I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

But now, not even half a month.

Emperor Zhou had already contracted a cold and was bedridden.

All this is a coincidence.

Or it was true as Fang Xiu said, it was because Emperor Zhou touched the core interests of the scholar-bureaucrats and was plotted against by the scholar-bureaucrats.

"Even if what Fang Xiu said is true, half a month is too fast!"

"It's impossible. Zhou's palace is full of scholar-bureaucrats."

Think of this.

The little empress suddenly thought of herself, frowned slightly, and said in her heart:

"It seems...it's not impossible."

"After all, that traitor Fang Xiu has planted a lot of eyeliners in the palace. If he wants me to drown, he probably won't need to spend much effort."

Look at the information in your hand.

A picture could not help appearing in the little empress's mind.

She was walking on the path of Yujing Garden, and somehow stepped on a puddle of sewage mixed with oil, and fell into the pool uncontrollably.

She threw herself desperately and shouted for help.

The surrounding maids didn't seem to hear, just watching with cold eyes.

It wasn't until she was about to drown that Lin Wan'er rushed over and jumped into the pool to save her.

Back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The cold weather and the fright made her catch a cold as it should be.

The prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor has not been effective for a long time.

Within a few days, she was bedridden, extremely weak.

Just like that, a few more days passed.

Suddenly one day, she woke up from the sick bed and found that there was no one in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

There was only a familiar figure standing not far away, looking at her with cold eyes.

As he approached, he said in a gloomy voice:

"Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine!"

The blurry figure gradually approached and became clearer.

at last.

A familiar face appeared in her mind.

No surprises.

It's the traitor Fang Xiu!

Think of this.

The little empress suddenly shuddered, and a chill rose all over her body.

Even though he was in the warm Hall of Mental Cultivation, it seemed like he was in an ice cave, his heart was cold!

"It won't be like this..."

"He wouldn't treat me like that!"

The little empress turned pale, and told herself in her heart not to think about it anymore.

However, as soon as such thoughts appeared, they inevitably fermented.

After a while.

She shook her head vigorously, thinking:

"call--"

"What are you thinking about? He is a traitor himself. If he wants to kill me, he has already done it. Why wait until now."

The little empress took a deep breath, calmed down, and muttered to herself:

"Speaking of which, why would he bet me on this matter?"

"Does he want to tell me that if I am disobedient, he can deal with me like Zhou's scholar-bureaucrats dealt with Zhou Emperor?"

"Or, just want to see me wearing that... black silk?"

When this idea came up, the little empress began to feel uneasy again.

"What the hell is that black silk?"

"If it's unsightly, I don't want to wear it."

At this moment, the little empress thought a lot in her mind.

After a while.

She shook her head, forcing herself not to think about it.

Looking at Lin Wan'er beside her, she ordered:

"Let Fang Xiu enter the palace to meet me."

Lin Wan'er thought for a while, lowered her voice, and whispered:

"Do you want Fang Xiang to wear the black ribbon?"

When the little empress made a bet with Fang Xiu, she stood behind and heard it clearly.

to be frank.

She was also curious about what black silk was.

Even more curious, what would His Majesty look like in black silk.

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!"

The little empress squinted at Lin Wan'er, and said angrily.

"Woooooooo..."

Lin Wan'er suddenly felt wronged.

After a few breaths, she took the courage to ask:

"So, Your Majesty, do you want Fang Xiang to wear black silk..."

A blush appeared on the beautiful face of the little empress, pretending to be annoyed, and squeezed out a word between her teeth.

"roll!"

Seeing the expression of the little empress, Lin Wan'er understood instantly, and her delicate face showed an expression of "all servants understand", and said:

"The maidservant has gone, goodbye, Your Majesty."

Then he quickly ran out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Wu Mingkong sat on the dragon chair, watching her back disappear from sight, the blush on his face gradually faded, revealing a touch of anxiety.

Based on what she knew about the traitor Xiu.

Black silk will never be a serious dress.

Now it depends on how serious it is, whether she can accept it.

"As long as it's not a black silk bellyband, I can barely accept it."

Thinking so, the little empress took out "Jiangyue Tabloid" and read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

............

Prime Minister.

It is late autumn.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the withered and yellow leaves made a salsa sound and danced in the air.

In the courtyard, Yang Yuhuan was the only one sitting on the stone bench.

The beautiful face was a little dazed, with a pair of apricot eyes staring blankly at the dead leaves on the ground, wondering what she was thinking.

As the weather got colder, the war between Wu and Yue gradually came to a stalemate.

Daji decided to take advantage of this opportunity to open Zhenbaozhai's shop to Wu State to seize the market.

But opening branches in neighboring countries is not an easy task.

What's more, Wu's commerce and trade are extremely developed, and the merchants' competitiveness is extremely strong. Although they have been impacted by the war, they are still stronger than the big merchants.

In the past few days, Daji has been busy making plans, thinking of gaining a firm foothold in the cities on the edge of Wu State first, and then driving the shop to Gusu City.

In addition, I have to take care of the original shop, and I am very busy.

Seeing this, Fang Xiu planned to ask Yang Yuhuan to learn some business knowledge and help Daji share some.

Yang Yuhuan was also very interested at the beginning, thinking that she could share the worries of the Prime Minister, but unfortunately after studying for a while, she found that she was really not that material.

At first, she couldn't even understand the most basic accounting books.

After learning, even if I understand a little bit, I still don't know how to adjust the price of goods, how to dispatch goods, and how to calculate income.

Several nights.

Fang Xiu could see it, she lit the lamp to read at night, delving into Daji's few books.

What "The Way of Business", what "Rules of Survival in the Workplace"...

It's a pity that the progress is very small.

Seeing this, Fang Xiu didn't make it difficult for her any more, he just let her continue to do what she likes, and she didn't have to learn how to do business anymore.

After all.

It was Fang Xiu who summoned him here for no reason, even if it didn't work, there was nothing to say.

In any case, Yang Yuhuan, who is not full of grips, is quite seductive to look at.

But obviously.

Although Yang Yuhuan is young, she is not willing to be a vase that can only be admired.

She also wanted to be like Daji, to share the worries of Xiangye.

The more so, the more I think about it.

The more I think about it, the more painful it is.

In the garden in late autumn.

Yang Yuhuan sat alone, no longer the eccentric spirit of the past, sighed leisurely, and frowned.

house.

Fang Xiu didn't notice all this.

At this moment, all his attention was focused on the prize plate in front of him.

After more than a month, he clicked on [Lottery Draw] again.

"I don't know what good prizes I can get this time."

Fang Xiu thought about it, and with a thought, he started to draw the lottery.

【The lottery starts! 】

【Get it again】

[Get Dusley*100]

【Ding!Complete five draws to start resetting the prizes! 】

"The last one hasn't been used up yet, and another hundred will come. This system doesn't consider whether the host's body can handle it!"

Look at the prizes drawn.