The apex pet of the sick lady

Chapter 162 Gentle and Merry Regent VS Puppet Little Emperor (1)

Above the court hall, civil and military officials stood on both sides, and a mighty dragon chair was placed on the high steps. Two golden dragons were coiled on the armrests on both sides of the dragon chair, with bright eyes and lifelike.

And sitting on this dragon chair was a young man who looked a bit thin.

The boy was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, and the majestic dragon robe didn't suit him a bit.

He has a very beautiful face, bright and charming red phoenix eyes that are slightly raised, a tall nose, thin lips like petals, white and transparent skin, a slender neck with graceful lines, and ebony-like black hair covered by a satin Belt behind.

Those jet-black eyes were pure ink, with a clear luster, and those lips without a trace of curvature seemed a little indifferent, and his indifferent look made his beauty even more abstinence-like allure.

Today's saint, Xiangchen, is just over sixteen years old and has been on the throne for more than three years. His biological mother, Concubine Ning, died of illness ten years ago.

Xiang Chen, the Seventh Prince of that year, was adopted under the name of the current Empress Dowager, the former imperial concubine Wei Zi.

Concubine Ning has the reputation of being the most beautiful woman in the world, like a goddess of the nine heavens, like a fox demon who bewitches the world, and her son Xiangchen is even better than her.

Civil and military officials looked at this face every day for more than three years, and they were still fascinated by it.

Behind the dragon chair hangs a tulle of the same color, and behind the tulle sits an elegant and noble silhouette.

She was wearing a bright red palace dress, with jasper-chan and phoenix hairpins hanging obliquely on her temples, and her ten fingers were dyed with vermilion Koudan, which made her slender fingertips even more white.

Today's Empress Dowager Wei Zi, just over 13 years old, married into the East Palace at the age of 16, became an imperial concubine at the age of 20, lost her son, at the age of 27, she took the initiative to adopt Xiang Chen, who had just lost her mother, to her own name, and at the age of [-], the late emperor passed away. Among the wolves, tigers and leopards, he supported Xiangchen to ascend the throne and listened to the government behind a curtain.

Wei Zi is undoubtedly a legendary figure, no one will underestimate this beautiful and frail woman.

Wei Zi sat behind the tulle, sipping fragrant tea lightly, her charming eyebrows and eyes were calm and sharp.

"I would like to report to the Empress Dowager, Your Majesty, now that Your Majesty has passed the age of weakness, if he is no longer in power, I am afraid it will make people laugh."

The topic of controversy in the court these days is the matter of the current Holy Majesty's power.

Your Majesty just passed the weak crown a few days ago, and he no longer needs the Queen Mother to listen to the government behind a curtain, and can take power.

But the queen mother has been slow to delegate power, and even the jade seal has not been returned to her majesty.

There are rumors outside that Wei Zi is usurping power and messing up the government, and the rooster rules the morning.

It's already halfway through the morning court today, and the debate on this issue has been going on for a long time.

Most of the forces in the court belong to Wei Zi.

It is said that there is only one party that allows Xiang Chen to take power, and that is Yan Zhe, the grandson of the current Taifu.

He confronted nearly ten civil servants by himself, and argued hard with them, but it was hard for him to speak out ten words, and he was frequently defeated, which was horrible.

Besides, Yan Zhe is still a dumb guy, after all, he can only reply with those two sentences, which is a waste of time.

Xiang Chen wanted to pull Yan Zhe to stop arguing with those eloquent civil servants.

"Bah."

A slight sound made everyone present stop their voices.

Wei Zi put the teacup in her hand on the marble table, her clear and pleasant voice exuded a powerful aura.

"My dear friends say that His Majesty's current ability can already take power, and Aijia wants to ask His Majesty." She asked unhurriedly, "Your Majesty said it himself, can you?"

Xiang Chen: ...

Xiang Chen could only remain silent.

To say 'can' is to tear faces with the queen mother, to say 'no' is to deny one's own ability, and it will be a laughing stock if it is spread out.

Wei Zi laughed, but no one heard it except Xiang Chen sitting in front of her.

Wei Zi hid the contempt in her eyes, and moved her eyes through the tulle to the position where the officials were standing.

Besides the Queen Mother and Your Majesty, there is a special person in the court.

There is also a wide chair on the steps on the right. On the wide chair, a man in white robe sits casually. He sits in a casual posture. His long fingers that look like jade are carelessly propping his forehead, and his hair is like a waterfall of black hair hanging down to his waist. Weiwan, he didn't wear court clothes, he was wearing a white robe casually, the skirt was half open, and he could see the snow-white tunic underneath.

Such a bohemian, not to mention the early court, even ordinary people would not dress like this when they go out on the street.

What's different from this casual attire is that the man's face is extraordinarily gentle and gentle, his beautiful and handsome eyebrows are closed, and his fine and soft eyelashes hang obediently on his lower eyelids. His sleeping face is very peaceful and peaceful, as if this is not The treacherous court is a fairyland of singing birds and fragrant flowers.

The thin pink lips, which seemed to be dyed with a layer of powder, were slightly curved, and he had a smile on his lips, which made him look more tender and affectionate.

A hint of obsession flashed across Wei Zi's eyes, her voice was slightly hoarse, and she said, "What did the Regent say?"

The man who had been sleeping with his eyes closed from the beginning to the end slowly opened his eyelids and glanced up.

His eyes first fell on Xiang Chen's face, and after a pause of two seconds, he looked at the outline of the woman cast on the tulle.

He sat up straight, "Sorry, what did the queen mother say just now? The king is asleep."

It was so natural that only the Regent dared to show this attitude in front of the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother has always 'indulged' the Regent.

"Your Majesty wants to take power, Aijia asked the regent's opinion."

Fable turned his gaze to Xiang Chen, those black eyes that seemed to be foggy could not see through emotions, but when Xiang Chen saw those eyes, he felt very gentle.

Fable paused for a few seconds, then pushed the question to Wei Zi, "The queen mother can decide for herself, as you all know, this king doesn't like to meddle in other people's business."

Wei Zi smiled, but the smile disappeared very quickly, and said coldly: "We will discuss this matter later, if there is something to do, let's play, and if there is nothing to do, we will leave the court!"

"..." There was a complete silence below.

Eunuch Jin stepped forward and raised his voice in a high-pitched voice, "Back—to—"

"The Prince Regent and Ai's family came to the Imperial Study." Wei Zi left the court hall directly through the passage behind the tulle.

Fable raised her delicate eyebrows, glanced at Xiang Chen again, and followed Wei Zi.

Xiang Chen followed Fable to the imperial study.

No matter what, he is His Majesty, no matter what Wei Zi has in mind, she must be a qualified queen mother on the surface.

Every morning after the court, Wei Zi would take Xiang Chen to the imperial study, and the news spread outside that the Empress Dowager was teaching His Majesty how to handle political affairs.

Only Xiangchen knew that he had no part in the memorial at all, and Wei Zi would explain to him every time some trivial and trivial matters.

Xiang Chen was walking behind Fable. He was thinking about things with his head down, and when he realized it, Fable was no longer in front of him.

He paused in his footsteps, and looked back, behind Fable's hands, his footsteps were light and light, a white robe was casually placed on his body, but the inner jacket was tightly worn, so the outer white robe would not reveal anything if it was loose.

The soft long hair raised a slight arc with the wind, seeing him looking over, the warm eyes slightly curved, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

(End of this chapter)