The sage enthroned the King of Wu as the Regent, and the minister dared to interfere with him, which was really unwise.
The way of heaven in the afternoon was just right, and the sun shone in through the window frame, and the fine bundles were cast out on the golden brick floor with the shadow of auspicious clouds and auspicious grass on the pane.
This weather is the most suitable for afternoon nap. Yao Ji thought casually, the gentle voice of the young man echoed slowly in his ears, adding a little more tranquility, but the content of the words was quite uneasy.
The King of Wu had long been regent, and now he has the reputation of being regent again, which will inevitably further encourage his arrogance.The saint is already fourteen. At most, in another year, I will ask the saint to take charge of the sage. What if the King of Wu does not want to return to power?Eagles with a raised appetite will not go back to eat small fish and shrimps.
When the man said this, he saw that the emperor was a little absent-minded and slightly raised his head: Saint?
Yao Ji raised her eyes: Sir, I understand all these principles, but...
But if she didn't follow Xiao Yu's wishes and appointed him as the regent, she would probably not even be the emperor.But this reason cannot be told to anyone, even the teacher who is quite respected by her.
Cui Jun, a man who is only twenty-eight years old, has become the first-class prince tutor. This position is probably the highest peak emperor teacher that all scholars in the world who teach and educate people can long for.
Cui Jun was born into a first-class family in Yanping, Yanping, and read the scriptures at the age of three, distinguished history at the age of five, and became a top famous scholar in the country at the age of twenty-three.
He was an absolute genius, so when selecting a master for the young emperor, the King of Wu and the Aristocratic families compromised through many tug-of-war, and Cui Jun was selected gloriously.
At that time, Cui Jun was only twenty-four, and Yao Ji was only ten years old.
She didn't feel much disgusted with this master from a noble family. Although Ning Zong repeatedly warned her to restrain the noble family when she was alive, Cui Jun was a straight man and was not a slutty person.
Later, as the master and apprentice became more and more familiar, Cui Jun carefully taught Yao Ji, and Yao Ji also respected him quite well.
She knew that Cui Jun's position as the prince and tutor actually represented the aristocratic family trying to influence her, but Yao Ji was not a truly ignorant child. Whether it was aristocratic family or a noble family, she would only follow her own pace.
However, Cui Jun is really heartfelt to persuade her. She thought for a while: Mr., he must be wondering why I still want to be the King of Wu as the Regent, even though I know this, Cui Jun nodded slightly, and saw the young emperor showing a shy smile. Uncle Qi hugged me when he was a child... I know Uncle Qi has always been a bit domineering and perverted, but now the elders of the royal family are gradually withering. Aunt Anyang died a few years ago, and now the fourth uncle fell ill in bed again. There are only a few close relatives around me...
Speaking of this, she lowered her head in disappointment, and saw Cui Jun sighing from the corner of her eyes: The saint is kind-hearted, and I believe the King of Wu will understand this painstaking effort.
It was done, Yao Ji thought, no matter what, there must be a suitable reason for the aristocratic family, so she would just use the little emperor to care about family affection.
The saint is still too soft-hearted... After hearing someone retelling the words from Cui Jun, Zhang Jing'an sighed.
Chao Qian sat down at his head and sneered: The Xiao family is very kind and ruthless towards the same surname as Xiao.
You are wrong. Zhang Jingan waved his hand. Not to mention the change of Gengchen back then, tsk... The saint was too young, and he came to a conclusion. It’s a pity that he wanted to be a virtuous nephew, but for the change of Gengchen, our King of Wu would not be Uncle Ci.It’s better if the King of Wu becomes the Regent, Zhang Jing’an said, the more power he gets, the greater the conflict between his uncle and nephew will be.
For us, this is an opportunity. Chao Qian agrees. As long as the saint and the King of Wu become disinterested, they will turn to us. After all, who else can he rely on besides the aristocratic family?
The most urgent task is to select the Taishi, Zhang Jing'an, and continue to exert influence on the saints, so that he will trust us more.
At the court meeting the next day, some of the court officials made a list and asked to select the crown prince and the Grand Tutor under Zhang Jing'an's suggestion.
At present, the position of Prince Taishi is the chief minister Lin Ting. Lin Ting is not from a noble family. When the King of Wu and the noble family were the imperial teacher, the noble family originally wanted to put Zhang Jing'an as the imperial teacher, but the Taifu was already obtained by the noble family. How could Xiao Yu have another noble family to influence the emperor?
However, at that time, he had not yet had power over the government and the opposition. With many compromises, both sides finally made concessions and let the centrist Lin Ting become the Grand Tutor.
Lin Ting is one of the four auxiliary ministers, which is appropriate.
It’s a pity that he is old and is unable to do his job as a minister of government, which leads to the fact that most of Yao Ji’s coursework is taught by Cui Junlai.
Now he is seriously ill again and is almost out of reach. The Ministry of Rites has even prepared his posthumous title, and is waiting for him to report to the Political Affairs Hall as soon as he goes.
And the political legacy he left behind naturally became something that court officials scrambled to grab.
Yao Ji sat on the dragon throne, watching the court officials coming and going, verbally fighting and refusing to give in.
She found it funny for no reason. Everyone in these empires was able to summon the wind and rain when they got it. At this time, she was just a disgusting person like a rogue in the market.
Before the person died, the fight was naked on the table. Power is such an ugly thing.
A deep feeling of fatigue surged in her heart. This seat was not what she wanted, but she had to sit down.
Of course, no results were obtained at the court meeting, which is common. When the ministers decided whether the emperor would study in the Taishen Palace or the Tai Chi Palace, they all fought for half a month.
Yao Ji was indifferent, just pretending to be watching a show, but at night, the Chongying Palace sent someone to pass on the message: The Queen Mother asked the saint to come over and speak.
Chongying Palace is located on Neiting West Road, passing through Changchun Gate, but I saw locust trees planted on both sides of the road.
At that time, just after the Dragon Boat Festival, the flowers on the branches of the locust tree were blooming, the shade was like clouds and the fragrance of flowers was like honey.
Huang Hu'er, the chief supervisor of the Chongying Palace, was leading more than a dozen small yellow gates to pick locust flowers. He heard a sound of chewing and chewing. The huge bright yellow Jiulong umbrella came from a distance. Huang Hu'er hurriedly led the small yellow gates to salute. Yao Ji stopped in front of him and said: What are you doing?
Huang Hu'er smiled all over her face: Erlang wants to eat locust flower cake, and the empress sends her servants to pick flowers.
As he was talking, a loud noise came from far to near.
The boy's body was thrown into Yao Ji's arms like a small cannonball. She might as well be knocked to death. Linxia hurriedly supported her, and saw the little child hugging her legs and tilting her face: Brother, Erlang misses Brother!
Yao Ji had something to do in her heart, but she couldn't help laughing at this time. She leaned over and picked up Xiao Shen: Did Erlang have a good meal and read Ah?
some!Xiao Shen nodded heavily and recognized a lot of words.
Could it be better if Erlang read it to my brother?
Brothers, one question and one answer, and they have already entered the hall.
The woman sitting in the head looked at them with a complicated expression, with a hint of undetectable disgust flashing in her eyes. When she heard Xiao Shen call her brother, her eyes became dimmer.
She stood up and signaled the female official to carry Xiao Shen from Yao Ji's arms, and said: Erlang, your brother is tired for a day, don't mess with him, come down quickly, you should have a rest.
Xiao Shen twisted his body and refused. The child was always attached and curious about his older brother. It was Yao Ji who stroked his hair and promised to take him to the Imperial Garden to play in a few days. He just followed the female official obediently.
The mother and son were left sitting in the hall, speechless for a moment.
Yao Ji coughed. Although she really had nothing to say to her biological mother, she didn't want the atmosphere to be too stiff. The queen mother might as well speak first: The court wants to choose a new Grand Master, but I don't know what the saint meant.
Yao Ji was stunned. The Empress Dowager has always ignored the government: Can anyone choose the Empress Dowager?
I am a wife and don’t understand these things. The Empress Dowager said lightly, I heard that all the noble families recommended Zhang Jing'an, but the nobles recommended the King of Wu.
To be honest, Yao Ji was not satisfied with these two people.Zhang Jingan is too selfish, and Xiao Yu's intentions are unpredictable. If she insists on choosing one of them, she hopes it is Xiao Yu.The Empress Dowager said: The King of Wu is inappropriate.
Why?
She smiled: Why should the saint say such things? Isn’t the unjust intention of the King of Wu clear enough?
Yao Ji interrupted her lightly: The Empress Dowager is so serious, Uncle Qi and I are a family.
In fact, before that night, she also felt that Xiao Yu was unjust, but now Xiao Yu was holding a handle like her. As long as she was exposed, she had no room for any conspiracy and tricks. However, Xiao Yu did not move at all, Yao Ji couldn't see what the man was thinking, but her previous judgment was also shaken.
Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager sneered: The saint treats the King of Wu as a family, but the King of Wu may not be.She had something in her words, but when she wanted to say it, she covered her mouth like a tragic sentence.
Yao Ji had no choice but to say: This matter is not decided by me.I couldn't help but think that if Xiao Yu doesn't treat her as a family, I'm afraid you won't treat me as a family either.
If she had not had the soul of an adult, she would have been so unfortunate.
She would never forget the ferocious and hateful expression on her face when the Empress Dowager was Liu Concubine, and when she asked Ning Zong to kill her.
After that, even though she survived, as the prince, the empress dowager never gave her any care.
The empress dowager probably had a feeling of panic and disgust for this son. She was panic that her lifelong honor was maintained by Yao Ji, and she was disgusted with her as a girl.
This disgust was at the peak of the death of Ningzong. The empress dowager fainted in grief and was found to be pregnant.
What a ridiculous thing. Her son whom she has been looking forward to for a lifetime, but after Yao Ji has ascended the throne, she came to the world.
Since then, she has been guarding against Yao Ji like a thief.
He was afraid that Yao Ji would kill Xiao Shen in order to save the throne.
She didn't know, nor did she understand that not everyone in this world is like her. For the sake of power, she could make up her mind to kill her relatives.
The next day was not a grand court meeting. Yao Ji felt dizzy when she woke up early, so she paused the court discussion. She had not taken charge of the government yet, and even if she didn't go to the court meeting, it would be fine.
Unexpectedly, something big happened that day. The Censorate handed over a memorial to impeach Prime Minister Zhang Jing'an's son to commit crimes and force the good people to kill.
As soon as the memorial was handed over, a storm immediately caused.Yao Ji read the memorial several times and couldn't help but be amazed: My seventh uncle... is really cruel.
Her unintentional words came true today. Zhang Jingan's eldest son liked to linger in the flowers and kept wandering around the church all day long, which was almost everyone in the capital.
This can only be considered a loss of personal morality, but he was fascinated by lust. When he was running, he fell in love with a good woman and insisted on taking someone as his concubine.
The woman refused to obey, so he forced herself to rob her, causing her to hit her head and died on the wall.
This matter was known to Xiao Yu's men, so how can I not take this opportunity to operate it?
Zhang Jingan was naturally labeled as a poor disciple and ashamed of being a minister. The impeached censor wrote a good article, and finally said: If he has such a character, if he is an imperial teacher, the world will be in danger!
Zhang Jingan was so angry that he jumped up at home that his son had been arrested by Jingzhao Yin and was imprisoned. He was about to fly when he saw the position of Grand Tutor, but with that memorial, no matter how shameless the person was, he could not say that Zhang Jingan, who taught such a son, was qualified to pilgrimage.
Xiao Yu naturally became the crown prince’s grand tutor, twenty-four years old, younger than Cui Jun.
He won a great victory in this battle. When he came to teach Yao Ji the day before, even Yao Ji could see that he was in a very good mood. Yao Ji took the opportunity to ask him: Uncle Seven, was that woman who was killed by Zhang Dalang who was accidentally met?
Xiao Yu seemed to smile: It turns out that in the eyes of the saint, I am so unbearable.
Yao Ji was choked by him and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. After all, she suspected that her uncle had used such a trick, which was indeed a bit unkind.
Xiao Yu did not explain, but asked her: According to the saint's meaning, if the saint was a minister, I'm afraid that someone would not have handed over that memorial?
This... Yao Ji was a little hesitant. She had always been a person who had a clear conscience. She took advantage of the death of an innocent person to take the opportunity to attack her political enemies. She always felt that doing so was a bit too much.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu sighed with a rare sigh: I really don’t know what Cui Yunping is teaching you.
Wait, Yao Ji was stunned. You just said... you?
I will teach you well in the future. When the man curled the corners of his lips, he seemed to have returned to his usual lazy appearance. He smiled beside his lips, but he didn't know if the smile reached the bottom of his eyes. He taught you how to be an emperor.
The way of heaven in the afternoon was just right, and the sun shone in through the window frame, and the fine bundles were cast out on the golden brick floor with the shadow of auspicious clouds and auspicious grass on the pane.
This weather is the most suitable for afternoon nap. Yao Ji thought casually, the gentle voice of the young man echoed slowly in his ears, adding a little more tranquility, but the content of the words was quite uneasy.
The King of Wu had long been regent, and now he has the reputation of being regent again, which will inevitably further encourage his arrogance.The saint is already fourteen. At most, in another year, I will ask the saint to take charge of the sage. What if the King of Wu does not want to return to power?Eagles with a raised appetite will not go back to eat small fish and shrimps.
When the man said this, he saw that the emperor was a little absent-minded and slightly raised his head: Saint?
Yao Ji raised her eyes: Sir, I understand all these principles, but...
But if she didn't follow Xiao Yu's wishes and appointed him as the regent, she would probably not even be the emperor.But this reason cannot be told to anyone, even the teacher who is quite respected by her.
Cui Jun, a man who is only twenty-eight years old, has become the first-class prince tutor. This position is probably the highest peak emperor teacher that all scholars in the world who teach and educate people can long for.
Cui Jun was born into a first-class family in Yanping, Yanping, and read the scriptures at the age of three, distinguished history at the age of five, and became a top famous scholar in the country at the age of twenty-three.
He was an absolute genius, so when selecting a master for the young emperor, the King of Wu and the Aristocratic families compromised through many tug-of-war, and Cui Jun was selected gloriously.
At that time, Cui Jun was only twenty-four, and Yao Ji was only ten years old.
She didn't feel much disgusted with this master from a noble family. Although Ning Zong repeatedly warned her to restrain the noble family when she was alive, Cui Jun was a straight man and was not a slutty person.
Later, as the master and apprentice became more and more familiar, Cui Jun carefully taught Yao Ji, and Yao Ji also respected him quite well.
She knew that Cui Jun's position as the prince and tutor actually represented the aristocratic family trying to influence her, but Yao Ji was not a truly ignorant child. Whether it was aristocratic family or a noble family, she would only follow her own pace.
However, Cui Jun is really heartfelt to persuade her. She thought for a while: Mr., he must be wondering why I still want to be the King of Wu as the Regent, even though I know this, Cui Jun nodded slightly, and saw the young emperor showing a shy smile. Uncle Qi hugged me when he was a child... I know Uncle Qi has always been a bit domineering and perverted, but now the elders of the royal family are gradually withering. Aunt Anyang died a few years ago, and now the fourth uncle fell ill in bed again. There are only a few close relatives around me...
Speaking of this, she lowered her head in disappointment, and saw Cui Jun sighing from the corner of her eyes: The saint is kind-hearted, and I believe the King of Wu will understand this painstaking effort.
It was done, Yao Ji thought, no matter what, there must be a suitable reason for the aristocratic family, so she would just use the little emperor to care about family affection.
The saint is still too soft-hearted... After hearing someone retelling the words from Cui Jun, Zhang Jing'an sighed.
Chao Qian sat down at his head and sneered: The Xiao family is very kind and ruthless towards the same surname as Xiao.
You are wrong. Zhang Jingan waved his hand. Not to mention the change of Gengchen back then, tsk... The saint was too young, and he came to a conclusion. It’s a pity that he wanted to be a virtuous nephew, but for the change of Gengchen, our King of Wu would not be Uncle Ci.It’s better if the King of Wu becomes the Regent, Zhang Jing’an said, the more power he gets, the greater the conflict between his uncle and nephew will be.
For us, this is an opportunity. Chao Qian agrees. As long as the saint and the King of Wu become disinterested, they will turn to us. After all, who else can he rely on besides the aristocratic family?
The most urgent task is to select the Taishi, Zhang Jing'an, and continue to exert influence on the saints, so that he will trust us more.
At the court meeting the next day, some of the court officials made a list and asked to select the crown prince and the Grand Tutor under Zhang Jing'an's suggestion.
At present, the position of Prince Taishi is the chief minister Lin Ting. Lin Ting is not from a noble family. When the King of Wu and the noble family were the imperial teacher, the noble family originally wanted to put Zhang Jing'an as the imperial teacher, but the Taifu was already obtained by the noble family. How could Xiao Yu have another noble family to influence the emperor?
However, at that time, he had not yet had power over the government and the opposition. With many compromises, both sides finally made concessions and let the centrist Lin Ting become the Grand Tutor.
Lin Ting is one of the four auxiliary ministers, which is appropriate.
It’s a pity that he is old and is unable to do his job as a minister of government, which leads to the fact that most of Yao Ji’s coursework is taught by Cui Junlai.
Now he is seriously ill again and is almost out of reach. The Ministry of Rites has even prepared his posthumous title, and is waiting for him to report to the Political Affairs Hall as soon as he goes.
And the political legacy he left behind naturally became something that court officials scrambled to grab.
Yao Ji sat on the dragon throne, watching the court officials coming and going, verbally fighting and refusing to give in.
She found it funny for no reason. Everyone in these empires was able to summon the wind and rain when they got it. At this time, she was just a disgusting person like a rogue in the market.
Before the person died, the fight was naked on the table. Power is such an ugly thing.
A deep feeling of fatigue surged in her heart. This seat was not what she wanted, but she had to sit down.
Of course, no results were obtained at the court meeting, which is common. When the ministers decided whether the emperor would study in the Taishen Palace or the Tai Chi Palace, they all fought for half a month.
Yao Ji was indifferent, just pretending to be watching a show, but at night, the Chongying Palace sent someone to pass on the message: The Queen Mother asked the saint to come over and speak.
Chongying Palace is located on Neiting West Road, passing through Changchun Gate, but I saw locust trees planted on both sides of the road.
At that time, just after the Dragon Boat Festival, the flowers on the branches of the locust tree were blooming, the shade was like clouds and the fragrance of flowers was like honey.
Huang Hu'er, the chief supervisor of the Chongying Palace, was leading more than a dozen small yellow gates to pick locust flowers. He heard a sound of chewing and chewing. The huge bright yellow Jiulong umbrella came from a distance. Huang Hu'er hurriedly led the small yellow gates to salute. Yao Ji stopped in front of him and said: What are you doing?
Huang Hu'er smiled all over her face: Erlang wants to eat locust flower cake, and the empress sends her servants to pick flowers.
As he was talking, a loud noise came from far to near.
The boy's body was thrown into Yao Ji's arms like a small cannonball. She might as well be knocked to death. Linxia hurriedly supported her, and saw the little child hugging her legs and tilting her face: Brother, Erlang misses Brother!
Yao Ji had something to do in her heart, but she couldn't help laughing at this time. She leaned over and picked up Xiao Shen: Did Erlang have a good meal and read Ah?
some!Xiao Shen nodded heavily and recognized a lot of words.
Could it be better if Erlang read it to my brother?
Brothers, one question and one answer, and they have already entered the hall.
The woman sitting in the head looked at them with a complicated expression, with a hint of undetectable disgust flashing in her eyes. When she heard Xiao Shen call her brother, her eyes became dimmer.
She stood up and signaled the female official to carry Xiao Shen from Yao Ji's arms, and said: Erlang, your brother is tired for a day, don't mess with him, come down quickly, you should have a rest.
Xiao Shen twisted his body and refused. The child was always attached and curious about his older brother. It was Yao Ji who stroked his hair and promised to take him to the Imperial Garden to play in a few days. He just followed the female official obediently.
The mother and son were left sitting in the hall, speechless for a moment.
Yao Ji coughed. Although she really had nothing to say to her biological mother, she didn't want the atmosphere to be too stiff. The queen mother might as well speak first: The court wants to choose a new Grand Master, but I don't know what the saint meant.
Yao Ji was stunned. The Empress Dowager has always ignored the government: Can anyone choose the Empress Dowager?
I am a wife and don’t understand these things. The Empress Dowager said lightly, I heard that all the noble families recommended Zhang Jing'an, but the nobles recommended the King of Wu.
To be honest, Yao Ji was not satisfied with these two people.Zhang Jingan is too selfish, and Xiao Yu's intentions are unpredictable. If she insists on choosing one of them, she hopes it is Xiao Yu.The Empress Dowager said: The King of Wu is inappropriate.
Why?
She smiled: Why should the saint say such things? Isn’t the unjust intention of the King of Wu clear enough?
Yao Ji interrupted her lightly: The Empress Dowager is so serious, Uncle Qi and I are a family.
In fact, before that night, she also felt that Xiao Yu was unjust, but now Xiao Yu was holding a handle like her. As long as she was exposed, she had no room for any conspiracy and tricks. However, Xiao Yu did not move at all, Yao Ji couldn't see what the man was thinking, but her previous judgment was also shaken.
Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager sneered: The saint treats the King of Wu as a family, but the King of Wu may not be.She had something in her words, but when she wanted to say it, she covered her mouth like a tragic sentence.
Yao Ji had no choice but to say: This matter is not decided by me.I couldn't help but think that if Xiao Yu doesn't treat her as a family, I'm afraid you won't treat me as a family either.
If she had not had the soul of an adult, she would have been so unfortunate.
She would never forget the ferocious and hateful expression on her face when the Empress Dowager was Liu Concubine, and when she asked Ning Zong to kill her.
After that, even though she survived, as the prince, the empress dowager never gave her any care.
The empress dowager probably had a feeling of panic and disgust for this son. She was panic that her lifelong honor was maintained by Yao Ji, and she was disgusted with her as a girl.
This disgust was at the peak of the death of Ningzong. The empress dowager fainted in grief and was found to be pregnant.
What a ridiculous thing. Her son whom she has been looking forward to for a lifetime, but after Yao Ji has ascended the throne, she came to the world.
Since then, she has been guarding against Yao Ji like a thief.
He was afraid that Yao Ji would kill Xiao Shen in order to save the throne.
She didn't know, nor did she understand that not everyone in this world is like her. For the sake of power, she could make up her mind to kill her relatives.
The next day was not a grand court meeting. Yao Ji felt dizzy when she woke up early, so she paused the court discussion. She had not taken charge of the government yet, and even if she didn't go to the court meeting, it would be fine.
Unexpectedly, something big happened that day. The Censorate handed over a memorial to impeach Prime Minister Zhang Jing'an's son to commit crimes and force the good people to kill.
As soon as the memorial was handed over, a storm immediately caused.Yao Ji read the memorial several times and couldn't help but be amazed: My seventh uncle... is really cruel.
Her unintentional words came true today. Zhang Jingan's eldest son liked to linger in the flowers and kept wandering around the church all day long, which was almost everyone in the capital.
This can only be considered a loss of personal morality, but he was fascinated by lust. When he was running, he fell in love with a good woman and insisted on taking someone as his concubine.
The woman refused to obey, so he forced herself to rob her, causing her to hit her head and died on the wall.
This matter was known to Xiao Yu's men, so how can I not take this opportunity to operate it?
Zhang Jingan was naturally labeled as a poor disciple and ashamed of being a minister. The impeached censor wrote a good article, and finally said: If he has such a character, if he is an imperial teacher, the world will be in danger!
Zhang Jingan was so angry that he jumped up at home that his son had been arrested by Jingzhao Yin and was imprisoned. He was about to fly when he saw the position of Grand Tutor, but with that memorial, no matter how shameless the person was, he could not say that Zhang Jingan, who taught such a son, was qualified to pilgrimage.
Xiao Yu naturally became the crown prince’s grand tutor, twenty-four years old, younger than Cui Jun.
He won a great victory in this battle. When he came to teach Yao Ji the day before, even Yao Ji could see that he was in a very good mood. Yao Ji took the opportunity to ask him: Uncle Seven, was that woman who was killed by Zhang Dalang who was accidentally met?
Xiao Yu seemed to smile: It turns out that in the eyes of the saint, I am so unbearable.
Yao Ji was choked by him and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. After all, she suspected that her uncle had used such a trick, which was indeed a bit unkind.
Xiao Yu did not explain, but asked her: According to the saint's meaning, if the saint was a minister, I'm afraid that someone would not have handed over that memorial?
This... Yao Ji was a little hesitant. She had always been a person who had a clear conscience. She took advantage of the death of an innocent person to take the opportunity to attack her political enemies. She always felt that doing so was a bit too much.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu sighed with a rare sigh: I really don’t know what Cui Yunping is teaching you.
Wait, Yao Ji was stunned. You just said... you?
I will teach you well in the future. When the man curled the corners of his lips, he seemed to have returned to his usual lazy appearance. He smiled beside his lips, but he didn't know if the smile reached the bottom of his eyes. He taught you how to be an emperor.
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