After the Tyrant Dressed As a Woman Disguised As a Man

Yan Yu carried his hands on his back and was supervising the work in front of the National Teacher's House. When the emperor's man came over, the carpenters and stonemasons were relieved.

For the National Normal University, they naturally do their best. But the national teacher is really too picky, even if they use a lot of thought, they are still tossed.

But other people didn't dare to point fingers at the national teacher and persuade the national teacher to rest for a while, he was like a okay person.

The National Teacher is really young, and he is like an iron fight. It's not too tiring to be there all day long.

They are mortal bodies, and they really can't hold up the effort of this work.

Of course, this has something to do with his lip service, and they are real sports.

Just come to anyone and call the national teacher away.

As a result, the **** who was close to Tianzi came to invite the national teacher, but was unable to ask for it.

Gao Fu was ignored by Yanyu and was not annoyed.

He stood beside Yanyu, stood on tiptoe, still repeating the words in a good voice: "Your Majesty invites you to Tianlu Pavilion."

"What can he do with me?"

Tianlu Pavilion is the emperor's study room, there are any important things that need to be discussed in the study room.

The collection of books in the emperor's study room is definitely not as rich as the Tianyi Pavilion.

Yanyu was very busy and didn't want to go. In other words, he was a little afraid to see the emperor.

Gao Fu didn't know what the emperor wanted to do, so he could only know it with affection and move it with reason, but it was useless at all.

His Majesty was still waiting in the study, Gao Fu had no choice but to withstand the disappointed eyes of the craftsmen and turn back to report to the emperor.

Gao Fu resisted the urge to put on eye drops, and said in an objective tone as much as possible: "Master of the National Normal University said that he wants to supervise the work and strive to move into the National Teacher's House as soon as possible. If your Majesty has nothing to do, he will not come."

Qiao Qing made a memorial: "He has a big frame upside down."

The loss of Yan Yu looks good, just this dog's temper, who can tolerate him.

Forget it, it's all for the sake of talent and money, Qiao Qing put aside the excerpts: "I will invite him personally."

When Qiao Qing went to the National Teacher's House, she was a little surprised, because the original deserted palace had been transformed and changed a lot. She stood outside and looked at it for a while: "The National Teacher really has a magical hand that turns decay into a miracle."

Yanyu said: "They did it, not me."

"But the idea is yours. Without a national teacher, there would be no such good design. They are just builders, who follow the picture to find out. Or the national teacher is smart, and you are the soul."

Yan Yu didn't speak anymore, obviously very useful to Qiao Qing's compliment.

"You said it was a soul, so why did someone call me away?"

Qiao Qing is righteous: "It just so happens that I am tired of seeing the scenery of Tianlu Pavilion, so I need a national teacher to change it into a new dress. Besides, isn't this when the soul is still out of the body? Anyway, the work is just the body. Take a walk. Will it die?"

Yan Yu:...

It's all nonsense, but it sounds like there is still a little truth to it.

Qiao Qing said again: "At the current rate, it will take at least three or four days to complete the construction. I have come personally to invite you. You have to go with me."

Yanyu didn't say anything this time, and obediently followed her away.

Looking at the back of the national teacher, the craftsmen were grateful.

In this palace, only the emperor can call the national teacher away.

Qiao Qing felt as if something was wrong, and when he turned his head, all he received were the hot eyes of these masons.

It is as if she is a living bodhisattva who saves them from fire and water.

She glanced at Yanyu with a complicated expression and lowered her voice: "You tell me quietly, if I don't tell others, what have you done to them these days?"

"Just let them rebuild the National Teacher's Mansion."

He just made people restore the place it looked like hundreds of years ago, and no error is allowed.

Qiao Qing glanced at him suspiciously, always feeling that the matter was not as light-hearted as Yanyu said.

Once inside the Tianlu Pavilion, Yanyu began to look at the internal structure. Sure enough, this place is very different from the one he came before.

"What do you want to change to?"

"Don't mention this first, look at that." The words just now are just an excuse to quote the Chinese teacher, and they are not true. @∞好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Qiao Qing's finger pointed to the thick pile of memorials like a hill.

Yanyu's eyes brought two points of condemnation. Sure enough, the three sentences of the emperor were true and seven were false, but he couldn't see Qiao Qing's face, and now he couldn't tell the truth or falseness of her words.

Qiao Qing urged him again: "Open them and have a look."

Yan Yu frowned: "Didn't you say before that the national teacher must not interfere in the political affairs."

This young emperor really likes to go back and forth, and speaks nothing, except that he looks better than his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, the Joe family hasn't grown much at all.

Qiao Qing nodded and shook his head: "Yes, the national teacher is not allowed to interfere in the government, but this has nothing to do with the government, it is all about you."

Since it is related to the national teacher, it is not a national matter, it is a private matter.

Yan Yu was sceptical, and when he opened it, he became angry. These people quoted scriptures, from poetry and poetry to philosophy of life, and argued from various angles that the emperor is a national teacher, there is absolutely no benefit.

Obviously they had never met him at all, but based on such a little rumor and self-righteous speculation, they criticized him for nothing.

Qiao Qing looked at Yanyu's unhappy face: "Are you upset?" @∞好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Will your Majesty be happy?"

These words are not painful or itchy to him, but it is impossible to say that they have no effect.

Three good words are warm in winter, and bad words hurt the cold in June.

Qiao Qing took the Huozhezi and handed it to Yanyu: "Then burn them and personally."

She also specially prepared a golden basin, which is used to burn this thing.

"Gao Fu, go and open the window for me."

Qiao Qing, lost a few memorials and put them in the golden basin, then blew the fire-folding paper, and threw it on the memorial. The fire-folding paper was soaked in paper, and a bright yellow flame burst quickly.

"Is this fire very beautiful?"

She stuffed the folds into Yanyu's hands: "The rest are yours."

She is not King Zhou You, and she can't use the beacon tower to play with the princes, but it's okay to burn some papers.

Yanyu didn't make a sound, and threw one copy into the golden basin.

Others use golden basins to wash their hands, and they use golden basins to burn their hands.

Real gold is not afraid of fire. This golden basin was made by those pure gold statues when Xiao Qiaoqing celebrated his birthday.

Soon a pile of ash appeared in the golden basin.

"Wait a moment."

Qiao Qing held down Yanyu's hand that threw the Zhezi, and the latter looked up at him: Do you think the Zhezi made sense and regret it?

"It's a zigzag at any rate, with such a good pen and ink."

Some of these performers are quite well-known calligraphers, who are almost worthy of being a daughter. This train swallowed not only the complaints of courtiers against him, the emperor's founding teacher, but also money.

Alas, if I really think about it, Qiao Qing feels heartache.

"How can these folders be used to the fullest?"

Those who follow me prosper against me will die. There are still some gaps in the character of Yanyu, but in fact it is not much different.

In his opinion, these folds are all rubbish, that is, they are barely eye-catching when they burn.

Qiao Qing smiled at him, and then dragged a bag of sweet potatoes from under the table.

These sweet potatoes are ripe for a long time, so they are buried in the ground for fear that they will not be good for storage. They are not seasonal sweet potatoes.

Although it is not so fresh, but after a period of time, after the skin dries, it becomes sweeter.

She lost two or three sweet potatoes which were not very big in size, took the things and wiped out the dust, trying to make the sweet potatoes covered with dust as much as possible.

Qiao Qing said seriously: "Only in this way can it be heated evenly, and the baked product will be delicious."

Because two people are in different directions, the smoke that comes out is not easy to blow.

Qiao Qing moved a position and moved the chair to Yanyu's side.

The little **** on the side fanned the smoke out of the window for her.

Almost these zucchini have been burned, and the sweet potatoes are also roasted.

Qiao Qing asked people to take chopsticks and turned a few sweet potatoes out of it.

The skin is black now, and the size has shrunk a lot, it looks like a dark dish.

She poked, and the skin of the sweet potato was soft.

Qiao Qing blew, still feeling too hot, and then handed it to Yanyu.

The latter looked at her blankly: "Dirty."

"It's not for you to eat, it's for you to blow, my cheeks are sour."

Qiao Qing asked him: "Or you have the ability to call the wind and rain, just like they said, you really need it. Let it cool down quickly."

How could he have weird abilities.

Yanyu bowed his head like a stream and tried hard to blow.

The roasted sweet potatoes were a little bit cold after being blown out. Qiao Qing tried with his fingertips. It was still a bit hot, but it was tolerable.

She wrapped it in a kerchief and divided it into two, revealing golden sweet potato flesh.

This color is just right for baking.

There are not so many varieties of sweet potatoes in this era, but they are very sweet, and the baked goods are extra fragrant.

"This is baked with a fold. I'll give you half of it."

She didn't know which one was the best, anyway, she had to taste each one, and give Yanyu to Yanyu if she couldn't finish it, and let him be her trash can.

Diligence and frugality are virtues, and people eat and starve to death these days, and cannot be wasted.

Yanyu was in a complicated mood, but he still took over half of the roasted sweet potatoes. This is probably the most expensive roasted sweet potato he has ever eaten. The taste seems to be different from ordinary ones.

"Is it tasty?"

Yanyu nodded: "It's delicious."

This must be a delicacy he will never forget.

After eating most of it, Qiao Qing felt dry and filled a lot of water again, thinking that the meal was approaching, and she had to keep her belly to eat better.

"These are all left to the national teacher. If it tastes good, you can eat more."

Gao Fu brought clean water to Qiao Qing.

"Okay, the papers are all burned, and the national teacher does not like the court, and he should show up in front of the civil and military officials to prove that my decision is not a hothead, but impulsive."

Qiao Qing actually didn't want to let Yanyu's cunning old foxes have too much contact, but she thought about Yanyu's character, he clearly can be used to irritate people.

Because the old foxes think too much, they will definitely be **** off by Yanyu.

Yanyu moved her lips, and finally squeezed out a word: "Okay."

Cannibalism, he could not say anything to reject the emperor.