Fast time travel: the sick villain pretends to be kind

Chapter 38
Pei Huaizhi raised his eyes lazily, his thick black eyes flicked across the woman's face, the woman smiled shyly, "Who is it?"

Everyone in the harem looks alike, but none of them are her.

He didn't even bother to remember who they were.

For this matter, his little ancestor scolded him for several days, calling him a scumbag, but he just smiled and didn't explain to her.

If his little ancestor wanted it, she could also have the most beautiful boys in the world.

It has nothing to do with love or debt, it's just the resources they enjoy in this position.

The woman whispered tenderly, as nimbly as a lark, "My concubine, Chen Guiren, did not intend to disturb Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Pei Huaizhi just took a look and became a little bored, "Okay, kneel down. Wei Deshan, you brought Zhaoyang into the palace for me, and learned how to race horses at a young age, do you have the self-consciousness of a girl!"

She should be quiet these two days, don't get hurt on her birthday.

Otherwise, he would not have a peaceful life again.

Chen Guiren lowered his eyes, thinking that His Majesty should be a woman who likes gentleness and carelessness, so he knelt obediently, and his movements became more and more gentle.

Pei Huaizhi glanced at Chen Guiren's back, seeing that Wei Deshan hadn't left yet, his voice became sharper, "Now my words won't work anymore?"

Outside the red-walled palace, the willows are green in early spring, and there is a little breeze.

On the bustling street, loud and distinctive cries attract curious pedestrians, and the steaming steamer adds a bit of fantasy to the long street.

"Ma'am, my lord, I never thought that the capital city would be so prosperous, it's no worse than our southern city of Lan." The handsome servant looked around curiously, and introduced to the two masters in the carriage, "Hey, that's... the palace driver!"

The expressions of the two people in the carriage changed, and they opened the curtain of the carriage one after another to look over.

Not far from the long street, there are at least a hundred guards driving the mighty car. The guards are all wearing Ouchi guard uniforms and holding horizontal knives.

In front is a man in eunuch uniform leading the horse, after leading the horse is leading the horse, and after that is the square chariot in which the princess rides.

The square car is very exquisite, the carriage is like a room, with red silk as the curtain, there is a door in front of the car, and tulle hangs down as a cover, looking into the distance, there is a small figure faintly.

The roof is bow-backed, with eaves on all sides, and the eaves are decorated with tassels, which is extremely luxurious.

The animals driving the shaft are six beautiful and strong white horses.

The people on the road avoided one after another, and for a while, there was no difference in the limelight.

"Princess Zhaoyang, you really are a mighty Long En." Before she retracted her eyes, the woman came to a conclusion, "Shaoheng, if you meet him in the future, you must remember to back down."

Six horses have always been the rule of the emperor's chariot.

Yuan Huaili's immature face was calm, and he responded obediently, "Mother, don't worry, Shaoheng will remember."

"Since His Majesty pampers Princess Zhaoyang so much, he must also listen to Princess Zhaoyang's opinions on the matter of the draft."

The woman's eyes lit up, "You mean... If Princess Zhaoyang hates your sister, His Majesty will not choose..."

Yuan Huaili nodded slightly, his whole body was quiet and introverted, not like a seven-year-old child at all.

"But... your elder sister has already entered the palace, we have no way to tell her." The woman lowered her eyes again and sighed, "If it wasn't for His Majesty's order to ask the Yuan family to give birth to a daughter, how could your elder sister..."

Yuan Huaili frowned slightly, then lowered his eyebrows, and for a moment, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

"Mother, go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion first. Tomorrow is Princess Zhaoyang's birthday. The palace banquet will be held for three days, and the draft will be held three days later." Yuan Huaili explained slowly, "This is what His Majesty said five years ago when he pardoned the world. Mother usually doesn't pay attention to these things."

"Okay! Go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion first." The woman forced a smile on her gentle face, "Having not gone back for more than ten years, they... don't know if they will see us."

She, Li Wanyue, is the daughter of the Prime Minister's poor wife, but she is also the most unfavored daughter. The daughters of her aunts in the family are treated better than her. She was kidnapped back then, and happened to be rescued by Yuan Wu.

They fell in love on the road, and Yuan Wu wanted to go home and marry her after three letters and six ceremonies, but her father packed her up and gave it to Yuan Wu, and even gave Yuan Wu 100 taels of silver, telling them not to go back.

At that time, her father was an official of the third rank, and now, her father was an official of the first rank.

But her father didn't know that Yuan Wu's Yuan belonged to the Yuan family's richest man in the south.

Several people drove to the Prime Minister's Mansion, a short distance, and walked for more than half an hour.

In front of the prime minister's mansion, Li Wanyue held Yuan Huaili's hand. Although she didn't have any expensive ornaments on her body, she was rich and arrogant.

"Please inform me that Li Wanyue and her son are visiting the prime minister."

The servant: "Wait a moment."

After a while, the servant ran back quickly, with a troubled expression on his face, "Sorry, madam, my lord won't see you."

"Please explain, the wife of the current head of the Yuan family in the south and the young master returned home to visit the prime minister."

The servant's expression changed instantly, "Young master, wait a moment, the younger one will go right away."

Li Wanyue lowered her head and smiled and praised Yuan Huaili, "Shaoheng is really smart."

Yuan Huaili: "...Mother has a great reputation."

He didn't quite understand how his father and his mother got together.

Of course, he didn't mean to disrespect his mother.

Just curious.

After a while, a 50-year-old man in regular clothes hurried out, looked at Li Wanyue and Yuan Huaili, and then smiled, "Wanrong! I haven't seen you for so many years. Seeing that you are doing well, Dad is relieved."

"...Father, my name is Wanyue."

"..." Prime Minister Li couldn't hold back his face, and quickly put on a sad look, "Oh, I remembered wrongly, you also have an elder sister named Wanrong, but she died young, what a pity."

Li Wanyue: "...Father, don't be sad."

She's not too smart, but she's not a fool either.

When her mother scolded her father, she mentioned that her father didn't wash his feet when he slept, and that he dropped rice grains when he ate, but she never scolded him for having a child named Wanrong.

Yuan Huaili looked away, and the three words 'Prime Minister's Mansion' flashed across his quiet eyes.

He didn't think the old man in front of him was worthy of being a prime minister.

He was rather curious about what the emperor who ruled the world and spanned nine continents and seventeen countries looked like, and why a man in charge of the world would be so arrogant and indulge that Princess Zhaoyang.

Princess Zhaoyang, what is unique about her?
After all, it shouldn't be.

in the palace.

Just as Yici entered Hanlong Palace, Pei Huaizhi rushed back with her sleeves stained with the fragrance of flowers.

In the past five years, Pei Huaizhi not only faded away from his youthfulness, but also became more majestic as an emperor. Without talking or smiling, people dare not approach him, dare not look directly at him and blaspheme him.

Only, except Yici.

"I heard you like horse racing recently?" Pei Huaizhi approached Yici, sat on the main seat, and took the hot tea from the maid, "This year, for your birthday, Daddy will give you a hunting ground, and then another horse farm...and another one." Qian private guard, how is it?"

The eight-year-old girl's facial features gradually opened up, and her appearance was bright. Yici did not change her riding outfit. The red riding outfit made her skin like snow, and her black pupils were black, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

"It's probably time for a minister to impeach you again." Yici gloated, "Father, when do you plan to make me... the empress dowager?"

Pei Huaizhi's phoenix eyes cast a disdainful glance at the palace servants in Hanlong's palace. The palace servants shrank and knelt down, not daring to breathe. Wei Deshan also knelt down, with his head firmly on the ground.

For a moment, the only sound in the hall was the sound of Yici drinking tea, the lid of the cup rubbing against the cup.

(End of this chapter)