Chapter 18 I can't bear to blame you, I can only beat him to death
In the imperial study.
Minister of War Guo Zhenxiong and Commander of the Beijing Camp Chu Ang had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the emperor coming, they were about to pay their respects, but they heard the word "exempt".
Guo Zhenxiong immediately straightened up, looked at His Majesty who was sitting behind the imperial desk, took two steps forward, his dark face full of determination: "I beg Your Majesty to grant me permission to go to the northwest!"
Pei Yan looked at him calmly: "You can go to the battle, but you can't be the commander-in-chief."
"Why?" Guo Zhenxiong was a little anxious. After being pinched by Chu Ang, he realized that he was being rude. He simply knelt down with a plop, and looked at His Majesty with his neck stretched out humbly and anxiously.
Chu Ang already had some guesses, and seeing that His Majesty remained silent, he asked at the right time: "Your Majesty, are you planning to keep General Wen as the commander?"
“No way!”
Guo Zhenxiong's eyes widened, and he said bitterly, "That Wen Huan clearly has evil intentions! He has let the bandit leader of Xitian go several times, with the purpose of nurturing the bandits for his own benefit. As long as there is chaos in the northwest, Your Majesty will have no choice but to use him!"
Pei Yan tapped the imperial desk with his fingertips and said slowly, "So, I must make him go to the battle this time."
Seeing that His Majesty did not tolerate any arguments, Guo Zhenxiong immediately looked around, ready to find a pillar in the hall to bang his head against.
No more alive!
Who says only civil servants die for their remonstrances? He must die today so that his name can go down in history!
"I asked you to go with Wen Huan so that when he lets the bandits go, you can chop off his head in front of the three armies."
A gentle voice was heard, and Guo Zhenxiong stopped looking for the pillar immediately.
He looked up in shock, gazing at the handsome and gentle emperor. His dark and narrow phoenix eyes were as calm as water, but they made him feel the flashing of swords and the shadows of sabers on the battlefield, killing people invisibly.
Guo Zhenxiong choked and said, "Although I also think that Wen Huan has brought disaster to the country and the people and his crimes should not be punished, he has the red seal of the late emperor, which can exempt him from the death penalty three times. And the Queen Mother, your majesty is a filial son and may not bear it..."
"When a general is on the battlefield, he may not obey the orders of the king."
Pei Yan's lips curled up slightly, and he looked at him with a smile: "My dear Guo, do you still need me to teach you this principle?"
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Jiang Shuyi went to the Qianqing Palace but found nothing there. She then learned that Pei Yan was discussing state affairs with court officials in the imperial study.
Cheng Shouzhong's godson Cheng Lu was guarding here. Seeing that Concubine Jiang wanted to wait outside the palace, he wanted to please her, so he took the initiative and said flatteringly, "Madam, please wait inside the palace. It's still cold in spring. If you get frostbitten, we will never be able to atone for our sins even if we die a thousand times."
Jiang Shuyi naturally didn't want to let herself down.
After expressing her gratitude, she walked into the hall holding a volume of the Book of Songs.
On the lacquered and gold-dragon-patterned table in the outer hall were two piles of newly delivered memorials, which together were half a person's height. In her previous life, Jiang Shuyi was used to curling up beside Pei Yan and reading a book while he was reviewing memorials. She subconsciously wanted to go over, but as soon as she raised her foot, she remembered that she might not be so presumptuous now.
So annoying.
Jiang Shuyi's face fell slightly. She turned around and walked to the couch by the window and sat down, placing the Book of Songs on the kang table.
She had thought it through today. Didn't Pei Yan want to turn over the cards? She would stay here in the name of asking for advice on poetry and books, and wait and see how he would turn over other people's cards in front of her!
About half an hour later, a palace servant saluted from outside the palace: "Your Majesty."
Jiang Shuyi, who had been dozing off while reading, suddenly woke up.
She wanted to get off the bed to greet him, but for some unknown reason she turned her head to look out the window and happened to meet Pei Yan's gaze.
The beautiful spring scenery fell on the handsome emperor, casting a tall shadow on the ground. He walked slowly, his face as gentle as jade. His calm eyes fell on her face for a moment, then moved away and walked straight towards the palace gate.
Jiang Shuyi quickly put on her shoes, got off the couch, and walked quickly to the door of the hall, just as Pei Yan came in.
She curved her eyebrows and knelt down to greet him: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."
Pei Yan's temporary website: Yan. Yan ignored her and glanced at Cheng Lu. Cheng Lu was shocked and lowered his head in a hurry.
Cheng Shouzhong glanced back and forth and understood something. This little bastard Cheng Lu wanted to show his courtesy to the Empress while he was away, but ended up hitting the Majesty's sore spot.
What kind of place is this Qianqing Palace? Anyone who dares to let people in without permission is really courting death.
He winked at Cheng Lu with a cold face. Cheng Lu understood what he meant and followed him back with weak legs.
Jiang Shuyi hadn't heard Pei Yan speak for a long time. She raised her head and saw Pei Yan's gaze falling on the window and the couch where she placed the book.
"The books you brought?"
There was a hint of doubt in his gentle tone.
Jiang Shuyi stood up, grabbed Pei Yan's sleeve, and said in a coquettish tone: "Yes, I want to continue studying with Your Majesty."
"Oh?" Pei Yan turned around, lowered his eyes to look at her hand holding his sleeve, and asked with a smile: "Didn't you say that you are already a mother, and it would be unworthy to be taught by me?"
Jiang Shuyi did think so before. She wanted to educate the child, but letting the child see his mother being taught by his father was indeed a loss of dignity.
But what are children now?
Jiang Shuyi sighed and hugged Pei Yan: "But being a mother is so tiring. I have been exhausted for the past six months. I still feel happier when I was your Majesty's student."
Pei Yan laughed and patted her on the back: "How disgraceful! Get up. I haven't changed my clothes yet."
Jiang Shuyi also smiled, loosened her hand, raised her head and said with bright eyes: "Then I will serve Your Majesty."
Pei Yan had nothing to refuse.
In the bedroom, Pei Yan faced Jiang Shuyi with his arms open, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.
Jiang Shuyi skillfully took off the dragon robe embroidered with the twelve-chapter pattern on him and handed it to the eunuch who was attending him. She then picked up a moon-white casual suit from the tray and put it on him.
Those hands were white and tender, rubbing over his body.
Pei Yan never told her that she was very bad at changing clothes.
For example, when tying a belt, most concubines would squat and kneel to fix it for the emperor, but Jiang Shuyi just stood in front of him with her head down and fiddled with it.
It’s not necessarily true that she doesn’t understand. Pei Yan can see that she likes to gain some favor from him.
It's not surprising. Her aunt passed away early, and the mistress certainly couldn't treat her concubine's daughter and her biological daughter equally. How could someone who had seen others being favored since childhood not be envious and yearning?
Pei Yan never exposed her. Jiang Shuyi was spoiled by him and could not stand any harsh words. If her little thoughts were exposed, she would probably cry bitterly and never deal with such things again.
Anyway, he does favor her, so what's the harm in indulging her in such a harmless matter?
Jiang Shuyi was concentrating on tidying up Pei Yan's clothes when she suddenly heard the dull sound of a stick being hit outside, and a painful groan from someone's throat after being gagged.
She was startled and subconsciously shrank towards Pei Yan, asking, "Are you hitting someone?"
Pei Yan hugged her and said "hmm" lightly.
Jiang Shuyi was curious: "Who are you hitting?"
"Cheng Lu."
Pei Yan patted Jiang Shuyi's back gently, his tone was gentle, even with an indulgent and doting meaning: "He let you into the Qianqing Palace privately, both of you are wrong, I can't bear to blame you, so I can only beat him to death, you listen to the sound, just think of it as a lesson, next time when I'm not here, you can't go straight into the main hall, if you get tired of waiting, go to the side hall to rest."
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