In the Mingde Palace, looking at Emperor Huiwen, who buried the first batch of reading folds, he saluted lightly: "Jiu'er sees his father, and his father is blessed!" ”

"Jiu'er is here." Emperor Huiwen raised his head when he heard this, and beckoned to Qingyun with a loving face: "Sit down next to my father." ”

Seeing that Uncle Leng nodded to himself, and then looked at Emperor Huiwen Nunu without a trace, Qingyun understood that his father must have been busy with political affairs and forgot to eat, so he replied to Uncle Leng with a reassuring look, and then walked to Emperor Huiwen and sat down, holding his arm and coquettishly: "Father, I'm hungry." ”

Listening to Qingyun's words, Emperor Huiwen knew that she said this on purpose, but he was still very distressed, and immediately ordered Leng Yi to hurry up and pass the meal.

"Didn't Jiu'er go out of the palace to taste the food of Wangyue Tower?"

"Go." Qingyun didn't hide it, Situ Jingyu's loyalty to her father and emperor would of course truthfully report her whereabouts, but about the Absolute Dust Palace, he promised her that he wouldn't say: "I also went to the fifth brother's 'Jinyu Zhai' and met two good friends. ”

Taking the brocade box handed by Zike, taking out her carefully carved blood jade and hanging it on Emperor Huiwen's waist, Mo Xuan said that the blood jade absorbed her blood, as long as the person wearing the blood jade was in danger, she would feel it whenever and wherever she was, and then gave another piece of warm jade with a good texture to Uncle Leng.

In the previous life, on the day when her father was buried in the imperial mausoleum, Uncle Leng, who loved her Ruobao, also left her, Sima Chun said that Uncle Leng had a deep relationship with his father's master and servant, so he voluntarily asked for his father's tomb to be guarded, she always believed it to be true, until she died, she learned from Lin Yuemei's mouth that Sima Chun used her life to blackmail Uncle Leng to guard the mausoleum, and let people pretend to be bandits to kill Uncle Leng halfway.

Emperor Huiwen and Leng Yi quietly glanced at each other, and the two of them looked at Qingyun with a tacit smile: "Oh? ”

"Although the food in Mochizuki Tower is good, I prefer to dine with my father and Uncle Leng, which has the taste of home."

"From then on, Jiu'er will come every day."

At the dinner table, the three of them talked and laughed, and after the meal, Qingyun accompanied the two to talk for a while, and then assisted Emperor Huiwen in handling government affairs.

Looking at Emperor Huiwen, whose sideburns had been added, Qingyun felt very uncomfortable, although she didn't understand why her father always wanted her to participate in political affairs before, but she shirked it on the grounds that the harem was not allowed to interfere in politics.

Now looking at her father who is working day and night for the peace of the country and the people, she decided to share her father's worries and relieve her labor, and no longer hide under her father's wings to enjoy his success.

The beloved daughter is finally willing to participate in political affairs, and Emperor Huiwen is very happy.

The night was deep, the stars dotted the vast night sky, the moonlight sprinkled down like water, and the whole palace was covered with a hazy silver.

After serving Emperor Huiwen to sleep, Qingyun told Uncle Leng to rest early, and then walked out of the Mingde Hall and walked among the corridors of the carved beams and paintings.

Zike put on a cloak for her: "Princess, it's cold at night, be careful of your body." ”

Lan Jue carefully held the lamp in front of her to lead the way.

"Hanlin Academy?" Looking up at the three strong and powerful characters on the plaque, Qingyun shook his head and was about to leave, but when he saw a faint candlelight flickering in the courtyard, he couldn't help frowning: It's so late, who is still inside?

Signaling Zike and Lan Jue to stay at the door, Qingyun quietly approached the place where the imperial historians worked, and looked through the slightly open window railing, Su Zihan was sitting on the desk, and the flickering candle flame shone on his face, lightly sprinkling a faint halo.

There is almost no difference between the portraits Su Zihan and the portraits brought by Long Ying, with a rich appearance and unique charm, no wonder Bingying always has a happy face when he talks about it.

Quietly retreated, Qingyun, who was walking on the road back to the Xia Palace, was quietly thinking about his thoughts, and suddenly heard Zike beside him say, "King Chun Jin'an." Suddenly startled and almost fell to the ground, Sima Chun stepped forward in time to help her.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing." Leaving his support without a trace, Qingyun said lightly: "It's getting late, why didn't the eldest brother return to the palace?" ”