Chapter 150: Paid auxiliary 6,000 diamonds plus more

"Don't know?" The emperor frowned.
"No...actually it's like this..." Qian smiled, Huachun tried to stand up, but found that her feet were numb, and she felt like a needle stick.
"My concubine is playing in the palace, and I don't know what happened. I came here in a blink of an eye."
Yu Wenjie pursed her lips, reached out her hand to fish her out, and threw it on the soft couch next to her: "Do you think this reason can convince me?"
Huachun shrank straight back and whispered, "What if you are stupid."
"Ok?"
"No, concubine means that you are not stupid, you must know that concubine was not on purpose." Huachun grinned and smiled into a sunflower, showing sincerity.
After looking at her twice, the emperor said, "I am going to Yongfu Hall tonight."
"Concubine heard."
"What do you want to tell me?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of deep meaning.
Huachun bowed her head and squeezed out four words for a long time: "Take care of your dragon body."
Yu Wenjie: "..."
Forget it, what nice things can you expect from her? Even if this person is now a daughter, his temperament like a man hasn't changed much, so how can he make his face act like a baby?
Shaking his head, the emperor said: "You can go back by yourself after you have rested. I will leave first."
"Oh." Nodded, Huachun watched him walk out step by step, thinking about it, or talking before he stepped out of the inner hall: "Concubine has another question."
After a pause, the emperor looked back at her.
"The emperor thinks which one of Huo Bi and Shu Fei dances better?"
As soon as his eyes lit up, they were put out by this sentence, and Yu Wenjie's face was a bit ugly: "I didn't pay attention."
What? Huachun tilted his head and looked at him: "Every time people dance, what are you looking at?"
"Zhezi."
……It seems to be watching Zhezi, but this is too weird. I like to make people dance, but I always don't watch it. How could she analyze the thoughts in his heart like this? Do you like watching dancing or not?
"Send the emperor respectfully." Huachun still confessed her fate without thinking of the result.
Yu Wenjie waved his sleeves and left without looking back. When he went out, he glanced at Huo Zi.
Huo Zichong was taken aback for a moment, and immediately knelt down: "Know your fault for your humble job."
The emperor continued to go out without saying a word and set up the Yongfu Hall.
Huachun stayed for a while, walked to the Hall of Yangxin, and didn't pay attention when she came out. She collided with a few low-ranking court ladies and bowed to each other. Huachun didn't care.
In the evening, all the palaces and courtyards began to say that Huo Bimei had done a good job, and Shengsheng snatched the emperor from Concubine Shu and Hua Bi.
"I've seen her Mei Gong." Hua Chun said while gnawing on the apple: "But did the emperor go because of her Mei Gong? I'll say otherwise."
Qing frowned: "Many people satirize you behind your back. They used to be so spoiled, but now they are sent to the Zichen Palace, and the emperor has not come to us."
"They love to laugh and make them laugh." Huachun shrugged: "I have a lot of meat."
"But..." Qing Frowning said, "If there is no favor in the palace, all aspects of the salary index will plummet."
For example, the current lunch and dinner, which is as exquisite as before, is that according to the rules of the concubine, a piece of meat is not given. Winter is coming soon, and the quilts, clothing and charcoal fires in the palace are also a problem.
"A harem woman really has no dignity." Huachun sighed: "A man must give everything."
Qing Niao was silent, this is a rule of the dynasty, no one can break it.
"Why don't we try to be self-reliant?" Looking up at her, Hua Chun said: "Even if I can't turn my head alone, wouldn't you still be there? The heroines in Traverse novels generally do what they make?"
After thinking for a while, Qing said: "Some people design hairstyles, clothes and jewelry, some make cosmetics, and some make sanitary napkins."
Hairstyles, jewelry, etc., are not feasible. After all, people have ancient unique aesthetics in ancient times. She thinks ugly they look good, and she thinks good-looking they feel ugly. This road is estimated to be unworkable. There is no need to think about cosmetics. After all, it’s not the profession and I don’t have the relevant knowledge. I will disfigure others later, and get into trouble. As for sanitary napkins and underwear, the materials here are not enough, and they can't be made as good products.
After thinking for a while, she said discouragedly: "I found out that I can only do political affairs. Women's affairs are not suitable for me."
Qing Niao nodded: "You will not go anywhere except the library for four years in university. You can't even put on makeup. It is really impossible for you to do those things. Since your major is politics and law, you might as well be paid to assist you. "
Paid auxiliary government?
A light bulb lit up on his head, Huachun sat up happily: "This can be there!"
When you find the emperor when you have time, you can talk to him about the conditions. Grace can be dispensed with, and the bill will be charged according to the actual amount. If the plan is made, she can also count the money, so that even if the winter supplies are insufficient, she can buy it herself.
Just do it, Huachun immediately wrote the price list.
As the night fell, the emperor left the Yongfu Hall silently. As soon as he stepped into the Hall of Nurturing Heart, he heard a green voice inside: "Master, are you a little too dark?"
"Where is it dark?" Huachun akimbo his hips: "He is the emperor, so rich, still lack this?"
"But..." Qing Yu pointed to what she had written embarrassedly: "One book is one or two silver, the large-scale plan is 20 taels, the small plan is 10 taels, the price for special issues is discussed separately, and the servant is afraid that the emperor will be angry when he sees this."
"What's so angry about him?" Huachun curled his lips: "Take what you need, I can't live a lifetime pointing to his vacillating heart, right?"
Duke Qin, who was standing behind the emperor, took a breath after hearing this, his face turned pale, and he quickly looked at his majesty.
Yu Wenjie has always been the most taboo person to say bad things about him behind his back. Hearing this, would he not break the door and get angry?
However, unlike the scene he imagined, the emperor raised his eyebrows, retracted his hand that wanted to push the door, and simply leaned against the door frame, listening to them continue.
Duke Qin was a little nervous, looked at the direction of the door for a few times, and wanted to give a reminder to the flower girl inside, but he was afraid of annoying the emperor, so he could only lightly stomped his feet anxiously.
Obviously, this kind of stomping little movement cannot be conveyed to Huachun. Looking at the price list, Huachun only felt sad, and couldn't help but toss his sleeves and sang: "Little cabbage-the ground Huang-two or three years old-no mother -"
Qing Qi shuddered, he straightened her up, and said, "You are not that miserable yet, at least you have food and housing, and you can see the emperor from time to time, which is much better than others."
"Is there air conditioning in ancient times?"
"……No."
"Is there a TV?"
"……nor."
"Then my old lady crossed over to stay alive!" Huachun couldn't help snarling to the sky: "If the emperor is not so good-looking and good-natured, why should I hang on his tree, it's better to remarry sooner!" "
Duke Qin was already gray, and he didn't dare to lift his head, but he didn't know why, he seemed to hear someone laugh.
Looking down and looking around behind him, he scratched his head, thinking that he must have been hearing hallucinations.
When she had enough howling, Yu Wenjie stood up straight, and finally pushed the door open.
The two people in the room were startled. When he saw him come in, Huachun's first reaction was to pounce on the bed and pretend to sleep.
"The emperor... the emperor." Qing chuckled dryly and quickly saluted.
Yu Wenjie pretended not to know anything, and asked: "Is your mother asleep?"
"Yes." Qing Qi said: "It's already so late."
"Well, then you can go down."
"...Yes." Looking worriedly at the person on the bed, Qing Qi walked out carefully.
Huachun’s heart "dongdongdongdong" danced like a drum, and wanted to ask him if he went to Yongfu Hall? Why would you come to her again, and it's midnight again?
Do you think this feeling of stealing fishy is very exciting?
However, without waiting for her to think about it, the warm breath and shadows covered her face.
what's the situation? She can feel that Yu Wenjie's face is not far from her face, but why keep this distance? Do you observe her pores? Either you kiss, or you lie down and sleep, okay?
"Huachun."
Damn, call her name? Huachun held back and did not move, his tone of ridicule was too strong! Do you think this can pierce her? too young!