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Chapter 21 Longevity

The little emperor went to attend the daily lecture, and the little Fuzi didn't rest, he had to buy the embroidery pouch before dark.

Items such as embroidered pouches are basically sold around the silk and satin Zhuangzi of the cosmetics shop. In those places, Xiao Fuzi is not familiar with women, so he can only go to the female officials of the Shanggong Bureau.

The female officer promised to send someone to walk for him, and at the same time kindly reminded: "Elder-in-law, please don't expect too much. Snail powder-flavored sachets are almost unheard of... can they be sold!?"

Xiao Fuzi couldn't laugh or cry: I don't know either!All I know is that today I have to find the embroidery pouch for life and death—with the embroidery pouch, one smokes the whole house; without the embroidery pouch, one smokes one hall, and the entire imperial dining room will be affected!

After leaving the Shanggong Bureau, Xiao Fuzi sent some people to run around, while he walked alone in the harem with his head bowed, thinking about whether he would go to find Concubine Yan quietly next—he was not there for the embroidered bag, but returned After the palace, I still heard some voices.

"Eunuch Liang?"

Little Fuzi's name is Liang Jiufu, and the voice is calling him.

When Xiao Fuzi raised his head, what caught his eyes was the fluffy veil, he hurried over to salute: "Oh, it's Concubine Tong."

Concubine Tong raised her hand to signal him to excuse her, and the bell in her hand made a clear and crisp sound: "Elder-in-law, didn't you go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation just now, why did you come to the Shang Gong Bureau again?"

"Well..." Xiao Fuzi felt that it was hard to explain, and he couldn't help asking, and wanted to be vague, "Running errands for the emperor, is the concubine Tong here to tell you to make new clothes? I need to go back and return to my order. I won't delay you any longer."

"Eunuch stay here, I... well, I have something for you to bring to Concubine Yan." Concubine Tong gave the people around her a wink, "Concubine Yan came to our Gada last time... I left this in the palace. "

In front of him, the maid opened a brocade handkerchief bag that had been stacked many times, and inside was an embroidered pouch.

The silk thread on the embroidered pouch has lost its color after being exposed to the sun and rain for a while, but the smell is still stubbornly lingering, but this weight can only be given to Xiao Fuzi who smelled the freshly baked snail noodles at noon. It was the end of the battle, so there was a smile on his face, and he couldn't help saying: "Oh, this is really a big help!"

The palace girl was afraid that her hands would leave a lingering fragrance, so she quickly passed the things over, and at the same time answered Xiao Fuzi's words and asked, "I'm very busy? Could it be that the concubine Yan is looking for this?"

"No, it's the emperor..." Xiao Fuzi closed his mouth again at this point, thanked him haha, then folded the veil and left.

Concubine Tong took a few steps forward, stopped suddenly, covered her mouth and nose with one hand under the veil, and bent slightly: "I can't do it..."

The maid was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"The fan at noon was too chatty, I walked fast just now, and felt like throwing up..."

In the evening, it was Xiao Fuzi who came to inform the little emperor that his day's schedule was over.

The little emperor lowered his eyes and wrinkled his nose.

Hmph, cruel vixen, it's best not to come, that face will only upset me.

He tidied up and walked to the bed, there was indeed an embroidered pouch hanging on the curtain outside the bed, and he could smell some faint scents when he got closer.

The little emperor got into the quilt angrily, closed his eyes and sniffed again.

This taste is what I want.

I've eaten it all, I'm used to the taste, but it's just mediocre, I won't be scared away.

The little emperor turned over and kicked his legs under the quilt.

I am not afraid of you.

I will never forget how you lied to me, and I will never believe your words again.

I will definitely deal with you in the future... cut up your clothes, draw bastards on your body, draw a hundred of them, the chest and back, the soles of your feet, and your set of scaring things must not be let go!

Let you pinch me!What have I done, you have to pinch me!I will also tie you up with a rope in the future, and blindfold you... Humph!

In the quiet night, the little emperor was full of pain. He tossed and turned for half an hour without falling asleep. The more he woke up, the more he felt the smell of the room. The bigger he got, the more he wanted to remember Shen Yanchuan, and he became more sober...

Finally, the little emperor finally jumped up, put on his clothes and left the bedroom.

The palace was quiet, most of the palace people had gone back to bed, the little eunuch on duty under the eaves was probably tired from running during the day, and now he was sleeping like hell, he didn't wake up when he rubbed his shoes carelessly.

The little emperor did not take the lamp, and went out in the dark familiarly.The moonlight was quite bright outside, shedding down like a silver-blue veil.He walked to the corner of the small courtyard by light, and finally stopped in front of a crystal jar at the corner of the corridor, and grabbed a big turtle from it.

But at this moment, Shen Yanchuan sneaked into the little emperor's bedroom lightly.

He didn't know if the little emperor was asleep, so he didn't approach rashly, but listened carefully through the bead curtain.

Soon he discovered the problem—the silence in the inner room was the silence of no one, and what was even more strange was that there was still a smell of snail powder inside.

Shen Yanchuan walked quickly to the bed, took out the fire pocket to light up, and saw the embroidered pouch hanging on the tent at a glance.

While wondering, he quickly took off the embroidered pouch and put it away, then walked out quickly, jumped onto the roof and looked down at the entire Hall of Mental Cultivation.The hidden guards are still guarding the backyard. It seems that the little emperor didn't sneak out of the palace...but what was he doing by the pond in the middle of the night?

Shen Yanchuan landed again and hid behind the rockery.

The little emperor was unaware of this, walked to the pond, sat down on a large flat bluestone, and picked up the turtle in his hand: "Oh, longevity, stick your head out and chat with me?"

The tortoise couldn't understand human language, its head was still shrunk in its shell, and it didn't know if it was awake or not.

The little emperor didn't care about it, and started talking by himself:

"What's my bargaining chip...it's power. The power is in the hands of the prime minister and the queen mother."

"Most of the prime minister's power does not belong to me. If I want to take chips from him, I have to go to the harem to curry favor with Yu Meiren... I don't."

"So in the end, I still have to find the queen mother... I have to obediently attend the lectures, go to court, and review the papers. The queen mother is happy, maybe she can come to see me, and then give me the secret guard, so that I can deal with Shen Yanchuan gone."

"But in this way, the queen mother will also give Shen Yanchuan a credit, and won't let me touch him easily..."

After a thorough analysis, the little emperor realized that he was unable to escape the clutches of the devil no matter what, so he scratched his head madly and loosened most of his bun: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I!"

The tortoise's longevity was probably disturbed by him, and it moved in the tortoise's shell.

Then there was no movement again.

The little emperor put longevity on his lap, stopped making trouble with it, and lowered his head quietly.

After a while, he spoke.

"If it's Brother Huang, I'm sure I can think of a good way."

But then he shook his head again.

"But Brother Huang will never encounter such a thing. If he becomes emperor, he will definitely be the best emperor.