Thorn silk gl

Fu Wan could hear well, the noise in the distance was indeed caused by her.

She crossed the river beach and jumped onto the embankment with her skirt in two or three steps, only to get her elbows firmly grasped.

"Your Highness."

When she turned her head, it was indeed Chu Shizhong's iceberg face that hadn't changed for thousands of years.

Sneaking was caught, she showed no remorse, instead she gave him a fierce look: "Why?"

"temple--"

"Let go first, it hurts."

The female officer relaxed as she said.

Fu Wan pulled out her hand and curled her lips: "What's the matter this time?"

Chu Shizhong scrupulously said: "Xiao Taifu asked someone to bring a message."

"Tsk, he's worried too much, that's why he looks prematurely decrepit," Fu Wan said, "Don't be such a trivial matter."

"..."

"Okay, just listen to what you said. Now it's not in the palace, why is it still like a piece of wood?"

"Master Taifu, I would like to ask you to have an interview. The situation is not stable now. Da Sima seems to be on guard and has strengthened the defense of the imperial city."

Fu Wan frowned: "The empress's person?"

"Yes."

She pondered for a moment: "Tell him not to panic, but it doesn't necessarily mean that our plan has been exposed. The elders and children of the clan have not been doing well recently. We stand still and watch them bite dogs."

Hearing her call Jinshang a "dog" without changing her expression, the corners of Chu Shizhong's lips twitched.

Fu Wan: "As for the interview, I have my own arrangements... why are you staring at me, is there anything else?"

The female officer sighed: "You have to go back to the palace."

Fu Wan was stunned for a moment, then looked back subconsciously, the dark river bank was empty, and the white figure had gone nowhere.

That's right, she thought, she must have been frightened.

Chu Heng asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Wan shrugged: "Nothing, let's go."

The two quickly returned to the palace, and Fu Wan noticed the wooden plate on the sandalwood table in the main hall at a glance.The moonlight was like water, and the cloth in the dish also shimmered, which seemed to be of great value.

"This is Nanbang's newly tributed crocodile silk. With His Majesty's grace, I say it is..." The female officer paused and lowered her eyes.

"It's rare that she still cares about my dignity as an 'Emperor Ji'." She smiled mockingly, "Okay, got it."

After sending Chu Shizhong away, Fu Wan casually pushed the Huafu aside, turned out the chessboard and played a game with himself.

She moves quickly.

At the beginning, Baizi attacked aggressively, unhindered, and pushed all of Heizi to the corner, but at the moment when the victory was about to be decided, Heizi suddenly appeared, like a sharp knife piercing the dragon's waist.

If others were present, they would be astonished—this is a real dragon-slaying game.

"Stop eating." Fu Wan said softly, dropping the last child.

The situation on the chessboard was treacherous, and the image of defeat in white was just beginning to appear, but a flash of water suddenly flashed in her mind.

——The man's sword is very sharp, but his lips are soft, as if kissing a flower petal in early spring.

For the first time in his life, Fu Wan was distracted during the chess game.

white cicada.She chewed the name silently, then raised her hand suddenly, and put all the chess pieces aside.

She dipped her fingertips in the ice cold tea, wrote these two words, then put her chin on her hands and smiled slightly.

Fu Wan thought she had nothing but one thing, and she could bear it—no matter how long she waited, as long as she wanted it, she had to get it.So is the emperor, so is the beauty.

A few days later in the early court, Fuwan put on the draggy and gorgeous dress, and combed her hair in a bun that conformed to rituals. Led by several court ladies, she went all the way to Qianqing Palace.

She was thinking in her heart that everyone in the court is about to move, and the goal is very clear, which is her position in the East Palace.The empress offered to let her participate in the morning court, probably because she wanted her to use it to gain prestige, but Fuwan had other plans in mind.Speaking of the ministers in the court, Da Sima was all about kicking her out of the East Palace, and Prime Minister Lin Lang and Taifu Xiao were her right-hand men. Now that the prime minister said that he was sick at home, it was indeed not a good time for her to come out.

Fu Wan hadn't shown himself in the court hall for a long time, and the moment he entered the hall, the officials were a little surprised, and after being dazed, they all turned around to salute, but their expressions were not very respectful.

Especially the Da Sima faction, the disdain for her puppet "Emperor Ji" almost overflowed from the face.

She was not angry either, and raised her hand and said "Excuse me" lightly, her voice was weak as if she was just recovering from a serious illness.

Several officials looked at each other, and just about to step forward, they saw her suddenly covering her mouth and coughing again and again.

This coughing was earth-shattering, and everyone was embarrassed, and it was not right to go up to ask for a while, or not to ask.

After finally waiting for her to stop coughing, Fuwan raised his thin chin and whispered softly: "I caught a cold the day before yesterday, and it made the adults worry."

Several officials forced a smile and advised her to be careful, but no one came forward to make friends with her.

——This Emperor Ji is a sick child, and she has become such a virtue, how can she still be useful?

People with active minds think more long-term: it is better to change allegiance to another object as soon as possible, so as to give it a try to become a dragon.

Fu Wan stood in the dark, watching this scene with cold eyes.The hall is clearly divided into two distinct factions, one is the relatives, and the other supports the clan.

The emperor was ill and did not show up for a long time, the empress Chen's rooster sat in the morning, and single-handedly controlled the imperial court and proclaimed herself the "Empress".

Da Sima Chen Xingyu is the direct younger brother of the Empress Chen, who holds a heavy army and has power in the court.After the prince is sealed, it is not impossible to pass the throne directly to him.Compared with him, the emperor's siblings are much weaker.

The two factions occupy power on the one hand, and morality on the other. They have fought for many years without any result.

On the contrary, Fu Wan, the orthodox royal heir, was ignored.

——It's all because of her biological mother, Concubine Rou, who was originally from a humble background. She was originally a female official in the Queen's Palace, but later died of dystocia, unable to protect her children.

The emperor had been lingering and sick for many years, and only got this one daughter, who became the emperor's concubine.But now Empress Chen, who is in power and proclaims herself emperor, doesn't want to see her.

It's perfectly normal to be disgusted if it's not her own child. The only thing Fuwan doesn't understand is the way this supreme and noble empress looks at her.

There was clearly deep hatred buried in those eyes, but why, since he hated her so much, he still allowed her to grow up, and even single-handedly kept her status as an emperor in name only?

While thinking about it, there was a sudden silence in the hall.

Fu Wan raised her head subconsciously, and saw the female officer lift the side curtain and walk into the main hall.Chu Shizhong was dressed in a pure white embroidered gold palace attire, without squinting, he walked to the front of the dragon chair and stood still, and said loudly: "Kneel—"

All the ministers knelt down and saluted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Fu Wan also kowtowed, her gaze was lowered, and she could only see a bright yellow dress slowly approaching.

Soon, a lazy voice came from above his head: "Everyone loves you."

The early court went very smoothly, the prime minister said he was sick at home, and only Da Sima Chen Xingyu took the lead.

He presented the report of the famine in southern Xinjiang, and respectfully said: "Long drought and no rain, this is a vision from heaven. I think that we should ask Si Tianjian to open the altar to comfort heaven."

The empress opened the booklet and glanced at it, then threw it away casually: "Emperor, what do you think?"

Fu Wan Su Rong: "I have no objection."

The empress was silent for a long time, then chuckled lightly: "Really?"

Fu Wan's eyelids twitched, and he immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty."

As soon as she knelt down, the officials behind her also knelt down because of etiquette.

"Okay, then follow what Da Sima said, and invite Si Tianjian to come."

The empress waved her hand in a dispirited way, and the attendant Chu beside her understood, and stepped forward and said, "Back to court—"

Fu Wan knelt on the spot until Sheng Jia left, then slowly got up.On the other side, Da Sima was surrounded in the center like stars holding the moon.

"It was really scary just now, look at the cold sweat on my head."

"is not that right!"

"Master Sima, you have to explain the confusion to the lower officials. What does the Holy One mean?"

Da Sima said indifferently: "Your Majesty has been busy with disaster relief these days, and he has been overworked, and occasionally he is in a bad mood." As he spoke, contempt flashed in his eyes.

Fu Wan keenly caught the change in his expression and felt amused.

Not in a good mood?How can it be.

From her point of view, the empress's mind is far more sensitive than Chen Xingyu's. With her current position, if she is really an emotional person, she might have died many times before.

Today, I have lost face to Da Sima in public, and I am afraid that he also has the intention of beating him.I just don't know what her ultimate goal is.

Fu Wan struggled to survive in this palace for more than ten years, but he still failed to find out the details of who was on the throne.It was rumored by outsiders that she had a lot of faces, that she played and sang every night, that she was licentious and immoral, but she looked at it coldly, and it seemed that it was not the case.

"Sitianjian." She murmured silently, her thoughts spinning.

Si Tianjian is located in the outskirts of Beijing, and usually has no contact with the various factions in the capital, but this time, it is necessary to investigate carefully.

All the officials left the hall in twos and Fu Wan stood there like a shadow for a while, then retreated out quietly.

"His Royal Highness Di Ji." Someone behind her respectfully called her.

Fu Wan stood still: "Master Tai Tu."

The man in front of him was about thirty years old, but his temples were already gray, and he bowed to salute her.

"Exemption."

He didn't get up, but said: "Winter comes with heavy frost and dew, please take care of your Highness."

"My lord has a heart."

The two exchanged a few words of politeness, and Fuwan said something was up in the East Palace, so she left in a hurry.

On the way, she vaguely heard someone talking in a low voice.

"It is said that Taifu Xiao is old-fashioned, and it is true."

"That's right, Di Ji is so weak that she still doesn't want to let her go."

"Haha, don't you still count on her short name?"

"Ham, how do you understand that he has such a rigid temper. Last time he impeached Prime Minister Lin in public, he is just a mad dog."

"Well, how did you ask Your Majesty to deal with it? It's not just a punishment of shutting the door for a month. In my opinion, when Prime Minister Lin returns to the court, the surname Xiao will be the first to be unlucky..."

"Tell me, he doesn't look like Da Sima, why did he come out to deal with Prime Minister Lin?"

"Tsk tsk, that's why it's called 'mad dog'."

Fu Wan lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes, thinking that a mad dog is better, the crazier the dog, the less it will attract people's attention.

She pushed open the wooden door of the side hall, and had just changed into the expensive crocodile when she heard a creak behind her.

Fu Wan: "Balance?"

The person who came was Chu Hengze, the female official in front of the palace.The female officer turned her face away and complained in a low voice: "Your Highness...you don't even know how to lock the door when you change your clothes."

Fuwan tied her belt, pulled out her hairpin casually, and let her black hair fall like a waterfall.

"My East Palace, besides you, who else will come?"

"Even... that's okay, that's not in line with etiquette."

"Lord servant?" Fu Wan raised his head with a hair rope in his mouth, "Stop sticking, come and help me comb my hair."

Through the yellowish copper mirror, she saw the female officer froze before approaching, stretched out her hand, and gently ran through the black hair.

Fuwan's hair is very thin and soft, spread out long, covering her narrow shoulders like a cloud.

No one spoke, and the female officer moved quickly, tidying up a convenient bun for her.

Fu Wan glanced around in the mirror, suddenly remembered something, took out an old black brush, and carefully traced his eyebrows.

The female officer hesitated to speak.

"how?"

"Your Highness, do you have to leave the palace?"

"Well," she stood up briskly, "there is someone I want to meet."

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