In the main hall of the Forbidden City, Monk Guo Guan looked at Pu Wuyong using a toothpick to comb the lines of the top cabinets. Some of them were old dust that looked like mud, or solidified paint, like mud balls, or like rubbing in a bath.
It looks like chapped, one strand after another.
He suppressed the goosebumps all over his body and whispered, "He Guangyi has given me a trick on Long Live, please handle it strictly and wish you peace!"
"Huh! I've already done this, and I want to be both a good and a good person!" Pu Wuyong smiled sarcastically, "But I'm not that stupid yet!" He frowned and looked at the top cabinet, "Why is it so dirty? Why is it so dirty?
Isn’t it clean?”
Having said this, he suddenly looked down at his fingernails.
Then he quickly replaced it with a new toothpick in disgust, soaked it in water and picked it up carefully.
"The year when the Za family first entered the palace, my godfather punished me because my fingernails were not clean. I had to kneel in the snow for three hours in the coldest weather... As a servant in front of the emperor, I must be clean!"
There must be something behind his words. Guo Guanseng seemed to understand something, but he didn't understand anything.
"Is this... just over?" Guo Guanseng asked tentatively.
Pu Wuyong squinted his eyes, and the latter immediately bowed.
"The people below will make some little interludes, and Long Live Lord will watch it for fun. But if this episode goes on forever, Long Live Lord will be annoyed!" Pu Wuyong finished picking off his fingernails and started to deal with the two-meter-high top cabinet again, "
If the people below can really fight out a sweet and sour fight right away, that's all. But if you can't fight and just waste it, that's not just an annoyance!"
"I thought it was a humble job..."
"What do you think?" Pu Wuyong moved a stool, stepped on it, reached the top of the top of the cabinet, and wiped it carefully, "You! You have the same problem as He Guangyi! Your claws become numb when something happens!
"
As he said that, he suddenly smiled and said, "Thinking too much is not a good thing! If there is a slight disturbance, they will think that Long live the Lord is not happy and wants to attack them! How can the Long live Lord be so idle?"
"Just like this time, Xiao He and Lao Wang got into a fight over this matter, and in the end it wasn't Long Live the Lord who came to resolve the case? There are so many military and national affairs that are too busy to deal with. Are these servants in the family worth the trouble?"
"Slaves, if you can use them, use them. If they can't, let them go. It's hard to find people who want to be loyal ministers and filial sons. Aren't slaves just picking on you?"
Guo Guanseng seemed to understand a little more about this.
He Guangyi thought too much, so he was timid and did not control it well from the beginning, which caused him to lose face.
What the emperor actually wants to see is that since He Guangyi dares to think about so many useless things and dares to use small means to provoke him first, he must have the responsibility and be able to bear all the consequences.
Unexpectedly, just congratulating Ping'an would make him disgraced and disgraced...
"As for He Laoliu, it's just a dream! Wishful thinking has harmed you, so you don't deserve pity! Those who don't follow the rules deserve it!" Pu Wuyong said again, and continued to concentrate on dealing with the top cabinets, as if he had something to do with those mud balls.
Like hatred.
"I still have a question about my humble position, what is commanding over there..."
"He fell into the trap, as long as the emperor knows his intentions!" Pu Wuyong said calmly.
"Just let him go like this?" Guo Guanseng thought to himself.
The next second, Pu Wuyong seemed to be able to directly see through people's thoughts and said, "Are you thinking that after making such a big fuss and ending like this, it seems that He Guangyi didn't lose anything?"
"He has suffered a great loss, Sacred Heart!"
"Who is he? The emperor's slave, who is Old Wang? He is also the emperor's slave! Isn't it a quarrel in the nest to be petty and scheming? He will be careful in the future...be careful!"
Speaking of this, Pu Wuyong suddenly gave Guo Guanseng a serious look, "Zhajia will teach you one more thing..."
"My father-in-law teaches me, and I am a humble listener!"
"We are all the Emperor's slaves. We should help the Emperor with the outside world, not...with the inside!"
"I understand the humble position!"
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Qianmen Street, Dongxingji.
The bastard was dressed in casual clothes, walking around like a rich man.
Behind him were two eunuchs similarly dressed in casual clothes, each with their hands full of all kinds of food.
"Is there any beef?" The bastard stepped into a butcher's shop.
"Sir, let's see what you said!" The butcher shop owner was startled, "The law of the Ming Dynasty prohibits eating cows..."
"Don't fucking do this! The laws of the Ming Dynasty don't allow merchants to wear silk and satin. Don't you also have satin hanging on the outside of your cotton robe?" The bastard scolded with a smile, "I was introduced by an acquaintance, don't be nagging!"
Everything is not so absolute.
In the Ming Dynasty, it was not allowed to eat farm cattle, but it did not say that beef cattle were not allowed to be eaten.
Anyway, it’s all beef. Who knows whether it’s farm cattle slaughtered privately or beef cattle shipped from outside the country?
"How much do you want?" The shopkeeper smiled and asked the bastard to sit down.
"Don't sit down anymore!" The bastard looked around in the butcher shop, "Well, there are five kilograms of tendons, five kilograms of ribs, and five kilograms of beef belly, cut into whole pieces."
"Your house has a large population!" The shopkeeper smiled and greeted the big customers.
"Not much, just my wife... son and girl!" The tortoise smiled sarcastically, "The two children are weak, so they need to eat more beef! Buy them back and make buns and dumplings, marinate them and let them eat them slowly!
"
"The villain has chosen it and cuts it for you. I will give it to you later..."
"No, I'm here with someone, hurry up!" As he said that, the bastard turned to look at the counter, "Then... are the pig's trotters rotten? Here are ten! The elbows are good, I want five...
"
"Okay! Just wait!"
Ever since these two children came to the house, the bastard was worried that they would not be able to eat well, as if he wanted to make up for all the suffering they had suffered in the past.
He would send food to his house regardless of whether he could eat it or not. Even if the two children could smell it, he would be happy.
After a while, the meat was cut and the cooked food was wrapped.
He was piled like a hill in the arms of the two little eunuchs. He, the bastard, walked leisurely in front of him, while the two little eunuchs behind him had grimaces on their faces, and their hands were so tired.
~~
I didn't ride in a carriage, I just walked on my legs.
We arrived at the bastard's new house in less than half an hour.
Housing in the capital was expensive, and his status was also eye-catching, so he chose a small courtyard with seventeen rooms for two and bought it. It looked like a small courtyard where well-to-do people lived.
"you are back!"
The porter was an old eunuch who had come out of the palace, and he looked downcast and pleasant.
"Yeah!" The bastard nodded shamefully, "Are you still used to it?"
"Get used to it!" the old eunuch said quickly, "Thank you for taking care of me, sir. Without you, at this age, I would have just found a temple to hang out and wait to die!"
"Now that you're here, stay well and take care of yourself! Treat my child as your own and watch it carefully. Don't worry, the Za family can't do anything wrong to you!" The bastard said, turning to the little eunuch behind him and saying,
"Send the things to the kitchen!"
Then, he said to the old eunuch, "Call everyone here, the Za family has something to say!"
"yes!"
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Not long after, five or six old eunuchs and grandmothers stood in the courtyard.
There was also a couple who were the cooks in the kitchen. There were also two young men pretending to be young men who drove the family's car and took care of the hospital.
Finally, there is an old boy who looks like Mr. Accountant.
The bastard was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the frightened circle of people in front of him, and his face unconsciously showed a bit of the majesty of a general manager.
"Let's talk about Zajia first!"
When everyone arrived, the bastard said, "As for you, you have been in the palace all your life, and you have no relatives. Even if you have, you are just trying to steal your private money, and may not be my nephew who is really caring for you in your old age.
Men take precedence over women!”
"Since you are willing to come to the Ze family, the Za family will support you. But there is one thing. Those bad things in the palace are not allowed to be brought to the Za family home!"
"The Zajia family is not stingy about food, clothing, clothing, and flowers. But if anyone dares to bully the children of the Zajia family, they want to take advantage of our family not being at home very much and take advantage of them..."
As he said this, the bastard narrowed his eyes and said, "Being beaten to death is an easy task!"