On the Day I Ascended the Throne, I Found Out That I Was the Villain

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Ah Zhi finally said: “I can't.”

Bo Mengshang was dumbfounded.

Azhi said: “I don't know what you are talking about.”

After saying this, she turned and ran away.

But now, Ah Zhi began to regret, how could she say such a thing?

Master Bo chose her to be next to Her Majesty and later helped her a lot.
She is her benefactor.
Anyway, she should be more polite.

She regretted it so much, she still thinks to this day that if she sees Bo Shijun again, she must apologize but when she thinks about how to respond to the other party's feelings, she doesn't know what to say.

Before yesterday, she never thought that Bo Mengshang would have such affection for her.

She felt that she was not worthy of Bo Mengshang, and from the moment she became an official of Her Majesty, she decided not to marry.
After all, if she married and took care of her parents-in-law and the head of the family, how could she have time to do things for Her Majesty?

But what about Bo Shijun?

While thinking of this, Tian Gong came out from the Chaoyang Hall, glanced at Ah Zhi, and said, “What are you thinking? Your Majesty is calling you.”

Ah Zhi blushed and entered the Chaoyang Hall with her head down.
Her Majesty waved at her and said: “You and Wang Ji help me to polish this letter and send it to the British government.”

A Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and took a piece of thin paper from Her Majesty, on which was written a greeting to Duke Ying.
She took it and was about to step back when Fu Ping’An said: “Ah Zhi, are you not feeling well? Your face is so red.”

Her Majesty noticed it, and Azhi became even more flustered, saying: “It's probably because it's getting hotter.”

Fu Ping’An looked at the stove in her arms and the robe she was wearing, and thought, could it be that her body is so fragile that she doesn't know it, is it really hot today?

[26735111: Heh heh, listen to her nonsense, I see her like this, she is Sichun.]

[When the song sounds: It seems to have that kind of meaning.]

Sichun?

Fu Ping’An frowned.
According to the book, Sichun refers to the beginning of love, when a girl longs for the opposite sex.

Does Ah Zhi have someone she yearns for?

Then she is getting married?

Then can she still do things for herself?

Fu Ping’An's thoughts quickly diverged to this point, she hesitated and said: “Azhi, what's the matter recently?”

“No, nothing, Your Majesty.”

“Will there be too much work?”

“I can handle it.”

“…Ah Zhi, if you are married, would you still be willing to be my internal official?”

Azhi suddenly raised her head and looked at Fu Ping’An in shock.

[Cold-faced Samoyed: What are you talking about, my silly daughter!]

[Meteor Fish: Why are you so direct! People will be embarrassed!]

Fu Ping’An hurriedly said: “Sorry, I'm rude.”

A Zhi's eyes gradually calmed down, and the red tide on her face faded, she said calmly: “I won't marry; I'm already Her Majesty's person.”

[Chang'an Hua: …
I'm sorry; I have a problem with my thinking.]

Azhi also seemed to be aware of the ambiguity in these words, and hurriedly said: “The minister is saying that the minister is willing not to marry for the rest of her life, but to share Her Majesty's worries and problems.”

Fu Ping’An didn't notice the ambiguity in it, she just smiled and said: “Azhi, as long as you continue to help me, you can still do what you want to do.
I don't need you to abandon everything for me.”

Azhi has a stubborn face: “But I am willing.”

Fu Ping’An didn't say anything, just said: “Retire, help me to polish the letter and send someone to the British government.”

“Yes, I will leave.”

A Zhi exited the hall, raised her eyes to the sky, and saw the autumn sun hanging high in the sky, and the cool breeze came slowly, blowing away the heat and chaos.

She shouldn't be thinking about this, she still has things to do.

…

After entering November, the weather turned cold all of a sudden, and within a few days, there was a feeling of winter.
Every night, the leaves on the trees fell to the ground.
The most troublesome thing for the palace people these days is the job to clean up these fallen leaves.

After Fu Ping’An finished playing as the barrage said, Zhang Qixing began to frown and think hard.
She had time to forget to go out of the window and saw the palace servants packing the fallen leaves into bamboo baskets, with sparse branches above her head, slender the branches swayed with the wind, like hands stretching out to the sky.

She said, “Jiao…ah no, how is Zhuo Jun?”

Not long after that day's conversation, Bo Jiaoer was sent out of the palace.
With her ideas, she put forward two requests, one is that she doesn't want to find another pair of parents, and the other is that she hopes that Fu Ping’An can change her name so that it can no longer be such a delicate name as “Jiao'er”.

Fu Ping’An still remembers what the other party said stubbornly: “I don't want to be a Jiao'er anymore.”

So Fu Ping’An changed her name to Zhuo Jun and gave her the surname Shen, and then let her live next door to Huo Pingsheng so that she could call the brothers and sisters of the Huo family.
She and Zhang Qixing have been taking care of her for more than a month now.

Zhang Qixing snorted coldly and said: “That girl is very smart, and now Huo girl is under her command just like the class.”

After finishing speaking, she scratched her head, and said: “I don't know how you have such a head, are you a fairy? How can you have such a sophisticated chess move after only a few days of learning? But your chess, hum, is indecent.
Victory by any means.”

Fu Ping’An smiled and said: “Zhuo Jun is naughty; Mr.
Zhang must educate her well.”

Zhang Qixing threw the chess piece: “Am I going to bring you a child? I only accepted Huo girl's share of money.”

“If Mr.
Zhang wants the salary I'll give you, then I won't ask for it.”

Zhang Qixing started picking chess pieces but stopped talking.
Fu Ping’An looked at her, sighed for a while, and said, “Mr.
Zhang doesn't want to be the Tutor.”

She looked at her intently, without speaking.

In the past few months, Fu Ping’An naturally asked someone to look up Zhang Qixing.
Zhang Qixing had learned a lot and read a lot of books.
She could never be an unknown person.
The words awakened the dreamer, and she said: “This name; isn’t it a fake name?”

So she changed the method of investigation because the other party revealed in the past that she had taught the regent and Yan Yu's experience, Fu Ping’An investigated from this direction, and gradually found the truth.

Probably seeing something through Fu Ping’An's eyes, Zhang Qixing lowered her head and took a sip of tea, and said to her from left and right: “Your Majesty's method of cooking tea is wonderful, fresh, and elegant, and it fits the meaning of simplicity.”

Ping’An lowered her eyes, finally decided not to force it, and said with a smile: “Except for Mr.
Zhang, I really can't think of anyone else who is competent.”

Zhang Qixing gave Fu Ping’An a meaningful look: “I thought it was Her Majesty's intention to cause this chaos.”

Ever since Fu Ping’An revealed that anyone could become a grand tutor, the ruling and opposition parties have been divided into several factions.
One faction is naturally headed by House Cong, who thinks it's enough to just find a showman and the other faction is people who are trying to plug themselves and keep recommending candidates.
Fu Ping’An was tired from reading the biographies sent up, and another faction began to speculate.
They tried to figure out Fu Ping’An's thoughts and said some plausible but not high-sounding words.
The central idea was that Her Majesty's decision was right.

As a result, everyone has been very busy these past few months.

Fu Ping’An smiled, but her tone revealed some troubles: “No, I am really troubled.
If Master Zhang has good suggestions…”

Zhang Qixing held the teacup, shook her hand, and the tea dripped on the table, she shook her head and said: “My old lady is really too old, and her hands are not steady, so some words are said casually, and Her Majesty just listens casually.
There is someone, Your Majesty can think about it.”

She nodded Tea, and wrote two words on the case.

——Fan Yi.

Former Prime Minister Fan Yi.

I heard that after the other party resigned, she gave lectures in Weijing, and now the garden is full of peaches and plums.