"Yes!" The eunuchs and guards brought by Zhang Yizhi rushed forward, lifted Wang Zhiwen from the chair, pressed them to the ground, swung the wooden stick as thick as a fist, and started hitting them one by one.

"Brother, save me!" Wang Zhiwen screamed. He was the most miserable person on the scene, and his miserable state expanded exponentially.

Zhang Yizhi did not pursue Chen Nanmiao's disrespect, but just grabbed Wang Zhiwen and took the blame for the stick. The purpose was very obvious, just to concentrate on one point, beat the board to solidly, and attack Xue Huaiyi with one move.

Of course, Xue Huaiyi could not let Wang Zhiwen be beaten. On the one hand, he had no glory on his face. On the other hand, he only had two followers. If the latter's heart was cold, wouldn't he become a lonely person in the future?

"Stop!" Xue Huaiyi shouted, and then gave in to Zhang Yizhi, "Wulang, what's going on today? What if we don't miss the river in the future?"

Zhang Yizhi said calmly: "Yes, but this publication states first. If your person enters the territory of my Crane Control Supervisor without authorization, he will kill him without any hesitation!"

"Goodbye!" Xue Huaiyi said nothing and strode away expressionlessly. Chen Nanmiao supported Wang Zhiwen, who was terrible, and followed him with a group of eunuchs and guards.

"Where is the fifteenth?" Zhang Changzong asked the eunuchs and palace maids in Cuiyang Palace.

"Go back to the Young Master, the proofreader was beaten away by Duke E!" Xiaomei replied tremblingly.

"Well run, this kid is smart!" Zhang Changzong nodded and smiled, because he knew that if Zhang Lin did not run away, he would be slandered by Xue Huaiyi, and it would be impossible to kill him in anger. If Zhang Lin was beaten to death, Xue Huaiyi might be severely dealt with by the emperor, but with the favor he had accumulated over the years, he would probably not be executed. Compared with the two, Zhang Lin was naturally the one who suffered losses.

After Xue Chen and Wang left, Zhang Lin returned to Cuiyang Palace and expressed his sincere gratitude to Zhang Yizhi and Zhang Changzong for appearing just right to relieve him. He took out the Thousand-year-old Snow Lotus and Eight Hundred-year-old Polygonum multiflorum and gave it to two Zhangs as gifts as thanks. The two Zhang did not refuse and accepted it calmly, and told Zhang Lin that the next time he met Xue Chen and Wang, he would not fight head-on, and report to the Crane Control Monitor as soon as possible. The Crane Control Monitor would not sit idly by. Zhang Lin agreed to know and follow it.

After the two Zhang Jia left, Zhang Lin had a dark face and severely scolded the six subordinates of Cuiyang Palace:

"You are such a group of good men. I'm so in vain to you!"

"Chasing Master, I deserve to die!" The six people fell to the ground with a plop, and they were heartbroken and blamed themselves.

"Since you think you deserve to die, why don't you die?" Zhang Lin said with a grudge.

The servants looked at each other, they were just talking, how could they want to die? If they wanted to die, Xue Huaiyi took action when he bullied his master just now!

"The proofreader and Duke E Guoji have the same status as the young master. How dare we servants be surrendered!"

"Even if we listen to you, confiscate the guys, and do things, this will not help you, but will immediately destroy the lives of the slaves."

"If you are beaten to death, who will serve you in the future?"

The servants were all shaking their lips and making a clever argument.

Zhang Lin shook his head. Can the grievance and depression he suffered in Xue Wang be attributed to these servants? The answer is no, otherwise, it would be too disgraceful.

"That bald donkey has the same status as the Young Prisoner? Why haven't I heard anyone say it?" Zhang Lin asked strangely.

"Although they are also the emperor's people, they are not under the jurisdiction of the Crane Control Supervisor. They can be said to be a sect and are rumored to be the National Teachers' Supervisor: a dragon monk, a dragon doctor, and a dragon protector."

"In the past, the National Master Supervision and the Crane Control Commission did not interact with each other, so I did not tell you about the National Master Supervision!"

Gao Lishi and Cen San helped each other and supplemented each other, telling Zhang Lin some scandals in the National Teachers' Supervisor and the long-standing conflicts between the National Teachers' Supervisor and the Crane Control Supervisor.

After listening to their narrative, Zhang Lin understood that the Dragon Monk refers to the fake monk Xue Huaiyi, the Dragon Guardian refers to Wang Zhiwen, who was miserable by him. Another person who attacked him with jade pearls must be the Dragon Medicine Chen Nanmiao. Haha, their identities are also complicated enough!

From this, Zhang Lin learned that Xue Huaiyi had been favored for many years. Later, because many young faces were introduced in the harem, his favor gradually declined. He did not get the throne of "male queen". He had been secretly competing with Er Zhang, but he could not defeat Er Zhang, who was deeply favored by the emperor, so he asked him, Xiao Zhang, who had just entered the palace, to vent his anger! He was innocent and was really wronged.

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Shangyang Palace.

Wu Zetian waved his hand and asked the two little palace maids who were serving the dressing to walk away, and ordered Chunxiang to serve her dressing to dress.

"Yes." Chunxiang agreed happily.

Although serving the emperor to dress up is a physical job, it is the best way to get close to the emperor. In the past, Chunxiang was a palace maid who was responsible for dressing up the emperor. Because of her quick hands and feet and steady work, she was appreciated by Wu Zetian and was promoted to female official. Since then, this work has been transferred to other palace maids. It’s not that she doesn’t want to do it, but that Wu Zetian doesn’t let her do it.

After becoming the emperor, Wu Zetian often tied her hair and wore a crown. Her hairstyle was very simple and she was extremely simple to put on makeup.

Today, the emperor asked her to dress up, and naturally thought of her benefits. Chunxiang was overjoyed. At the same time, she also thought, could the emperor want to change his hairstyle?

Chunxiang picked up the grate made of rhino horns and combed it on Wu Zetian's soft long hair one after another. A sweet smile appeared on her face. Looking at Wu Zetian in the bronze mirror, she asked in a delicate voice: "Your Majesty wants to comb the peony bun that I am best at?"

"You girl is smart!" Wu Zetian looked up at Chunxiang standing behind him in the mirror, with a look of praise in her eyes.

When Chunxiang heard this, she smiled and immediately spread her whole body to make a move. She held her long hair with her hands and moved like flying. Soon, a seemingly fluffy but actually shiny bun appeared above Wu Zetian's head, which was fixed with several shining golden branches. From the appearance, it looked like several clusters of peonies, so it was called the peony bun.

Wu Zetian's face is an oval face shape, and the peony bun is the most suitable for this face shape, at least for Wu Zetian, this is the case.

When she was young, she liked to keep this kind of hair bun. Later, she changed into countless hairstyles, but this hairstyle was always her favorite.

When she was the queen mother, sometimes she would ask Chunxiang to help her comb her into a peony bun. It was not for the sake of good looks, but for nostalgia, so that she could remember the youthful years she had.

After ascending the throne, the emperor rarely combed his hair bun, let alone the peony bun. He has always used simple hairstyles with hair tied and crowned.

Today, the emperor suddenly wanted to comb the peony bun. For Chunxiang, on the one hand, it means that her good luck has come and she can get closer to the emperor, but on the other hand, it makes her a little confused.

Did the emperor get where he was prosperous, or did he feel nostalgic, or did he have other reasons?

Although Chunxiang had various speculations in her heart, she did not say a word or a question.

After serving in front of the emperor for so many years, from a palace maid to a chief in the housekeeping department, Chunxiang summed up a very useful experience: only by saying less and doing more can you gain trust and reuse; only by saying too much and saying what you shouldn't say will lead to alienation and exclusion.

If you have a peony bun on your head, you will naturally have to draw the corresponding eyebrows and apply the corresponding powder and blush, otherwise it will appear inconsistent.

Chunxiang used hot water to clean up the old powder on Wu Zetian's face, and then used vinegar to wash the sharp eyebrows like a dagger on her forehead. Then she applied rouge on her face, picked up the eyebrow pencil, and focused on drawing the black eyebrows, like a carver carving an exquisite work of art.
Chapter completed!