Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 212

After that, I quickly killed my heart.

This Qianju Hall is not only large, but also extremely luxuriously furnished, sapphire is used as beams, white jade is used as bricks, all the things seen along the way are all rare treasures, even the crepe and hanging curtains that separate the inner and outer rooms, It is also made of countless pearls and crystals lined with top-quality silver threads, and is separated by silk tulle, which reveals soft luxury in the looming way.

This extravagant handwriting is definitely comparable to Mo Jiujun's bedroom, even worse, how can others be allowed to sleep soundly on the side of the couch, this is the biggest taboo in every emperor's heart.

Looking through the memories in his mind, Chu Jingran knew that this palace was the residence of the national teachers of past dynasties, that is to say, this palace was formed under the arrangement of past dynasties so that it is so dazzling, but even so, it is still too blatant .

After thinking for a while, Chu Jingran called out to his confidant, "Wurun."

"Master, what's your order?" A young attendant came in immediately.

"Put away all the jade statues and other ornaments on these display racks, and raise some vigorous flowers and plants."

Wurun was slightly puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask too many questions. After answering respectfully, he ordered his servants to spend nearly an hour to put away all the things, and brought a few pots of flowers and plants. Chu Jingran, who was sitting not far away, saw Those flowers competing for beauty suddenly opened their mouths and said: "Wurun, didn't the emperor reward a few Clivias that were paid tribute from outside the region a few years ago? Bring those potted flowers here."

Wurun was stunned for half a second, and said truthfully: "My lord, the emperor did give a few Clivia plants from outside the territory a few years ago, but due to environmental changes and improper care, they died in just over a month."

With brilliant colors reflected in his eyes, Chu Jingran, who was sitting on the soft couch, seemed to murmur, "Is... dead already?"

"Yes, master," Wurun said cautiously, who was so preoccupied, which is rare for someone, "Master, did something happen?"

Shaking his head, "Nothing."

"Master, then this flower..."

After taking a last look at the competing flowers, Chu Jingran said, "Move out." Turning around and entering the inner room, a voice that was so weak that it was almost inaudible drifted into the clear and crisp sound of the crystals colliding.

Planting flowers is like a gentleman, elegant and long-lasting, too bright and too beautiful is spring, but in the end, it can only be... spring.

After a cup of tea, the sound in the outer room stagnated slightly, and suddenly, a gust of soft wind passed by, and the crepe crepe swayed slightly, driving the clear crystals to collide with each other to make a clear and crisp sound, and the luxury soaked in the loneliness of the room.

Chu Jingran, who was looking through books in the inner room, seemed to have a sense of it, and his eyes bypassed the exquisite nanmu screen, and saw the slightly opened carved wooden window not far away.

The wooden window is half open, and the sunlight outside the window is just right, lightly shining into the house, adding two touches of warm color to the cold and silent room, but...

There is no wind outside the window...

Uncontrollably, Chu Jingran's lips parted slightly, and he looked down at the book in his hand again.

Sure enough, is it the king's land under the whole world?

100. Your Majesty, Please Respect Yourself 3

In the early morning, the oil lamps in Chu Jingran's sleeping hall were already lit before the sky was fully lit. He, who bears the title of national teacher, took the imperial salary, so he should go to the early court like Confucian officials and officials, and be served by a maidservant for a while. After washing, Chu Jingran wore complicated court clothes to catch up with today's morning court.

Due to the relationship with the early dynasty, there are glazed bead lamps lighting every two steps in the Jinluan Hall. The moonlight is as cool as ice, sprinkled on the red walls and jade pillars of the Jinluan Hall, which makes this solemn majesty In the middle, added a touch of coldness.

Although Chu Jingran was already early, when he entered the palace, many ministers had already arrived in the palace.

Although it's not the first time I've seen this row of stations, Chu Jingran can't help but sigh when seeing this every day, this level of professionalism must be the pillar of the country in modern times!

If a minister knows what he thinks in his heart, he will be able to cry aggrievedly. They don't want to get up earlier than the chicken every day, but there is no way, who will let them live in the palace? Sprained feet, Mo Jiujun gets angry, they don't want to protect their official titles, isn't the former Minister of Household Department a typical example?

Holding his aloof posture, Chu Jingran stood in front of the first row on the lower left while bowing his hands respectfully to the white jade and Han stone along the way and the courtiers.

Seeing that the emperor hadn't come yet, Chu Jingran closed his eyes in a standing posture, and felt like returning to the cage openly, and got up at three or four in the morning every morning to catch the morning, who would bear it.

However, in the eyes of others, such an action becomes...

"Master Guoshi is silently appropriating blessings for my country."

"It's really not easy for Master Guoshi. Now he not only has to pray for the country every day, but also has to serve as an imperial physician."

"Do you think the emperor is too picky? All the money saved in the palace is spent on the imperial physician."

"I feel too... balabalabala"

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Chu Jingran who closed his eyes and went back to sleep: