Chapter 1265

"I see. Thank you for your instruction."

Jiuji smiled and saluted Zhong Dequan.

Zhong Dequan laughed and scolded, "your boy will climb along the pole."

Jiuji saw such a big room, which was for her to live alone, and her heart began to grow.

She wants power and wants to be like Zhong Dequan.

Now he has become an apprentice of this man, which can be said to be a big step forward.

"Well, you've been tossing around for a while. Have a rest. In the future, the meals in the morning, middle and evening will be delivered. Don't go out these three days."

"Yes, the apprentice knows."

Jiuji watched Zhong Dequan leave.

After the other party left, the smile on her face slowly dissipated.

It's just the beginning. Don't worry. She has plenty of patience.

Jiuji went into the inner room, and all the beds inside were packed.

There was a living room and a bedroom for sleeping alone, which was something she dared not think of.

For more than ten years, because she had not developed, she never worried about sleeping with those eunuchs.

With such good conditions now, it will be more convenient in the future.

Jiuji went to the bronze mirror and pulled down her eunuch clothes.

Turn your white back to the bronze mirror.

There is a tattoo on the shoulder, blood red iris pattern.

This is what good father-in-law said. She must not be the only one in the palace.

Controlled by others, but their own life does not belong to themselves, and is pinched in the hands of people who do not know who.

This makes her how willing, want to get rid of all this, only right can let her do it.

……

half a month later.

Today is the day when the emperor goes to Fengqi palace.

Jiuji grinds in front of the table and never stops.

The man in front of the desk carefully reviewed the notes, and his face changed with the contents of the notes.

She didn't dare to stop when the other party didn't say to stop.

Now Jiuji has changed into a high-class eunuch dress, which is only one level worse than Zhong Dequan.

"Pa... What a hard-working Prime Minister!"

Jingdi suddenly threw out the memorial in his hand, in a low and angry tone.

Jiuji raised her head and glanced at each other's face without respect. She saw that her gloomy face was about to drip water.

She stopped her movements and went down to pick up the thrown memorials.

When she got it, the contents of the memorial also came into her eyes.

Prime Minister Bai is praised for his virtue. It is said that the prime minister opens his house to give porridge every day, and he exists like the master of Qingtian.

Such a prime minister who has worked hard and made great achievements for the people, some people are fawning to ask for a reward for him.

Jiuji picked up the memorial. The content in it is nonsense.

Look at the person who wrote the memorial, that is, a new official, or a person who can go to court every day.

The king emperor vented his anger, and the fire in his heart dissipated almost.

He picked up the tea with moderate temperature and drank it slowly.

Jiuji put the memorial aside, and then no longer grinded, but stood behind the king emperor.

Putting the tea aside, the king emperor inadvertently asked, "how is your master?"

Jiuji bent her waist. "Back to the emperor, I still cough as usual. I'll be fine if I drink more medicine."

"Yes."

Just a few days ago, Zhong Dequan suddenly fell ill.

This is because he was afraid of being ill and gave it to the emperor. He immediately moved out of the Qianqing palace.

Even if the king stopped, he didn't leave the other party.

Zhong Dequan kowtowed in the Qianqing palace when he was ill. He knocked his head out of blood. The king emperor had to release people from the Qianqing palace.