The moment I learned that Ying Zheng sent away his "arm" Meng Yi for me, my soft heart had already removed all the disguises and defenses against Ying Zheng, even if he really wanted to live up to my true feelings in the future, I also wanted to let go of my own concerns to love him, so I didn't hesitate to hand myself over to him.

"The slave concubine is not Su Daji, but she also loves the fox Mao Soft, Su Daji loves the fox out of the fox's nature, the slave concubine," I paused, looked at Ying Zheng, and said shyly: "It is because the Mao is soft that the king hunts." ”

Ying Zheng's palm moved down, his fingers continued to twist and unbutton his clothes, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"The widow has been waiting for your beautiful words, but I've been waiting for a long time."

He liked my initiative to confess my heart.

I also like that I can freely reveal my heart in an atmosphere that identifies his intentions, but some people are not happy.

"Your Majesty, Tan Luo is unwell, please come over."

Zhao Gao came again, not sooner or later, and as usual he was in the most "suitable" moment.

Ying Zheng unbuttoned my shirt for a moment, and soon continued to move.

"Pass on the Imperial Doctor."

He commanded to go out.

Zhao Gao did not have the order to leave, but insisted on discerning.

"It has already been rumored, and Tan Luo said that his heart was unbearable, and he cried and cried that he would see the king."

Listening to Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao's accosting, I didn't speak, nor did I convey my heart to Ying Zheng, I knew that this was Mengtan playing tricks, she didn't want me to get Ying Zheng's favor so she messed around like this.

Ying Zheng snorted heavily, he looked at me who was silent, and made a decision with a pampered face.

"You have a good rest, don't get cold on your legs."

According to Yingzheng's recent relaxed attitude towards Mengtan, and Mengtan's own arrogant temperament, I dare to assert that if Yingzheng can't pass, Mengtan will keep making trouble;

However, she made trouble. I'm not a corner of retreat that can only be resigned to and helpless, this play of asking for favors, whether Mengtan can sing it handily depends on whether I cooperate...

I let Yingzheng go. I didn't say anything to keep him, I didn't do it willingly, but I know that Mengtan is now the most popular princess in the palace, and Yingzheng will definitely not be able to rest assured of her for a while, and I, too, have not reached the point where Yingzheng can be wholeheartedly reconciled.

While sending Ying Zheng away, I secretly thought: After Ying Zheng completely solves his doubts about me, I will not compromise with others anymore, since I want to fight, then fight together. Show your powers with them, and see who can be lucky enough to win more love from Yingzheng.

Although I didn't get along with Yingzheng completely, our relationship was undeniably much better, and in addition to accompanying him for dinner when he was in the inner palace, I was able to see him unhindered when I delivered my belongings during his time in the front palace.

"What did you do today?"

Ying Zheng saw me enter the temple. He put down the bamboo book and greeted him, and sat down with me at the round table in the hall.

I heard Ying Zheng's plain and indifferent greeting, and suddenly it seemed to be a conversation between close family members, and my heart was filled with warmth for a while, and my tone involuntarily tended to be a good wife and mother.

"Today's meal is called 'Preserved Egg Lean Porridge', and the preserved egg was prepared by the concubine a few months ago. The porridge was also ruined a lot of meat and preserved eggs before it was barely boiled properly, if the king doesn't dislike it, can you taste it? ”

I'm looking forward to looking at Ying Zheng and I like to get his expectations.

In this era, there is no such ingredient as preserved eggs, and although I have eaten them, it is not as easy to make them.

I thought about success for a long time. But I tried to make it many times with lime powder and failed, and the batch of preserved eggs in the bowl belonged to was made with great difficulty more than a month ago, and this bowl of porridge is also a finished product that I can do after trying many times.

"If a widow has a mouthful and can resist it, he naturally eats as much as he wants."

Ying Zheng smiled good-naturedly, revealing the disrespectful look I was expecting, and he was curious about the taste of fresh food.

It's rare for him to show a relatively unsteady side. I knew that he was in a good mood and relaxed, so I brought two more dishes from the silver platter.

"Garlic fungus, candied fruit Jiayingzi, for the king to appetize and porridge accompaniment."

I set the dishes, my eyes moving between them, avoiding the gaze of Yingzheng as I spoke.

I thought of this gaze in advance, and I thought that Ying Zheng might pay attention to my expression when he heard "Jia Yingzi", so I avoided it in advance, so as not to expose my curiosity and let him feel that I didn't mean it.

Ever since I learned that Ying Zheng cherished me beyond my imagination, I couldn't help but wonder how much he loved me, and whether the "sins" that happened inexplicably and ended up in the past were all the ones he deliberately tolerated and left the culprit behind.

"Jia Yingzi, Shengjin is appetizing, sweet and sour, have you always used it?"

He took a Jiaying seed and put it in his mouth, and asked me casually.

"Slave concubines are often used," I said, raising my eyebrows to look at Ying Zheng, and asked him directly, "The king doesn't seem to need it." ”

If I want to know how deep and long Yingzheng's heart is, I must take the risk of testing him.

He didn't think about it, he spoke straightforwardly, and his answer was generous.

"The widow hasn't used it for many years, and the last time I ate it, it was the time when you first developed it and gave it to the widow."

Ying Zheng said this, my heart rejoiced:

Ying Zheng can admit that he has not used Jia Yingzi for many years, which is a traumatic fact for his childhood, which shows that he does not want to hide it from me in this matter;

Thinking about it, he doesn't hide such a private thing from me, so can I understand that he is willing to share many things with me?

I was moved by this discovery, and I opened my mouth again to find out whether the thought in my mind was true or false.

"The king hasn't used it for many years, is it deliberately not used?"

Ying Zheng raised his lips and chuckled lightly when he heard this, as if he expected me to continue to ask like this, he gave me a look of "if you are curious, why don't you ask directly".

"Plums hurt people, and widows haven't used them for many years." He replied crisply.

His simplicity made me want to know more and more about his inner thoughts, so I asked again, and it was very direct.

"The king hasn't used it for many years, why did he use the plums sent by the slave concubine?"

I've always wanted to know the answer to this question, and I've wanted to know it since the gossip and speculation that came my way, but I didn't dare ask. To this day, although I now know some of the internal reasons, I still want to hear Ying Zheng say it himself.

He looked at me with an eyebrow raised, and before he could say anything, he smiled first.

"Didn't you send Jiayingzi?"

He did it on purpose, he was just joking me - everyone knows that Jiayingzi is made with plums.

"Your Majesty!" I blamed him for teasing me.

After a play, Ying Zheng smiled.

"Hahaha, okay, I won't tease you. The widow didn't blame you at that time, because he knew that you were stubborn and sensitive, so he couldn't bear to dispel your rare initiative and tenderness at that time and indulged you. ”

He was open to me, with no intention of beating around the bush.

It turned out that my instincts were right, and Ying Zheng broke his precepts because he loved me, not for other reasons of ignorance.

"Since the king has feelings for the slave concubine, why doesn't he take the initiative to confess to the slave concubine?"

I pursed my lips coquettishly, and vented the grievances and worries I had suffered in my heart during this period of time to Yingzheng through my expression of grievance.

Ying Zheng raised his hand and stroked my hair, his eyes staring at my cheek.

"Then you don't dare even more, when the widow enters and leaves Qixi Palace, you are worried and looks like you are going to be worried, if the widow bluntly says what he wants you to do, you have to treat the widow like a wild beast."

His explanation made me feel so moved that I was a mess.

"There are too many slaves and concubines who are stupid, and when the king is really angry, he and the slave concubines are on fire."

I bowed my head in embarrassment, and when I got the information I wanted, I tried to hide my excitement and shyness.

"You're not a fuel-efficient lamp, and on several occasions, the widow has been so confused by your anger that it almost made a big mistake."

He didn't shy away from commenting on my past.

I categorically can't discuss with Ying Zheng the culprit of the misunderstanding in the past, because if I sit on this big hat myself, then I will definitely endure hardships and be insulted in Ying Zheng's heart with this "self-inflicted" big focus hat; And if I keep saying that it's Yingzheng's fault, then I'm really wrong.

can't be a good person and "confess his guilt", and he can't accuse Yingzheng of indifference according to his heart, so I have to make a witty remark to open a way for this dead-end topic and resolve the embarrassment at this moment.

"Huh~~~ The king reigns over the world, majestic and majestic, and there is a time of 'confusion'?"

I spoke playfully, setting the mood to the point where we could joke with each other.

Ying Zheng glanced at me and complained to me angrily.

"It's not that you're angry." He said.

It doesn't matter, at this moment when my heart is full of him, don't say that he is joking with good intentions and teasing me with responsibility, that is, he wants my life, I think I can also consider it.

"Then, the slave concubine boiled porridge to make amends."

I silently responded to his conclusions, and only wanted him to have a second more happy and comfortable time in his short leisure time, instead of arguing with red faces and resentments to resentment without results.

Ying Zheng took a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth, savored the aftertaste, and praised me.

"You always have countless new tricks for the widow to see, and this bowl of porridge is also very delicious."

The sincere and loving look in his eyes made me very happy.

"If only the king liked it..."

My words were still stuck in my mouth and I was not finished, and Zhao Gao's voice appeared in our ears again.

"Qi to the king, Tan Luofu has prepared a whole sheep banquet for the king, and he is facing General Meng Yi at the gate of the inner palace, and the servants must wait to come to report."