The sky slowly darkened, and the whole palace was already lit up.

It's time for dinner, as if she was really a little hungry, she was playing with Qian Xue all afternoon, this little girl finally fell asleep, and she was also exhausted, Chunxiang and others put dinner on the table.

"Princess, it's time for dinner." Haruka said with a smile.

It was as if he got up from the chair, stretched a big lazy waist, and then walked to the front of the dining table and sat down, Chunxiang and Cuicui stood aside and waited, it was originally Chunhong and Chunxiang, because Chunhong had just come back, as if she was letting her rest, so Chunhong's position was temporarily replaced by Cuicui.

It's like looking at a table of dishes, she is really hungry this time, and at a glance she sees the bowl of yellow chicken soup closest to her, the palace yellow chicken soup that looks greasy and doesn't taste greasy, just like the son of Zhejiang in the northwest is thinking about this delicacy, this time it is so hard to taste, she is naturally very happy.

"This chicken soup is made by Ping'er." It's as if pointing to the yellow chicken soup in front of him and asking Chunxiang and Cuicui next to him.

Haruka nodded hurriedly; "Yes, Sister Ping knows that Niangniang likes this, so she is ready for a long time, how about you taste it?"

A hint of emotion passed over Wanruo's face, and he muttered to himself; "It's rare for her to have this heart." As she spoke, she picked up the spoon and put it in her mouth, the taste was still the same, smooth but not greasy, and it was addictive to take a sip.

After dinner, Chunxiang and Cuicui hurriedly ordered a few mothers-in-law to come in and tear off the remnants of the table, facing this situation, as if they were in a dream, did they really return to the palace? The figures who came and went in front of him told themselves that this was not a dream, and that they had really gone home.

"Chunxiang, Cuicui, I want to bathe,." Chunxiang and Cuicui were busy supporting Wanruo to take a bath, as if she had specially prepared a new dress, planning to change it after bathing, sitting in the bathtub full of petals, as if gently picking up the splash and letting the splash kiss her skin, the light and shadow shone into the water, and the surrounding was particularly quiet, but her heart was stacked at the moment, her previous self was so eager to escape, but the experience of a few months made her no longer have the idea of escaping, she felt that only staying in the palace was the safest, only in the Funing Palace was safe, she was really afraidIt's true......

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Yin'an Temple

Murong Yichuan sat on a chair and looked at the backlog of secret guards sent from all over the country, as well as the recitals presented to the emperor by the magistrate, all of which were secretly sent to the palace by the celebrant Defu.

Ping'er squatted on the ground to wash Murong Yichuan's feet, from the day Ping'er followed Murong Yichuan, she served him to soak his feet, Ping'er's foot soaking is different from other maids, she will put a lot of Chinese herbs in the foot washing water, such as small black medicine, double kidney grass, Jiulongpan, big blood ginseng, thorny Li root, rheumatism and so on one or twenty Chinese medicinal materials mixed together, and she has very superb massage skills, so Murong Yichuan especially enjoys Ping'er to soak his feet. Ran Ping'er didn't just soak Murong Yichuan's feet, she soaked his feet at the same time, they would also discuss some secrets, for Murong Yichuan, this was a matter of killing two birds with one stone. Ping'er hadn't soaked Murong Yichuan's feet for a long time, but at this moment, she was concentrating on massaging the soles of the other party's feet, but she was also full of thoughts, she had nothing to ask for in her life, she just wanted to soak his feet for a lifetime.

Murong Yichuan hadn't enjoyed it like this for a long time, and almost forgot to look at the music book in his hand, he picked up a copy at random, opened it and saw that it was actually written by Zhuge Luo, the marshal of the southeast border pass, Zhuge Luo was his own person, and he actually played it for the emperor, Murong Yichuan immediately became vigilant, he carefully looked at the Na Rong on the music book, and suddenly realized that Zhuge Luo's mother had died, and he asked the court to keep the system for his mother for three years, and the date was just sent a few days.

Murong Yichuan pointed to the chapter in his hand and asked Ping'er; "Are you sure this is the first book that Zhuge Luo gave to the emperor during this time" King Fu stared at Ping'er who was soaking his feet expressionlessly, he was afraid that in the days when he was no longer there, his subordinates would do something behind his back, which mainly referred to those officials who were subdued by himself.

Ping'er nodded while massaging King Fu; "Yes, as long as it is the chapter of some people that Chitose once told Defu, as long as you are not there, he will detain it and send it to the palace, which Chitose can rest assured. What are you going to do? After all, this matter can't be delayed, right? ”

King Fu held the notebook in his hand and nodded slightly; "We'll talk about this later. Ping'er, you've worked hard these days, I see you've lost weight, aren't you too tired? Murong Yichuan deliberately diverted the topic, he was full of gratitude to Ping'er, he felt that it was a bit inappropriate to talk to the other party about other things as soon as he came back, he should be more sympathetic to her, after all, it is not easy to manage so many things for himself!

In the face of King Fu's such straightforward concern, Ping'er's heart is warm, she never expects King Fu's concern, even if the other party has a cold face to herself every day, as long as she can see it every day, she is also willing.

"Thank you Chitose for your concern, Ping'er is not hard at all, I didn't take care of the princess at that time, so that she was in danger, Ping'er should ask for the guilt." Ping'er's words aroused Murong Yichuan's anger again, one of his feet was in Ping'er's palm, and the other trick stepped on the basin fiercely, the force was too great, and the water splashed everywhere, splashing on Ping'er's body and face; "Chitose is angry." Ping'er didn't stop massaging Murong Yichuan because of this, she was still massaging his feet seriously, ignoring the droplets on her face and clothes.

At this time, Murong Yichuan realized that he shouldn't have had a seizure, just thinking about the emperor's behavior towards Wanruo, his anger could not be suppressed, so he almost lost his anger and Ping'er. "Ping'er; I'm not targeting you, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to blame yourself, we won't be in the volume in the future, it's good for everyone. Murong Yichuan's tone was obviously a little stiffer than just now, and murderous aura flashed between his eyebrows.