Seeing that the palace people were carrying it very hard, Meng Jingzhe felt a little guilty while standing aside, and couldn't help but step forward to help.

But he just seemed to be trying to do something and immediately killed the palace people.

Zhao Xuan knelt down and advised him hard: "Your Majesty's daughter, how can you do such a thing..."

Seeing that he was convinced to be sincere, Meng Jingzhe even looked like he wanted to hang himself. In desperation, he could only give up the idea of ​​helping and ran aside to see how they tried.

The more he stared at him, the more Meng Jingzhe could not help but do nothing. Seeing that these people were using force, they seemed to have wrong strength, he immediately pointed at him.

After hearing his words, the palace people looked at each other, and then hesitated to continue moving the bed according to the method taught by Meng Jingzhe.

Originally, they just thought that Meng Jingzhe had thought of some new ways to torture people. When they really did what Meng Jingzhe said, they found that it seemed to be a little relaxed.

However, Meng Jingzhe saw them working hard to use manpower, but he had another idea in his mind.

Seeing that he looked thoughtful, Zhao Xuan did not dare to disturb him. After tidying up the dragon bed, he knew that there were too many people Meng Jingzhe didn't like to serve, so he waved the whisk again, so that everyone could retreat and follow the

Meng Jingzhe’s rules were not kept, even a single person to serve.

Meng Jingzhe looked at the dragon bed at this time. All the knowledge of the past seemed to appear in his mind again. He had a new idea to suppress it, which briefly helped him to divert some of the discomfort of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Troubled by so many thoughts all night, Meng Jingzhe didn't sleep well. After seeing the sky bright, he climbed up without waiting for others to wake up.

After breakfast, he hurriedly asked someone to summon the Minister of Works Xuan into the palace.

The Minister of Works entered the palace this time and had already done the idea of ​​Meng Jingzhe continuing to assign tasks, but unexpectedly, Meng Jingzhe just said that he wanted to go to the Ministry of Works' office to take a look.

The inspections in history include both open and secret investigations. Meng Jingzhe didn't know whether the people in this illusion were real people or fakes. He was too lazy to make too much trouble and agreed to the Minister of Works in advance.

This will prevent both of you from being embarrassed.

Although the Minister of Works did not know which Meng Jingzhe suddenly made a fuss, he had already said it so clearly. He felt a little relaxed in his heart. With such clear instructions, neither the monarch nor the minister would be in a dilemma.

Meng Jingzhe gave them a morning preparation time. Because his own palace forced to quit obsessive-compulsive disorder, he couldn't stay, so he simply walked directly to the imperial garden.

It is late autumn now, and most of the leaves in the garden are starting to turn yellow, so they look a little bleak. Meng Jingzhe was too lazy to look at the dead branches and leaves, so he consciously went to find the evergreen trees.

Meng Jingzhe thought he was a person who advocated nature, but at this time he stood in front of a green pine and cypress tree, looking at the extra branches, he could hardly stop the sadness in his heart.

"Who is responsible here?" Meng Jingzhe couldn't help asking.

Soon, Zhao Xuan found the palace servant who was responsible for pruning this branch.

This is a young girl in a light gray palace uniform, only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was summoned by Meng Jingzhe. The girl knelt on the ground and her whole body was shaking.

The little palace maid was dressed neatly, and the two buns on her head were combed very symmetrically. Meng Jingzhe immediately felt a little comfortable in his heart.

Meng Jingzhe glanced at her, but did not blame her for making it neatly but not making the tree neatly. Instead, he asked softly: "Where is your tools?"

"I...I..." The more afraid of Meng Jingzhe, the more he spoke, the more he stumbling.

Zhao Xuan couldn't bear it anymore and frowned and said, "Your Majesty, speak well."

Meng Jingzhe shook his head and said, "Let her take all the tools."

The little palace maid immediately took the tools beside her at Zhao Xuan's urging.

Meng Jingzhe pointed at several places and said, "It's cut."

The little palace maid's hand holding scissors was trembling a little. She accidentally cut too much and immediately looked at Meng Jingzhe with a nervous look on her face.

Zhao Xuan was standing nearest to Meng Jingzhe at this time, and he was faintly in a guard state, as if he was afraid that the little palace maid would suddenly get up and hurt people with scissors.

Meng Jingzhe was not as nervous as him, so he pushed the person away and said, "I know what I know, there is no need to be so cautious."

Although the emperor's body was powerless, Meng Jingzhe consciously understood several sets of sword techniques, and should have been passively gained some fighting skills, so he showed great confidence.

The little palace maid became even more nervous when she saw Meng Jingzhe approaching, and almost fell off her scissors.

Meng Jingzhe took the scissors directly and did not continue to give advice. Instead, he started to trim himself. No matter how Zhao Xuan persuaded him, Meng Jingzhe turned a deaf ear to him.

After the pruning was over, he looked at the not-so-high pine and cypress tree in front of him, and immediately looked satisfied.

However, the little palace maid on the side looked at the tree that Meng Jingzhe had finished pruning, and silently remembered what to do in the future.

"This child is too young to do such heavy work, let's change someone." Meng Jingzhe said.

Zhao Xuan responded softly.

The little palace maid suddenly turned pale. She was replaced directly by Meng Jingzhe. Isn’t this proof that she was not doing her job well?

What good end can a palace maid who is stamped by the emperor and thought he is not doing well?

"Your Majesty, please spare me! I will never be lazy next time!" the little palace maid said crying.

Zhao Xuan frowned, and was about to teach someone to pull the little palace maid down, but Meng Jingzhe seemed to be a little interested and asked, "Do you think you are lazy?"

Meng Jingzhe actually didn't think this little girl was lazy. After all, when he arrived here, the branches he saw were not very neatly pruned, but the trees were all very energetic and obviously were well taken care of.

When the little palace maid heard this question, she was slightly stunned and said, "I... I am just dereliction of duty if I haven't repaired the branches, but please give me another chance to make up for my merits..."

Meng Jingzhe didn't understand why she was so scared. After all, in his opinion, girls should do some light work. Raising trees in the garden in this way is too hard to bury with the wind and sun.

"Do you like this job very much?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

The little palace maid was nervous, but she still followed her original intention, shook her head gently, and said, "If I don't do this job, I will be sent to the Labor Department..."

Meng Jingzhe knew that the Labor Service was the hardest place in the harem. He looked at Zhao Xuan beside him and said, "Arrang her a light work, and send a big and tall eunuch here."

There are many places above this branch that the short palace maids cannot touch, so Meng Jingzhe made such an arrangement.

The little palace maid got this arrangement and understood that Meng Jingzhe was not going to punish him, but unexpectedly he had a better future. She couldn't help but show a hint of joy on her face and kept kowtowing and thanking her.

If you want a good job in this palace, you have to give money to the nanny and the eunuchs. She has no money, so naturally she can't get a good place. Now that she has the words of Meng Jingzhe, she has been so happy.

Meng Jingzhe looked at her at this time, and he felt a little strange when he saw her.

He carefully recalled the expression on the face of the little palace maid before, and the shrunk look of her head shrinking her neck. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you scared before?"

When the little palace maid heard this, she immediately shrank her neck again. Looking at Meng Jingzhe, she was so angry that she dared not tell the truth.

Although Zhao Xuan, who was standing by, didn't understand what Meng Jingzhe was thinking, he obviously knew these palace people very well, so he said angrily: "Your Majesty asks you, tell me the truth."

The little palace maid can only admit that she is afraid.

Seeing her answer, Meng Jingzhe felt like he had got the correct answer, and he felt a little more comfortable in his heart.

He has always been very bad at sensing other people's emotions, so the future plans given by his modern parents are in the direction of scientific research, and Meng Jingzhe was indeed working in this direction in those years.

At this moment, he unexpectedly felt that he might be able to sense other people's emotions, so he asked again: "Are you happy to be able to change to a light job?"

The little palace maid answered truthfully again.

Meng Jingzhe nodded gently.

Although the little palace maid didn't know which song Meng Jingzhe was singing, she knelt on the spot tremblingly, fearing that Meng Jingzhe would like to ask something again.

Meng Jingzhe seemed to have thought of a good way to observe his emotions, so he said to Zhao Xuan again: "You don't need to arrange this girl anymore, just follow me."

Although Zhao Xuan was a little surprised when he heard this, he bowed and said to the little palace maid: "Being able to serve in front of the emperor is a blessing you have cultivated for several lifetimes. You should use more snacks in the future."

The little palace maid's face was not happy at this time, but was full of frightened.

Compared to an old man like Zhao Xuan who has been able to collapse in front of the mountain without changing his expression, Meng Jingzhe thinks that the little palace maid has a huge change in emotions, and is very suitable for him to learn to read emotions.

"Thank you... Thank you Lord, Longyou..." The little palace maid kowtowed to Meng Jingzhe again.

Meng Jingzhe asked, "Are you scared now?"

The expression on the little palace maid's face was very distorted. She dared not deceive Meng Jingzhe or tell the truth, so she felt particularly embarrassed at this time.

Meng Jingzhe added: "Tell me the truth and tell me what you think. No matter what it is, I forgive you for not guilty."

The little palace maid can only say it carefully.

Meng Jingzhe nodded after hearing this. His face was expressionless, but he felt extremely comfortable in his heart. After all, he had already answered three questions correctly in a row.

Meng Jingzhe said to her again: "You have taken good care of this garden, and I decided to reward you with one or two silver coins."

It’s not that Meng Jingzhe is stingy, but that everything has rules. The reward for the palace servants is based on the detailed rules issued by the Ministry of Revenue.

After hearing this, the little palace maid couldn't help but curl up.

"Are you happy?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

The little palace maid originally didn't know what Meng Jingzhe was going to do, but after several times of this, she vaguely understood that she was not smart, but she was honest. At this time, she was naturally very good at matching Meng Jingzhe.

Meng Jingzhe tried several times and finally stopped.

At this time, not far from him, there was an extremely beautiful young woman.

The woman's eyes seemed to be filled with autumn waves, and she looked at Meng Jingzhe with affection.

After Meng Jingzhe glanced at her, he forced himself to divert his sight, then turned around and continued to look at the pine and cypress tree that he had pruned.

The more I look at him, the more satisfied he is. I just feel that this is still so complete symmetry that he can calm down.

The beautiful woman, seeing Meng Jingzhe, would rather look at a tree than turn to look at herself. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes seemed to be poisoned, looking at the simple-dressed little palace maid.

Meng Jingzhe looked at the tree for a long time, and the appreciation in his eyes became more and more obvious, and he even wanted to stand here and watch it carefully.

"Your Majesty, what's so good about this tree? It's so boring." The beautiful woman arrived next to Meng Jingzhe at some point.

Meng Jingzhe heard such a sweet and sweet voice that seemed to be mixed with honey, and couldn't help frowning slightly. Then he turned to look at the people around him and asked, "What are you doing?"
To be continued...