I govern the country by beauty

48. I sat on the ground with the portrait in a daze. After thinking about it, I decided to compare it again. Maybe I was dazzled at night and saw it wrong.I carefully placed the candlestick by my side, holding the portrait in one hand, and turned to his side.

The person in the portrait seems to have small eyes. Even if the person lying here closes his eyes, he can imagine the depth of his brows and eyes.I continued down, the high nose bridge and the good-looking lip shape, my heart is basically half cold.

Until I found the mole on the side of the man's neck in the portrait, I rekindled my hope.

I stretched out my fingers and pushed the man's face, exposing his neck, but couldn't find the mole.I couldn't help sighing, and just about to stand up, someone grabbed my wrist suddenly.

Subconsciously, I looked for something that could be used as a weapon at hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the candlestick not far away, wondering if that thing could knock him out.

49. But before I stretched out my arms, I was pulled away by a strange force, and I threw myself into the arms of the man.My face was pressed against his armor, and it hurt so badly, just as I was about to speak, I heard the slightly surprised voice of the man above my head: "Where did this little beauty come from?"

I struggled twice but didn't break free, he didn't seem to care whether he was packed in a sack at all, his hand rested on my side waist, stroking gently.As the king of a country, I am still a bit bloody, a soldier can be killed but not humiliated.

I suddenly picked up the candlestick that was still burning, and threw it on the man's head without thinking.

But when the man turned his wrist, his index finger and thumb got stuck in my tiger's mouth. My wrist suddenly lost strength, and the burning candlestick was about to hit me.I closed my eyes subconsciously, but the imaginable pain did not fall on me.

I half-closed my eyes, and saw that the man above my head was holding the candlestick firmly in his hand, the flickering candle flame reflected the red wax on the back of his hand, and his skin seemed to have been scorched.

He put the candlestick on the ground, supported his head with one hand, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Even if it's a beauty with a handle, it's not good to be burned."

50. I sat on the armchair and watched the man get up from the sack, touched here and there, saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on my table, and ate several pieces without thinking.

I looked at the jade plaque dangling around his waist, and my heart skipped a beat.

He shook the dust off his body and stared at me with a half-smile. I coughed and said softly, "My lord, I will send you back tomorrow."

"No need." He touched the tip of his nose, and walked towards me with strides: "There's no reason to leave as soon as you arrive."

My back was pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and the only thing I had at hand was the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, but I didn't think it would be possible to beat this man to death with sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Just looking up, a man in black stood in front of him, holding a dagger in his hand.

"You'd better not go any further."

51. The voice sounded familiar. I leaned forward a little, tilted my head and asked, "Qizhi?"

The person in front of him froze, and he tilted his head and glanced at me, without any wavering in his tone: "Shut up, you're so stupid."

What I, the emperor, is too embarrassing, but at present, I can't beat these two people, so I have to swallow my anger for the time being.The man looked at Qi Zhi and raised his eyebrows, he stepped back a few steps and leaned against the wall, with his arms folded: "It's not enough for the little beauty to hide me, she actually hid another one on the beam."

"Yeah." Xi Zhi flipped his wrist and retracted the dagger. He leaned on the table next to me, twisted a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said indifferently: "Our emperor is the most greedy."

He took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, frowned and threw away the remaining half: "This thing is really unpalatable."

I don't have any embarrassment on my face, but after I return to the palace, I will deduct Qizhi's salary for half a year, and dare to slander my favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

52. A few days ago, I felt that Qizhi was not what I imagined. That day he was playing the piano for me at the racecourse. I saw that his piano was thicker than ordinary ones, so I jokingly asked him: "Qizhi , you don’t have a sword in your qin, do you?”

He didn't stop pointing, with a faint smile on his face, his voice seemed to be soaked in honey: "The emperor's lesson."

Looking at the expressionless Qi Zhi standing in the room now, I think that besides playing the piano, he might also change his face.