Anecdote of sword three crossing the bureau

Gong Jiu didn't have nothing like what he said with a playful smile, Chu Cichao understood better than anyone else.

It is extremely difficult for any patient to pretend that nothing happened in front of Chu Cichao. After all, Chu Cichao can not only detect the pulse, but also can see a person's symptoms from his complexion and breathing.

Gong Jiu was injured inside, so he could still talk and laugh freely, pretending that nothing happened to him.

It's such a simple truth, so Chu Cichao suddenly regretted letting him go. After all, this person was injured right under his nose, and he would be let go by a doctor, which is simply dereliction of duty.

At this time, Gong Jiu naturally did not think of these wonderful thoughts, he was slowly destroying the flowers in the imperial garden.

Until the little emperor sent someone to——

"Little prince?" The man looked very respectful, but he was Guo Xiang who was the most powerful by the emperor's side.

Gong Jiu smiled slightly: "Exactly."

"This way please, Your Majesty invites you to go over there." Guo Xiang's appearance was respectful, it was very appropriate.

Gong Jiu then smiled slightly, his eyes had a hint of coldness, and he looked a little scary: "Okay, it's okay to go alone, I don't know what the emperor means?"

Guo Xiang was slightly stunned in his heart, and suddenly understood the reason why the emperor asked him to come to pick up this man, he had never seen anyone who broke into the palace by himself and was so confident, it was as if he had entered the land of no one.

However, Guo Xiang still spoke politely: "I dare not make wild guesses, my little prince please."

Gong Jiu didn't grow up in the palace since he was a child, and he was often called "Ninth Prince", but this was the first time he heard the title "Little Prince", but he accepted it calmly, and threw his hands behind his back. Shi Ran walked forward, the appearance of strolling in the courtyard did not look like he was in the palace, but rather like strolling in the garden.

Guo Xiang sighed in his heart, he didn't know why people came in inexplicably in the palace recently, and he didn't know that the guards were negligent.

But Gong Jiu seemed to see Guo Xiang's thoughts, he smiled slightly and said, "Chief of the Ouchi Guard?"

Guo Xiang's heart trembled slightly, wondering how the person in front of him knew his position.

However, Gong Jiu seemed to be completely unaware and said with a smile: "If it is the Hanyuan Hall in front, there is no need for Chief Guard Guo to take it there."

As soon as the words fell, Guo Xiang hadn't realized what Gong Jiu meant when he saw Gong Jiu jump up.

His movements were so fast and neat that Guo Xiang still couldn't see Gong Jiu's trajectory at all with such kung fu, and the man had disappeared.

Only then did Guo Xiang realize that there seemed to be trouble, and he immediately shouted: "The little prince broke into the palace, escort him!"

To be honest, Guo Xiang's voice was so loud that it almost alarmed all the guards around him. He even stepped up his speed and went to the direction of Hanyuan Hall desperately, but it was already too late.

Because when Guo Xiang arrived, he had already seen Gong Jiu sitting there nonchalantly with his robe lifted, chatting happily with the emperor.

On the contrary, when Zhu Yijun saw Guo Xiang, he raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "I heard from the little prince that you lost yourself in the imperial garden, so the little prince came here by himself." Zhu Yijun's eyes were cold He sighed with interest word by word: "Guo Xiang seems to be a little tired recently."

"Don't dare," Guo Xiang's heart trembled immediately, and he understood what the emperor meant without being reminded. He lifted his robe and knelt down, almost wanting to grab the ground with his head, "Your Majesty, the guilty minister has neglected his duty."

"Go down and close the door for me." Zhu Yijun's expression was determined, and he didn't mean to be defensive at all.

This made Guo Xiang a little surprised, but no matter what, he obediently obeyed the holy will, went out to cover the door, took advantage of the situation, and placed several layers of guards around the Hanyuan Hall. .

Zhu Yijun sat opposite Gong Jiu, with a warm smile on his face: "Young Lord, I don't know, but I'm used to the tip of the hair after the rain?"

"Whatever you want," Gong Jiu couldn't see any emotion in his eyes, and turned the cup slightly with a half-smile: "I came here alone, but I just wanted to ask the emperor for someone."

Zhu Yijun knew why and asked: "Who?" There was obvious surprise in his eyes and he smiled: "I didn't know that I actually occupied the person of Prince Taiping's son."

Gong Jiu was too lazy to use these tricks, he gently turned the cup on his hand, his face was as cold as snow: "Chu Ci to Doctor Chu."

"It's just a coincidence..." The astonishment in Zhu Yijun's eyes faded slightly, and he finally settled on a sigh: "Doctor Chu just accepted me a while ago, and I'm here to treat my cold leg."

The door was pushed open, but it was Qi Mingyuan who came in.

Qi Mingyuan was followed by an embarrassed Guo Xiang. This unlucky kid didn't know why he was punished by Tai Sui this year, and he always provoked people he shouldn't.

Seeing the sullen emperor, Guo Xiang immediately knelt down and sighed: "Report to the emperor, the Taoist priest suddenly said that there is something important to report."

Zhu Yijun slowly turned his gaze to Qi Mingyuan, who was beside him with a righteous face, and sighed silently: "Taoist?"

Qi Mingyuan looked at death as if he were at home and said, "Reporting to my emperor, this is a prosperous age, and Dr. Chu is a famous doctor in this prosperous age. Although he has the talent for governing the world, he comes from the north, so there may be changes."

It took Zhu Yijun a long time to understand the meaning of these semi-ancient words, but finally sighed: "Master," he asked slowly, "You have been speaking ill of Dr. Chu, I don't know what's wrong with it? "

This time Qi Mingyuan saw clearly the narrowness in Zhu Yijun's eyes.

Qi Mingyuan shed bitter tears for himself in his heart, he wasn't speaking ill of Chu Cichao, he just wanted to exclude Chu Cichao!

However, Gong Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Mingyuan with great interest for a while, and finally turned back to look at Zhu Yijun: "Gu's life is very hard, if the emperor is in trouble, he can return Dr. Chu to Gu."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Zhu Yijun said suddenly, his expression was calm and gentle, but his eyes were awe-inspiring: "If there is a way, there must be no ghosts and ghosts, not to mention that Dr. Chu is an upright and upright person. There won't be any difference, I don't know what the boss thinks?"

Daoist, he doesn't think about anything, his mind is completely screwed...

Just sold that Hua brother, I don't know if I will have to celebrate next year's Ching Ming Festival.

At this moment, he couldn't go on talking, he could only sigh silently: "Yes, Your Majesty, Qi has nothing to say."

Zhu Yijun finally raised his eyebrows and smiled slowly: "Then, my lord, we can continue talking about the matter just now."

Gong Jiu's eyes are very cold, the kind of coldness that almost swallows the person in front of him.

However, Zhu Yijun didn't notice it at all, and just held the teacup to drink tea, and raised his eyebrows thoughtfully after a while: "It seems that the little prince has nothing to say to me?"

Gong Jiu stood up suddenly, his tall figure almost completely suppressed Zhu Yijun, his eyes were also slightly piercing, but his face was still indifferent: "Your Majesty, I don't know when I will be free to go out to Minghu Lake for a walk ? This year’s cherry blossoms are really pretty.”

After he finished speaking, he laughed loudly and went out without a trace.

Only Zhu Yijun's face turned cold in an instant, all the joy just now disappeared, and he tapped on the table lightly with his knuckles, completely unaware that he was not alone in the room.

Qi Mingyuan stayed anxiously by the side, he pondered for a while and finally made up his mind to remind: "... Your Majesty?"

Zhu Yijun raised his head: "... Daoist Master," all the blankness in his eyes dissipated, and finally fixed on firmness and gentleness: "I wonder if I have a pot of tea with me when I have time?"

...Why do people in this day and age drink tea when they pretend to be anything?This is really very tragic.

Qi Mingyuan sighed enough in his heart, finally sat down as if he was dead, and stretched out his hand to pour tea for himself.

After he scooped up the teacup and took a sip, he heard Zhu Yijun say quietly: "That cup was scooped up by the young prince just now..."

Qi Mingyuan put down the cup very calmly, and Zhu Yijun said with a smile: "But the little prince just played with it for a while, and never drank it."

Do you dare to say it all at once? !Qi Mingyuan sighed, and finally hesitantly decided not to drink. He raised his head to see Zhu Yijun and others speak.

Seeing Zhu Yijun taking a sip from the teacup, looking very dignified, he paused for a while before he said: "I have always been puzzled about something, I wonder if the boss can explain it?"

He raised his head, there was a slight smile in his eyes, Qi Mingyuan couldn't understand, but he sighed in his heart, but it was very clear.

If Zhu Yijun is talking about his own background, then it’s good to make up a lie for a long time. It’s best if he doesn’t ask about the world philosophy of Confucius and Mencius, then he probably won’t be able to make it up.

However, what Zhu Yijun asked was extremely simple. He said with a smile: "I heard that the Taoist priest once went to Dr. Chu's courtyard and had a good conversation with him. I want to know why the Taoist priest keeps saying that he doesn't want me to trust you." Doctor Chu?"

Qi Mingyuan had to admit that the emperor was serious about his eyes, and there was no possibility of hiding anything from him.

However, this is not the point.

Qi Mingyuan stared at Zhu Yijun for a while, and finally sighed: "Your Majesty, Qi is just astrological. What can speak to the Emperor is not his personal thoughts, but the possibility of astrology. That's all."

This statement is false and true, true and false, true and false, false and true.

Hearing Zhu Yijun's ears was just a whole sentence, but it was a question sentence to be able to believe it.

Zhu Yijun played with the teacup for a while, then raised his head and smiled slightly and asked, "Since that's the case, the Taoist might as well ask me to make a hexagram."

Here it comes...Qi Mingyuan opened his eyes wide, and asked earnestly, "I don't know what hexagram the emperor wants to make?"

A trace of worry flashed across Zhu Yijun's eyes, but he said with a smile: "It's very simple, just two words, Minghu."

Qi Mingyuan sighed from the bottom of his heart, who can ask him to bring Gong Jiu back and ask a few words first, just ask what is that Minghu that makes the emperor's color change in horror, hey!