I Rely On Beauty To Stabilize The Country - Chapter 117

In the large inner palace, the palace ladies who came and went with joy on their faces, step by step carried hot water and towels into the hall. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: www.mtlnovel.com

Ming Huanglong (bed chuang) stretched out a white hand, and the little **** waiting by the side watched with horror as the **** was about to go down to the ground with his bare feet. The chief **** Tian Fusheng was warming his majesty’s shoes outside. Stop it, the sage who has recovered from a serious illness is really about to step on the ground barefoot!

Before the little **** had time to think about it, a Ji Ling rushed over to the bed and lay on the ground. The feet of the most noble man in the world stepped on the little eunuch’s back in time.

The little **** was full of sweat, trying to relax his back muscles, fearing that he would be uncomfortable when he was stretched, and he complained that his clothes were too rough, for fear of scratching his feet.

The saint laughed and cursed with a smile: “Go away.”

The little **** didn’t dare not listen to him, but he didn’t dare to let him go to the ground like this, saying boldly: “Don’t go to the holy, the ground is cold, there will be cold air from the soles of the feet into the dragon body.”

As soon as Tian Fusheng came in, he heard the words of the little eunuch. He hurriedly stepped forward to kneel on the ground, holding the dragon boots in his hand, and cried pretendingly: “Holy Lord, here is the little one to serve you down. Put your feet down, this little heart is about to jump out of his throat.”

Gu Yuanbai laughed blankly: “I think you can jump seventeen or eight times a day.”

Tian Fusheng smiled, carefully supporting Gu Yuanbai’s feet, carefully putting on his shoes and socks.

Gu Yuanbai sniffed the incense and medicine that filled the room, and couldn’t help sighing.

He is not a serious emperor, but a promising young man of the 21st century. The moment he walked through the clouds while playing skydiving, he woke up on this body when he opened his eyes. .

This dynasty is called Daheng. It is not in memory. It should be overhead. The production level has reached the level of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Gu Yuanbai’s (body shen) body is really a delicate body raised by the power of the whole country, even if it is too sick and weak, the emperor doesn’t have much strength.

When Gu Yuanbai came, the eunuch’s dictatorship had already begun to emerge. You must know that the emergence of the eunuch’s dictatorship often means that a dynasty has reached the middle and late stages. The power ministers and local power swelled, and the eunuchs also wanted to (fuck cao) in the military and government. Gu Yuanbai dragged this sick body and dormant for three years. In one fell swoop, the power ministers and eunuchs were collectively pulled down and the previous dynasty was cleaned. And the inner court, temporarily balanced the three forces, restored the emperor’s authority to its prime.

Just as he was preparing to rush (gan gan), his body did not stand up, and at the end of winter, there was a vigorous wind chill.

During the few days when he was seriously ill, Gu Yuanbai accidentally heard one or two very familiar names, and then finally remembered that he didn’t travel to an overhead world, he was wearing a book.

The little emperor in the book will die if he survives only a few years, giving way to the famous regent and the hero in the book. The protagonist in the book is a competent minister and will assist the regent to leave a good name.

Gu Yuanbai is a straight man, Tie Zhi, knowing that this book was adapted into a socialist brotherhood palace political battle network drama.

After knowing that he wouldn’t live for a few years, Gu Yuanbai became a Buddha. His previous ambitions were all thrown aside, and there was no smell of sauced duck.

This throne is destined to not belong to him. No matter how much he does now, he will let the future emperor miss it.

During this illness, Gu Yuanbai thought a lot, and finally decided to go with the flow. He took care of himself over the past few years, enjoyed the last period of the throne in his life, played soy sauce by the way, and watched the society of the two heroes in the book. Brotherhood.

Gu Yuanbai has never seen such a socialist brotherhood.

“Holy Master, all right.” Tian Fusheng put down Gu Yuanbai’s feet, gently for fear of hurting the Holy Master.

Gu Yuanbai finally stood on the ground, and the maid came to dress Gu Yuanbai (geng) with the incense-smelling uniform.

Before the clothes were changed, an **** came to announce: “Holy, the Prince and the Prince and his son are waiting outside the hall.”

“Let them in.” Gu Yuanbai said.

The **** led the three in. The three saluted Gu Yuanbai. Gu Yuanbai replied lightly, “Get up.”

The son of Hubu Shangshu has not yet established a crown, he is at the age of fearlessness. He was told by his father more than ten or twenty times in the morning, and he must not look directly at Shengyan, but he has to do what he is not allowed to do. , Now standing behind the Prince He and Daddy, with the concealment in the corner, secretly raised his eyes.

The Lord of the World, as Gu Yuanbai said, is the most delicate person raised by the power of the country.

When the little son raised his eyes, he saw the maid carefully smooth the blue silk of the saint behind him. The saint healed only today. In order to celebrate, he wore a red robe with a thin red jade face.

The little son choked his breath, his heart pounding, and quickly lowered his head in a panic, never daring to look up again.

“This is the eldest son of Tang Da Ren’s family?”

Mr. Tang was flattered in Gu Yuanbai’s tone, and bowed: “Sheng, I told the minister last time that there are few young people in the palace. The dogs are mediocre and inherently stupid, but they win when they are young, and they make a lot of noise on weekdays. If the sage doesn’t dislike him, the minister will let him enter the palace to accompany the sage, so as to relieve the sage.”

Gu Yuanbai wanted to sigh again.

He had just done a major event a few days ago. The suggestion was to make these ministers send their children to the palace, not only to use them as a rope to contain the ministers, but also to show favor, so as to beat and spoil the literati bureaucracy. , Third, I want to see if there are any talents, so as to cultivate loyalty as soon as possible.

But now, he has no such heart.

“Come here, let me take a good look,” Gu Yuanbai beckoned to the little son, “Master Tang, don’t be self-humble. You have a good reputation for teaching, and I have also heard of it.”

The little son held his breath and walked to the front of Sheng, and Mr. Tang’s back was also slightly wet. Since the sage purged Ouchi in one fell swoop, he has always been very nervous when facing the sage. The majesty of the sage in the dynasty has become more and more intense, and he is worried that his son will lose his honor.

Fortunately, Sheng Shang should be in a good mood today, and the questions he asked were also very harmonious. The little son answered one by one, and the stuttering from the beginning was gradually relaxed.

Gu Yuanbai was about to pick up the cup and take a sip of tea, but his hand suddenly shook weakly, and the cup fell to the ground with a piercing sound. Gu Yuanbai looked at the debris on the ground, only to feel a burst of anger, his throat itchy, and he started to cough.

The little son was taken aback, and looked towards the sage subconsciously. The sacred’s white fingers (touching Mo) were touching his (chest xiong) mouth, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his pale (colored) lips were now covered. Coughing like rouge.

The saint has a good appearance with boundless spring breeze and boundless autumn moon, just like a rare celadon that is unparalleled in the world, it is luxurious that people dare not even get close to it.

“Holy Master,” the little boy boldly stretched out his hand to support Gu Yuanbai, and said worriedly, “Are you okay?”

The broken teacup has been cleaned up, Gu Yuanbai stopped his cough, and then smiled, “Good boy, I’m fine.”

The prince who had not spoken since entering the temple sneered and said coldly: “The Holy Lord must take good care of the dragon body. When Father Emperor passed the world down to the Holy Supreme, the Holy Lord was not as weak as it is now.”

Gu Yuanbai sighed, “I told the prince.”

Gu Yuanbai quickly adjusted his mood. He got up and walked outside the temple, looking up at the weather, “Today’s weather is really good.”

“Sheng Shang (body shen) is getting better, and the sky is clearing up,” Hubu Shangshu followed closely. “On the days when Sheng Shang was ill, the people in the city were also frowning, praying for the Holy Spirit at home every day. The Holy Lord rules the world by virtue, and the hearts of the people in the world are obedient. God also cherishes the Holy One.”

The sage laughed, and Hubu Shangshu saw this, and continued his efforts: “It should be sunny these two days, and the spring rain is as expensive as oil. There was a drizzle a few days ago, and the grass and wildflowers in the suburbs are also in full bloom. Dogzi said that they all There will be another Cuju game tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Gu Yuanbai was interested, “Cuju game?”

Today’s sage likes Cuju, which is something everyone in the world knows. The little boy blushed, and said, “Tomorrow is the Cuju competition scheduled by the students in the college. There are four student teams in total, and it lasts an hour and a half.”

Gu Yuanbai said: “Sure enough, I have some interest. When and where will your school’s Cuju competition be held tomorrow? I will also join in the fun.”

The little son responded with a trembling voice: “Yes, yes.”

Tian Fusheng saw the exhaustion between Sheng Shang’s eyebrows and his eyes sharply. He hurried forward to invite the Hubu Shangshu and his son, and stood by the prince as a wooden log. At this time, his face (color) was green and cruel. Gu Yuanbai glared at him and left with his sleeves.

Gu Yuanbai looked at his ugly look (color), laughed for a while, and stopped laughing until (xiong)’s mouth became stuffy, and said vigorously: “Tian Fusheng, go, follow me for a stroll around Yuhuayuan .”

“Yes.”

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The father and son Tang went out of the palace and hurriedly branched off. One went to the Shangshu of the Ministry of War to prepare for tomorrow’s sage to go out to watch the Cuju game, and the other hurried back to the school to talk to the head teacher about the sage’s visit.

Sure enough, the turbulent waves were turned up in Guozixue, and the teacher stood up immediately, “Holy Lord?”

The teaching assistant and Zhijiang took a breath of air-conditioning and supported each other, looking eagerly at Tang Mian, the son of the Hube Shangshu, where there is still the stern restraint of the day.

Tang Mian was equally excited, “The Holy Master said that he would come to see the Cuju game of our school.”

The head teacher is the fifth grade, and he has only seen Sheng Yan from a distance. Hearing the news at this time, a sense of joy suddenly appeared in the (胸xiong) cavity, and he walked around the house with a spring breeze, haha ​​from time to time. Laugh, excitement as drunk.

The teaching assistants and Zhijiang have never seen Shengyan. One of them, Zhong Zhijiang, is over 50 years old. He couldn’t help but shed tears in two lines and murmured to the people around him: “I didn’t expect that I could have a holy face.”

The assistant teacher reluctantly (qiang) calmly: “Master, the four Cuju teams in our school are randomly recruited, and their skills are good or bad. If they play in this way, they will definitely ruin the holy spirit.”

The palm teacher’s footsteps stopped violently, and he couldn’t help nodding: “Yes, right, then hurry up today to pack up the four teams who are good at kicking. Hahaha, those boys, I am afraid that they heard that the holy is coming, they all rushed forward. Up.”

The head teacher remembered something, and then turned to ask Tang Mian, “Does the sage say that it is a private visit or a big fanfare?”

Tang Mian Nene: “The Holy Master did not say, but my father has already gone to the Ministry of War Shangshu.”

The instructor thought for a while, stroked his beard and nodded, and stopped talking to Tang Mian, saying, “Tomorrow you must be on the court, take a good rest today, and win glory for our students tomorrow.”

Tang Mian said firmly: “Student Union!”

He only needs to think that the sage of tomorrow will come to see him play Cuju, and he already feels full of energy, and he can’t wait for tomorrow to be tomorrow, so that the sage knows how powerful he is.

Tian Fusheng had never seen the angry face of the saint, and he trembled in his heart, knowing that he was in trouble.

“Tian Fusheng,” the saint’s voice was distorted when it reached the inner hall, “what kind of lewd image I am in your heart…!”