All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

"Then Your Majesty...can you take back your order?"

Bu Ji didn't want to listen to him interrupting anymore. Seeing that he was in a good mood, he just got straight to the point.

Li Ji smiled, let go of her hand and let her stand up.

"No."

Bu Ji's brows suddenly frowned. He really said the cruelest words while laughing.

If he can't, then he can't. Why go around in such a big circle and say so many things?

"Your Majesty~"

She made up her mind and wanted to sit in his arms and continue to act coquettishly to win his favor. This trick was learned from Concubine Jia.

Li Ji moved his butt slightly on the dragon throne, and Bu Ji sat down on the empty seat. He was so scared that he quickly stood up, feeling extremely embarrassed.

She stood aside, adjusting her dress, and saw from the corner of her eye that Li Ji seemed to have a smile on his face. But when she looked over carefully, he had a serious face, sitting upright on the dragon throne, holding a memorial in his hand, and reading it intently.

The words on it were very small and she couldn't see clearly, nor did she dare to stretch her neck to see them. The two of them just stood there and neither of them continued talking.

Bu Ji was determined to protect Liangxing, whether for Bu Yu, for "Bu Ji", or more importantly for the common people.

Liang Xing is a good official, everyone says so, isn’t it?

Even the emperor himself knew it, otherwise why would he make an exception and appoint the top scholar as the Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple?

At this time, Wang Huai came in from outside with a plate of steaming snacks in his hand.

"Your Majesty, my lady."

He had no idea what had happened in the palace. He only knew that Concubine Bu was not kicked out by the emperor, which was a good thing.

Bu Ji walked over quickly and was about to take the snack from his hand, just in time to offer his appreciation.

Li Ji's cold voice came from behind.

"Now that you're in, take her back to the palace."

It turned out that he was not preventing her from leaving, but because he saw that she didn't bring Li'er with her, he was worried about her returning to the palace alone.

Li Ji knew that she came to plead for Liang Xing, and wanted to send her away early in the morning.

Before Bu Ji's hand touched the plate of snacks, he pulled his hand back and looked at the arrogant Li Ji with an ugly expression.

He must be trying to tease her on purpose.

He was speaking sweet words just now, but now he wants to chase you away.

Now that Wang Huai comes in, she is no longer needed. Is that right?

"My lord, please come in."

Before Wang Huai put down the snacks in his hand, he freed one hand and motioned her to walk out of the hall.

"you!"

Bu Ji was annoyed, pouted, flicked his sleeves and walked out quickly.

The heart of an emperor is like a needle on the seabed.

He is simply a tyrant.

She was so unlucky that she traveled back in time to a dynasty controlled by Li Ji. If she had traveled to a dynasty controlled by a wise ruler, she would not have to plead for Liang Xing at all, and the emperor would naturally forgive his loyal ministers.

She didn't know where the Liang family came from, but since Liang Xing's ancestors had a golden medal of immunity from death, they were definitely not an ordinary clan.

With such a huge clan and its heir being exiled, how many people would rebel? Has Li Ji ever thought about this?

Obviously, he didn't.

In the Qianqing Palace.

After Bu Ji left, the place became quiet. Wang Huai put down the snacks in his hand and saw that the emperor was writing an imperial edict. He only wrote the two words "Liangxing".

"Your Majesty, the Liang family of Yueyang has been upright for generations, and has produced many talented people. Do you really intend to exile Lord Liang for this matter?"

"Lord Fang Zheng once said that Lord Liang is a rare minister, one that is hard to come by in a century."

Li Ji's face was grim. He put down the jade pen in his hand, picked up a memorial and threw it to him to see.

Wang Huai just caught it, held it in both hands, knelt down naturally on his knees, and unfolded the memorial in his hands.

His pupils dilated as if he was frightened.

His hands holding the memorial trembled constantly as he looked at the words on it in disbelief.

This memorial was written by Lord Liang. There was not a single word of pleading for himself in the memorial. Instead, he said frankly that the loquats in Nanzhou were sweet. He also asked the emperor to treat his beloved man well after he left and not to let him down.

How dare he do that? He wants to be contaminated by Bu Guiren before his death.

Although Bu Ji was not mentioned at all, this good man and this dearest one were all referring to Concubine Bu.

In this way, even if the emperor wanted to pardon him, he would give up the idea after seeing this memorial.

"Lord Liang has dug his own grave. I...I have nothing to say."

Wang Huai calmed down, looking lonely and lamenting.

It seemed as if he was silently praying to God to bless Sir Liang and make his journey of exile less difficult.

"Get up."

Li Ji changed his posture and leaned lazily on the dragon throne.

There was a thick stack of memorials in front of him, and every one of them was a plea for Liang Xing. Even Prime Minister Lin and Prime Minister Fu Cha, his two sworn enemies, pleaded for Liang Xing together.

Not to mention the minor officials below, the people from the Censorate took a different approach and started the discussion from the perspective of the relationship between officials and the emperor. They did not mention Lianghang at all, but mentioned "Lianghang" in every sentence.

Just when Wang Huai thought the matter had come to an end, the emperor spoke again.

"Tell me, if I let Liang Xing go, will the Bu family no longer take me seriously?"

Wang Huai's eyes widened, he hurriedly bent down and lowered his head again. He didn't expect that the memorials from all the civil and military officials in the court were not as important as a word from Concubine Bu.

"Bu, Lady Bu has always been law-abiding. Your Majesty, you are the king of the harem and the emperor of Chu and Jin. How could the lady not take you seriously?"

Li Ji leaned on the dragon chair, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes were tinged with a touch of evil charm, and the "hmm" sound came from his throat, light and slow.

Wang Huai didn't dare to speculate what this "hmm" meant.

Either they agreed with what he said, or they thought that Lord Liang should be released. Both were possible.

Xu hour and three quarters.

The night in the Forbidden City is dark and long. The moon is big and round, hanging in the sky as if it is within reach. The sparse stars are small and bright, like broken diamonds inlaid on a piece of black satin, a low-key and luxurious beauty.

A young eunuch was standing on the palace road. He was wearing ill-fitting clothes, a hat covering half of his face, and his delicate little chin did not look like a man at all. He was holding a lantern and sneaking outside the Qianqing Palace.

She leaned her head to look inside and was almost seen by the patrolling guards. She hurriedly adjusted her hat. Under the hat was a fair and beautiful face.

No one knew what Bu Ji was thinking, he actually appeared in the Qianqing Palace dressed like this.

Sure enough, when the guards changed shifts, she took advantage of everyone's inattention and slipped in.

She lowered her hat and walked like a palace maid, taking small and silent steps. She deceived many people and successfully infiltrated the Qianqing Palace.

But there was someone guarding outside Li Ji's bedroom, so she couldn't get in.

The bedroom was brightly lit, with warm yellow candlelight falling on the windows. Indistinctly, one could see a handsome man sitting on the bed, wearing a red suit, and a eunuch dozing off by the wall with a whisk in his hand.