MTL - This Cannon Fodder is Covered by Me!-Chapter 137 I covered this minister
After hearing about the new punishment, King Yi, who had brought the crime, moved to tears almost immediately.
The officials were dutifully stopped in front of them, and the people in the room obviously had no plans to come out again. Lu Deng stood at the door for a while, and finally dismissed the question of whether he could change the copy of the book back to a cane, dutifully waved his sleeves, and hummed away.
The arrogant young king was aggressive, his steps were large and fast, and his clothes were windy. If you don't take a closer look, I'm afraid you can't really see that the left leg is slightly sloppy.
Withdrawing his gaze from the back, Gu Ai dumbfounded in the room, and ran into the curtain.
The subordinate officer went out to speak, but he stalked behind the curtain. If it is spread, the reputation of the minister and the cool official is probably unnecessary.
The paperwork has been piled on the ground, and the busy things have been piled up into the mountains. Gu Zheng converged, and sat back around the table, letting his thoughts fall on the official business, and wrote a correction.
When Lu Deng was out of the Guozijian, he was carefully boarded by a servant on the courthouse.
The injuries on the body will never be lighter, the left shoulder hurts the bones, and the waist is slammed again. There are countless large and small abrasions, and the elbows and knees have not fallen into a good place.
After all, it was a horse crashing on the street. If it didn't respond quickly, then the little baby was seriously injured and died, or he broke his waist and broke his leg. Now that is the case, the old lady doctors at Tai Hospital have even called Fortunately.
The system is so distressed that it will copy the data stream and go to fight with the protagonist's system. Lu Deng calmed down patiently, looked at the full screen crying, but still used analgesics that he did not want to touch.
He wasn't actually scared.
The pain is not really good, but after all, it can make people feel that they are really alive. The current body can't immediately adjust his own data. Although the environment is relatively safe, he still feels instinctively uneasy until he is completely familiar with the control of the body.
Not to mention the use of analgesics, it can also interfere with shielding motion sensing that is not very autonomous.
I haven't been able to see the other side until now. Lu Deng lowered his head and slowly stroked the wooden sign. Thinking of the punishment just changed, he couldn't help but had some headaches again, and sighed very lightly.
If it is a problem, the system can still help a little bit-copying, but only by yourself.
Lu Deng was lucky, knocking on the system in his head: "Is my person ... is it a special wayward not to do homework?"
system:. . °° (≧ □ ≦) °°. .
Land Light: ...
This is probably the meaning of having to write.
I want to come. When the emperor was alive at the time, he almost gave the highest privilege to Gu Yi, and even the prince violated the law. The new emperor has only succeeded for two years. Gu Yi ’s power has not been shaken, and it is still the entire court. The mainstay of the word can easily be done at will.
Everyone is afraid of this iron-faced minister, and Lu Chengru is no exception. He is just a good-tempered man, not an unwilling temper to take the initiative to die, and can be beaten by copying a book, and it is probably a very joyous thing to put in a person.
After all, it ’s ten days banned, and there ’s nothing to do at home. It just happened that it ’s not the turn of the ancient world to take on tasks. I have n’t practiced writing for a long time, so I ’m practicing at home.
Lu Deng reluctantly comforted himself, touched the handwriting on the wooden sign, and put the wooden sign next to him.
These signs are in accordance with the code handwritten by Gu Ji, and the carpenters of the whole city were engraved word by word, red lacquered wax seals, which were used to order the torture.
It's just a trial now. I heard that when the decree is finalized, it will be necessary to take an iron plate to engrav. Even if the nobleman and the aristocrat got this brand, they can only bow their heads honestly.
That sounds great.
The light of the land was fascinating, and the corners of his lips could not help but tilted upwards, and quietly raised the curtain to look out.
Fearing the little prince who was not badly injured, the carriage went slowly. Outside the curtain was the immense wall of the Great Red Palace, which dazzled people's eyes.
At present, Lu Chengru has not yet won the crown and cannot go out to open the palace. The so-called Yiwang Mansion is in a remote corner of the palace, and it is a place that no one can hinder.
Lu Chengru always suspected that he was unwilling to go back there, fooling around with those outside the palace. But at night, he was still frightened by the rules of Gu Jieding and the former royal family who could not stay outside, and had to confess to living in that deserted palace.
It was getting late, and the carriage stepped over half of Miyagi.
After the bustling Purple Temple, past the Yanyi Pavilion, the carriage whirled around the large Royal Garden, and hurriedly exited the Linhua Gate, and finally stopped outside a courtyard in the deserted backyard. under.
Lu Deng was helped out of the car and looked up at the palace where he was currently living.
Although the location is remote, Xian Huang did not treat the younger brother harshly. The royal palace is also a carved beam of Yishui. It is always empty in the backyard, and the place is scary. The courtyard is empty and there are wind lanterns. Several rooms are lit, and the rest are out. Everything is dark. Invisible.
It ’s just that you have to wait for a little prince who has not yet won the title, and there is no room or room. According to the new law, it is not allowed to use more than 50 servants-fifty people are naturally more than enough to serve one, but fifty people have to take the big palace. The hospital was full, and it was too bad.
The empty royal palace, which is much larger than the entire manor in the next generation, is in front of the eyes, and everyone is scattered. The night is down, and there is almost no popularity.
Lu Deng cautiously stepped back a half step, and vaguely gave birth to the idea of snatching a horse arrogantly, arbitrarily dispersing the patrol guards, and then running out across the wall.
"Host, I've cleaned it up, it doesn't hurt to live!"
The system quickly made a noise, listed the map on the house for him, and introduced him carefully from the beginning: "The host's bedroom is over there, the study is next to each other, and the waiters also mainly let them go around and look in. It ’s scary. The kitchen does n’t catch fire, some banquet rooms come with a sample ... The host is a sample of the uncle, there are so many delicious food! "
"Thank you ... it sounds much better."
Lu Deng was dumb, and Wen Sheng thanked him. Suddenly I remembered that I had forgotten my temper when I was rescued, and I quickly checked my heart, but found that the evaluation score was still not penalized: "Isn't this ooc?"
"The host is now injured, unwell, and it is normal to lose his temper."
The system flipped through the background and read him the scoring criteria: "As long as it can be logically made, it is not considered ooc-the host can rest assured that if it is really illogical, it will give a warning in advance and will not Points are penalized for not paying attention. "
Listening to it, Lu Deng felt a little relieved. He was holding his servant and holding his breath carefully to help him. He didn't push it away, but he was lifted back to the bedroom unsmilingly.
In this palace, Lu Chengru is almost a complete outsider.
Fighting for power is not something that touches him, and holding high and low is irrelevant to him. Regardless of the prince's family who seized the power to seize power or the concubine who secretly rushed through the harem all day, he ignored him completely. If it weren't for the occasion of the New Year's Eve, we would have to see the royal family dinner again, I'm afraid that we would forget that there is still such a person.
The servants who came to serve also knew in their hearts that it was nothing more than a routine waiter. It was easier to wait for a little prince than to wait for any mother. Although other things are not good to take, but they will not lose their lives because they are confused.
So no one really cares about him.
Whether it was Lu Chengru's arrogance on the street, or he had to go to Guozijian to receive the punishment in person, or he was obviously injured and was going to take good care of him, but he was so embarrassed that he didn't want to eat and didn't wait for people to serve. I will ask one more question, and just leave the bedroom without saying a word to the little lord Wang.
There was no one around him who would be there to serve at any time, and Lu Deng finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumped on the soft big bed that the system had specially changed.
The bedroom has been transformed by the system, and the special effects of camouflage have been added. It still looks like a hard carved wooden bed and a smoky charcoal basin. It is still as comfortable as a modern air-conditioned room. thing.
Lu Deng quietly bought two sets of out-of-print skins that were restricted to purchase. He lay on the bed for a while and felt better, so he got up and went to the study.
The world entered suddenly this time, and he has not successfully resolved the slight discomfort caused by crossing the world until now. Fatigue and inadequate physical condition are the most urgent issues to deal with. He has no appetite to eat now, and just wants to fall down and sleep well.
The assignment is still to be written.
Gu Zheng didn't actually say when the penalties should be paid. If it really took place, it would also be written on the 10th, and also on the 10th-such low-level loopholes should not have appeared on the person who has always been cold and meticulous in law enforcement.
It shows that Gu Yan at least really believed that he would write well.
My lover doesn't remember anything, even this unnoticeable trust makes people feel sweet. Lu Deng touched the corners of his lips, remembering that "the grown-up said he would come to check someday" from the official. He felt a little warmer, picked up a pen, and slowly rubbed the ink with one hand.
If Gu Yan comes to check someday, he will always see that he has a good homework ...
The nib was dipped in thick ink, and Xiu Xiu's handwriting fell on the paper one by one.
Lu Deng had injuries on his waist and could only sit and write. The writing had some influence, but he still tried his best to write neatly. After writing several pages, I finally couldn't help rubbing my eyes under the oil lamp and yawning lightly.
The tiredness that multiplies with homework does not change with the change of dynasty.
The oil lamp inside the Guozi prison also took hold.
The documents were approved and dressed up, and the meals were carefully brought in and placed on the short table where most of them were cleared. Gu Yan didn't look up and asked smoothly: "When is it?"
"Sir, it's time."
The official arranged the food for him, respectfully responded, and then hesitated again, "You asked his subordinate to investigate ..."
Gu Xun looked up, her eyes slightly skipped: "Speak."
"Yes."
The official got up and said dutifully, "Today, several courtiers' children teased the King Yi, and they were led by the youngest son of the Hushang Shangshu and several children of the big family-"
He was hesitant to speak, but he still didn't dare to conceal it, and still said it truthfully: "The genus asked passers-by at that time and said that it was not an accident that the king was thrown away, because the horse in front scared the passerby to lose the child. Then, in order not to hurt the young children, because they are in a hurry, they will accidentally fall off the horse. "
Yi Wang Sulai's comments were not good. He was rumored to be acting arrogantly in Beijing, and his officials did not believe he could do such things. However, the passers-by of the people made the truth, and he did not dare to hide it, so he had to report it truthfully.
Gu Yimei Feng slowly squeezed her chopsticks aside.
"Even this adult is not wrong-it is a fact that Yi Wang was on the street and he should have been punished, as long as the rest is punished!"
Over the years, he has watched the results of the reform with his own eyes. His officials worshipped him so much that he couldn't help but straighten out: "Yi Wang has no conscience in time, but he can't make up for it. If there is a mistake, he will be punished. Farewell ... "
"What's the reward?"
Gu Yan lifted his eyes and spoke faintly.
Gu Yan didn't say anything more to him, but just got up and walked out of the case, walked to the door, and lifted out the curtain.
Penalties are naturally not wrong.
When the street horse was supposed to be punished, the law was unforgiving, and he didn't think that what he did was wrong at the time-but what he thought was not this.
The young man's heart was provoked by several family members, but he would rather crash the horse because he did not want to hurt the young child who fell on the road. That should be a good boy, but no one would tell him that.
No one stood up and argued for him. No one would patiently explain to him what was wrong and what was right. No one would touch his head and tell him that it would be wrong to be on the street. The horse didn't hurt anyone, it was a good child with a kind heart.
He had already come to the door at that time, why not go out and ask himself, what happened then?
Gu Yan dropped his gaze, groaned a little, turned around, picked up a paperweight on the table, slowly drew it in his hand, and drew it into his sleeve: "spare the car."
The officer did not dare to talk any more, and when he got up, he had to go out to prepare, and then listened to Gu Yan Shen: "The remaining few vertical horses have also identified their identity, sent the sign, and told them to go to the Ministry of Penalty to take punishment. Add ten sticks. "
"Yes!"
The official's eyes brightened and he flew out to prepare.
Gu Yan stood in the room for a while, and felt that the paperweight was not right, so he took it out and set it aside. I walked around the house, picked the book I had copied, and reorganized it, sorted my clothes, and walked out.
The desolate Yiwang Mansion suddenly came to a distinguished guest today.
The people were not prepared to entertain the guests, and hurriedly looked back and forth to the general manager, respectfully, and greeted Gu Wei to the house, and went to report to Wang Ye.
In the hall, there are long-cooled meals. Often, the common dishes in the palace are obviously untouched. Gu Jiemei stopped and said, "Isn't Wang Ye food?"
The director stopped quickly and respectfully leaned over: "Return to the Lord, the Lord Wang-he said that he is unwell today and doesn't want to eat ..."
Gu Yan's eyebrows narrowed tighter, and his voice couldn't help sinking: "Don't you give him food?"
This has been the case in the past, and nothing has happened. The general manager's heart jumped, two timid sounds, and he leaned down and did not dare to talk.
"How is his injury, has he been treated with medicine, has the medicine in the hospital been boiled? Have you gone to drink it? Can you check it out? If you do n’t eat this meal, what if you are hungry at night? So I hurt my body and made me sick. "
The inexplicable anger swelled from his chest, Gu Yan's eyebrows tightened, and the depression that he saw along the way pierced his heart, only he couldn't sit down anymore: "No, you don't have to know anything, I Just go see Wang Ye. "
The servants in a room were frightened by Wei Nuo Nuo, but Gu Yan had no psychological understanding, and went to the bedroom in the direction of the director.
The door was closed tightly and silently, but the candlelight was still visible in the study.
Gu Yan moved his heart lightly, knocked twice with his fingers, and when no one responded, he slowly pushed away.
That figure really was right at the table.
The pen in his hand had fallen to the ground, with clear ink marks on his sleeves. The young Wang Ye fell asleep on the table, sinking, and in the daytime he saw that the suffocation softened and disappeared, leaving only a clear and innocent child. For example, the eyebrows are soft and moist, the candlelight is leaping softly, and a thin and thin shadow is cast on the wall.
Gu Xun's footwork gradually slowed, but his heartbeat became more and more inexplicable.
Over the years, he has always put his mind on reform, and only knows that the law is intolerant, and he is determined to turn his ambition into reality. He would rather give up his life, and he would never hesitate because of the punishment he had given.
This time too.
He did not hesitate because of his verdict, nor did he regret it. Law enforcement could not tolerate private feelings. If there is selfish desire in his heart, he can no longer be completely fair and convinced.
He just ...
Gu Yan frowned rarely, raised his hand and pressed the forehead. After all, he couldn't help but let it go, guessing carefully to avoid the injured position, and hugged the little prince lying on the table.
It was only when he didn't have to assume the status of a law enforcer and took away the burdens of his mind ...
Lu Chengru slept so deep that he didn't wake up after being tossed in this way, but he seemed to feel cold. He instinctively shook his arms and coughed twice.
Gu Xunli dropped off his robe.
Before responding, he had wrapped his robe tightly and placed it lightly on the warm couch aside.
Obviously it was written that he couldn't hold himself asleep. Lu Chengru pressed his arms against his face and turned his face red. The writing brush rolled down, and the ink on his white face was stained with ink.
Gu Yan couldn't help picking out the corners of his mouth, lying close to him, but didn't know how to take care of it next. Wanting to wipe his face and look at his injuries, he turned anxiously for half a turn on the couch, but suddenly he was at a loss.
When the first assistant took the cuffs and dipped the tea, the teenager leaning on the couch wiped the critical moment of his cheek, and the land lamp that was deeply dormant finally woke up in the mechanical sound of the system in time.
He was always on the alert, this time without a lover beside him, startled by the coldness on his face, and opening his eyes warily.
Gu Yan: "..."
Dang Chao Shoufu felt that he could explain.
I don't know if it's really cold, even if the little prince woke up, he still hugged his robe firmly and not let go, Wu Yu's eyes stared at him alertly.
"Sir Lord! Lord Wang is not in the bedroom. Xu ran out to play. You wait, we'll look for--"
Wang Ye didn't find him, but the general manager who was trained to be ashamed still had to bite the bullet and catch up. Seeing the situation inside the room, the sound stopped abruptly, standing helplessly at the door and not speaking.
Gu Yili stood in the room, and for a moment of silence, his inexplicable chest gradually calmed down, and put the book in his sleeve on the table: "When King Yi banned his feet, read more ..."
Lu Chengru stared at him, his eyes glanced lightly, but he looked quietly like a deep pond.
Gu Yan never treated people with a good look, but at this time he did not know how to talk to him.
The young king who wants to be gentle and encourage comfort, but is afraid to wake up. I wanted to warn him that he should never make a fool of himself in the future, but he felt too harsh to speak.
There was a dilemma. The first assistant of the Dynasty, who was not wearing a robe, instinctively chose the most familiar state, and the whole body momentum fell down again, turned around and went out the door, and the voice facing the director was also majestic and cold.
"Go back and wait carefully for your lord, he still owes fifteen canes-if the injury is serious and the execution is delayed, be careful to ask you!"
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