Chapter Twelve: Don't Force Me
In the evening, Fang Xuanling, who was tired, was about to get the time to go. He got up and had the servant of the Secretariat serving him. Fang Xuanling suddenly remembered the early morning incident and asked: "Does Your Majesty have a ruling for the memorial sent this morning?"
The Secretariat said, "Your Majesty smiled after seeing it, and ignored it."
"Oh." Fang Xuanling probably understood what the emperor meant. This matter... The emperor didn't want to worry about it.
But what Fang Xuanling didn't know was that what happened next became his nightmare.
The emperor didn't want to care, but Chen Jiye seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, and seemed to feel that he had suffered a huge conspiracy. After one time he ignored it, he still wrote a letter on the second and third day. He snot and tears said that he was unable to bear the responsibility and wanted to beg for old age to return home, and he looked like a tone of being tragically killed.
Fang Xuanling was stunned when he saw it. He was completely convinced. Is this a candy?
Three days later, Fang Xuanling had to bring a memorial to Xuande Hall to meet him.
Li Shimin was in front of the desk, holding a letter in his hand. He looked at the letter, frowned, pondered without saying a word. After a long time, he threw the letter aside. In a daze, he murmured: "It's really a mistake to drink..."
Fang Xuanling was full of doubts.
Following the letter that Li Shimin abandoned, the letter fell on the ground and vaguely saw the words "Whether the teacher is eating or not".
The meaning of these four words is very simple: Mentor, have you had a meal?
Fang Xuanling withdrew his gaze and suddenly thought of some rumors in the palace. These rumors were spread by eunuchs, saying that since His Majesty accepted a child surnamed Chen as his disciple, this man who claimed to be a disciple of the emperor, he brought letters into the palace through various methods every now and then. The content of the letters was greetings like a car wheel, and it was nothing more than asking all day long, Master, have you eaten? Have you eaten? Have you eaten?
Fang Xuanling really couldn't understand why His Majesty wanted to accept disciples, and even more so why did His Majesty's disciples know how to eat all day long?
Of course, what is even more incomprehensible is how His Majesty feels at this moment.
Li Shimin only glanced at the letter that had fallen to the ground, looking like he was still angry.
He was very angry.
Then Chen Zhengtai is over. At first, he asked the eunuch who read the order to send a greeting letter, but later he came with a letter from his father's memorial. He was afraid that his face would be eight feet thick. Oh, by the way, let Ma Zhou lead the conversation.
This kid really deserves to chop him up.
A little murderous thought came out in his heart, but in a flash, there was a little warmth in his heart. Of course, drinking was a mistake. The boy beat the snake and followed the stick, but what was wrong with him? He said that he was my disciple every day and greeted him with food and food every day. Although this behavior made me resist, I have to say... Sometimes I think about it and it seemed a little warm.
Why……
Li Shimin shook his head, looked up, and when he saw Fang Xuanling coming, he barely showed joy: "I originally wanted Xuanqing's family, but I didn't expect you to come."
Fang Xuanling bowed and bowed: "I came here for Chen Jiye's memorial."
"He's here to report again." Li Shimin's face was pulled down. In this life... he must have never been so tired of someone, be so... be calm, I am the emperor and the emperor of the Nine Five. I must be in love with the world and not be angry with the surname Chen. If I get furious, I will lose.
Li Shimin showed a calm look: "Is that so? Show me."
The eunuch delivered the memorial to Li Shimin. Li Shimin opened it and glanced at it on purpose, but he swept it quickly. In fact, Li Shimin didn't want to read the contents at all, because even if he didn't read it, he knew that Chen Jiye's kindness was starting to complain again.
Li Shimin subconsciously rubbed his forehead.
A little bit of warmth for Chen Zhengtai just now disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.
This father and son are really talented.
So he subconsciously said, "It's really ridiculous."
He closed his eyes and said, "Summon the ministry on duty to serve Ma Zhou."
Ma Zhou has a close relationship with the Chen family, so Li Shimin needs to ask Ma Zhou about this matter.
Fang Xuanling had no expression on his face, but muttered in his heart. His Majesty was very optimistic about Ma Zhou and summoned him repeatedly to ask him, "Who is the Sheng Juan Feifan?"
After a while, Ma Zhou came. He wore a new robe and skirt and stepped forward: "My name..."
Li Shimin frowned.
This is the small hall of Xuande Hall. When the monarch and ministers report the right, they will not be too far apart.
Therefore, when Ma Zhou came to him Monday, Li Shimin felt a strange smell coming to his face.
Ma Zhou was right next to Fang Xuanling, and Fang Xuanling also noticed such a strange smell. Subconsciously, his feet moved slightly, like a footless black and white impermanence, slowly moving away from Ma Zhou.
Li Shimin couldn't help but laugh and joke: "Ma Qing's family has a unique experience. Why? Could it be that Ma Qing's family is going to raise pigs again?"
Ma Zhou said in surprise: "Your Majesty is a brilliant idea, and I admire you very much."
Li Shimin's joking look suddenly made his smile stiff.
It turns out that Ma Zhou, as a serving on duty, really went to raise pigs?
No wonder, although Ma Zhou is wearing new clothes these days, he always feels out of place with his personality and has a strange smell.
Li Shimin's face was unstable.
Chapter completed!