I was reborn by the emperor

A confidential letter was sent to Qianqing Palace in a hurry overnight.

Deeper and more dewy, the dark guards are full of travel and dust, standing under the white marble steps of the Qianqing Palace, only showing a pair of eagle-like eyes staring at Wang Fulu.

Wang Fulu raised his eyebrows, scattered the palace people around, and went down to greet the visitor himself.

The words of the dark guard sounded muffled through the thick veil, he turned sideways, and whispered in Wang Fulu's ear, "Rehe Palace".

Four words, the content of the secret letter has been explained, and Wang Fulu's face became serious.

Wang Fulu clenched the secret box in his hand, and the dust fly was hanging on the ground. He cast a glance at the hidden guard, and waved him back.

Facing the eunuch waiting outside the hall, he said: "Look closely, no one is allowed to enter."

He sternly said, "Concubine Li is coming to have a meal today. If your majesty doesn't say anything, she will stop her."

He shook his clothes, put the fly whisk on his arms again, and pushed open the door of Qianqing Palace.

There have been a lot of trivial matters in the court these days, His Majesty was at his desk reviewing the memorials day and night, and when he saw him coming in, he didn't even lift his head, "Tell the imperial concubine to postpone the meal by an hour, and tell her to wait."

The emperor hadn't set foot in the harem for a long time, and he hadn't even seen the empress very much. Wang Fulu only accepted the concubine's dinner this time, and Wang Fulu knew in his heart that it was only because of the concubine's natal family.

The emperor seems to be omnipotent, but in fact he is everywhere.

Due to the frostbite, the Xiongnu in the border area began to move around again. They clashed with Dayan several times. They wanted to eat and drink.His Majesty was so annoyed that he wanted to annihilate her in one fell swoop. The imperial concubine's natal brother was the general this time.

When the emperor is appointed, all the courtiers dare not refuse to obey, but under the order, they are always less motivated.If the emperor promises some benefits, it will increase the chances of winning.Forced by the situation, His Majesty began to favor Concubine Li again.

Wang Fulu has seen it clearly in the past few years, since the accident with Concubine Rong, the emperor's treatment of Concubine Li is not as good as before, at least he has never taken it seriously.

Two hours ago, a maid from the Ligui Palace came to inquire about the dishes His Majesty wanted to use today, and they said that the imperial concubine cooked it herself.

Not only did the emperor not reply, but he also postponed the time. He didn't know how many times the food would be hot when it really passed.

But these things are not related to Wang Fulu's business. Concubine Li and the queen are fighting to the death, and what does it matter if he is working beside the emperor.

The only empress who might have something to do with her was completely broken because of Xu Lianlang's reluctance.

He lowered his head and presented the secret box related to the Jehol Palace.

The box was light, with only one page of letter paper.

The Taifu's handwriting has its own muscles and bones, and the horizontal and vertical strokes are full of strength.

The emperor snorted, "It seems that the Tai Tuo is staying in the Rehe Palace quite leisurely."

He didn't open it in a hurry, squinted his eyes and looked through the stacks of boxy letter papers, and suddenly said to Wang Fulu, "Your goddaughter hasn't been transferred yet?"

Wang Fulu immediately knelt down, "Nothing escapes your eyes."

He was not surprised that the emperor knew that the emperor's eyeliner was all over the palace, but most of the time, the emperor chose to turn a blind eye and close one eye. The emperor was often lazy to care, but once he started to care, it would be fatal.

He kowtowed, "Your Majesty, the servant did not say much about what the empress asked for."

"I didn't tell you this." The emperor threw down a table of memorials, and walked to the couch with the letter. He was half lying down, "Is the adopted daughter you want to accept the one served by the Tower of Clouds?"

How could Wang Fulu dare to hide it anymore, he knelt down and took a few steps toward the emperor, "Yes, you saw it last time, that girl is very clever, and the slave is moved, but the girl doesn't know how to compliment, so the slave is fine."

In fact, he didn't forget it so easily, it's just that during this period of time, the emperor paid too much attention to the Shuoyun Pavilion. Although he didn't go there, there were always hidden guards stationed there.

Wang Fulu had lingering fears in his heart, thinking to wait a little longer, anyway, he would not be able to escape even if he was in Shuoyun Pavilion.

The emperor let out a "hmm", a little yin and yang, "That girl is the protector."

It's not the protector, she was threatened like that last time, in front of him, and wanted to block Concubine Rong.

Although overconfident, but also frank and cute.

He said to Wang Fulu: "Stop your thoughts, that girl looks good to me, let her stay with Xiao Qi. Now Xiao Qi rejects people thousands of miles away, it's rare for him to identify someone."

He raised his hand towards Wang Fulu, and Wang Fulu stood up slowly, "What your majesty said is that even Miss Lang is kind-hearted, and she is also kind to His Highness Seven."

The emperor gave a short laugh, he couldn't tell whether it was joy or anger, he sighed, and fiddled with the corners of the letter paper with his fingertips, "Xiaoqi has a bad temper, I let the Tai Tuo go there for so long, he still doesn't If he is willing to bow his head to me, as long as he bows his head, he can go back to the palace, and even get the throne, what is he not satisfied with."

Hearing this, Wang Fulu didn't dare to say a word at all. As a slave, he had to learn to close his ears in time, and pretended not to hear something when he heard it.

The emperor's knuckles creaked, and he was a little irritable. The Taifu would write letters every other month, talking about Xiaoqi's daily life, but he never mentioned what he started to teach. He couldn't bear it, and asked a few questions before finally Know what your son thinks.

The son hates him.

He knew this, otherwise, how could he push him into the river embankment silt with his own hands.

But he didn't pursue his fault, Xiao Qi wanted him to do what he wanted.

He is not only his father, but also the king of a country. He is sorry for him, but the emperor's guilt has been so inclined to him. If he doesn't accept it, he doesn't know what to do.

He once loved this son to the bottom of his bones, and he also hated it to the bottom of his bones. When he slowly recovered from the shock of the concubine Rong's incident and wanted to save this son, he became awkward again.

He felt that Lu Jieming didn't know what was good or bad, but also felt that Lu Jieming was strong-blooded. Few people could refuse the benefits he offered. His son had such a temper at such a young age, which surprised him.

But it would be a loss for the entire Great Yan Dynasty to keep him dragging around in the Tower of Clouds.

Looking at his sons, only Xiaoqi can fulfill his long-cherished wish in the future.

The emperor rubbed his brows, and after some hesitation, he slowly opened the letter paper. He had no hope, but he didn't realize it. Lu Jieming finally compromised.

Wang Fulu put a cup of warm tea at the emperor's hand, he took it, swallowed it up in one gulp, and at the same time closed the lid of the tea, he could not hide his joy.

The Taifu wrote in the letter that Lu Jieming had already worshiped him as his teacher. When he wrote this letter, he had just copied a policy by his side. He was really wise and sharp. Given time, he should not be underestimated. Entrusted by His Majesty.

When I wrote the last line, it was heavy and serious, and the words were sincere, "Your Majesty, giving Your Highness two years will definitely make everyone's eyes shine. It will be cheaper to plan to return to the palace at that time. The knot between father and son, It's also easier to untie."

The emperor closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, "I originally planned to go to the Rehe Palace this year, but it seems that it will not happen."

Wang Fulu didn't know the content of the letter, but he was puzzled, "The affairs of the Rehe Palace have been arranged, and when His Majesty passes this year's summer vacation, should we just let them stop working?"

The emperor straightened up and pointed to the golden auspicious animal candlestick beside him. Wang Fulu understood, and lit the candle on the candlestick. The flames shot up, leaving blue marks in the air.

The emperor held the letter paper between his fingers, and moved closer to the candlestick. The flames burned to the letter paper, and within a short while, it turned to ashes.

"Don't let them suspend work, continue. If you don't go this year, you have to go next year. Give my son two years to see how he can surprise me."

Wang Fulu responded and stepped back, "Your servant will make arrangements now."

The table was covered with memorials. He was very tired. He had been unable to do what he wanted in the past few years, and his eyes began to blur, but he didn't dare to do it to anyone. Even if it was the smallest thing, handing it over to others would be to disperse the imperial power. I hope that after two years, his Xiaoqi can become another person on this copybook.

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Zhang Cheng lay on the rattan chair and read the script, his eyes kept shifting from the colorful pictures in the script to Lu Jieming.

This new apprentice is more attractive to him than these scriptures.

Lu Jieming sat down on his knees, holding the writing brush with his slender fingers. The barrel of the brush was black, which made his complexion like jade. He pressed the pen with a little force, and his fingertips were slightly red.

It is really pleasing to the eye.

Sensing Zhang Cheng's frequent glances, Lu Jieming closed the book with a snap, and raised his eyelids, "Teacher's thoughts are mixed, let's stop here today."

Zhang Cheng opened his mouth slowly, then closed it again, staring blankly, watching him pack his things.

Isn't this strange, obviously he is the master and he is the apprentice, but the daily homework arrangement is actually arranged by the apprentice, you see, you just leave, and you have to blame for the early end. Attributed to his teacher.

But Zhang Cheng had no way to defend himself.

I had no choice but to grab his sleeve and force myself to look like a teacher, "Lu Jieming, what are you going back to do in such a hurry! You haven't finished writing this theory, if you don't write today, you won't be able to continue tomorrow."

Lu Jieming watched him pick up his sleeves, raised his eyebrows, "I have to go back and cook."

He spread his hand and signaled Zhang Cheng to let go.

Zhang Cheng was so surprised that his mouth was stuffed with eggs, "You cook? You cook... What about Lian Lang? Shouldn't she be cooking?"

No wonder Zhang Cheng thinks so, Xu Lianlang's identity is a maidservant, it's too... unreasonable for a dignified prince to personally go to the stove to stir up trouble.

Lu Jieming didn't want to explain too much, but when he thought of that reason, he felt better, and it was much harder to talk, "My sister said that I will be an adult and a man in the future. If that's the case, cooking is nothing."

Zhang Cheng muttered, "What does the prince's cooking have to do with being a man?"

But looking at the joy in the corners of Lu Jieming's eyes and brows, he knew that it would be useless to talk too much, maybe it was just a little fun between the two of them.

He smacked his lips, and handed over the notebook in his hand, "Show it to Lian Lang, it's not bad, it's a story about childhood sweethearts who got mixed up by the young master of a rich family and got together again."

Lu Jieming didn't move his fingers, his face slowly darkened.

"Hold it, hold it," Zhang Cheng was still stuffing.

Lu Jieming was about to be laughed out of anger, "Teacher, let me say it again, you can't show the scriptures to your sister."

Pressing his fingertips on the cover of the storybook, he flipped through a few pages lightly, and by chance, he happened to see the beautiful picture. He took a quick glance, and with a slight force of his hand, the storybook split in two.

Zhang Cheng let out a "wow", it was too late to make amends, he patted his chest to comfort himself, fortunately he still had a box.

But what Zhang Taifu didn't expect was that Lu Jieming's tearing up took two full years.

At that time, the young man was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. When Zhang Cheng looked at him, he would look up. He had a half-smile, "Teacher, I really don't have a long memory. I've already said it. I can't show it to my sister. How about you?" If I catch it a few times, I see that the box has bottomed out."

The author has something to say: 14 years old, it is the age when the spring heart sprouts, you have to understand what is love and who you love