Chapter 27: Go to death by yourself

"Don't move!" Yu Wenjie let out a low voice, clutching her collar, his face black and ugly: "Don't you know how to change clothes?"
"Meeting!" Huachun was about to cry: "The minister suddenly felt that he would change clothes, the emperor calmed down!"
He Chang'an couldn't laugh or cry, and pulled the emperor: "Don't get excited, the prime minister must be just a joke. So grandiose, how can there be any reason to change clothes for the courtiers?"
The emperor squinted his eyes. "If you can, you don't need to care about the courtesy of the emperor and ministers when you go out of the palace, but if you are still daunting like a girl, don't blame me for not being affectionate."
The legs were frightened, Hua Chun slid to the back of the partition with her clothes in her arms, quickly tore off the official uniform, and changed into the indigo-colored robe in her hand.
She wore a thinner coat than the emperor's, and the corset was clearly visible when she took off her outer robe. Fortunately, He Changan relieved her. If you take off your clothes in front of the emperor and look at the thing, you still have to ask her what's going on? Is it possible for her to say that her pectoral muscles are a little developed, so suppress it?
What a joke!
However, the ancients wore too many clothes, and the inner clothes could only be so thin. If they were thicker, they would have to die in a hot day.
After changing his clothes, Huachun went out and stood by the emperor obediently.
Yu Wenjie took the cloak to her. All three of them wrapped themselves tightly and put on their hats, and then Duke Qin led the carriage alone and left the palace on the small road.
"Call yourself attention after leaving the palace." Sitting on the carriage, the emperor said: "Call me...Call me the second master, just use the flat name."
"Okay." There is no pressure to switch between Huachun, and she is not used to always calling her respectfully.
He Changan seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at the palace wall outside the small window and asked the emperor: "Are you sure there is no danger?"
The risk index outside the palace is much higher than that inside the palace, and Hua Chun also wants to ask this question. But at any rate, the emperor should not venture out of the palace, how can he be sure of nothing?
As a result, Yuwenjie said: "Save your life at the critical moment."
what? Hua Chun turned his head to look at him blankly, and then at He Changan.
Yes, the emperor is a martial artist, He Changan, don't look at this beautiful flower, just look at the green veins on his hands, he is also a practicing family.
So the question is, does Huajinghua know martial arts?
The answer is no, even if she will, Huachun will not be right now, so the emperor’s words are equivalent to saying--
If there is an accident, go to death by yourself!
She felt a little broken, knowing that she was going to take risks, why did she not martial arts? Is everyone responsible for taking care of the prime minister? Without her, it would be strange not to explode the pot in the court!
He glanced at the emperor hesitantly, Huachun still didn't have the guts to talk to him, so she could only look at He Changan next to him pitifully: "Master Hou, I can't use martial arts."
"You call me Changan." He Changan said: "It doesn't matter, I will try to protect you."
Huachun was so touched, and she didn't want to worry about whether he wanted her to get involved. Based on his words, she decided to treat He Changan as a friend in the future.
The emperor snorted softly, still sitting tightly. Even if he took off his dragon robe and changed into the clothes of ordinary people, Yu Wenjie's domineering spirit was too strong, Huachun looked at him for a few times, wanted to say, did not dare to speak.
He Changan also clearly noticed this problem. He touched his chin and looked at the emperor for a while, and asked her, "Is there any way you can make Erye look less eye-catching?"
"There must be a way." Hua Chun said with a guilty conscience: "But the second master is definitely not willing to try."
His tall, eye-catching face might have to be noticed as soon as he left the palace, and it may become a mobile landmark when he walks down the street. Although I don't know what their purpose is for going out this time, it's definitely not to attract attention.
"You can try any method you have." Yu Wenjie said lightly: "There is no ruler and minister today, I will not account for any offense by you."
That's it! Huachun breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately became fattened: "Then it will be easy to handle. I will get out of the palace and find a rouge shop. I can handle it."
Emperor: "..." Rouge shop?
He Changan raised his eyebrows and looked at her with interest: "Can the prime minister still put on makeup?"
"Natural!" Huachun took it smoothly. After all, in modern professional needs, makeup is necessary every day.
However, she quickly realized that she is now a man, and immediately said: "I usually put on makeup for my mother. Practice makes perfect."
Yu Wenjie looked at her with the same meaning, Huachun didn't bother to look at it, there were only three words in capitals: sissy!
Just be a sissy, just be happy. Huachun pursed her lips, lowered her head and stopped speaking.
The carriage stopped on a secluded street in the capital, and the car was a rouge shop. Hua Chun had the courage to buy a bunch of things.
Unlike modern cosmetics, there are only things like rouge, black powder and rice powder.
But it's almost ready to use. Huachun motioned to Yu Wenjie to sit down, and then began to apply makeup, whitening some of the shadows on his face, and then painting soft eyebrows, applying rouge under the eyes, and shadowing the corners of his mouth. Show up the effect.
With this set of makeup, He Changan was stupid.
It is hard to see that the emperor has put on makeup on his face, but the entire face has changed from facial paralysis to gentle and amiable, sweeping away his hostility, like a young son.
The aura is still there, but this face no longer makes people feel alienated, but makes people want to get close, hand him a handkerchief or something.
"How is it?" Huachun looked at He Changan triumphantly.
The latter complimented her without hesitation: "It's pretty good."
Yuwenjie sternly said: "Mirror."
Huachun quickly presented the mirror affectionately.
Looking at his face, the emperor was obviously displeased, but when he was out, he didn't want to be just a bait, and he really wanted to see the people in the capital, so... so be it.
Seeing that he didn't say much, He Changan said: "Okay, you are ready, get out of the car."
Huachun jumped down happily, looking at the antique street in front of her, looking for the shadow of Nanjing thousands of years later.
Unfortunately, no street is similar.
The three of them walked towards the prosperous section of the road together, with Yu Wenjie in the middle, and she and He Changan as two followers, following behind.
Yanjing was prosperous and people came and went. It seemed that the emperor was not out of the palace for the first time. He even walked to a biscuits shop in the street and bought three biscuits.
Huachun was a little surprised at the emperor's love to eat sesame seed cakes, but Yu Wenjie moved very naturally and handed her one.
He took a bite with gratitude, and Huachun couldn't help sighing: "This is pure natural green food."
"What?" He Changan raised his eyebrows.
"I said the second master was spending money." She changed her words quickly, and she couldn't wait to choke herself to death. Why did she talk so much?
The second master, who had spent three copper plates in front, looked back at her, his eyes full of contempt.
Huachun smiled, biting his scalp and continuing to follow.
"There are so many people in front." He Chang'an raised his eyebrows: "It seems to be lively."
There were several layers of human walls around the door of a shop next to the street, and Yu Wenjie also noticed, and directly led them through the crowd to see the situation.
"It's not the same to drive up food prices. The rice from other places is 60 wen per catty. Why do you sell one hundred wen?"
"Yes, why?"
This is a rice shop. Huachun managed to squeeze to the front with Yu Wenjie’s spacious and solid body. When he looked up, he saw the sign on the rice jar with the words "One hundred wen per catty, no bullying". .
"Why?" The shopkeeper stood at the door of the shop, and looked at the person in front of him with a cold snorted: "If you can't afford it, you can not buy it. The price is the business of our merchants. Why are you making noise here? ?"
It seems that the government of this dynasty has not enforced price control. Huachun blinked. If you want to monopolize your business, wouldn't it be easy to make huge profits?
An elderly person next to him came out with a basket carrying a basket and said, "You are the rice and grain store nearby, how can we not make trouble? The family is almost out of the way, and you are still raising the price to kill the people!"
"Yes, yes!" The people in the crowd agreed.
Yu Wenjie frowned and took them away from the crowd after watching for a while.
"Second Lord." He Changan looked at his expression and guessed what he was thinking, and said bluntly: "The court has always suppressed business, and it has been repeatedly forbidden. These businessmen are all cunning and not so easy to control."
"I know." Yu Wenjie frowned.
But these businessmen are acting nonsense, and the people who are suffering are not?
Huachun thought for a while, and said carefully: "The government can actually control prices."
Yu Wenjie was taken aback for a moment, then stopped and looked back at him: "Do you have a way?"
"As long as a price bureau is set up to set a price range for all commodities on the market, there is a maximum price limit and a minimum price limit, so that merchants will not be able to drive down prices by vicious competition or monopolistic operations to drive up prices. ?"
Modern people all know this is a way to curb inflation, but the ancients didn't understand it very well, as smart as Yu Wenjie, he would not understand for a while, frowning at her.
"Second master, don't worry, when I go back, I will prepare a booklet and show it to you." Huachun said: "Guaranteed for details, but it may be difficult to set up."
Reforming such things requires long-term struggle.
Pursing his lips, the emperor nodded in response, and continued to move forward, but he was still thinking about what Hua Jinghua meant.
He Changan placed his hand on Huachun's shoulder in admiration: "Jinghua is really as rumored, and Wang Zuo is talented!"
"Thanks to the award." Huachun said: "Some small ideas are just not mature, and they have to be implemented by the second master."
Being humble and polite, not taking credit, He Chang'an has another layer of affection for the person in front of him.
You have to find a chance to bow down, or you will be taken away by others, and you will suffer a lot?