Chapter 135: The Emperor is planning to live permanently in Fengyang Palace

Li Detong didn't react at once What the emperor asked, he did a lot of things every day, which one did the emperor ask?

"Your Majesty, the minions don't ......"

Jun Moying's eyebrows frowned: "Flowers!" ”

Li Detong suddenly realized, but he wanted to cry without tears, in the middle of the night, where could he think of this!

"Back to the emperor, the minions are ready! As long as the emperor gives an order, those people below will be able to send the flowers to the Longyin Palace tomorrow! ”

Jun Moying rubbed his eyebrows, piled up the approved folds aside, and stood up: "Don't send Longyin Palace, just move Fengyang Palace." ”

"Yes, the minion obeys." Li Detong hurriedly responded, but sighed helplessly in his heart, he knew that the emperor was suddenly interested in those flowers and plants, and he must have nothing to do with the little aunt and grandmother.

No, he really guessed it right.

Look at this posture now, is the emperor planning to live in Fengyang Palace permanently?

Ay.

If it continues like this, I'm afraid that this harem will not be peaceful again......

Jun Moying didn't let anyone wait when he entered the inner hall, for fear of waking up the little thing, and deliberately slowed his steps.

took off his dragon robe and walked to the screen and changed into his bedclothes.

His footsteps stopped there, looking at the quiet sleeping face on the bed from a distance, with a little softness and a little depth in his expression.

In fact, he didn't care whether Feng Qian's memory was restored or not, and even, if he could, he would prefer that she would always be like this.

I don't know how long it took, but the person on the bed suddenly turned over, and his delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

Immediately after, Feng Qian slowly opened his eyes.

When she first woke up, she was stunned for a moment, her pupils were out of focus, and she stared blankly at Jun Moying for a while.

"What's the matter, you don't know me when you wake up?" Jun Moying saw that she didn't speak for a while, and her eyes were still like a stranger, and she almost suspected that she had lost her memory again.

Feng Qian slowly came to his senses and stretched: "When I first woke up, I was delirious, and I was a little confused when I saw everything, don't care about this...... Are you done with everything? ”

"Yes." Jun Moying nodded and walked over to her, "I still woke you up." ”

"Don't be noisy, you're so quiet." Feng Qian burst out laughing, shrunk into the bed, and made room for him.

"What time is it?"

"It's three o'clock. Go to sleep, don't talk to me, or you won't be able to sleep for a while. Jun Moying had just entered the quilt, but his body was warm, in the winter, the temperature was really comfortable, Feng Qian couldn't help but drill into his arms.

"So late?"

In fact, if it is placed in modern times, this point is not too late at all, and the life of night owls has just begun. It's just that in ancient times, there were no entertainment activities, at most it was to enjoy the flowers, watch the plays, listen to the tunes, and after dinner, you can almost wash and sleep.

Jun Moying has been busy until this point, and Feng Qian can only say that he, the emperor, has really worked hard.

Feng Qian found a comfortable position in his arms to lie down, closed his eyes, and said with a smile: "You have worked hard, go to sleep!" Otherwise, you won't be able to get up tomorrow and go to the morning court. ”

She said this deliberately, as if she was returning the man's words to him, but when she heard it, Jun Moying's heart rippled.

The world can only see the emperor's monstrous power, life and death, so he has lived for so many years, and it is the first time he has heard someone say to him - you have also worked hard.

It is said that the emperor lacks love, he thinks, what he lacks is not love, but a plain understanding and tolerance.

But this little thing appeared at such a time again, in such a peculiar way, that he didn't want to let go