His voice sounded extremely gnashed. Xing Maozhi shook his head: "That's not the case. It's just that it's cold and gloomy in the prison. There are simply too many rats to catch. Your Highnesses, please bear with us."
Neither this nor that works. Just now I told them to tell the jailer if they have anything to say.
If this was ordered, I would probably just find some excuses to fool them.
Impatience flashed in both men's eyes, and without further ado, they went into their respective cells.
Xing Maozhi locked the doors one by one, and before leaving, he called out, "Your Highnesses, remember to tell me if you have anything to say."
Xiao Chuji: "..."
Xiao Yanli: "..."
bad language.
…
Nighttime is a time for rest. Even the screams of prisoners during interrogation have stopped, but the lights in Xiao Yanli and Xiao Chuji's cells are still brightly lit.
Both of them were leaning over the desk, copying Buddhist scriptures.
Compared to the calmness at the beginning, the handwriting of both of them is now a little sloppy.
Xiao Yanli stopped writing, flexed his wrist, and said aloud, "Second brother, how many volumes have you copied?"
Xiao Chuji silently looked at the manuscript of about forty volumes beside the desk and replied loudly, "Twenty-eight volumes."
Only twenty-eight, Xiao Yanli raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "So, second brother is planning to copy till the fifty-fourth volume?"
Xiao Chuji said solemnly, "Exactly. How many volumes has Sixth Brother finished?"
Xiao Yanli glanced at the manuscript beside him, which had already reached volume 54, and said, "I'm a little faster than my second brother, and I'm at volume 32."
"Then the two of us will only copy fifty-four volumes?" Xiao Chuji asked tentatively.
"good."
Xiao Yanli picked up the pen and wrote as he spoke.
It doesn’t matter how many volumes he has, as long as he writes more than Xiao Chuji, it’s enough!
…
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed since Xiao Chuji and Xiao Yanli were arrested.
Jiang Zhiyu was leisurely basking in the sun with the emperor in the palace.
The weather has been getting hotter recently. Although the emperor has become addicted to pretending to be sick and living a life of doing nothing, he is also impatient to lie in bed.
The heat is secondary, the main problem is that it's too stuffy.
So Jiang Zhiyu came up with a good idea.
In the center of the imperial garden in the harem, the emperor dug a large lake. Jiang Zhiyu ordered people to place five lounge chairs in front of the lake, and also ordered workers to make five beach umbrellas according to his drawings, one for each lounge chair. There were also snacks and sugar water with ice cubes on the table next to it.
The emperor refused from the beginning - it would be unbecoming to sit without proper manners in public.
After enjoying themselves so much, they didn’t leave until late at night.
[Without them, Shengjing is truly peaceful and peaceful. It's so refreshing.]
The emperor nodded silently in agreement.
"By the way, Your Majesty, you've been around and seen it all for so long. When will you stop pretending and go back to court?"
The emperor's raised mouth corners fell: "Wait a little longer, there are still some things that have not been clarified, it is not the time yet."
[The best thing is, this death is exactly the same as when I didn't want to go to school before.]
[There is still a lack of 'love education'. ]
[It’s a pity that no one dared to hit him.]
emperor:"……"
He was about to speak when he heard a delicate female voice: "Ouch."
【Here it comes again. 】
The emperor came to the imperial garden every day, and naturally the palace maids, the newly entered beauties, and the ladies who had lived in the palace for a long time all became interested.
Since you can get out of bed and go out, you must be well now. Now that you are well, it's time for you to come and take a look at the harem.
So every day and every time period, there will be a few people trying their luck.
The emperor would ask a few questions at first, but after so many times, he became too lazy to even look.
He originally wanted to ask the Jinyiwei to stand guard nearby, but after he mentioned it and heard Zhiyu's thoughts, he immediately gave up the idea.
Later, when people came, only the eunuchs were allowed to drive them away.
But today's voice was so charming that the emperor stood up and took a look.
Jiang Zhiyu also lay down and watched.
【Hey, isn't this Shang Anlan? 】
[Although she didn't become the emperor's empress in the book, she did become the emperor's daughter and married into a royal family, becoming the queen of Junggar.]
The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly.
Shang Anlan? Shang Yizi's daughter, why is she in the palace?
Fu Ping had been by the emperor's side for many years, and he could tell what he was thinking by looking at his eyes. He whispered, "His Majesty is selecting a new empress, and Miss Shang is among them. His Majesty is seriously ill, so the selection process has been suspended, but the concubines are still staying in the palace."
The emperor suddenly realized.
He was so happy every day that he almost forgot about it.
He glanced sideways at Shang Anlan. She was beautiful, but had no distinctive features.
The emperor was not interested: "What happened to her?"
The eunuch who had gone to inquire about the matter had also returned. Fu Ping relayed the news to the emperor, "Your Majesty, they say a jade pendant has been lost. It was a relic of her mother."
"Where did she lose the land? Send a few people to help her look for it."
The emperor ordered.
Jiang Zhiyu lost interest after seeing the person clearly and continued to bask in the sun. After a while, Xing Maozhi came, followed by several guards, carrying something.
Hearing the noise, the emperor also withdrew his gaze.
He stepped forward and bowed, "Your Majesty, these are the Buddhist scriptures copied and sent by the princes today. The Second Prince has 308 volumes, and the Sixth Prince has 328 volumes."
emperor:"……"
From the first day, when Xing Maozhi carried the 108th and 206th volumes, the emperor realized the seriousness of the problem.
These past two days, the number has increased day by day.
The young fish in the river croaked with joy.
【It's rolled up.】
The emperor flipped through it casually and handed it to Jiang Zhiyu, who also took a general look and said: "Not bad, just like the previous few days, bind it into a book and sell it."
Xing Maozhi responded, but his hands were still shaking slightly.
If those two knew that the Buddhist scriptures they copied after working so hard all night were sold by Jiang Zhiyu, they would be so crazy.
Don't ask for trouble.
The emperor's consent was obtained for the sale of Buddhist scriptures.
Anyway, Xiao Chuji and Xiao Yanli had no sincere intention in copying the Buddhist scriptures, they just wanted to surpass each other.
Selling Buddhist scriptures at a low price can also allow ordinary people to learn to read and write.
It's better than piling it up in the palace and being eaten by insects and wasted.
What the emperor couldn't understand was that those two people were able to plot against him and Jiang Kang'an, so they were certainly not stupid. How could they be so stupid in this matter that it was laughable?
Isn't this killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of your own?
At the same time, Xiao Yanli and Xiao Chuji, who had been in the imperial prison for three sleepless days, lay on the bed that they had initially disliked, looking at the ceiling tiredly.
Their wrists were still trembling from prolonged use, and both had bruises under their eyes, with bloodshot eyes.
After closing his eyes for a while, Xiao Chuji finally couldn't help but speak: "Sixth brother, tell me the truth, how much have you copied in the past few days?"
A cold voice came from the other side: "Didn't we agree on it? Fifty-four volumes."
Xiao Chuji couldn't help but say, "Bah! What fifty-four? I think there are five hundred and four!"
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