I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 29 He is the emperor, not a rag collector
[Yan Kang, a minor flagman of the Imperial Guard, was punished with 100 military sticks for violating military regulations and was expelled from the Imperial Guard.]

[Tsk tsk, after a hundred blows of military sticks, Yan Kang will be crippled if not dead.]

Chu Liuzheng, who was working the night shift at Wenhua Hall, brightened up his eyes and silently gave Xiao Xiazi a thumbs up.

Who is Yan Kang?

Xiao Jingfan, who heard the inner voice, turned his eyes to the woman who was slacking off in front of him again, and said with a light cough: "Grind the ink."

Chu Liuzheng stopped gossiping and turned to look at Manager Zhou.

——I’m calling you, come on.

Zhou Yuande thought to himself that the emperor was not calling him, so why should he go up?
He stood still and winked at Chu Liuzheng.

——His Majesty is calling you, go quickly!

Chu Liuzheng...didn't move either.

[Why should I work two jobs for one salary? The tyrant didn't mention any names.]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

He couldn't help but reflect on it. Could it be that he really didn't get enough monthly salary?

The result of Zhou Yuande and Chu Liuzheng not moving was that Caiyue moved.

She walked forward, rolled up her smoky pink sleeves to reveal her fair white wrists, poured a teaspoon of tea onto the inkstone, then picked up the cinnabar ink stick with two fingers and began to grind it.

The beauty lowered her head with a gentle posture, inadvertently revealing her fair and delicate neck, which was dazzling.

With a slight turn of the white wrist, the ink dissolves into the water.

The long and curly eyelashes, like butterfly wings, flutter gently with the fragrance, stirring the hearts of others.

Xiao Jingfan glanced sideways at the beauty beside him, his eyes moving slightly.

[Oh~ I’m watching it, I’m watching it! ]

[Wow! Sister Caiyue can actually seduce people, she is so secretive. 】

[This kind of "woman, you have caught my attention" evil eyes, it turns out that the tyrant likes this kind. Tsk tsk, the little beauty adds fragrance to her red sleeves, I would love it too. 】

The corner of Xiao Jingfan's eye twitched. Why does this woman think about all kinds of nonsense all day long? Can she think about something serious?
[Hey, why is the tyrant not moving? ]

[According to the usual routine of a tyrannical monarch falling in love with me, shouldn't the tyrant hug the little beauty into his arms, then wave his hand to let everyone leave, and check with the little beauty whether the imperial desk is solid or not? ]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

[Could it be that the rumors are true, and the reason why the tyrant doesn't often go to the harem is because he's not good at that? ]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

He is very good!

[Strange, there is no such thing in the system. Let me see. Last time, the Tyrant and Chun Zhaoyi...]

"Cough cough cough!" Xiao Jingfan suddenly coughed violently, attracting everyone in Wenhua Hall to look over.

Caiyue even stepped forward and considerately reached out to help Xiao Jingfan touch his chest.

[Ouch~ I got it! I got it!]

Chu Liuzheng's almond-shaped eyes are bright.

[Tyrant, hurry up and grab the beauty's delicate hands! ]

The tyrant did not grab him, but instead brushed away the hand that was touching his chest.

He stared at the maid in front of him and asked coldly, "Did you use perfume powder?"

Caiyue's cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head slightly and said, "Yes."

No wonder I felt bored just now.

Xiao Jingfan covered his nose in disgust and ordered in a cold voice: "Drag him away and wash him clean in the Moon Pool!"

The Moon Pond is a small artificial pond behind the Wenhua Hall. It is named after its crescent-shaped pond. There are several water lilies planted in it and a dozen red carps raised. Xiao Jingfan often goes there for a walk when he is tired of reviewing memorials.

It was late autumn, the night wind was blowing, and the water was freezing cold.

[Tsk tsk, sending people to take a cold shower in the middle of the night, does the tyrant know what it means to be gentle and considerate to women? ]

Love the fragrance and cherish the jade?

Xiao Jingfan looked at Caiyue, who was being held by two eunuchs, with almsgiving. Just looking at her face, she cursed him in her heart for liking this woman. How could she expect him to have pity on her?

He is the emperor, not a rag collector.

If Caiyue knew that Emperor Shunguang compared her to rags, she would cry so hard that two Great Walls would fall down. Even now, she was not feeling much better. Tears were sliding down her fair face like beads, and her frightened face made her look really pitiful.

Chu Liuzheng raised his eyebrows secretly.

This girl's level is higher than the previous ones. Look at her, she is crying silently without making any noise. Even she can't bear to see it. Maybe she can really make the tyrant soften his heart.

It is impossible to be soft-hearted.

Xiao Jingfan felt the dull fragrance lingering around him, making him feel upset.

He threw the memorial aside and said irritably, "Prepare some water and take a bath."

Zhou Yuande quickly ordered people to prepare.

Chu Liuzheng felt that there was nothing left for him to do, so he followed Zhou Yuande out, but he heard a voice from behind: "Come back."

Chu Liuzheng consciously stepped aside and said to Zhou Yuande, "Eunuch Zhou, His Majesty is calling you."

Zhou Yuande: “…”

Your Majesty is clearly calling you.

He gave Chu Liuzheng a look that urged him to behave himself, and walked out of the palace.

Chu Liuzheng: “…”

[Damn it! You dead eunuch have no loyalty! You left me alone to face the coming storm!]

Chu Liuzheng took a deep breath, turned around, walked back to the desk, bowed his head and knelt, "I respectfully listen to the emperor's instructions."

Xiao Jingfan stared at her for a moment, and uttered two words from his thin lips: "Grind ink."

"only."

[Grind ink, grind ink, grind ink again, can you use up all this ink? 】

Looking at the woman beside him who kept cursing him in her heart but showed no sign of impatience, Xiao Jingfan raised his eyebrows and said, "Pour it out and grind it again."

Chu Liuzheng: “…”

Okay, okay, you can be willful as an emperor, right?
She followed instructions and poured the ink on the inkstone into the porcelain jar in the corner. She wiped the surface of the inkstone clean before walking back and grinding the ink carefully.

Xiao Jingfan didn't review the memorials either. He just supported his head with one hand and looked at her lazily, his eyes sliding from her fair and smooth face to his hand.

These hands, with skin as white as jade and slender fingers, are a pair of beautiful hands, very suitable for doing elegant things.

The hands just now seemed white.

Xiao Jingfan frowned as he recalled, he had only taken a glance just now and had no impression of it.

But they probably wouldn't be as pretty as the hands I have now.

Chu Liuzheng's back was slightly stiff, and Xiao Jingfan's stare at him made the hairs on his body stand on end.

[Why are you staring at my hands, Tyrant? I'm not being lazy! ]

[The tyrant, don't you think my hand is pretty and want to cut it off and make it into a collection? ]

【Oh, no! ! ! 】

Xiao Jingfan, who simply thought the hand was pretty and wanted to take a closer look, said: "..."

He shifted his gaze back to Chu Liuzheng's face and asked, "Why don't you use perfume powder?"

Chu Liuzheng put down the ink stick, bowed before saying, "Your Majesty, I don't like it."

[Is it because I don’t like it? It’s because the powder is expensive! It’s really expensive!!]

[I worked so hard for a month and only earned five taels of silver. I had to spend more than two taels just on favors. The rest was used to prepare for sudden illness or accidents. How could I dare to spend it casually?]

[Besides, I still have to save money to retire from the palace, so I don’t want to waste money on these rouge and powder.]

Xiao Jingfan was no longer surprised by the inconsistency of the woman beside him.

This woman will be serving the emperor for a long time, so it is better for her not to use those perfumes to save his nose from suffering.

Seeing that Xiao Jingfan stopped asking questions, Chu Liuzheng picked up the ink stick again and continued grinding the ink.

[Hold on, hold on, the tyrant will become bald sooner or later! ]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

"Your Majesty, Yude Hall is ready." Zhou Yuande said outside the hall, "Your Majesty, please move."

(End of this chapter)