Beloved Princess Wants Reform

The next afternoon, I do not know who spread the news, people in the palace have been talking about the Ministry of accounts secretary's daughter Chu Xiu has already made a secret promise to the emperor. In fact, it's not a big deal. It's just that Chu Xiu is a lady of a noble family after all. It's not reserved to make such comments.

At noon with snacks, Yuwen Lingxi is leaning on the imperial concubine's couch reading, at this time, the side of a few small servant girls in the window under the ear.

"Hey, did you hear that Chu Xiu, the daughter of the Secretary of the Ministry of household affairs, had already made a secret promise to the emperor before she entered the palace? The study was full of portraits of the emperor! I'm such a fool... "

"Cut I don't think this man is reserved enough. There's nothing wrong with liking the Holy One, but you don't want to know when the news will not spread well. It's just at this juncture. It's clear that the concubine is very popular and wants to get a share of it.... "

"I'll worry about the salty radish. We just need to serve the master well. Why do we care so much? Be careful to be heard and hit you! Go to work, go to... "

She has been practicing for many years. Naturally, she can't hide this from her ears. She can't help laughing when she hears the words.

"Qianning." Yuwen Lingxi put down the book in his hand, "my palace is tasteless recently. I want to eat some spicy food and order the small kitchen to prepare it." Then she waved, motioned qianning to come over, attached it to her ear and said in a soft voice, "go and add some seasoning to the palace."

Thousand coagulate understanding, tiny blessing body went out to handle affairs.

After lunch, Yuwen Lingxi finds a reason to go out to Ryukyu cherry terrace.

In recent days, it is said that xiunv likes to cool down here, but she also wants to join in the fun.

Around the cloud corridor, Yuwen Lingxi has not seen anyone to hear the sound.

"If you really think that you can win the saint's favor with your painting skills, you don't know what you are."

So arrogant?

With a smile in his mouth, Yu wenlingxi waved his fan and came over from one end of the path. "Who is this palace to teach people in such a methodical way?"

When people see Yuwen Lingxi, they kneel down one after another to say hello. With the previous events, Rao is Yuwen sensitive and obediently abides by the rules.

What Yuwen Lingxi is wearing today is a tribute fabric from the western regions, which is famous for its light and thin cloud shadow yarn. It was also made into a long skirt by the Bureau of clothing, with the skirt on the ground. Passing Yuwen sensitive, a gust of wind blowing, almost the skirt to her face.

Yuwen Lingxi sat down on the jade stool, picked up the fan and raised Yuwen's sensitive chin, "who is this palace? It turns out it's Miss Yuwen." She sneered, "when the palace is gone, it's your turn to tell the story of the harem. It seems that the prime minister's goddaughter is useless. It's useless to have a good skin bag. "

Words fall, she slightly lift eyes, pretended to inadvertently skim to the stone table of Danqing, can't help but surprise mouth, "this is who do, brush is so delicate."

Chu Xiu was slightly stunned for a moment, but she still went forward and gave a little salute. "It's the clumsy work of the courtier's daughter that makes her smile."

Yuwen Lingxi: "how can you have this heart? I can't ask for it. And this year's girls are more and more unruly. They come from the same family. How can they talk about the high and low. In the future, you will serve the emperor by your heart, not by your mother's high official position. If you go home earlier, you'll have to use your family to persuade you to go back. "

When her words came out, several pretty girls in the crowd pulled the corners of their mouths slightly, as if laughing. As we all know, the former dynasties and the latter palaces have been integrated since ancient times. The emperors and concubines were rarely born according to their birth.

Yuwenlingxi is lazy to look after the idea of those minions. What she said is really stupid, but she can't bear that the emperor is a Hun Jun now, but he never plays according to the routine.

When Yuwen Lingxi came, all the girls had no idea of enjoying the scenery, but half of the time, they had already gone.

At this time Chu Xiu is also, received the scroll on the stone table, just want to leave, suddenly was called by Yuwen Lingxi.

"Why is Miss Chu in such a hurry?"

Chu Xiu is a little stiff, but she is still polite and says, "the courtiers are afraid to disturb the empress."

Yuwen Lingxi: "no harm."

She got up and took over her scroll. "It's really good for the palace to see your painting. It's just so good. It's better for the emperor to see it. What do you think of Miss Chu?"

Chu Xiu was very surprised and didn't speak very quickly. "Niang Niang..."

Yuwen Lingxi friendly pressed her hand, "no harm, this palace all understand. What the palace lacks most is a gentle person like you. In this case, how can the palace bear to see you sad? "

Chuxiu heard speech suddenly kneel down, as if by a great grievance like choking way: "courtesan kowtow to your concubine."

Yuwen Lingxi waved his hand, and his eyes had already reached the destination. He was no longer interested in staying, so he went back to Xihe palace.

As soon as I stepped into the palace gate, I was hugged by Lu Zhang and said, "where did the princess go? Let me wait."

See the atmosphere between the two people began to heat up, the people around them will be wise to retreat.

"What's the result?" Lu Zhang still kept the same posture and refused to let go. Yu Wen Ling Xi then took his hand and turned two circles in front of Lu Zhang's chest. He said: "there is a beautiful woman who looks after you. How can you be happy?"Lu Zhang: "as long as I love my concubine, it's enough."

Yuwen Lingxi knows that it's his nonsense, and enters the topic with a smile, "my concubine knows that tomorrow Chuxiu will go back to Shangshu house to celebrate my grandmother's birthday, so I specially ask the emperor to arrange for my concubine to have a chance with her and go into the house with fairness."

"Do you doubt..." Lu Zhang paused and looked down at her. "Is there something wrong with the tax there?"

Yuwen Lingxi nodded faintly: "yes, because of the spy newspaper sent by my concubine, the prime minister was extremely extravagant, so he became suspicious. How can a person with a state salary, no matter what, be as rich as the national treasury? "

This morning, the people of Xihe palace all know that the imperial concubine went to the temple to pay her vows, and the palace was rarely quiet.

But in the capital, Yuwen Lingxi is willing to come back, but the carriage he takes suddenly breaks down. Because it was a tiny dress, a group of eunuchs wanted to stop the carriage out of the palace and send out a letter. Don't want to, a hand then stopped Chu Xiu's.

Two people happen to meet, Chu Xiu know the cause and effect, must be to invite Yuwen Lingxi to your house.

Just with her heart, Yu Wen Ling Xi pretends to postpone some time, can't bear Miss Chu's enthusiasm, then drive away together.

Although the empress should not appear in public, Chu Xiu will become one of them in the future, and her present identity comes from the people, so the Chu family will not be ignorant.

The banquet is very grand and lively, Yuwen Lingxi and Chu family's daughter sitting in the elegant room. During the dinner, she secretly winked at qianning, and then continued to chat with others as if nothing had happened.

Without the airs of a concubine, she looks like a big sister, but she is very popular with the little girls of Chu family.

After about a stick of incense, qianning comes back, and her face is calm. Yuwen Lingxi knows that she has got it, so she puts down her heart and continues to talk and laugh.

Back to the palace, Mrs. Chu repeatedly told, and thanks to Yuwen Lingxi. Now she has a good idea of what she's got.

After arriving at the Xihe palace, Qian Ning handed over the copied things, frowning slightly, "Niang Niang, the prime minister's taxes are not wrong."