The white moonlight of the paranoid tyrant was stolen

Chapter 89 Mask
At this time, the General's Mansion was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and red silk was hung on the four walls of the mansion, which looked extraordinarily festive.

Gu Ruzhen hasn't dressed up today, and her long hair is loosely tied and not pulled up. In her hand is a newly delivered travel journal.

The writing skills of these scholars are excellent, and they can describe a majestic scene in just a dozen words. Looking at it, she unconsciously remembered many things.

Her father didn't remarry, so she didn't feel the backyard fight at that time.

Until in Chu Lichen's harem, she watched those women use all kinds of means in order for Chu Lichen to see them, and most of these methods were disgraceful.

They were trapped in a square city, and their only target was Chu Lichen.

Gu Ruzhen turned over a page, her gaze fell on the dense text in a daze.

She sometimes thinks, if these women all go out to have a look, like a scholar who can study, seeing all the mountains, flowing water, and flowers...then will they still fight to the death for Chu Lichen?

Probably not. On the day Chu Lichen was named King Shun'an, many concubines left him and chose to return home, or took money to live in other places.

As long as they have the ability to choose, they will choose a different path from that time.

"Lingxiao, stop!"

As soon as Wu Zhu finished speaking, the sound of messy things being knocked to the ground came from the yard.

Gu Ruzhen put down her diary, walked out, then knelt down and beckoned.

Ling Xiao stopped with his paws, blinked his eyes, and then ran towards her biting the string in his mouth, even wagging his tail.

Seeing this scene, Wu Zhu felt a little hard to explain, her cousin also raised a tiger, but in her impression the cousin raised was very fierce, even if the cousin approached, he would only get a supercilious look and a few A threatening growl.

Why is it completely different when you come to Gu Niangniang?

Is this still a tiger?Don't be His Majesty's specially chosen dog with the appearance of a tiger?

Gu Ruzhen picked up the rope it was biting, only to find that there was a black mask tied to the rope.

Because he was bitten by Ling Xiao and ran around, the edges of the mask were worn away.

The tea on the stone table in the yard was overturned, and other flower pots that had bloomed on the shelf also fell to the ground.

She picked up the back of Ling Xiao's neck and threw it into the cage.

After that, he picked up the mask and walked inside thoughtfully.

Sitting on the Luohan bed, she carefully stroked the cracked lines on the mask with her hands, and the lines looked like blackened blood that had been stained many years ago.

"Your Majesty, why don't I ask this servant to see if I can find someone to fix it?" Ruotong noticed carefully that she was looking at the mask all the time, so she asked aloud.

Gu Ruzhen shook her head, "No, there's no need to fix it anymore."

This mask was worn by Qingxuan's slave, and it belonged to Qin Li, who was still a slave at that time.

She also picked this up on the edge of a cliff, and she believed that he was dead.

The status of a slave is humble, and since the moment she became a slave, the mask will not leave her face. She knows where this rule comes from, but they say that because the status of a slave is extremely humble, she is not worthy to show her face in front of the master.

So during that time, she didn't see his real appearance.

I only remember his pair of narrow and sharp eyes, and his deep and hoarse voice.

The memory that can be carried away in a few words is actually not so easy, is it?

Gu Ruzhen pressed the position of her temple with her hand, walked down and poured a cup of strong tea to drink, and then she gradually regained her senses.

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After several days of observation, Zuo Qiuju finally discovered the secret.

It was a dark and windy night, Emperor Tianqin finished grading papers as usual, took out a basket from under the wooden table, and prepared to make papers according to the books he collected.

He had given up the most cumbersome and beautiful one in favor of something a little simpler.

As soon as he picked up silk threads of different colors and wound them together, Zuo Qiuju walked in with ginseng soup, and the air suddenly fell into an extreme stagnation.

Although Zuo Qiuju reacted very quickly as if he didn't see it, and put down the ginseng soup and left quickly, he still couldn't escape.

When he saw a basket of silk threads that had been messed up early the next morning, he pinched the flesh on his thigh until it was so painful that tears overflowed before he could hold back his smile. You need to learn how to play all the nets in several books.

In order not to let the head on his neck leave him, Zuo Qiuju did not eat or drink day and night, and forgot to eat and sleep to study.

The good news is, I don't know whether it's because of his extraordinary talent or his life is in the first place, but he has learned how to break out at a critical moment.

Upon learning of this matter, Emperor Tianqin not only did not show joy, but could even see extremely subtle anger in his eyes.

After several months of learning, he is still at the stage of untangling the silk thread. The soft silk thread has its own ideas in his hands, knotting everywhere as if it has life.

As expected, Zuo Qiuju had been with Emperor Tian Qin for many years, when he saw the look in his eyes, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he was busy trying to find words in his mind to flatter him.

He showed a flattering smile and said, "Your Majesty is busy with political affairs and has a lot of time to deal with. How can he have time to take care of this inconspicuous little thing? It's just that slaves have time to learn so quickly when they are idle."

In fact, this flattery is not good, but this is already the most appropriate words that Zuo Qiuju came up with at this time.

The man rolled his eyelids, glanced at him, then waved his hand to let him go.

After dinner, he ordered Zuoqiu to gather at the side to do the netting. Every step was very detailed, and he followed it up.

This kind of efficiency is really extremely high, Zuo Qiuju was worried that His Majesty would get angry and fork him out if he couldn't keep up, so he chose a simpler knot.

He turned his head with a smile, and showed the man the already laid net, "Your Majesty, the servant has already laid it... hiss..."

He widened his eyes, looking at the "knot" in the man's eyes in disbelief, let's call this ball of thread a knot.

This is impossible, he looked back at every step, how did His Majesty manage to tie a flat knot into a ball of thread?

"A-actually, this is already pretty good. I didn't sleep all night when I practiced this, so I can make it look like this." Zuo Qiuju secretly pulled a silk thread, and pulled the net that he had already tied. Only in a mess.

"Continue." The man put the tied ball of thread aside expressionlessly, and pulled out a few more threads.

Over and over again, his feet were filled with colorful balls of thread.

But it is not without gains. From the completely messy ball of thread at the beginning to the barely visible appearance now, it is already a great improvement.

(End of this chapter)