queen drama

Chapter 22

The young master woke up a little earlier. He is a martial arts practitioner. He felt a little sore in his body, but it was not unbearable. The miraculous little red pill really has an analgesic effect, and he didn't notice it at all when he was happy. It took a while to feel a little uncomfortable, but how to use that pill was really a little... I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Because he insisted on being a bodyguard all night, the emperor not only refused to help him, but also ordered him to do it himself with great interest. He even thought it was too dark to see clearly, so he insisted on hanging night pearls in the tent...

Your Majesty, you can clearly see if there are any mosquitoes flying over the night pearls in the tent, and there is nothing wrong with it anywhere! !

Fortunately, the pill was not big, and it melted as soon as he used it. After using it, he was so ashamed that even his toes were red, and he no longer had the courage to think about who gave him the medicine in Mid-Autumn Night.

Meng Xuanyun raised his body slightly, and found that his upper body was being hugged by the emperor, and his lower body was miraculously riding on the emperor... just get used to it.The little marquis retracted his legs and waited silently. It was almost time of mao, the princes and the others should be entering the palace soon, right?

As he expected, not long after, the door of the palace opened a crack, and a team of servants rushed in. Xia Linchun knelt at the front with his court robes on his hands. Director Wang said softly, "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Zheng didn't pay attention to it, Director Wang bravely stepped forward and gently pushed aside the bed curtains, facing the bright eyes of the young master in the arms of the emperor.

puff!Manager Wang wanted to laugh a little.

"Young Lord, do you remember?"

Before Director Wang entered the palace, he also ordered people to prepare the clothes of the young master.

Meng Xuanyun quickly blinked and nodded, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak overnight, even if he managed to speak, he was afraid of disturbing the people lying beside him.

He remembered, but couldn't get up, the emperor's dragon claws were around his shoulders with one arm, and around his waist with the other, forming an extremely firm circle together.

Manager Wang had no choice but to continue calling: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Zhao Zheng finally woke up after a long call, and he still couldn't hide his anger. When he saw the young master who ate again and again last night, and his body was covered in red marks, he immediately... let alone remember it.

Manager Wang watched helplessly as the emperor gave him a cold gouging look, then turned around and rolled into the brocade quilt with the young master in his arms.

The young master was terrified, he pushed and shoved, and desperately said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty!"

Last night was good, he didn't want to have a live sex in front of so many people.

Zhao Zheng regained consciousness, bit his earlobe with a smile: "Why are you still called the emperor?"

Young Master: "Then... what is it called?"

Zhao Zheng: "Brother Zheng."

Manager Wang and Xia Linchun's bodies shook at the same time. They were holding back their laughter. All the servants in Funing Hall heard it. Our Majesty is called Brother Zheng.

"Your majesty!" The young master was so ashamed and angrily said, "You, you are two months younger than me, how can you!"

Zhao Zheng frowned, if it's not appropriate to call him brother...

"That's my husband, how about it?"

Young Master: "..."

The little marquis refused to be called husband, and was forced by Zhao Zheng to change "you" to "you", and he had to look at the "wound" to be satisfied. Today, the emperor came to court later than usual It took more than half an hour.

Fortunately, the harem is peaceful now (no one is there), and there will no longer be blind people to embarrass the young master who is on the dragon bed, and the empress dowager, whose ears are soft and easy to be used as a knife, has been moved out , the influence of the concubines in the palace was also eliminated, and the harem was already under the control of the emperor, but the court was not so simple.

Zhao Zheng ascended the throne for a few months, and the weather was smooth, and the focus of the court was mainly on the upcoming scientific research and the selection of the Queen of the Palace.

The chief examiner had already made a decision a month ago, and everything can be done according to the regulations, but the queen has not made a decision.When the Empress Dowager was still alive, Miss Song of Cheng'en Gong's Mansion was the most vocal, but after the Empress Dowager left the palace, no one mentioned Miss Song's name anymore.The emperor suppressed the empress dowager's lynching and torture of the palace guards, and the Cheng'en government could only swallow the broken teeth. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that the Song family, which had only the empress dowager as its backer, was completely useless.

The Queen was chosen, and now there are two factions left, one is headed by Prince Shen, who supports Princess Shen's mother's family, that is, the Miss of the Duke of Wei's Mansion.The other faction just popped up, headed by Prince Jane, and supported the young lady of Tang Guogong's mansion.

Originally, Prince Jane was not very interested in choosing a queen, and it was also because Zhao Zheng cleared all his people in the palace. A little bit of crispness makes the queen his help.

The two factions held their own opinions and spittled wildly. From the appearance of the two ladies to the respective in-laws of Duke Tang's mansion and Duke Wei's mansion, they still could not reach an agreement.Zhao Zheng let them fight. With Prince Jane around, it might take another month for the negotiation to come to a conclusion.

He already has a candidate for the empress. From his point of view, the mansions of Duke Tang and Duke Wei are not very good. He prefers the mansion of Xiaoyaohou. Today it is his turn to be the nobleman who is the best.

I don't know what his Meng Guiren is doing at this time?

Meng Xuanyun got up early, Zhao Zheng asked Wang Yongshun to call the imperial physician for him before Zhao Zheng left, although the emperor had checked himself, it would be safer to have Director Sun of the imperial hospital come over.

Director Sun was summoned into the palace in a hurry early in the morning, thinking that the emperor was unwell, but in the end he was taking the pulse of the rosy-faced Lord Meng Xiaohou... The old doctor had been in the palace for many years, and he hadn't seen any scenes before. It's not a big deal, but it's a bit dumbfounding.The little duke is in good health, and there is nothing serious about it. When he asked about the medicine that the little duke took last night, he almost beat his chest and stamped his feet.

Your majesty, this is a rare life-saving medicine, how can you, how can you!

After the old doctor was distressed, he explained some things to pay attention to, and resigned to his fate to continue to make pills for the emperor.

Because of the old doctor's advice, Meng Xuanyun sat in the gazebo to breathe and rest for half a day after eating. Manager Wang brought over a dozen cushions, and ignored the young master's protest, and put them under his body for fear that he would Bored, he brought several scripts from the study and served him some exquisite pastries to relieve his boredom.

When the young master was young in the Xiaoyaohou mansion, he was also beaten up by the old lady Meng for stealing a book of wonderful words. Now he can eat and read, and he is not bored in the gazebo. The book in the study of Funing Palace should be the emperor's private collection. It took two hours for the young master to sit down.

The palace people came and went to serve tea, but the young master asked him to pour an extra cup with embarrassment, and put it in another conspicuous place.Manager Wang mistakenly thought that he had a guest, but after waiting for a long time, the guest never came.

When Zhao Zheng went to the court, he returned to Funing Palace like an arrow, and saw his Meng Guiren sitting cross-legged in the gazebo, with a storybook in one hand and candied fruit in the other, having fun seeing the wonderful things. Drink two cups of tea.

For a moment, he was a little dazed.

"looking at what?"

He didn't know whether he was asking the reader or himself.

"Your Majesty, you are back! Let me tell you, this book..."

Manager Wang took the waiter to leave with a wink, Zhao Zheng walked over slowly, put another empty chair instead of sitting, and insisted on squeezing together with Meng Guiren.

A small mahogany chair couldn't accommodate two people, Meng Xuanyun kindly gave him the chair, and wanted to sit on the other side, but Zhao Zheng put his arms around him and forced him to sit on his lap.

"I hid this book in the study without telling my grandfather. Xuanyun, can you read it with me?"