Raising a Dog is Better than Palace Fight Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Sleeping (3)

    The fake emperor dipped his pen in the ink, his wrist hanging in the air, and paused for a few seconds on the white rice paper before he wrote the first stroke. The thick ink spreads out on the paper, and the five large cursive characters of "Bixiao Palace A Bao" appear on the paper, just like the original work of Emperor Wu of Zhou Dynasty.

　　Putting down the pen and seeing his finished product, the fake emperor let out an invisible breath. He imitated the emperor's handwriting in March, tracing it tens of thousands of times every day. It was so fake that even Concubine Liang and Taishi Shen couldn't tell the difference, let alone Concubine De, who didn't know how to write. This level should have been successfully passed.

　　Thinking of this, he put down his pen and gave Chang Xi a questioning look while Concubine De picked up the rice paper and admired it.

　　Chang Xi nodded slightly, indicating that it was good.

　　They thought their interaction was seamless and seamless, but in fact, Meng Sangyu, who was holding rice paper and admiring it, left a glimmer of his peripheral vision to pay attention to their movements and expressions. Naturally, she did not miss the eye contact between the two.

　　The vague thoughts in his heart became clearer. Meng Sangyu frowned slightly, then carefully looked at the five big characters in his hand, and said nothing for a long time.

　　The hall was surprisingly quiet, and the atmosphere gradually became a little subtle. The fake emperor's heart tightened slightly, and he finally couldn't help but say, "My beloved, do you think I wrote these five words poorly?"

　　Chang Xi quietly raised his head and stared at Concubine De's face with burning eyes.

　　"No, the emperor's writing was so good that I was dumbfounded for a moment!" Meng Sangyu put down the rice paper with an indescribably flattering smile.

　　"Oh? What's the best way to write it? My beloved, please tell me." The fake emperor raised his eyebrows and asked.

　　"I can't say what's good about this, but I just think it's good! Your Majesty, you are so talented!" The smile became more flattering, and the signs of flattery became more explicit. Meng Sangyu perfectly performed the image of a slut with an illiterate and simple mind.

　　The fake emperor smiled happily. Concubine De was indeed as Eunuch Chang Xi said. She had no talent or scheming, but it was women like this who made it easier to get along with her. He couldn't help but feel lucky for himself: If he was really going to die, it wouldn't be a loss to be able to get close to such a lovely person before he died.

　　Thinking of this, he walked up to hold Concubine De's shoulders and took her into his arms, the doting on his face was beyond words.

　　Damn it! This is 100% a fake! Meng Sangyu roared in his heart, but did not show it on his face at all. He broke away from the false emperor's arms very naturally, sat him down on the soft couch, and said sweetly, "Your Majesty, now it is my concubine's turn to show off her talents. Concubine I just learned a tea-making technique a while ago, and I will show it to the emperor today, okay?"

　　Boil water, complete the tea ceremony, taste tea, and then talk about some poems, songs, and life ideals. This set of procedures will take at least an hour, and it should be able to put this person away. Meng Sangyu thought silently and ran to the tea room to select tea leaves.

　　Searching through bottles and jars, she finally selected Junshan Silver Needle, Emperor Zhou Wu's favorite. After thinking about it, she took out another jar of Lingyun Pekoe, twisted a handful into Junshan Silver Needle, and mixed it well.

　　White smoke gradually emitted from the small kettle, and soon there was a boiling sound. Through the mist, I watched Concubine De's face concentrating on making tea. Her calm and pleasant smile and elegant and calm movements attracted the fake emperor's attention again and again. He was originally a secret guard who could not see the light of day. He was doomed to live a lonely life. How had he ever come into contact with any woman? What's more, such a beautiful but pure-minded woman. It would be a lie to say that you are not moved.

　　"Your Majesty, please have tea." Meng Sangyu held a cup of hot tea and handed it to him, interrupting the charming reverie in his heart.

　　The fake emperor quickly put away his confused eyes, took the tea cup and brought it to his mouth to sip. He has also learned the art of tea tasting for three months. Although he is not as good at it as the emperor, he can still tell one, two, and three.

　　"The aroma is refreshing, the soup is orange-yellow, the taste is sweet, and the silver needles stand together at the bottom of the cup. My concubine made a good tea!" He took a sip and praised it, then took two more sips carefully, and put down the tea after three sips. The lamp does not move anymore, but the movements are noble and elegant, which is quite similar to that.

　　Meng Sangyu's eyes flashed slightly, he covered his mouth and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is so complimentary!"

　　Seeing her twinkling eyes and flowery smile, the false emperor moved in his heart. He looked at the already dark sky outside the window and said hoarsely, "It's getting late. My beloved, I should have settled in earlier."

　　"Yes, I will help the emperor bathe and change clothes now." Meng Sangyu was about to stand up, but then he sat down again as if he had thought of something, looking at the fake emperor with a look at him.

　　The fake emperor smiled and said softly, "My dear concubine, just tell me if you have anything to say, no need to worry."

　　"Your Majesty, my concubine's mother recently helped my brother to fall in love with the eldest daughter of Mr. Fu Guangda, the Minister of Etiquette. I want to ask the emperor to grant a marriage to my brother. I am overjoyed. Can the emperor grant it?" Her eyes were full of expectation. It seems.

　　"This..." It concerns the Meng family. He cannot make the decision without permission. The fake emperor looked at Chang Xi without leaving any trace. Chang Xi moved his little finger and he immediately said, "Let me think about it."

　　Emperor Wu of Zhou was decisive in his work, even a little bossy. If he agreed to such small things, he would just agree. If he didn't agree, he would refuse on the spot. He never said "think about it". Meng Sangyu promised, but in his heart he became more certain about some kind of guess. Although this speculation is somewhat sensational and absolutely difficult for ordinary people to imagine, Meng Sangyu, who has lived through two lives, is not an ordinary person. She has seen a lot, so naturally she thinks a lot. Everything is possible, this is a saying she has always believed in.

　　Suppressing her pounding heart, she stood up and ordered Bishui and Nanny Feng to prepare hot water while holding the fake emperor's arm.

　　"Yeah!" Bishui, who was about to retreat, suddenly screamed, causing everyone to look at her.

　　"You damn slave, what's the ghost's name?" Chang Xi scolded immediately.

　　"My servant has behaved inappropriately. Please forgive me, Your Majesty! It's just, it's just..." Bishui hesitated and couldn't explain the reason. He could only stare in horror at the embroidered pier where Concubine De sat.

　　Aunt Feng followed her gaze and immediately cried out in a mournful voice, "Ah, the lady's letter is here!" At this moment, the embroidered pier stained with a few traces of blood was exposed to everyone's eyes.

　　Meng Sangyu immediately blushed, quickly let go of the emperor, and knelt down with a pop, "I have stained the emperor's eyes and ruined the emperor's mood. Please forgive me." After saying this, she bit her red lips and secretly drank water. He glanced at the emperor's expression with his barking eyes. His shy and timid little appearance was indescribably pitiful and cute.

　　The fake emperor felt itchy at the sight of her, and when he glanced at the blood-stained embroidered pier, his heart felt even more filled with love and pity. Hiding a hint of disappointment in his heart, he quickly stretched out his hand to support Concubine De, and said softly, "It's normal for the letter to be unexpectedly due. What's wrong with Concubine? Get up quickly, the ground is cold."

　　"I can't get up!" Meng Sangyu refused to get up. When he saw the fake emperor frowning, he quickly explained timidly, "How can I get up with such a look? I won't get up until the emperor leaves." After saying this, he raised his hand. The embroidered handkerchief inside hastily covered the stained embroidered pier.

　　"Hahahaha..." The fake emperor burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he couldn't help but laugh. This is the first time he has seen such a straightforward and lovely woman, she really makes people like her! Why doesn't the emperor look down on Concubine De? How puzzling!

　　"Well, I'm leaving now. There's no need to see me off, my beloved concubine. Please get up quickly." Seeing Concubine De's brows and pouting with a very firm expression, the fake emperor had no choice but to wave his hands and leave with a smile.

　　When he walked away, Meng Sangyu immediately stood up, and the innocent expression on his face was slowly replaced by solemnity.

　　"Except for Bishui and Nanny Feng, everyone should leave." She ordered in a deep voice, washed herself with the hot water prepared, put on clean clothes, then walked to the Eight Immortals table and sat down, picking up the Zhang Xuanzhi looked at it carefully again, and finally asked Bishui to take out the calligraphy treasures of Emperor Wu of Zhou Dynasty and put them together on the table for comparison.

　　Seeing that their master's face was as dark as water and he didn't say a word, as if he had encountered a huge difficulty, both Bishui and Nanny Feng became a little nervous. At this moment, Yincui came in with a mournful face, holding A Bao in his arms who was moaning and looking extremely weak.

　　"What's going on?" Meng Sangyu immediately pulled out of his mind, took the dying Ah Bao, pointed at the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and asked in shock. It's only been half an hour, why did he vomit blood?

　　"Go back to your Majesty, for some reason, Bao kept shouting after leaving you, as if he was mad. I was afraid that he would disturb you and the emperor, so I took him to the easternmost wing without thinking about him screaming. It got even worse. His throat was bleeding and he refused to stop. I wanted to comfort him and was bitten by him!" Yincui raised her wrist and showed the bloody tooth marks on it.

　　Emperor Wu of Zhou stopped shouting and only made a faint hum from his nose. He grabbed Meng Sangyu's arm with his claws and refused to let go. God knows how frightened and desperate he felt after leaving Sangyu. It was like he was buried alive with thick dust. His heartbeat and breathing stopped. He just wanted to lure Sangyu to rescue him by shouting. Death-like pain.

　　He would never misread the appreciation and excitement in the fake's eyes. If that person took Sang Yu away from him, he would have nothing, not even the hope of living! Sang Yu is the spiritual pillar that supports him all the way, the only bright color in his black and white world, and everything he can have now! He can't lose Sang Yu! Not even death!

　　Warmth suddenly surged up in his eyes, and Emperor Zhou Wu quickly buried his cheek in Meng Sangyu's arms to deeply smell the scent that made him extremely reassuring.

　　"Abao, be good, stop crying, I'm here! I will always be with you, don't be afraid!" Meng Sangyu lifted his chin and saw his eyes full of tears, and felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly said Yincui said, "He has been inseparable from me since he was injured. Once he leaves me, I will fall into the memories of the disaster and be frightened again. You should go to the Tai Hospital to see Dr. Wen."

　　Yincui quickly agreed and left in a hurry. Meng Sangyu no longer thought about comparing the handwriting, and sat on the couch with A Bao in her arms, rubbing and kissing her, and finally coaxed the trembling A Bao out of her arms. Abao whined, hooked her neck with his little paws, and licked her lips with unprecedented eagerness.

　　Over here, the fake emperor and Chang Xi walked out a long way away. Chang Xi suddenly frowned and stopped, saying in a low voice, "Hey~ This is not the time for the Sa family to remember Concubine De's letter due date. It should be at the end of the month! There are other things. It didn’t arrive until seventeen or eighty days!”

　　"Father, did she see something?" The fake emperor's face tightened.

　　"Based on her brain, she shouldn't be able to tell anything. However, it's better to find an imperial doctor to check her insurance." Chang Xi pondered, and sent a young eunuch to the imperial hospital to summon Lin Yizheng, who was often used by concubines. The false emperor returned to Qianqing Palace to fulfill his orders.

- Extracting MTL from raw by Du Xian'er (Poison❀Fairy) -

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