Chapter 25 Can this blessing be given to others?
Emperor Wu Su only felt that the woman in the distance, walking back and forth, was very dazzling.
Today, because she came to study under a master, Ji Qingwu dressed very simply, with her hair tied in a bun and only a green jade hairpin, without any other jewelry.
The hem of her green gauze dress swayed with her footsteps, like a soft green cloud.
The loose skirt makes the waist look even slimmer, making people want to grab it.
Li Yuzong saw the emperor's gaze fall outside the palace and he looked for a long time.
Curiously, he followed her line of sight and took a look, then bowed and walked closer, whispering, "Your Majesty, this is the fifth young lady of the Ji family. She brought her daughter to the study room to take the entrance test."
In fact, this news reached the emperor's ears yesterday, and Li Yuzong reminded him again with all his heart.
Emperor Wu Su glanced at the noisy eunuch and then looked away.
Then, with an indifferent expression, he picked up the memorial that he had just thrown aside and gave his approval with a red pen.
With a wave of his hand, the words written on the letter were strong and elegant.
Li Yuzong saw that the emperor's mood seemed to have improved a little, although he didn't know why. He tiptoed back and heard Emperor Wu Su give a cold order.
He scratched his ears in surprise, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong, and then he followed the order and left.
From the upper study, there was the sound of someone reading quietly.
Ji Qingwu was standing at the door, feeling very nervous. She was not very nervous when she went out, but the longer she waited, the more bad scenes appeared in her mind.
So, when Li Yuzong appeared behind her, she was startled.
"Ms. Ji."
Ji Qingwu turned around suddenly and saw Li Yuzong and the eunuchs carrying things.
Thinking she was in the way, she quickly moved out of the way.
One of the young eunuchs was the young Dongzi who came to the palace to deliver the imperial edict that day. He smiled and said, "I am honored to meet Miss Ji. This is my master, Li Yuzong, the chief steward of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
In the palace, the eunuchs serving the emperor were not ordinary servants, and the chief eunuch of the Imperial Household Department was the one with the most power.
Ji Qingwu said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Meeting Manager Li."
Li Yuzong was also very polite: "Miss Ji, you are embarrassing me."
"Put the chairs here." Li Yuzong directed his men.
Ji Qingwu looked at a rosewood chair carved with dragon and cloud patterns, which was placed in front of her.
This is.......
Seeing her confusion, Li Yuzong said directly: "This is a reward from His Majesty. The emperor said that although Miss Ji has an elegant figure, it is really an eyesore to walk back and forth in front of this door, so he ordered Miss Ji to sit down."
Does the emperor think she is an eyesore?
Ji Qingwu's expression changed again and again, neither angry nor smiling.
However, thinking of the terrifying aura of the emperor in the side hall of the Cining Palace that day, she could only sit down obediently and replied respectfully: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward."
She watched Li Yuzong all the way back to the Qinzheng Hall.
I was also wondering in my heart. The study was at least thirty or forty meters away from the Qinzheng Hall. The emperor's eyesight was really extraordinary.
After she sat down, she didn't even dare to move her buttocks, and her back was straight as if she was being punished.
Jiujiu blinked her eyes and said, "Mother, the emperor is such a kind man. Seeing that you are tired of standing, he still lets you sit down."
This blessing...can you give it to someone else?
Suddenly, a woman was sitting at the door of the upper study, and she was sitting on a chair with dragon and cloud patterns in the Qinzheng Hall. This was an unprecedented sight.
Although the palace servants passing by did not dare to comment, some of them turned their heads to look at her secretly.
Ji Qingwu felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. It would be better for him to stand.
Li Yuzong hurried back to the Qinzheng Hall and stood quietly in his old seat.
At this moment, Emperor Wu Su was holding a memorial in his hand, with a red pen hanging over the paper. He frowned and looked at Li Yuzong with cold eyes.
Chief Eunuch Li, who was always the best at understanding the emperor's intentions, did not understand what the emperor meant.
Li Yuzong looked at Emperor Wu Su's expression and said carefully, "Your Majesty, Miss Ji has already sat down and will not disturb you again."
Looking from the direction of the Qinzheng Hall, Ji Qingwu's figure was already sitting in a chair, with a dignified posture, motionless, as if he was in meditation.
The blue sky is no longer floating, but it still makes people feel uneasy.
Emperor Wu Su said with some impatience: "What did you say?"
Li Yuzong finally came to his senses. It turned out that he wanted to know what Ji Qingwu said in response.
I quickly replied: "Miss Ji said, thank you for your reward, Your Majesty."
Emperor Wu Su nodded and raised his eyebrows, as if he was still waiting for what to say next.
At this point, the sweat on Li Yuzong's head was almost soaking the fabric on the brim of his hat. He hesitated and said, "How about I go and ask Miss Ji if she has anything else to say?"
After a while, a cold voice was heard from the throne.
"Close the red door."
It means out of sight, out of mind.
For some reason, Emperor Wu Su was particularly difficult to serve today, so Li Yuzong was extremely cautious and quickly asked his eunuchs to close the two doors, leaving only a gap for ventilation.
Ji Qingwu watched the door of the Qinzheng Hall close in front of him.
She's just sitting there obediently, but she's still an eyesore? !
If possible, she didn't want to enter the palace and get in the way of the emperor.
But it’s okay. Ji Qingwu let out a long sigh and sat more casually.
After waiting for a while, an old man wearing an indigo-colored robe with a round collar and narrow sleeves appeared at the door.
When Ji Qingwu saw the man's character and bearing, he knew that he must be the examiner of the entrance test, that is, the Crown Prince's Tutor of this dynasty, Qiao Menghan.
When Qiao Menghan saw Ji Qingwu, Jiujiu, and the familiar rosewood chair, a gleam of light flashed in his old eyes.
He recognized this chair; it was the chair that the Emperor used when he summoned his ministers to the Qinzheng Hall and allowed old and weak officials to sit down and rest. But why did it appear here?
Qiao Menghan is an old fox in the officialdom. He didn't say anything and pretended not to see it, because the chair would not appear here for no reason.
Ji Qingwu quickly stood up, greeted, and then stepped aside to watch quietly.
Old Master Qiao nodded, and then asked the child who was only as tall as his knees seriously, "Are you the granddaughter of Gibran?"
Jiujiu didn't show any fear and replied, "Yes, how do you know my grandfather's name?"
Old Master Qiao said sternly, "Don't worry about how I know this. Do you know what I'm here for today?"
The little girl said honestly: "Studying."
"Since you are studying, what are you good at?"
Jiujiu puffed out her chest proudly: "Counting money."
Qiao Menghan stroked his beard and said, "Okay, let me ask you, if someone is buying something together, each person pays eight cents, and there is a surplus of three cents; if each person pays seven cents, there is a shortfall of four cents, what is the price of the item according to the number of people?"
It's a question of profit and loss.
Ji Qingwu's eyes were soft and bright as he waited for his daughter's answer.
Jiujiu's black eyes rolled a few times, his little hands were opened, and his little mouth was mumbling.
After half a cup of tea, he said excitedly: "Seven people, fifty-three coins."
Old Master Qiao nodded. He answered so quickly without paper and pen. He must have a talent for math.
"There is famine in a certain place, and the imperial court has allocated 10,000 taels of silver for disaster relief. A pound of porridge costs one and a half taels of silver, and it is enough for three people. How many people can be fed with this disaster relief money?"
This question is even simpler than the previous one. Ji Qingwu encouraged his daughter in his heart.
Jiujiu thought about it for a long time.
Her little eyebrows were twisted together, as if she was in great difficulty.
"I have no idea."
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