The Kingdom of Marriage: My Stunning Empress

Seeing this, Lin Wuji couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hands, sighed, and said.

"Oh, I'm shooting myself in the foot. I shouldn't have asked the Queen Mother for permission to marry me."

Zhang Yongyan teased from the side, "You deserve it! Who told you to lick the Empress Dowager's face and try to get benefits from her?"

The reason why Lin Wuji asked the Queen Mother to grant him a marriage was to elevate Lin Chuyun's status.

Although Lin Chuyun is known as the most talented woman in Xuanyuan, this is just a title circulated among the people.

After all, she was a woman, with no official position and no title to rely on, so the biggest benefit of asking the Queen Mother for marriage was to get a royal title from her.

In this way, from now on, Lin Chuyun's position as the mistress of Han Zhuo's family is secure, and no one will be able to shake it in the future!

It’s a pity that the Queen Mother is an expert at wielding power, so how could she be influenced by the general?

So, I just followed the general's wishes and killed him mercilessly.

So, the Empress Dowager issued an imperial decree, and Han Zhuo and Crown Princess Yang Pan'er together became disciples of Grand Tutor Zhou Muli.

……

"Guan Guan Jiujiu, in the river island, a graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight."

In the study of the East Palace, Zhou Muli was holding a copy of the Book of Songs in his hand, reciting it while shaking his head.

He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly to Han Zhuo.

At this time, Han Zhuo was lying on the table with his mouth open and a lot of saliva flowing out.

Yang Pan'er was sitting not far from Han Zhuo.

Zhou Muli was about to pick up the ruler and hit Han Zhuo's desk to scare him awake.

Yang Pan'er suddenly spoke at this time and said to Zhou Muli: "Sir, I have something unclear. I sincerely ask you to answer my question."

Compared to the fool Han Zhuo, Yang Pan'er, the future emperor, appears to be extremely intelligent.

She is not only well-read and knowledgeable, but also has a photographic memory.

As a teacher, Zhou Muli can be said to be extremely satisfied with this student.

He walked towards Yang Pan'er with a smile, stroked his beard, and chatted with Yang Pan'er while quoting from classics.

In the corner next to the study, about ten steps away from Han Zhuo.

Diao Meiniang stood quietly.

Diao Meiniang also entered the Eastern Palace under Han Zhuo's arrangement.

In the eyes of others, her entry into the palace was simply a joke.

But for Yang Paner, it was like a savior!

Three times five divided by two!

As fast as lightning!

Clean and tidy!

It can be said that all the adjectives that describe Diao Meiniang are not an exaggeration to describe her.

She became the chief steward beside Yang Pan'er. Although she was only a small official of the sixth rank, she was in charge of the appointment of all the palace maids and eunuchs in the Eastern Palace.

As soon as she entered the Eastern Palace, she "cleaned up" it in less than two days.

Diao Meiniang used one method after another to deal with these palace maids and eunuchs!

Now, Yang Paner is surrounded by her own people.

Diao Meiniang got a look from Yang Pan'er, and immediately took advantage of Zhou Muli's inattention and quietly came to Han Zhuo.

She whispered to Han Zhuo, "My dear, it's time to eat."

When the topic of eating came up, Han Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his body habitually, and turned around to leave the study.

At this moment, Zhou Muli shouted from behind: "Stop!"

Han Zhuo paused, then slowly turned around and looked at the old man in front of him with a smile. The old man had white hair and beard, a kind face, but a serious expression.

Zhou Muli is a veteran of three dynasties. Now he is seventy-two years old. It can be said that he has already reached the age of retirement.

It was the Empress Dowager who personally issued an imperial decree, inviting Zhou Muli to come out of seclusion to teach Yang Pan'er.

The Queen Mother naturally had good intentions in doing this, hoping that Yang Pan'er would not be criticized at least in terms of her studies.

Yang Pan'er did not disappoint Zhou Muli and learned very quickly, often receiving his praise.

But Han Zhuo was the complete opposite.

Han Zhuo had been in the East Palace study for seven or eight days, and every day Zhou Muli would be so angry that he would blow his beard and glare at him.

Zhou Muli stared at Han Zhuo and said, "Han Zhuo, you have no respect for your elders and no desire to improve yourself. I will punish you by making you copy the Book of Songs ten times!"

When the topic of copying texts came up, Han Zhuo burst out laughing. He said, "Teacher, as the old saying goes, time flies and people are easily tossed aside. Cherries turn red and banana leaves turn green."

"Copying books is the most tiring part, and our brushes are so soft, it's hard and slow to write. We won't be able to finish copying even by tomorrow."

"It's fine for you to let students copy, but please, sir, let them use a different pen."

Zhou Muli quickly raised his hand to stop Han Zhuo from talking any further. He said, "What did you just say?"

Han Zhuo replied, "Sir, could you please let me change my pen?"

"No, no, go ahead and repeat the poem you just recited."

Han Zhuo said, "Oh!" "That one just now...hiss~~~Hey, what was it? I forgot."

"Oh, it doesn't matter."

Zhou Muli glared, rarely angry: "Who said it doesn't matter? Come on, read it again!"

Han Zhuo scratched the back of his head and was thinking when Yang Pan'er repeated the poem that Han Zhuo had just recited in her special soft and beautiful voice.

"Sir, what Erlang just said is that time flies and people are easily left behind, cherries turn red and banana leaves turn green."

Zhou Muli slammed his hands on the table and exclaimed in praise: "Excellent! Excellent!"

"I never thought that a silly boy like you could actually recite such wonderful poems."

"In that case, then, as you just said, copy the Book of Songs with your own pen."

"But what kind of pen are you talking about? Take it out and let me see it."

Han Zhuo casually took out a charcoal pencil from his pocket that he had made two or three days ago.

In front of Zhou Muli, Yang Pan'er, and Diao Meiniang, Han Zhuo wrote a neat handwriting the size of a fingernail on the paper.

Zhou Muli was watching from the side, his eyes widened, and he wished he could stick his own eyes onto the screen!

He had never seen such small characters and such neat strokes!

When Zhou Muli looked up at Han Zhuo, his eyes were shining: "Han Zhuo, who taught you how to make this brush?"

Han Zhuo chuckled and made an excuse, saying, "When I was a kid, I would draw pictures on people's faces with charcoal pencils when playing with my friends. Then I would scribble on the walls, and that's how it got its name."

Seeing this, Zhou Muli couldn't help but slap the table repeatedly and said to Han Zhuo.

"Although your charcoal pencil may seem simple, it is a rare treasure for those children from poor families!"

"How many children from poor families, unable to afford pens and ink, have turned to farming!"

"If this charcoal pencil can be promoted, it will be a blessing for all scholars in Xuanyuan Country!"

Han Zhuo immediately smiled and said, "Sir, how about I promote this business under your name?"

Zhou Muli waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, since you invented this charcoal pencil, let's name it after you."

Han Zhuo's eyes rolled, and he turned to look at Yang Pan'er and said, "Why not call it 'Prince's Charcoal Pencil'?"

When Zhou Muli heard this, he also glanced at the Crown Princess Yang Paner, who had a beautiful face beside him.

Then, he looked at Han Zhuo, stroking his long beard and laughing.

"Ruzi can be taught!"

……

At the same time, at Li Mansion.

"Ping!"

In Li Yujun's bedroom, the sound of a ceramic bowl being smashed to the ground was heard again.

"This medicine is so bitter, how can I drink it!"

After a few days of rest, Li Yujun was able to get out of bed and walk.

At this time, he was sitting on a chair, looking at the two beautiful maids beside him with an angry face.

Soon, a woman's voice came from outside the door, with concern and a hint of crying.

"What happened to my son?"

"My son, are you feeling unwell somewhere?

As he was speaking, a woman dressed in luxurious and brocade clothes appeared.

She walked in with a swaying graceful figure, lotus steps, caressing the towering hills, trembling with every step, and looking worried.