Chapter 57 The Emperor Questions
Fu Yi suppressed his laughter and asked seriously, "Madam, why do you say that? What rumors are going on in the mansion?"
Cheng Nianying sat down next to him: "I figured it out myself."
"How did you know that?"
Cheng Nianying was about to tell a lie when Fu Yi immediately spoke up, "If the people below didn't try to manipulate the situation and deliberately curry favor, how could you take them seriously?"
Cheng Nianying didn't get a chance to interrupt, and then she heard him ask again, "You don't want me to take a concubine?"
Cheng Nianying nodded quickly.
"If I take a concubine..." Fu Yi paused, raised his hand to hold her chin, and gently stroked it upwards along her jawline. The man's palm was so large that it almost covered most of Cheng Nianying's face.
Fu Yi sighed softly: "Why are you crying?"
She didn't cry. Cheng Nianying was stunned for a moment, and naturally would not go against Fu Yi's words.
She thought this might be useful, so she simply stabbed Fu Yi's shoulder and whimpered softly.
Her crying was very soft and low, but it still inevitably passed through the screen and reached the emperor's ears.
The emperor had a headache.
It was not right to leave now, and it put him in an embarrassing situation.
"Don't cry." Fu Yi whispered to comfort her.
Cheng Nianying stopped talking for a moment, grabbed his shoulders with her fingertips, raised her head slightly and looked - there were two wet circles on his shoulders.
I don’t know if he dislikes it or not.
Cheng Nianying pretended not to see it, quietly turned her face to the side, and moved closer to Fu Yi's neck.
The breath was so warm that Fu Yi tensed up a bit.
He pursed his lips gently and pushed Cheng Nianying away: "Wipe your face first, okay?"
"Um."
Fu Yi raised his voice: "Someone, bring some hot water."
Someone immediately answered the door.
Fu Yi then turned his gaze back to Cheng Nianying.
She cooperated very well. When she was told to cry, she really shed tears. When she was told not to cry, she really stopped.
Therefore, she didn't look embarrassed as if she had cried really hard. Her eyes were only filled with tears, and she actually cried beautifully.
Soon, servants came in and out, some bringing water, some bringing towels, and the atmosphere in the room was completely disturbed.
The emperor saw that the time was almost right and finally came out from behind the screen: "Huai Yan, the Buddha statue enshrined in your room needs some repainting..."
When he turned out, his voice suddenly paused, "Yurong is here too."
Cheng Nianying suddenly understood everything that had just happened.
She quickly stood up to salute.
The emperor laughed: "Forgot again?"
Cheng Nianying sat back down: "Master."
"Yes." The emperor smiled kindly and sat down opposite the two of them.
"We set up a grain transport and warehouse command, divided it into three departments, and resolved the Yanzhou disaster and the Khotan rebellion without bloodshed... Huai Yan has made great contributions to our Huan Dynasty. Sometimes at night, I find it difficult to sleep when I think of him still suffering from illness." The emperor sighed.
Then, he changed the subject and asked Cheng Nianying, "Think about it for me. How else can I reward him?"
This was the first time that Cheng Nianying heard others mention the achievements of Prince Danshuo, apart from saving the emperor.
She was stunned for a moment. Even though she was not good at this, she was keenly aware that this question would be difficult to answer.
Cheng Nianying was silent for only a moment before the emperor started laughing: "Look at me, how could you possibly have an answer?"
"How about adding a few beauties for him?" The emperor decided to let Cheng Nianying face the choice directly.
Fu Yi raised his eyelids, but swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
There's no need to rush.
"Why don't you answer?" One by one, they avoided his question, and the emperor was a little unhappy.
Cheng Nianying knew that Prince Danshuo could not help her at this time.
She has to answer it herself.
She slowly raised her face, her innocence still lingering, and asked, "Can't you reward me?"
She paused for a moment, then continued slowly, "It's often said that husband and wife are one. If you reward me, you are also rewarding the prince, right?"
The room was silent.
The emperor laughed: "You really don't want me to give him a beauty?"
"Yeah." Cheng Nianying answered while thinking about how to kill the old man and run away if something went wrong.
The emperor turned the Buddhist beads in his palm: "Jealousy is not good."
Cheng Nianying thought for a moment and asked, "Do you think I'm not good?"
The person was chosen by the emperor himself. The emperor's eyes flickered and he said, "It's because outsiders will spread rumors that you are jealous and say bad things about you."
"That's nothing."
"Why is it okay?"
Cheng Nianying was still slow, she was thinking while answering, but she was not very old, so this just made her look cute in a way that suited her age.
She said, "You and I both know what a good man the Duke is, but outsiders will still say bad things about him. It shows...you can't stop the outsiders from talking. If you're afraid of what they might say, you'll go against your conscience, which is not good."
The room fell completely silent.
The emperor's movements of turning the Buddhist beads became faster and faster.
Faster and faster... Finally, he stopped, stood up and said with a smile, "Yes, if you are afraid of what others will say, you will go against your original intention, which is not good. Not good."
He waved to Cheng Nianying: "Come, come here, let's go take a look."
"What are you looking at?"
"The palace maids in the mansion have lost their composure and have forgotten the difference between master and servant. They are being punished. If you go and see them, you won't be so angry that you cry anymore."
The emperor did not forget to tell Fu Yi, "Huai Yan, you should have a good rest."
Fu Yi smiled secretly, nodded and leaned back: "Yes."
Cheng Nianying followed the emperor down the stairs step by step, passed through several doors, and came to another courtyard.
The eunuch in the courtyard held a whisk in his hand, his face painted white and droopy.
No screams.
There was only the sound of the stick hitting flesh and the dull groan of pain.
The only one who was not punished with a stick was Mu He.
Mu He knelt beside him, her face even paler than the last time she saw the corpse. Seeing the emperor appear, she immediately kowtowed and said, "It's all my fault."
Everyone was being punished, except her. This was even more horrible than if she had been punished.
Unless... unless she suddenly becomes the prince's concubine.
But will Your Majesty do this?
Mu He raised her head carefully, hiding the vague hope in her eyes.
"You can't even do your job as a waiter. It's really disappointing." The emperor shook his head. "Since you are so clumsy, you should be sent to the laundry department."
It's impossible to leave no one behind...
Mu He just had an idea.
Then the emperor continued, "Mu He, you should be punished too. Go and help out at the Imperial Food Bureau."
The Shangshi Bureau is naturally located in the palace.
In other words... none of them can stay in the Prince's Mansion anymore!
Mu He was suddenly struck by this, and her whole body trembled. This not only meant that the one she admired would be away from her. His Majesty's retreat also meant that they had greatly displeased His Majesty and had ruined His Majesty's previous instructions.
After returning to the palace...that was the real torture.
No! No!!!
Mu He didn't even understand why he was defeated so suddenly.
"Your Majesty, the affairs of the palace..." She tried to speak tremblingly.
The emperor glanced at her and ignored her.
The emperor was very disappointed.
He tried to build a ladder for her, but she couldn't catch it.
"Are you scared when you see them being punished? Don't dare to watch?" The emperor turned around and asked Cheng Nianying.
Cheng Nianying did not look at the palace maids who were punished.
The emperor followed her gaze and looked down: "Oh, are you looking at the Buddhist beads in my hand?"
yes.
Cheng Nianying is looking at Buddhist beads.
She just felt that it was extremely strange for the emperor, holding Buddhist beads and wearing monk's robes, to stand here and listen to the endless sound of beatings.
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