Chapter 90:

Recently, the emperor loved to come to Xihe Palace, but not every night, the sheets were rolled up. Zhuangluo discovered that Cheng Xuan was a very self-made emperor.
When the emperor does not roll the sheets, she will tell her some small things that are not involved in the matter, and sometimes even discuss the various monsters inside. Zhuang Luo delusion, probably the emperor found that talking to her poetry song is a pair of cows playing the piano, talking about some strange talks can arouse her curiosity.
"The mountain of Zhongqu, there is a beast, its shape is like a horse and the white body is black tail, a corner, a tiger's claw, the sound is like a drum sound, its name is a bark, it is a tiger-eating, can be a soldier."
"It’s very rare to grow up," Zhuang Luozhen listened to this paragraph, and some couldn’t help but say, "It looks like a horse, but it has a tiger-like claw. This kind of body structure should not run fast, but Eat the leopard that runs fast?"
"So this is just a legend," Feng listened to the dislike in Zhuangluo's words, and smiled and said: "If there is such a strange thing in the world, I am afraid that any emperor will fight for it, who can resist the war, the gods and beasts, who will dislike?"
"If you say this, if you want to see which country is dissatisfied, you don't have to do anything else. Throwing a fat can only be a drought or a long-distance flooding is not a lot of things." I yawned, "Hey, kid."
The people of the world have awe of the gods, and they are the emperors. In fact, they do not like the people to be too awe of the gods. Unfortunately, this awe has already been printed in the people’s bones. He used these to grasp the people’s hearts and now hears a harem woman. The disdain for the legendary beast is so straightforward, and suddenly there is an indescribable feeling.
Sometimes, how much a person's knowledge has nothing to do with the number of poems in the abdomen, the minister who used it is not exactly what the champion is, but it is extremely capable.
"So this is just a mythical story," Feng said with a smile. There was no time to caress the hair of Zhuangluo, and sighed softly. "If it is so easy to manage the world, it will not be too early, sleep." ""
Zhuang Luozhen heard the sigh of the emperor, some feelings, and sure enough, the emperor, who is ambitious, never believed in myth. However, using the gods to blame, it is not soft at all.
Woke up in the morning, Feng looked at the woman who was cuddling in her arms, and lay down for a while before letting the waiter waiting outside the palace come in to serve. After being put on, look back at the bed. Someone on the bed is confused and wants to open his eyes. One hand still unconsciously stretches out to where he sleeps. Then slowly wake up and open your eyes.
"Was the emperor woke up?" It didn't seem to think that he would sleep so hard, and Zhuangluo sat up quite awkwardly, pulling his chest's hair, "sleeping a little more."
"Don't blame you, I talked to you for a long time last night," Feng said, and asked the court lady to take care of her robe. "Have a good rest. It’s very tired to go to the field tomorrow. The people of Qin Tianjian said, Minger is Sunny weather."
Zhuang Luo walked out of bed, let the palace lady retreat to the side, personally decorated the emperor and the clothes corner. She squatted and hung an inconspicuous sachet for the emperor and looked up at the emperor: "The emperor, This sachet is very suitable for you."
Feng Xiao looked down and saw that it was a dull color sachet, dark red as the bottom, embroidered a soaring golden dragon with gold thread, with dark red group blessing as dark lines, really accompanying the ceremonial robes.
Reaching out to lift Zhuangluo's chin, Feng suddenly suddenly bent down and touched her. He smiled and said: "Love is a scented scented bag, but it is suitable. I like it very much." After that, he turned and walked out of Hee. Harmony.
"Gong Gong to the emperor," Zhuang Luozhen looked at the emperor's back disappeared behind the door, slowly stood up and caressed the lips, coveted and chuckled, "come, bathe for the palace."
Yun Xi carefully helped Zhuang Luo to walk out of the tub, put a brocade on Zhuangluo, carefully pressed the green silk with sesame oil, and saw Zhuang Luo’s absent-minded appearance, could not help but open the door: "The goddess, tomorrow's harem There are Qiangui people in the company, and the slaves think that this young man is not simple."
Zhuangluo closed his eyes and said: "Which is a simple person in the harem, what Qianqian people count, the most terrible thing in this harem is the sacred woman."
When I heard the master say so, Yun Xi immediately thought of the Shugui of Anqing Palace, and couldn’t help but feel awkward. No one in the harem could cross the palace. Although Qian Guiren's appearance is a beautiful crown, but the other is a lot worse than Shu Gui, and the waiter in the harem has always been a sight.
After the rain, it is a good time to transplant. Zhuang Luo was sitting in the carriage and stroking his hair wrapped in a cloth towel. He twisted his body quite uncomfortably.
The extravagant days have been going on for too long. I used to wear silk satin and suddenly changed into a coarse cloth. I really didn't get used to it. I always felt itchy.
When I arrived at the field in the suburbs of Beijing, Zhuang Luo helped the palace lady's hand to get off the bus, and looked around. I saw that the officers and men were full of handles, and they were crowded with people who watched the bustle. But some trees with high heights were hung. Some high-grade soil slopes are also crowded with dense people.
Sure enough, it is a human nature to join in the fun of the past, and Zhuang Luo has fallen to the generous step and walked behind the Queen. It happened that Qian Guiren kept scratching his arms and seemed to be very uncomfortable with the coarse cloth on his body.
There are always some people in this world who eat the things that the people have planted, but they feel that they are clean and dusty, and they look down on those who work in the fields. Unfortunately, they don’t know that they are the same as all the people in the world. Pack waste.
Originally, Zhuangluo felt that although the Qiangui people were clean and dusty, they were at least not women who looked down on the high people but looked down on the people. Now she understands that she is watching her high.
"If Qian Guiren is unwell, he will not have to come out." The Queen looked at the manners of Qian Guiren with a sullen face. All the people standing here now represent the image of the royal family, and the figure of Qian Guiren is for whom to look. ? Is it necessary for the emperor to know that her skin blows can be broken, or does the people in the room feel that the people in the royal family are not suffering, but only the rich and idle people who enjoy it?
When Qian Guiren heard the words of the Queen, his face suddenly changed. He had to ask for his body, and the white neck was exposed to the sun, which seemed a bit pitiful.
"The Emperor and the Palace today are not for you to enjoy. If you have already made a mistake, you will accept this weak style." In the harem, no matter what the harems do, as long as they are not Too much time, the Queen will not easily reprimand, but on this occasion today, as the head of the first house, she is not allowed to be half-pointed.
The emperor standing in front of the emperor did not open his mouth until the beginning, and did not look at the Qiangui people. After the emperor reprimanded, the emperor took up the queen's hand. The two went to the altar before the sacrifice of the heavens and the earth, and sacrificed the wind and rain, begging God. Bless the good weather of the entire Kyushu land.
Zhuangluo and several others were behind the emperor. They were not qualified to go to the altar. They could only lead the people behind, and the people in the mountains and plains collapsed at this time and prayed in heaven.
After the sacrifice was completed, the emperor took the trousers and legs down the field, and took a bundle of seedlings in a model, and inserted the seedlings along the line.
The water in April was still a bit chilly. After the queen went down to the paddy field, Zhuangluo took a chill, and even took the sleeves and carefully inserted the seedlings.
Although Zhuang Luo’s movements were not skillful, they were still quite different. When she slowly inserted her hand, she suddenly heard a cry, and she looked back, and she saw that Qian Guiren was scared. The appearance of the flower is eclipsed, and it has been retreating to the shore. Who knows a cockroach, it falls into the field, and the beautiful beauty has suddenly become a clay figurine. The two great eunuchs saw this situation, and they took the Qiangui people to the field to help them, so as not to let the people see this shame.
"What happened?" Feng Zhuang frowned, adding a touch of impatience in his tone.
"Back to the emperor, it was a grasshopper who bit a grasshopper on his leg," an quickly replied. "There have been doctors who have managed the Qianren."
"Since Qian Guiren is unwell, she will take her to the carriage," Feng said, licking the water in his hand. "Today's sun is big, let her not come out."
How cruel and it is to let a delicate woman bite a grasshopper on her leg. Zhuangluo has some sympathy for Qian Guiren. This has just happened to go down to the field and encounter such a good thing.
After the seedlings were inserted, the emperor went to the field together, and Zhuanglu’s eyes saw a disgusting grasshopper hanging on the emperor’s calf. The emperor’s eyes were on the occasion that everyone had not had time to be nervous. Not slap the legs, and then use the dagger to scrape the rounded grasshopper.
Zhuang Luo's scalp is somewhat numb, and this emperor is really a monk, not only for others, but also for himself.
The eunuchs quickly sent the stools and clear water. At this time, the masters did not wait for them. They washed the muddy water in their legs in the copper basin and went to visit the fields of the people with the emperor.
Because the rain is good, the sunshine is abundant, and the seedlings grow very well. The peasants bundled the seedlings and then picked them into the rice fields where the fertilizers were applied. The movements were much more skilled than those of them.
Looking at the rows of neatly seedlings, Feng said with some emotions, "I hope this year's harvest is better than last year."
"The emperor's benevolence, the world is under your control, the weather is getting better and better, and the lives of the people are getting better and better," the Queen heard. "The people in the world love you too."
"But I want to be innocent," Feng said. She did not react much to the Queen's compliment. She just said something like this. She turned her head and saw that Zhuang Luo was trying to cross the way he and the Queen saw the peasant's transplanting. The corner of his mouth was slightly bent and recovered. Sight to Queens Road, "It’s not early, it’s time to go back to the palace."
Until the emperor went to the palace to return to the palace, no one would mention a noble person, as if this person did not appear in general from beginning to end.
The Qiang's carriage was behind Zhuangluo's frame. When Zhuangluo got into the carriage, he looked back at the carriage of the nobleman. The inside was faintly sobbing. She raised her eyebrows slightly and then went to the carriage as usual.
"The luck of this young man is really good enough. I just encountered such a disgusting thing when I went to the field." Yun Xiyu was in front of Zhuangluo, carefully rubbing the calf for Zhuangluo.
Zhuang Luo smiled. She originally thought that Qian Guiren’s grasping the carriage was a sentimentality. Now I understand it. The Qiangui people have no brains and will not make such untimely things on this occasion unless It’s really itchy.
Even if the Qiangui people couldn't endure the itch, the grasshopper incident in the back was enough for her to stand up. This is something that someone has done on the Qiangui people.
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