"Have you finished eating the ginseng and various supplements that I sent to the Imperial Master?"
"without."
Xiao Fugui said, "I've only eaten a fraction of what you sent over."
"Even if the Imperial Master eats for another seven or eight years, there will still be some left."
Ying Zheng nodded and waved his hand.
Xiao Fugui bowed and walked out.
Ying Zheng instructed Xia Lin, "Put these five hundred taels of silver into the national treasury."
"Also, pick out some nice fabrics from my private storehouse and send them to the Weaving Department."
"Let them make some new clothes for the Imperial Master."
"promise."
Xia Lin responded.
"in addition."
Ying Zheng added, "Pick out some beautiful hairpins, rings, and beads and send them to the Imperial Master."
"The Imperial Master is usually too plain."
"Pick out some brightly colored, glittering jewelry and send it to the Imperial Master."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Xia Lin bowed his head and replied.
Just as I was about to leave and lifted my foot, I heard His Majesty speak again.
"Also, the Imperial Master has been fond of practicing calligraphy lately, so I imagine he's used a lot of pens, ink, and paper."
"Pick some from my storehouse and send them to the Imperial Master."
"Send some of the pens, ink, and paper I use daily to the Imperial Master."
Xia Lin put his foot down and responded again.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
This time I waited for three breaths, but His Majesty didn't speak again.
Xia Lincai had someone carry the box and take it to the national treasury first.
Then he went to Ying Zheng's private treasury and picked out the things that Ying Zheng had instructed him to send to Qi Pan.
When Xia Lin came to Qi Pan's side.
Xia Wuqie happened to be checking Qi Pan's foot injury.
"Okay, Imperial Master, just pay more attention these days."
Xia Wuqie sorted out the medicine box and said, "You can stop taking the medicine for now."
"Just apply some ointment every day."
"good."
Qi Pan nodded, "Thank you, Dean Xia."
"You are too polite, Imperial Master. This is what I should do."
Xia Wuqi bowed to Qi Pan and then nodded to Xia Lin.
He left with the medicine box.
"National Master."
Xia Lin stepped forward and said, "Master, His Majesty asked me to bring you something."
"Oh? What is that?"
Qi Pan looked at the palace maid behind Xia Lin in confusion.
Xia Lin was followed by a dozen palace maids.
Each palace servant held a box in their hands.
Big or small.
Either round or square.
Xia Lin waved his hand.
The palace maids came forward one by one.
He placed the box in his hand in front of Qi Pan.
Xia Lin opened the boxes one by one and introduced the contents to Qi Pan.
A dazzling array of goods, shining with gold.
It almost blinded Qi Pan’s eyes.
She said, "Okay, okay, cover them all up."
"Dazzling."
The palace maids covered the box.
Xia Lin smiled and said, "Your Majesty said that the Imperial Master is usually too plain."
"You should use some brightly colored hairpins and jewelry."
"Your Majesty also ordered the servants to take some fabrics and have the people from the weaving department make some new clothes for the Imperial Master."
Qi Pan nodded, "Okay, I understand."
"Thank my brother for me. I'll go see him later."
"Okay."
After the people in the Life Palace put down all their things, Xia Lin saw that there was nothing for him to do, so he led his people out.
Qipan looked at the table piled high with boxes.
She waved to Xiao Fugui and said, "Put these things away."
"Tomorrow when you get dressed, pick out a few more suitable ones to wear."
"Yes, Imperial Master."
Xiao Fugui responded.
Then he deftly moved the boxes one by one and put them away.
I hope to resolve the slight estrangement between me and Ying Zheng caused by the dream.
After the horse race today, it has completely disappeared.
She believed in Ying Zheng.
Also believe in your own vision.
If she really believed in the wrong thing, she would not regret it.
It was the lesson she deserved.
Qi Pan grabbed the auspicious cloud jade hanging around his waist, played with it for a while, then stood up and walked back to the desk.
Sit down, pick up the pen and continue practicing calligraphy.
Beside the desk, Qi Pan was holding a calligraphy practice book.
These were the booklets given by Ying Zheng.
Eleven stood aside grinding ink.
Why did he feel that the Imperial Master's mood seemed to be much better now?
Is it his illusion?
It looks no different from when I went out this morning.
Twelve went to receive the punishment, and when he came back, he took the place of Eleven.
Go to eleven to receive the punishment.
...........
Weaving Department.
Xia Lin handed several pieces of fabric to Yi Qingqiu.
"His Majesty has instructed that these pieces of fabric be used to make some new clothes for the Imperial Master."
"Yes, I understand."
Yi Qingqiu took the material.
I asked carefully again whether Your Majesty had any other requests.
After confirming that everything was fine, he watched Xia Lin leave.
Yi Qingqiu then went to find Qi Pan and asked in detail about the styles and requirements of the clothes.
Only after it was finalized did they start working on making new clothes for Qi Pan.
After piling up a thick stack of papers, Qi Pan put down his pen.
He rubbed his sore wrist.
I stood up, stretched, and moved around a bit.
Qi Pan looked at the pale faces of Eleven and Twelve, and the aura emanating from them.
A strong smell of blood.
Qi Pan said, "I'll give you a day off."
"Go get some medicine and go back to rest for a day."
Eleven and Twelve looked at each other.
Eleven said, "Master, we are fine. This little injury is nothing serious."
Twelve also spoke.
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