MTL - Atypical Heroine-Chapter 66 Xie Huairou【5】

Xie Huairou just released her hand and put the dirty handkerchief aside. The door of the study was knocked open, Xiaohong poked his head into his eyes, saw Ji Yuzai, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Sir, why are you..."

"Go and get busy."

Xie Huairou interrupted Xiaohong's words, fearing that this unobtrusive little girl would teach Ji Yu a lesson today.

Ji Yu looked at them with a smile, waited for Xiaohong to retreat, and then said leisurely, "These maids in my sister's house are very lively and cute, and they are really close to the master..."

She moved her eyes to the distance, and deliberately didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Xie Huairou "…"

Her temples were vaguely jutting, and she bit her head and asked, "What's the matter here, Your Majesty?" In fact, she had a premonition that she didn't have anything important, maybe just on a whim, and left the palace like this.

Ji Yu held her wrist, looked down at her right hand wrapped in gauze, and asked, "Is my sister's injury serious?"

"No problem," Xie Huairou said a little uncomfortably, "it's just a minor injury."

"If it's really a minor injury, why would my sister let someone else ghostwrite it," she murmured with a gloomy look on her face, "I asked more."

"…"

Before Xie Huairou could say anything, Ji Yu returned to his usual cheerful tone, wrinkled his nose, and said something in a very relaxed tone that made her head too big.

"It's curfew, I can't go back tonight."

"There's still half an hour before the curfew, and this minister has a pass," Xie Huairou understood what she was thinking, "Your Majesty's safety is related to the world's society."

"Oh," Ji Yu nodded in agreement, with a smile on his face, "then please take care of Xie Qing's bodyguard, and don't leave without permission."

The mouth is soft and soft.

Xie Huairou was silent for a moment and looked at her, "It's not too late at this time, please ask this minister to **** Your Majesty back to the palace."

"Your Majesty, this is no joke."

The voice fell.

"Knocking on the palace door at night is a serious crime," Ji Yu sat down with his sleeves rolled up. As an uninvited guest, he felt that there was nothing at all. He shook his head and said, "For the safety of Your Majesty and the stability of the palace, this should not be the case."

As soon as the curfew time arrives, the palace gates are locked and cannot be reopened until the next morning.

Violators will be dealt with as conspiracy to rebel.

Xie Huairou looked at her silently.

She tugged at her sleeve with a slender white hand and shook it lightly, "Sister, I'm just staying for one night, I'll be very good, don't drive me away, okay?"

Ji Yu lowered his eyes and said weakly, "...Moreover, this is my first time out of the palace."

The words fell, and looked up for a moment.

Her dark eyes reflected the light of the candlelight in the night, smearing her face with a warm color. The crescent-colored female official's robe on her body resembled a dress that she was used to wearing when she was a child.

Xie Huairou's mind could not contain the smile that she had snuggled beside her when she was still Princess Jiahe.

Probably because she was always so special to her.

Xie Huairou knew in her heart that she was her king, an existence that needed her to look up and bow her head as a minister. But in the blink of an eye, she was always regarded as the little Jiaojiao who needed her to tell the story by her side.

When she was a child, she liked to come to her side in the middle of the night with a pillow and burrow into the nest.

After listening to this story, she still refuses to sleep, she loves to act like a spoiled child, and her favorite is to pester her and ask what it is like outside the palace.

Xie Huairou told her about the difference between the houses of the people outside the palace and the palace, the ripe wild fruits on the side of the mountain, and the temple at the time of the sacrifice... She was not very good at describing it, and she often said something when she thought of it.

Kejia and the princess listened very seriously, their eyes were bright, they held their small faces in their hands, and nodded at every turn.

It's all things she's never heard of.

Even if she is extremely favored, she is a child who is trapped in this magnificent palace and yearns for the outside.

At the age of seven, she managed to avoid the hordes of palace maids and chamberlains and wanted to sneak out of the palace to play, but she almost succeeded in reading, but she accidentally broke a leg and took her back.

Xie Huairou sighed in her heart, forget it, she owes her.

"Sir..." This is to compromise.

She just said a word, and before she finished speaking, Ji Yu immediately lowered his face, pursed his lips and forced his smile to hold back, bowed his hands in a serious manner and said, "Thank you, sir." However, the smile deepened in his eyes.

Xie Huairou was dumbfounded.

Good boy... Xie Huairou didn't dare to count on it.

Ji Yu stood up, approached her, and suddenly asked softly, "Is the injury on my sister really okay?"

Xie Huairou was stunned for a while, and the topic changed too quickly, "It's okay."

Ji Yu showed a skeptical expression, "Let me see."

When the words fell, she naturally stretched out her hand to open her collar.

The loose middle shirt slipped off easily, revealing half of the snow-white shoulders. There was a bright red stab wound from the shoulder to the collarbone. Although there was no more bleeding, it was also very conspicuous on the white skin.

Ji Yu lightly touched the swollen skin beside the wound with his fingertips, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his tone had a serious taste, "Has it not formed a scab for so many days?"

"Is your sister taking medicine?"

Xie Huairou's body suddenly stiffened.

His clothes were half undressed, and the Right Prime Minister had completely lost the cold and awe-inspiring look he usually had in the courtroom.

She raised her hand to close the loose collar, and after she came out of the shower, she remembered one thing after another. It was only then that he realized that he had never tied his hair or wore a coat, so he hurriedly blushed and bowed his head to plead guilty, "I am disrespectful in front of the imperial court..."

She tucked her hair to her shoulders, and the drooping blue silk covered her red earlobes.

"Your Majesty?" Ji Yu tilted his face, reminding her with a childlike smile, "Chen Mianmian, a concubine."

Chen Mianmian is one of the female officials beside Ji Yu.

"…"

Xie Huairou lowered her eyes, bowed her hands and was too lazy to talk, and called her Lord Chen for the time being along with her words. He picked up his coat and put it on, raised his hand to tie his hair, and quickly arranged his hair accessories and clothes.

When he spoke again, he looked elegant and sassy again.

"Then go and explain to the servants and prepare your guest room... Sir Chen."

Ji Yu smiled calmly and nodded lightly.

—

The bright moon is in the sky, and the brilliance of Qingling is cast from the gap between the sparse branches of the tung tree. There was a gust of wind, and the dead leaves and flowers on the lawn were swept up and down by the wind, all the way to the corner of the fence.

Xie Huairou walked to the backyard where no one was around, her long sleeves were blown by the wind.

"Gu Ying."

"My subordinates are here," a kneeling man appeared in the empty place just now, as if he had appeared out of nowhere.

Xie Huairou was not surprised, "How many people there are."

"Four people."

"Four people?"

Gu Ying's voice was unchanging and calm. "From the perspective of breath hiding and light power, all four of them are top experts."

Xie Huairou nodded and told him to step back, "Tonight is martial law."

With only a mere four people, it is really all top-notch masters with one block and ten. If there are hundreds of thieves at once, wouldn't it be extremely dangerous.

Really nonsense.

Tomorrow, before sending her back to the palace, an extra group of guards must be dispatched.

Xie Huairou frowned and walked back. She didn't feel that she was making a fuss, and she didn't think about where the emperor could easily gather hundreds of thieves.

A long shadow followed him.

Turn into the promenade.

—

Ji Yu somehow coaxed the maid to replace the tea in the cup with wine.

Xie Huairou left and came back. After a while, she found that she had drunk herself. With a blushing face, she looked at her with a smirk and said, "Come... come and drink with me!"

"…"

Are you good?

Fortunately, the room has already screened the next person.

Xie Huairou sat over, took the cup away from her hand, and patiently coaxed, "It's getting late, go to bed earlier."

"No," Ji Yu took back the wine glass, and said softly, shyly after playing with it for a long time, "...I want to sleep with my sister."

Xie Huairou nodded and helped her up, "Go and bring the mattress in the guest room here."

Since she was drunk, it was normal for her to take care of her.

Ji Yu didn't expect that she deserved to be so refreshing. He was stunned for a while, and then he poured himself a full glass and drank it clean.

"…"

Xie Huairou slept with her a lot when she was a child, so she never imagined how troublesome Ji Yu would be when she grew up, especially when she was drunk. Don't fall asleep with her.

Ji Yu leaned against Xie Huairou's arms, and there was only a few inches of space between the two.

It's not that the bed is too small.

Xie Huairou was forced to the edge of the wall by her unknowingly.

She turned her side, her back against the wall, and there was barely more space between the two.

In the next second, Ji Yu rubbed the whole person, and the distance suddenly dispersed, her drunk head rubbed against her shoulder, and muttered, "Sister is really fragrant."

Xie Huairou blushed a little bit by her.

Holding her restless hands, she sighed softly, "Your Majesty, it's time to sleep."

Ji Yu obediently closed his eyes and slept for a while, then suddenly said, "...Xia Chunlin and Murong Zheng deserve what they deserve, so it's okay to kill them."

"You can't leave a scar on your sister's injury."

"…"

Xie Huairou was silent for a few seconds, shocked in her heart.

Looking down, Ji Yu was resting a little with his eyes closed as if tired, and his fair face was flushed with a drunken blush.

The thought flashed in her mind that she was beating her with alcohol.

The so-called gentleman can deceive him.

Xie Huairou has never been a gentleman. She once said that it is a brilliant idea to succeed. If she knew in her heart that what she was going to do would have a big reward, she never minded using thunder or paying a certain price for it.

It can be paid by her or someone else.

In the final analysis, she and Zuo Xiang are essentially the same kind of people, it's just that they like and pursue different things.

There was a petty official in Xuanzhou who was greedy for money, and Xie Huairou happened to have some relatives with him.

After finishing the incident, he killed a few useless people and killed them.

Although it was done neatly, it was inevitable that someone who wanted to take revenge would divulge a little.

It seemed that Song Xiaosheng, who was following her closely, had not been completely concealed.

Xie Huairou was not in a hurry to plead guilty. Song Xiaosheng was Ji Yu's cronie, so even if he didn't have any evidence, he could just say a few words. But Ji Yu couldn't use these to punish her.

And although she is humble on the face, she doesn't believe that she is no match for Song Xiaosheng's position in her heart.

Xie Huairou didn't speak yet, thinking about how to make her trust her more.

However, Ji Yu closed his eyes and continued, "Sister really made a great contribution this time, otherwise I can't do anything... But right now, I can't really judge the merit and reward. As the left minister, I can only promote Mrs. Sima first."

Xie Huairou knew that she hadn't been seated for a long time, and it was impossible for her to be promoted again so quickly.

Her mind was full of thoughts, why she knew so specific, even Murong Zheng could name it.

Song Xiaosheng can at best guess that Xia Chunlin's death is related to her.

Xie Huairou has a straight and demure face, but the abacus in her stomach is playing fast and silently. The more thoughtful a person is, the more they will keep thinking about things that they can't figure out and are about to get out of control.

"…"

But no idea what to think.

"Sister, I said this to make you feel more confident, not to make you sleepless tonight."

Ji Yu seemed to feel something, reached out to smooth the wrinkled pimple between her brows, and opened her eyes against the sleepiness, "Like when I was a child, I will never be really mad at you."

The soft moonlight outside the window reflected in her smiling eyes, her expression tolerant.

Her eyes were all hers.

Xie Huairou had no reason, her heart trembled, and she immediately lowered her eyelashes and did not dare to look at her again. Closing his eyes, he answered in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

She had no intention of distinguishing whether it meant beating or not.

For so many years, I have studied sage books hard for survival, and I have been cautious for the sake of sage books. I have no relatives, no friends, and there is only a touch of warmth in my heart like an ice hole.

Only she called her sister.

Anyway, Xie Huairou surrendered long ago. The day this little girl showed her teeth and claws at her with a branch, she might have already defeated her. In the future, as long as she tugs on her sleeves, she will do anything for her.

She can be a spear or a shield in her hand.

Even in the future, she will be the next left minister, Yuan Suqing, to be thrown into the sky prison with 500 armors in her mansion.

At least, she has contributed a lot to her splendid country.

After Xie Huairou figured it out, her tangled heart relaxed.

Next to him was Ji Yuwen's soft body.

Find something familiar and reassuring. Long eyelashes tremble slightly, and you can sleep peacefully.

—

The next day, the willow tree beside the palace wall was swaying in the wind, leaning against the calamus, and a few warblers were circling in the air, occasionally calling twice.

Before the east, the waning moon was in the sky, Xie Huairou waited at the gate of the palace on the grounds that she was in a hurry, and brought numerous guards in and out of the palace. As soon as the gate of the palace opened, the ordinary official sedan chair carried Ji Yu back to the palace. .

The short stay at the Xiangfu Palace is over.

"Then," Ji Yu turned back, his eyes were shining like glass beads, the corners of his eyes were curved, he nodded lightly and said, "See you in the hall, Lord Right Xiang."

Xie Huairou smiled and nodded.

Ji Yu walked forward, and was soon surrounded by worried and warm-hearted palace maids and housekeepers.

She waved her hand to say goodbye to Xie Huairou, and did not look back. The soft morning light fell on her crescent-colored clothes, and a layer of shining golden light fell.

In an instant, even the most common female officials' clothes had the style of dragon robes.

Xie Huairou watched her leave.

It wasn't until she couldn't see her back anymore, she bowed her head for a few seconds, then turned around and sat in the official sedan chair back to the mansion.

—

Jiahe three years.

The autumn harvest has just passed, and the treasury is very rich.

Xie Huairou clenched her fist in one hand and held her face slightly, and gently and silently clasped the edge of the table with her right phalanx. This was a small gesture she was accustomed to when she was in a bad mood.

When Zhu Ye saw it, he became more attentive, pouring tea and water, and the movement was so small that there was almost no movement.

The small brocade box on the table was open, and the jade stamp inside was stained with bright red ink pad, but it was slowly drying out because it was not used for a long time.

Xie Huairou frowned, her eyes fixed on the memorial, not knowing what she was thinking.

National mourning is over.

This morning is the year of the first year, and it is time to choose a husband and a servant to set up a middle palace for the birth of the emperor's heir.

Dayan has not had a female emperor for a hundred years. Is the first criterion for a royal husband to be a family member or his own character and appearance, a prominent family, or is it better to choose the children of the poor family to prevent the disaster of foreign relatives?

Fight hard for this.

The important ministers quarreled in the court hall citing scriptures.

Early this morning, for this matter, the drought in Jizhou, the river bank that was washed away by the flood in the south, was put aside. All the ministers made their performances one after another, expressing their views on the proposed standards and dates for the primary selection of husband and servant.

The important ministers who have children of the right age in the family are scrambling to get people by their side.

There is also Chen Ruixi, a poor scholar who has just come up, shyly, when the hall expresses his desire to stay away from the court and concentrate on serving the king.

Xie Huairou lowered her eyelashes lightly, with no expression on her face, but her lips were tightly pressed into a line.

In her mind, Ji Yu sat on the dragon chair, held Chen Ruixi flat, and said, "I will definitely think more about Aiqing." The corners of her lips smirked.

The blank memorial was spread out in front of him.

She had absolutely no idea what to write about it.

Xie Huairou is neither a boy nor has any relatives of the right age at home, so he obviously has nothing to do with this matter, so why should he care.

After a while, she sighed softly, and stamped the arid Zhezi in Jizhou next to it with ink pad.

"…"

Out of the corner of the eye, he saw that the hot tea just brewed was replaced with a new cup.

But Xie Huairou didn't care.

Until a white hand stretched out, she picked up the memorial that she was about to present to Jin Shang as if no one else was there, and turned it over to herself.

Xie Huairou raised her eyes.

The whole person was stunned, "..."

This time, Ji Yu dressed more simply, with his long hair below the crown tied loosely at the back of his head, wearing a cyan tunic with elegant sleeves, and no lacquered sarong cap.

A simple gentleman's dress.

When her eyes met, she raised a slightly naughty smile, "Caomin greets Lord Right Prime Minister. I heard that the plums in your backyard are particularly plump this year. It must be a must for cooking wine, right?"

Xie Huairou "…"

After a few months, Ji Yu once again visited Xie Huairou's mansion privately.

In the next second, Xiaohong gently pushed open a gap between the door, she saw Ji Yu, and hurriedly walked in and said, "Master Chen, why did you come in first... Sit and drink tea, and wait for me to report back to my house first. Are you okay, sir?"

His tone was somewhat familiar with resentment.

Xie Huairou hurriedly interrupted her, "Okay, you go back first."

Xiaohong responded and put down the tea cup she had just brewed. After bowing and bowing, he retreated according to his words.

Ji Yu lowered his eyes, quickly finished scanning the contents of the memorial that he wanted to report to her, raised his lips and smiled, "I played it three or four times before and after about this matter, my sister really cares about the world."

She closed the memorial in her hand and put it back gently.

When she looked up, the corner of her eyes swept across her face.

Ji Yu sighed with a faint sigh, but didn't look at each other, "Everyone in the courtroom who can hand them up will keep their eyes on me."

When the words fell, he only looked at Xie Huairou's expression from under his long eyelashes.

Xie Huairou pursed her lips, as always, her calm face without any waves.

"…"

Ji Yu raised his eyebrows indiscernibly, tapped the rice paper with his hand, and turned around immediately, smiling sweetly, "Is your sister just practicing calligraphy?"

Xie Huairou followed her gaze to the piece of paper.

She couldn't remember the slightly unfamiliar "?" character before, but after checking it in the dictionary, she just wrote it a few times.

The literati of Dayan paid the most attention to calligraphy, and various fonts were fashionable.

Her words are not ugly, but among the civil officials of the Manchu Dynasty, they are solid and belong to the lowest grade.

After all, spelling takes a lot of time.

She came from a humble background. Although she studied hard and never slackened in her homework, she still couldn't compare with the children of the noble family who had been brought up in various Yaxing families in the Xian clan in terms of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Xie Huairou's long eyelashes drooped slightly, but she nodded without any rebuttal.

"Well, it's Zhong Yao who is here?" Ji Yu scrutinized her eyes carefully and said with a palm, "Elder sister's characters are between official script and regular script. They are quaint and elegant, and they are very interesting to taste carefully."

"It's not like learning official script, nor learning regular script," Xie Huairou curled her lips, of course she didn't dare to take her obviously exaggerated compliment, "I am really ashamed."

Ji Yu didn't say anything.

She casually took a slender bamboo-staffed Langhao pen from the pen holder next to her, and dipped the pen and ink on the inkstone that was about to dry up.

With her wrist hanging flat, the tip of the pen followed the end of her two lines, dropping a "?".

I didn't write fast or slow, and I didn't write very carefully and carefully at all.

But it is like the Zhong Yao character that has been copied for a long time.

Xie Huairou looked at the calligraphy font of Zhong Yao, which was different from hers. He couldn't help lowering his head, holding back the smile on his lips.

Ji Yu is the best at small letters, and her characters are especially good at her words in front of her.

Xie Huairou raised her eyes with a smile on her lips, "Chen..."

Flattery is just getting started.

The next second, Ji Yu put the pen in her hand, held her hand, and moved to stand diagonally behind her.

"I'm here to teach my sister."

Like a teacher who enlightens young children, she patiently teaches her to write and is familiar with brushwork.

Xie Huairou was startled and could not help but take a breath.

The tip of the pen landed on the rice paper, but she had no intention of feeling how the swivel hook should exert force when she was running the pen.

"Concentrate," Ji Yu said softly in her ear with a half-smile but not anger. Her body was close to her back, and her arms were still empty around her waist, "My sister is holding the pen too hard."

Xie Huairou didn't say a word, she trembled involuntarily when the breath brushed behind her ears.

After a while, he answered in a low voice.

The tone is still gentle and elegant, but the white skin from the earlobe to the neck is full of pink. Attractive a kiss Fang Ze.

Ji Yu's eyes flashed, and he held her hand to teach her to finish the second word slowly.

When she turned her face slightly, her lips softly and silently touched the place where the back of her neck bulged slightly due to her bowing her head.

Short, light, shallow kisses.

Xie Huairou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pen in his hand loosened for a moment, then quickly held it again.

I noticed something, but it seemed like nothing happened. The website has been changed, the website has been changed, the website has been changed, everyone re-collects the new website, the new computer version, after everyone saves it, open it at the new website, the old website will not be able to open in the future,