Huang Huang Zhe Hua

General Ji led Linxuan to the imperial study.

A few days ago, the emperor made a large-scale construction project to repair the imperial study. The exquisite glazed tiles are shining with gold, the eaves are high, row upon row, and the long corridors are like belts, with twists and turns.

As extravagant as possible.

There was no one in the imperial study room, a few memorials were placed in a mess on the case, but a corner of the spring/palace/picture/book was crookedly exposed.

Ji Ming's hand holding the saber was a little tighter, biting his lower lip, and his face turned bitter: "I'm afraid the master will have to wait a little longer, the Holy Majesty is out with another concubine again."

Linxuan frowned, and said Amitabha.

Just as he was speaking, the door of the room was knocked open with a bang, and the emperor in the uniform with a double-breasted jacket was seen grabbing the glamorous concubine with a slightly plump figure in revealing clothes.

The emperor tore off the black cloth covering his eyes, with a triumphant and frivolous look on his face: "See where you are going this time."

The woman lazily stretched out her tender panties, hugged the emperor's neck, leaned into his ear, and breathed loudly: "The concubine will not go anywhere, and will stay by the emperor's side."

The two kissed wantonly in this big palace, and the bright lights hanging on the big palace were shining brightly in the bright sunlight.

Ji Ming couldn't see it, so he took a step forward and knelt down: "Your Majesty, there is a severe famine in the north, and a large number of refugees have entered Beijing. Besides, Xirong Chuping, I hope that your majesty will be diligent in government affairs, and you must not deceive the country because of your beauty."

The emperor was a little displeased when his good business was interrupted. He waved his hand and reprimanded: "Why is Ji Aiqing as lifeless as those old ministers outside? Then what do the refugees care about him! What does it matter if one or two die!"

Ji Ming bit his lower lip fiercely, and after a long while, he said again: "What about the Marquis of Zhenyuan? The battle in Xirong is over, and he may come back soon. He has a high position and power, and he has 20 elite soldiers in his hands. When the time comes, he will seek power." Usurper..."

The emperor burst out laughing and interrupted him: "Why do you think I invited Master Linxuan here?"

Ji Ming lowered his head and said nothing, the emperor ignored him, but happily peeled off the tribute fruit, put it in his mouth, and passed it to the person in his arms.

The concubine hides with a coquettish smile, and the emperor insists on feeding her.

The whole hall echoed with the woman's coquettish laughter.

Ji Ming knelt there, like a lifeless stone sculpture.

The concubine glanced at him with her lower eyelids, and said disgustedly: "This man is really an eyesore staying here, he keeps his mouth shut on state affairs, and can't even say a witty word."

"Then how should my concubine deal with him?"

The concubine clapped her hands and said, "It's better to cut his general position and send him to watch over this bald monk."

The emperor pinched her breasts and smiled lewdly: "It's all up to you." He turned his head again, kicked Ji Ming, and said, "Why are you still staying here! Hurry up and take the master to Weiyang Palace , put him under house arrest, if the master is lost, you are the only one to ask!"

Ji Ming stood up silently, feeling much older than when he came here, he said hoarsely: "Master Linxuan, please."

Linxuan looked at the absurd scene in front of him coldly. In the royal study, the emperor and his concubine were playing wantonly, loyal ministers knelt before His Highness and were not reused, and the refugees at the foot of the mountain fell asleep one by one because they did not have enough food.

This is the king of a country.

This is the monarch of this great country.

The author has something to say: I always feel that the writing style of this chapter is a bit strange ==|||

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