潮篡(三十二) 后宫不得干政 古代/架空 宫廷 玄幻 女频 中篇

Early April of lunar.
Here come again, the everyday working hours for government tasks.
While Chu Han was debating with oneself, he did not pay attention to the wooden chair that is lack of cushion today. As luck would have it, he sat on the edge of the chair seat at a stroke and crushed directly to the killing spot.
Wang gong gong broke in after hearing the sound, and saw Chu Han bending on the seat with cold sweat coming out. Thereafter Wang gong gong dares not to leave Chu Han alone within a room.

In the next day, Chu Han sways his hands towards the back, touching on the cushion, and squatting down slowly to sit onto the new reclining chair.
He reclines back in his chair, holds a stack of Zou Zhe (a folded paper report that’s written from official to the emperor) from Wang gong gong and puts them onto the newly added small table setting at the right side of the chair.
Then he takes over the one at the top, starts reading and commenting with the cinnabar brush pen he picked up from the small table.

Seeing the Zou Zhe pile on the small table has gone for more than a half, Wang gong gong steps up to add another stack.
Chu Han notices his absent-mindedness, guess is because of the chores of Nei Gong (refer to the palaces where emperor’s wife and concubines reside) are waiting for him to take care.
Chu Han turns to look at Xue Niaoer who squeezed in to sit on his left, idling away her time, so Chu Han says to Wang gong gong, “You go and do your work. Zhen(I)’ll let this moron hands Zhen(me) the Zou Zhe.”

“Appreciate that, Huang Shang,” Wang gong gong hurriedly exits Qin Zheng Palace (勤政殿) to rush his work.
Xue Niaoer seems not hearing their conversation at all since she is reading a book. Until Chu Han finished commenting all the Zou Zhe on the small table and pokes her with elbow, she then randomly picks up a Zhe Zi (another way to call Zou Zhe), passing to Chu Han.
Chu Han tosses the Zhe Zi in his hand to the Zou Zhe mountain built on the big desk in his front, and takes over the Zhe Zi she passes.

After that, Zhe Zi continues to be passed one at a time, till an open book turning to a page shown with a drawing of mechanical lock has been placed to Chu Han’s hands.
And that’s the moment where moves should be faster than words. Xue Niaoer instantly switches back the book before Chu Han explodes, closing shut her eyes to the eye-blades shooting from Chu Han.
Next, she lies down onto the seat, with one foot resting on the reclining chair’s back, the other leg bending and leaning against the arm of the chair on her right, hanging her head upside down in the air, flipping to another page of the book holding in her hands.

Chu Han witnessed such decadent look of her, does not want to waste even a second of angry time on her. So he starts reading the Zou Zhe in hands.
But the Zou Zhe this time, is making Chu Han’s face becoming more and more serious.
He repeatedly reads and flips over a few times, and commands, “Go get that stack of Zhe Zi from the fifth layer, second grid, of the left shelf, and…let Wang Fu sources out the confidential letters sent from Shui Rao(水饶) between February and March this year.”

Xue Niaoer hangs down her hand that’s holding the book, eyeing Chu Han askance, “Haven’t Bi Xia said that, harem is not allowed to interfere in politics?”
“Zhen(I) can demote you to a commoner right now.”
Chu Han never admits his fault.
He is the emperor, and only those who have bargaining power are worthy of making deals with him.
Accusations from those who are powerless, will only aggravate his suppression.
Xue Niaoer knows his rules well, but she does not want to obey those rules.

And she is not going to give Chu Han any chances to play the pitiless god.
“It’s not fair. You’re abusing your power,” she looks towards Chu Han aggrievedly, and then leaning herself towards Chu Han.
Chu Han swiftly holds her head and pushes out, “It has just quiet down. If you dare to wake it up, Zhen(I)’ll cut off your head.”
Xue Niaoer immediately kneels down on seat, sitting up straight, “Then let’s make a deal. Of us going to the border during Xiu Mu (day-off for break and shower).”

“I’m bored out of my mind already!”
Chu Han got stroke by her voice at head, making him dizzy as hell, just want to get rid of this trouble as soon as possible, “Ok.”
“Thank you, Bi Xia,” Xue Niaoer gives a big smacker on his lips.
And the beaming broad smile on her face, is also engraved upon Chu Han’s mind.
That smiling person, ran away before the sound of smacker finishes echoing inside the palace.
Chu Han rubs on his temple, flings out the Zhe Zi that was intended to hit Xue Niaoer with.

Fifteen minutes later.
Chu Han picks up the first confidential letter at the top from the letters Xue Niaoer brought, and he finds that the one he just picked is the one he exacts the most.
He doubts. So he searches down the letters, but he did not find any other ones he wants.
He catches a glimpse of Xue Niaoer, reading with her cross-legs.
Perhaps it’s done by Wang Fu?
Coincidently, Wang gong gong opens a crack in the door, reporting to him, “Huang Shang, Qin(秦:is a last name) Da Ren(how people call the officials) has already arrived the palace.”

“Tell him to wait first,” Chu Han glances at Wang gong gong, but soon turns back his sight, lining the desk with bunch of letters and Zhe Zi to sort out the connections among those papers, and begins to write his letter.
After he finished writing, Chu Han takes away the book in Xue Niaoer’s hand, and pointing to his belly, urges anxiously, “Smokescreen.”
Xue Niaoer gets what he means. After the sorcery, Xue Niaoer helps him changes his clothes so that he can sooner meet the henchman he summoned to palace.

崖雁