would have taken the exam."
Li Qian felt itchy about the situation in the Gongyuan.
Xing Daorong was surprised when he heard this: "Are you still a scholar?"
Before Li Qian could reply, Lu Bu said first, "Don't worry about it."
Xing Daorong didn't dare to provoke him, so he hummed, lowered his head, and took two more sips of soup.
"Old Wei, do you think it's possible to let me wander around the tribute courtyard?" Li Qian looked at the old eunuch aside.
The old eunuch's face turned bitter, and before he could say anything, Xing Daorong started shouting again.
"are you crazy?"
With a slurp, he sucked in a piece of transparent vermicelli from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Li Qian with big eyes: "This Gongyuan Dragon Gate has been locked for three days, and there is no chance of it being opened again!"
"I heard that there was a fire in the Gongyuan during the reign of Emperor Yingzong, and the Longmen official refused to open the door. As a result, the fire was extinguished and half of the scholars were burned alive..."
"real or fake?"
Li Qian raised his head and was stunned. He didn't expect such a thing to happen.
"It's true, sir."
The old eunuch was also trying to dispel this idea: "In order to ensure fairness in Qiuwei, no matter how big a mistake occurs, no more dragon gates can be opened in the middle."
If you go to Gongyuan, you must go as the emperor, which will alert those officials.
But this would be dangerous.
"I see."
Li Qian nodded in disappointment, but when he thought that there would be examinations later, and even palace examinations, and that he himself was the examiner, Li Qian felt more balanced.
"Okay, we've seen enough excitement and finished the soup. It's time for us to go back."
Xing Daorong suddenly covered his bowl and said with a smile: "I'm not full yet..."
"It's okay."
Lu Bu smiled softly, bought a porcelain basin from the store, and filled it with vermicelli soup for takeaway: "Let's go back and eat."
"I..." Xing Daorong was about to cry but had no tears. He would need medical treatment when he went back. He didn't want to go back.
"Don't resist treatment, brother Xing."
Lu Bu smiled like a big-bodied psychiatrist, which made Li Qian tremble when he looked at him.
"Fengxian, you help him treat his illness first, and Lao Wei and I will go back first."
"Okay, sir!" Lu Bu agreed readily: "I'll be back in a moment."
Although the scholars had taken their exams, the excitement in the capital did not diminish at all.
The reason is simple, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.
Ziweidian Zhengshi Hall.
Li Qian looked at the memorial in front of him and frowned.
The memorial in front of me is to advise him, the great emperor, to establish a queen as soon as possible and not to leave the harem vacant...
To be honest, Li Qian is actually not interested in people who casually point out his private life.
But he understood that becoming an emperor would bring both gains and losses.
The emperor has no family affairs, and everything is official, including marrying a wife, having children, establishing a heirloom...
In this case, some people like to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at him, the emperor.
Of course, under normal circumstances, Li Qian doesn't care.
Not long ago, a minister wrote a letter asking him to start cultivating his own ten thousand year fortune.
This thing was called Wannian Jisi during Li Qian's lifetime, but when he bangs it, it will be called So-and-so Mausoleum.
Li Qian immediately gave him a warning: I am still young, don't expect me to die early.
It is said that the official felt aggrieved after receiving the reply.
It is customary to build tombs while the emperor is alive. I am just reminding you of the old saying.
If you build a house while you are still alive, isn’t this auspicious land the same as the house you will have after you die? Even if you are not happy to build a house for you?
Of course, there are really no one who likes to write letters and talk about things like this, except for those censors who don't need to add salt to their meals every day.
They either criticized corrupt officials in the capital, such as Qin Hui and Cai Jing, or they criticized He Shen and Yan Song for their disaster relief work in Xingyang. Some even wanted to read a copy of their own leader Wei Zheng, saying that he There is no such thing as Barabala...
In fact, Li Qian was very tolerant of these censors because of their special status and upright conduct... most of them were upright.
Recently, there have been many memorials urging him to become a queen, but only the one in front of him made Li Qian particularly unhappy.
It says that there are rumors among the people that the reason why His Majesty the Emperor has not established a queen for a long time is because you are always dissatisfied with the current concubines and want to recruit beautiful girls from all over the world.
The common people like to spread rumors, and when they hear this, they are all panicked, and everyone rushes to marry off their daughters.
Please also appoint a queen as soon as possible to eliminate the rumors among the people.
Isn't this a subtle mockery of him as the emperor?
As soon as they heard that he was going to draft a girl, everyone quickly married off their daughters. What does this mean?
Besides, when did Li Qian ever talk about drafting women again? He never even thought about it!
And when he was wandering around the capital these days, he never heard of any people rushing to marry their daughters!
The emperor has no feet in the majestic capital. Where did he hear this rumor?
Li Qian suspected that this bastard made it up himself!
He looked at this memorial and his teeth itched with anger, while Wu Meiniang and Lu Pheasant on the side were hiding their faces and snickering.
Neither of the two women dared to draft memorials related to such private matters, and left them all to Li Qian himself.
The position of the queen is very important. Not only the concubines of the Sixth Palace are staring at it, but they are also staring, and the expectations in their hearts are definitely higher than any of the concubines in the Sixth Palace...
"Your Majesty, this person has spread rumors to Your Majesty and deserves to be punished."
Wu Meiniang's phoenix eyes were filled with evil, and her pretty face turned to be a bit unkind as she stared at the memorial: "If such evil-minded people are not punished, others will surely follow suit."
As one of the closest people around Li Qian, she and Lu Pheasant naturally knew that Li Qian had frequently left the palace recently.
Where did this rumor come from outside?
Lu Zhi was also a little sullen, and gently pulled Li Qian's arm: "Your Majesty, you must never let go of someone like this who spreads rumors and ruins your reputation."
Li Qian sighed: "The imperial censors all heard about the matter. If we want to force the calculation, I really have no reason to punish him."
In the early days of the Chinese dynasty, in order to allow the censors to dare to speak out, Taizu Taizu of Daqian established the rule of reporting events based on rumors.
For example, censors and admonishment officials should not have to wait until they have investigated the matter clearly before submitting a letter. As long as they hear rumors, they can directly submit a letter to report the matter, and then the court will start investigating.
Even if the final investigation proves that they made a mistake, Yan Guan will not be punished for it. This is called not being punished for his words, which was also a name used by Li Qian to defend Wei Zheng at the court meeting.
When Wu Meiniang and Lu Zhi saw his reaction, they knew that His Majesty the Emperor did not want to deal with this censor.
Now no one will doubt that he is incompetent or soft-hearted.
With His Majesty's methods, even if there is no reason, he can still make things happen if he wants to.
Just like Ma Jiyuan before, now that Qin Hui and Cai Jing are no longer mentioned, who still remembers this person?
Lu Pheasant said from the side: "Your Majesty is a wise king, but when dealing with such a villain, you should not be overly indulgent, otherwise he will definitely take advantage of him."
Li Qian shook his head gently: "If it's too much, let's go too far. Let him go for a while, and then I'll deal with him when I can't bear it anymore."
"And this kind of thing, if the punishment is severe, it will appear that I am making a fuss out of a molehill. When others see this, they think that I am guilty of committing a crime and really have the intention of drafting girls again. Now that he has exposed it, they become angry and angry."
Li Qian rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "But if the punishment is light, just a few slaps with the imperial stick, maybe it will make this person more famous, and he will rise steadily in the officialdom. People may have been waiting for him!" "
Now, he also knows some of the ways in the officialdom. The imperial staff is like a medal for civil servants. If you receive the imperial staff, it will arouse the admiration of both superiors and subordinates. Your reputation will rise and you will be regarded as someone who dares to speak out. A model of remonstrance.
If you have a conflict with a colleague or something, turn around and flash your butt, people will know that you have received a cane from the scar and they will definitely get some points from you.
In addition, since Li Qian ascended the throne, he has never hit an official with a royal stick, which makes many people look forward to it.
Li Qian sneered: "Your Majesty, he is the first person to be beaten with a royal stick since he became emperor!"
"Listen, how majestic it is to spread the word! Those who are spanked with the imperial cane in the back are all shorter than him! But I just don't do what they want, that is, I don't spank them!"
Wu Meiniang and Lu Pheasant sweated profusely, but they didn't expect that there was such a secret among them.
"These people... really have sinister intentions."
Lu Pheasant clenched his fists angrily and couldn't help but said: "I have given your Majesty a bad name, but I have gained a good reputation as a way to advance!"
"I will not spank such a person."
Li Qian looked at her pouty rosy mouth, suddenly chuckled, and gently patted the two women's buttocks: "If you want to spank me, I'll spank my concubines."
This spanking and the other spanking naturally have different meanings.
Lu Pheasant and Wu Meiniang both trembled in embarrassment, their jade faces turned red, and they turned away.
Li Qian smiled softly and began to review the memorial again.
In fact, he also knew why these people were trying to persuade him to become a queen recently.
Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is also called the Moon Sacrifice Festival. Even so, Li Qian did not have to be busy making sacrifices under the arrangements of the officials of the Ministry of Rites, just because of a tradition: women do not worship the stove, and men do not worship the moon.
That's why he, the emperor, was able to escape those complicated rituals.
But he can escape, but others cannot.
It is the custom of Daqian that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the queen should worship the moon on behalf of the Heavenly Family. However, His Majesty the Emperor has not yet appointed a queen.
Without the queen, there would be no one to represent the Heavenly Family to worship the moon.
This is also the root cause of many ministers’ memorials.
But Li Qian also knew that if the queen was established now, there would be no time to prepare for the ceremony.
The civil servants just wanted to take this opportunity to let him select someone, which would put an end to their worries.
But Li Qian didn't want to pay attention to them.
He has his own solution to the matter of worshiping the moon.