In Fengyang Palace, Feng Qian didn't know the news yet, thinking that he would come over for dinner as usual. ===Sanwei-Shoya===~.TTshu.!?

The meals on the table were all ready, and there was still no figure of Jun Moying, Feng Qian couldn't help but wonder. Why is the right prime minister so bold, what important things to say, and even the emperor's dinner time dares to be delayed?

Feng Qian pulled a cloak and put it on herself, ready to go outside to take a look.

"Niangniang, let's let the slave go." Dongyang wanted to stop her, it was so cold outside, why let the master run, she would just go and see it.

"It's okay, I'm wearing so much, I can't freeze. Anyway, I'm just sitting here and waiting, so I might as well go out and have a look. ”

As soon as I went out, I saw Xiao Anzi running in a hurry, the expression on her face seemed to be very entangled, and the moment she saw her, it turned into surprise again: "On such a cold day, how did Niangniang come out?" ”

Feng Qian smiled and asked instead of answering: "Why are you running in such a hurry?" Is there something wrong with the emperor, so you can't come? ”

Xiao Anzi's expression suddenly returned to tangled, although he tried his best to hide it, Feng Qian still did not miss the embarrassment that flashed in his eyes.

After a while, Xiao Anzi finally made up his mind and said: "Back to Niangniang, the emperor went to Huazhang Palace, let the servants come to say, I won't come today, so that Niangniang doesn't have to wait for him." ”

Feng Qian raised his eyebrows, Huazhang Palace? Concubine Qi?

"Okay, I got it." The curvature of the corners of Feng Qian's mouth rose even higher.

Xiao Anzi was stunned.

When he reacted, the person in front of him had already turned around and entered the temple, leaving only a dark back for him.

Xiao Anzi complained bitterly, what kind of reaction is this? This master shouldn't have taken his anger out on him, right?

Thinking about it, he is really hard, to put it mildly, he is the apprentice of Grand Duke Li, but it is precisely because of this that this kind of thankless work can only be done by him. The master definitely doesn't want to offend people, and it seems perfunctory to find a little eunuch to go back and forth to Fengyang Palace, so in the end, this kind of thing will definitely fall on him.

Xiao Anzi sighed, turned around and turned back the way he came, ready to reply.

Feng Qian returned to the hall and didn't say anything, so he ate by himself.

Dongyang couldn't help but be surprised: "Isn't Niangniang waiting for the emperor?" ”

Feng Qian stared at a chicken leg and bit off a large piece of meat, stuffed his mouth full, and his cheeks bulged: "Well, he won't be here today." ”

I don't know why, Dongyang always felt that although the master was laughing, there seemed to be a bit of gloomy gnashing of teeth in this smile, and the poor chicken leg became the object of her bite.

Dongyang couldn't help but shudder.

She didn't want to ask again, but silently found that the master seemed to have eaten two bowls of rice today—on weekdays, the master only likes to eat meat, not food.

It's weird......

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Huazhang Palace.

At the dinner table, Concubine Qi carefully prepared dishes for the emperor, and her words and deeds did not dare to be as presumptuous as before-of course, she couldn't be called presumptuous before, just occasionally made a harmless joke. Unlike now, you have to hold even a smiling face, for fear that you will accidentally offend the emperor again.

It's just that the emperor looks silent, and it seems that he is busy thinking about things even when he is eating.

Jun Moying is indeed thinking about things, many, many things, and the protagonists of these things he thinks about are the same.

Feng Qian.