Chapter 87: Extra (2)

Kunning Palace is in the temple, Meng Sangzhen in the arms of Zhou Wudi, holding a small scissors in his hand, trimming a pine potted plant. She looked around and cut a bunch of extra tree shrews and placed them in the palm of Zhou Wudi's spread. The bamboo basket loaded with is at hand, but she is very lazy, and she refuses to stretch out an inch.
Zhou Wudi slanted behind her, leisurely reading a collection of poems, and when the palm was full, he threw it into the bamboo basket, and it was not too annoying.
"What about children?" Meng Sang sipped a cup of tea and sent the cup to the man's mouth, asking him after a shallow drink. The name of the deaf child is the only nephew of Emperor Zhou, the emperor of Meng, who is three years old this year.
"I went to the Imperial Garden with the two treasures." The man flashed in the light, so he said casually.
"Yeah." Meng Sangyu nodded with relief, Lala man's sleeves, and the words were distressed. "I always feel that this pine is still a little bit of a charm, but I can't see where it is bad. What do you think?"
Zhou Wudi put down the poetry collection and turned the potted plants several times before and after, pointing to a branch. "This cluster is superfluous. After cutting it, you can show the beauty of the pine."
"No, if you cut it, don't you seem to be very empty here?" Meng Sangqi used scissors to make a few strokes, and he refused to start.
Emperor Zhou Wu did not speak, directly took her scissors and cut the cluster of branches, and then turned the pot to display.
"It's really ah!" Meng Sang was slightly annoyed, his eyebrows were erected, and he saw a smile after he saw the finished product.
"Don't believe me! The penalty!" Zhou Wudi grabbed her slender waist and took a bite on her tender cheek. Meng Sang 榆 嗔 横 横 横 横 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
They all said that the empresses were very emotional, comparable to the civil and loving couples, and met the true talents. The rumors were not as shocking as the reality.
Feng Wei and other old people have long been eccentric, and calmly removed the potted plants, so that they could not be bothered. At this moment, a soft and soft "father and mother" sounded at the door, making Zhou Wudi, who was full of spring breeze, suddenly froze.
He looked back and saw that his son had crossed the threshold with difficulty, and he ran over.
"古邵泽! You are not saying that you are running around? How come you got the ink back? Are you forcing him to read and write? How many times have I said that he is still young and should be good for him? It’s fun! Reading and writing until the age of six is ​​not too late!
Seeing his son’s ink-covered hands and the face of a little cat, Meng Sang immediately stayed in bed and pulled his son into his arms for a good look.
"How old is the five-year-old (virtual age)? I can recite four books and five classics at the age of five!" Seeing that the daughter-in-law had immediately left her son, Zhou Wudi complained and glared at his son.
When the ancient scorpion was full of Zhou Wudi's childhood, a buns face and round big eyes looked very cute. After he looked at his father and looked at his mother, he pulled forward the mother's clothes and said, "When you are a mother, don't blame the father, I want to read and write."
"I am so embarrassed!" Meng Sangyu, who was looking at his son, immediately changed his face to smile.
"The father said, the children can read and write quickly to grow up. When the children grow up, they will marry the daughter-in-law and let the wife help the mother to manage the palace. After the mother, she will be able to play with her every day!" Blinking, looking forward.
Meng Sang-soo’s smile solidified and his expression was fascinating. Son, you are fooled by you, don’t know! Why are you so cute?
"A fool! I want to play with you now, play with you, you are still small, even the brush is not stable, don't listen to your father. Look at your clothes, the mother can not remember what color it is!" Lala’s son’s black sleeves were disgusted.
The ancient eyes are sparkling, nodding their heads, and the small appearance is cute. Meng Sangqi did not think that his son was dirty, and he kissed his face on his little flower.
Zhou Wudi has a sour taste all over his body. He said that he is a future prince, and he has a heavy responsibility. It is only good for him to have good for him. It is only because of your indulgence that he will harm him. You should understand this truth."
Meng Sangzhen did not care, and took a sip on his son's face as a demonstration. The three-year-old child was killed when she was young. She always felt that she couldn’t bear it. She only had four years to play with her son, and she couldn’t delay anything.
Zhou Wudi’s sour taste was more intense, and he took a look at his son. The ancient 寰峥 寰峥 偎 偎 母 母 母 母 母 母 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Look for the emperor's grandmother. Doesn't the mother say that the cloth can be filled out and we can go out of the palace? The children are all filled out, and the mother looks at it."
The little buns offered a piece of bright yellow crepe from the arms, and opened it to see the blank sacred collection that Meng Sangzhen had collected. It was covered with twisted and twisted ink, and it was faintly able to see that "the beginning of man, the nature is good" Waiting for the words, there are still a few small black handprints on the side.
Meng Sangzhen took the gaze and looked at it, his hands kept shaking. Although this piece of hot potato is also going to be dealt with, but I can take it out for a small request, such as taking my son to go home for a few days, going to Qianfo Mountain to accompany the Queen Mother for a few months, etc., but it is not like Now, if you don’t get it, you will be sacrificed. The sacred decree "Three Character Classics"? This gap is too big! She accepts not.
Emperor Zhou Wu was a glimpse first, then he laughed and hugged his son into his arms.
Meng Sang-yu finally returned to the man in the laughter of the man, and said to the black eyes of his son, he twitched his mouth, "I can really do it! Mother is too happy..."
Zhou Wudi was a slap in the face, sang in the facial nerve disorder, and attached to her ear to comfort, "Don't worry, I will solve this election, will not let you and your nephew be wronged. I only It hurts you, there is no other goddess!" Kissed on the face of his beloved wife, when he was coveted, his eyes were cold. I even provoked my son, some people are tired!
The election will soon arrive, this time Zhou Wudi deliberately took a day to personally preside over the palace. The girls are not happy when they hear the news. The emperor is not only extraordinary in ability, but also looks very beautiful. In his early thirties, it is the man's most prosperous years, and he is extremely dedicated to the Queen. He is a rare good man.
Therefore, the number of expensive women in this draft is far more than in the past, and the list sent to Kunning Palace is thick and thick, and the ring fat is thin and thin. Everything is fine, even if it is calm, such as Meng Sang, it will not raise a sense of crisis.
Walking into the Chuxiu Palace with Zhou Wudi, she seems to have a relaxed expression, but in fact her eyes are covered with a haze. Four squats, the sages who have not crossed the palace for a long time went straight to the corner and were afraid of being noticed by the two.
Emperor Zhou Wu and Sang Yu were seated in the main position, and they waved their sleeves and succinctly opened. "Get started."
The outside the hall shouted loudly, and the five women who showed Nana's cross-entry squatting, squatting down, then the powder neck slightly lifted, a look of shyness. The five people are all of a young age, and the temperament looks good. Zhou Wudi just coveted tea, and did not cast a look at the seat.
The first showgirl stood up, and Meng Sangyu and Siyi asked questions about their life experience symbolically, and then let her perform talents. The sound of the pleasant sound of the piano sounded in the hall, the girl was fully engaged, and the white face was full of halo, which was quite attractive.
Zhou Wudi blinked and listened. It seemed to be intoxicated. The girl stole his expression and smiled.
The family is famous, looks good, and is high. Everyone thinks that the girl will stay in the game for ten to ten. Even she herself is so sure, but she does not want the piano sound to fall, and the emperor will have no mercy. "
The girl was stunned, and for a long while she retreated to the side, with an unbelievable expression on her face, and tears in her eyes. The next four beautiful women also had a lot of talented people, and they were all branded by the emperor.
The first group was quickly selected, the second group came in, and the appearance was even worse, but it was also rejected. Then there was the fourth group of the third group. Until then, the emperor didn’t even lift his eyes, and even swung his sleeves, "Hey!"
After half an hour passed, Chang Gui was attached to the whisper of the emperor's ear. The emperor's thick eyebrows wrinkled and grabbed the shoulders of the mulberry. "I have government affairs to deal with, and the rest of the women solve it yourself, eh?"
Meng Sangyu has already been stunned by the man's actions, and his heart is shocked and moved, and there is even more inexplicable heat in his heart. She held the man's big hand hard and her mouth was open and closed, I don't know what to say.
"Is it happy to say nothing? I have to treat me at night, I know!" The man whispered, eager to contain her soft lips, but it had to be held back because of the scene.
Meng Sang's ear tip was reddish, and he gave him a smug look. Zhai Ya'an, who was sitting at the two hands, listened to this conversation for eight to nine points, and it was inevitable that the two people would be shocked. Three years have passed, and the emperor’s love for the Queen’s Empress has not diminished. It’s a miracle.
I heard that the emperor was gone, and the remaining showgirls not only did not disappoint, but sighed with relief. But they were obviously too happy, the Queen Empress inherited the Emperor's career, lazy to fall on the back of the chair, and even waved the sleeves, and spit out one word after another from the red lips.
Yan Ya'an seems to have fun from it, a bad smile, and keep up with the rhythm of the Queen. There are already enough women in the palace, and another batch will definitely lower her standard of living. The rest of the three donkeys are not idiots. They use their handkerchiefs to cover the smiles of their schadenfreudes, and they will throw the signs of the girls who are not pleasing to the eye without any scruples.
This is the most tragic draft in the history of the week. The girls mourn when they go back, and the tears that fell are drenching Shenwumen and East Street. But even so, the ministers are helpless, the emperor's eyes are full of heaven, they do not dare to disobey, and the emperor did not choose their own daughter, they can not ask the emperor's own daughter what is wrong? In this case, it is shameful to think about it alone.
Since the beginning of this year, the number of women in each show has been decreasing, and no one has been selected. As the princes needed to get married in adulthood, the situation improved slightly.