Chapter 70 under house arrest

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I'm so tired these days. I was going to update it yesterday, but I fell asleep in front of the computer.

I'm old, and it's useless!

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Not many,

Manager Qin greeted him in person again. He saluted: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

When he passed by, he whispered, "Mrs. Mozhu is also in it, maybe..."

Add oil and vinegar? Or pour oil on the fire?

I didn't think so, smiled and stepped into the threshold of the main hall.

Layers of colorful jade-colored menaces are implicated between the dragon pillars, adding a few inexplicable soft colors to the solemn Weiyang Palace. Although the doors and windows were tight, there was still a trace of wind coming in and sweeping the dragon case in front of them. A new wooden couch was set on several sides of the case. A woman in a lotus-colored train sat with her back to me, holding a medicine bowl in one hand, and stirring the copper ladle in the bowl in the other hand. The half of her body was inclined to lean on the couch and said softly, "Your Majesty, drink some and read the memorial. This medicine was personally fried by my concubine!"

"Well." The emperor's uncle did not look up, turned over a memorial and wrote again: "Put it down first."

"Your Majesty~~"

Mrs. Mo Zhu's shy and aggrieved words made me really trembling and suddenly shocked the seemingly harmonious two people.

"Youyou?" The emperor's uncle put down his pen and tilted his head: "I'm coming."

"...is coming."

"Princess Chang'an!" Mrs. Mozhu also stood up and restrained slightly towards me: "Are your two palace attendants all right?"

"Thank you for your concern." I returned a gift.

"Oh, don't break the palace." She hurried forward to hold me: "You are the princess of Zongdie. I can't stand your courtesy!"

"That's it." I got out of her way and straightened up.

"Presumptuous!"

The emperor's uncle scolded angrily, and I turned back at the same time as Mrs. Mozhu. As I got close, I could even clearly feel her trembling all over.

"Your Majesty? Concubine, minister..." Mrs. Mozhu called carefully.

The emperor's uncle glanced at her lightly, but turned to me: "Youyou, you are too presumptuous!"

Opening his eyes wide, the fierce anger in his eyes made me unable to believe it. Is he...to me?

Then, in Mrs. Mozhu's gloating laughter, I knelt on the ground.

He lowered his head and didn't look at the emperor's uncle's expression, but he didn't wake me up. In this stalemate, I don't know how long it took, and the hall fell into silence again, so quiet that I could only make sure that he was still there from two light or heavy breaths.

"Xiaozhu, I haven't used my meal yet." The soft voice is still irresistible this time.

"No. I'm going to order it." Reluctance.

When the shallow footsteps gradually faded away, a pair of soap boots came into his eyes, and then the emperor's uncle's voice came to his ear: "Is it him?"

I suddenly looked up, and my shocked expression was framed in my eyes like a black pool.

"He?" I repeated unconsciously, but there was still chaos in my head.

The emperor's uncle squatted down and looked down at me: "Yes. I can hit my weakness with one blow, thus making an exquisite layout that makes me irresistible. I really can't think of anyone else in today's world except Ruyang Marquis?

"So, did you know this was a trap?"

"I'm not confused yet."

"Then what you pretended... is also a way to attract you into the urn?"

He coughed twice, a little uncomfortable, but did not deny it.

"Then why did you say this to Ayou?" I stared at his face for fear of missing a little expression and continued, "The Marquis of Ruyang in your mouth is Ayou's own father. Aren't you afraid...?"

"Youyou, I want to know the truth!" He held my shoulders.

The truth? Ha ha, if I say I don't know, can you believe it?" Looking at his gradually drooping eyelashes, my back was cold. I heard a voice saying, "Father, it turns out that the relationship between us in the past few years is so cheap, and the so-called trust between each other is only so few!"

"Han You..."

"Is the minister wrong?"

"Do not be spoiled and arrogant!"

"Are you spoiled and proud?" I can't believe that the emperor's uncle will put this word on my head.

The person in front of me stopped looking at me and stood up. My body was a little unstable. I reflexively reached out to help him, but was blocked by him.

"Don't use you, if you really have the intention," he slowly turned his head: "If you really have the intention, just tell me, and wait for the next plan!"

I silently lowered my arms.

He sneered coldly, walked to the dragon case, and waved his hand casually: "Get back, just think about it in the Huanxi Hall, think about it... until you figure it out."

Does this mean to put me under house arrest?

Suddenly, the wind suddenly pushed open an unclosed and tight Xuan window, lifted the layers of clouds in the hall, and flew by, mixed with lotus colors.

I can't remember how many days I was under house arrest in Huanxi Hall. Only when the first glow shines on the book in front of the case in the morning will I look out of the window. Is it another day?

Yes, since I came out of the Weiyang Palace that day, I have been so much. I have been soaking in a large pile of books and briefs all day long, reading one policy after another, tirelessly, almost punished.

At the beginning, Lan Ying and the others were also painstaking and persuading each other. But when I put down the book strategy, I looked as if I was frustrated and empty, and I really couldn't stand it, so I hurriedly stuffed me back into the study.

All kinds of supplements are sent one after another to force me to pour them down, and the fire dragon in the study also burns warmly and never stops. In such a comfortable environment, I don't even have to think about it and be a comfortable bookworm.

"No! You can't move the things in the library.

"Sister Kelan, our private money has been exhausted. What should we do if we don't withdraw today's expenses?"

"This...take this!"

"That won't work, sister. You said this is your heirloom. How can you cheap those things that tend to be inflamed!"

"Everything in the library has been registered and branded with the seal of Huanxi Hall. How do you give it to people?"

"They said there was a way to remove it..."

"Absurd! If the princess knew about it, how would you explain it?

"Anyway, the princess never ignores these. Even if she knows, we don't enrich our own pockets. Everything we spend has returned to her. Daily supplements, silver and carbon... Which one can't be taken by bribes?"

"Are you trying to annoy Your Highness?"

"No, if you want to be angry, I'm also angry with Yanmutou. The dead know that we are suffering here. Why don't you show your face?"

"Xiuxiu, what you said is unreasonable. Lord Yan is your majesty's close minister. What can he do with your majesty's will? Do you want him to make a head bird?

"I, I..."

"Okay, okay, it's important to get silver and carbon. The study is about to break."

"En, sister, shall we also use some carbon today? Xia Wei has frostbite..."

The sound gradually faded and the footsteps went far away. I leaned my back against the wall, and the book in my hand fell to the ground. If it hadn't been for a moment of hard work**, I wouldn't have heard this dialogue in order to compare the snow scene mentioned in the book.

It turns out that these days, they have been chatting like this. In order not to worry me, they even tried their best to create an illusion of honor and favor.

The goose is snowing, cloudy, and thoughts are raised.

I imagined that the first guest to visit Huanxi Hall in violation of the order would be Wang Di or Wang Fu, but I didn't expect it to be him.

I heard that there was a guest visit, so I cleaned up a little and came to the guest room.

But when he saw that the man stiffened his body, he didn't know whether it was because of the color of his clothes. His round body seemed to be reduced a little, and Zhou Zheng's facial features finally appeared.

Seeing me cross the threshold, he stood up and hit his knee on the case.

The atmosphere of pretending to be formal was instantly disillusioned, and he blushed and rubbed the pain.

"Well, son, what's the matter?" Look out for concern.

The person who came is my classmate - Wang Jian.

"Nothing, nothing, nothing!" He waved his hand repeatedly to avoid me.

I don't think it's funny. Since you avoid me like a snake and scorpion, why bother to come to the Huanxi Hall to drip this mixed water?

"Is everything? So what do you have to do here?"

"I," he didn't care about rubbing his knees, and immediately raised his head and looked at me aggressively: "I'm here to tell Your Highness the princess. Tanglin is my son, and no one wants to think about it!"

Ah? I was immediately dumbfounded. Xiao wanted to be Tanglin?

Or seeing my strange expression, he suddenly reacted to the difference in his words and touched his head: "No, that's not what I mean. I'm not talking about you, I mean Duguhong, Duke An!"

"What does it have to do with him?"

"Don't you know?" Wang Jian's face quickly enlarged in front of me: "The imperial edict is to give Tanglin to Duguhong as a side room."