Outside the Imperial Study.

"Bang", a drop of sweat slipped from a palace maid's face and was broken into several petals, reflecting the brilliant sunlight and refracting colorful colors, which was very beautiful.

King Zhaoyang was just about to get closer to admire it, but unfortunately before he could get closer, this drop of sweat was absorbed by the ground.

Also, just a drop of sweat, how long can you struggle?

"It's a shame." King Zhaoyang opened the green jade bone fan he was carrying with him with a "sigh", and the vassal shook it elegantly before he continued to say "It's a pity".

All the kneeling slaves and maids didn't know what King Zhaoyang's "pity" meant, and when they thought of the rumors about this idle prince, their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Although it was thirty-nine days, Gonggong Qiu was sweating, the prince had just left, and the king of Zhaoyang had arrived, and he still looked like he didn't stop seeing the emperor. The prince is okay, he knows the etiquette steadily, and he knows how to advance and retreat, but this is a real ancestor, knowing that the emperor is now in it with Concubine Bao, but he still looks like he has made up his mind and is waiting for the emperor.

Although Gonggong Qiu is the most powerful old man around the emperor, even the former queen will give him a little thin noodles in the palace, but Gonggong Qiu is still in trouble when he looks at King Zhaoyang, although King Zhaoyang is an idle prince, but who doesn't know that this is the most valued courtier of the emperor? It's just that this King Zhaoyang is another person who is informal, disregards etiquette and law, and is unruly, acting only according to his own preferences, and even losing the emperor's face many times, the key is that the emperor has never blamed King Zhaoyang.

Another drop of sweat "snapped" and hit the ground, only this time the sweat fell from Gonggong Qiu's face.

Gonggong Qiu gritted his teeth, and if he couldn't offend King Zhaoyang, he could only offend Concubine Bao.

Even if Gonggong Qiu had already made up his mind, he still made a look of embarrassment, knelt forward a step forward tremblingly, saluted first, and was about to speak: "Wang..."

Before the word "Ye" was spoken, King Zhaoyang let out a "yes" as if he had discovered a new continent, and then he was surprised: "Gonggong Qiu, why are you still kneeling?" This king has been here for a quarter of an hour, and you won't be on your knees all the time, will you? Oh! Sins and sins, you are the most relied on old man by the emperor's side, if the emperor knows that I am so unhearted, he must be scolded one after another, alas! ”

The words were surprised and couldn't be more surprised, and the sincerity couldn't be more sincere, but this was in the palace, and all the people present were human spirits, and King Zhaoyang's words were clearly asking Gonggong Qiu to swallow this coptis in his stomach.

Father-in-law Qiu's old face smiled into a flower, and everyone thought that King Zhaoyang's words were beating him, but in fact, King Zhaoyang's temperament was actually very much like the original emperor, looking unruly, but in fact, he was proud to the bones, and he could say this, but also in the face of the former queen's mother...

Thinking of the queen, Gonggong Qiu's eyes sank, although it only returned to normal in an instant, but everyone still felt the stiffness of Gonggong Qiu's body for a moment, thinking that he was said by King Zhaoyang to be faceless, only King Zhaoyang saw the pain in Gonggong Qiu's eyes, Sister Qing, after all, someone still remembers you.

King Zhaoyang bent down and stretched out his hand to help Gonggong Qiu get up, but he didn't look at him, "It's cold, and the imperial brother is afraid of the cold, let him rest again." I'm fine, don't disturb the imperial brother, I'll go shopping elsewhere, Father-in-law Lao Qiu bothered, and the imperial brother woke up and told him that I had been here. ”

"The prince has tormented the old slave, the prince, the weather is cold, you should also be careful of catching a cold."

Everyone was curious about King Zhaoyang's sudden change, only Gonggong Qiu looked at the direction of King Zhaoyang's walking.

Fengchao Palace.

With a "squeak", the dilapidated gate that was in harmony with the palace building was pushed open, as usual, even if it had long been uninhabited, as the queen had been

There are still people who come to clean the palace to keep it clean and fresh, of course, this is also because of the emperor's tacit permission, after all, there has never been such treatment after the death of the dynasty.

It's just that no matter how clean it is, it's useless, the master is gone, and this Fengchao Palace has also lost its soul.

King Zhaoyang remembered that when Sister Qing first went, he often came here in the middle of the night, always thinking that he might be able to meet, even if it was just half of Sister Qing's soul.

People don't often say, "If people have concerns, they will not go so cleanly, and they must come back to see the person in their hearts."

It's just that even if he came, he never dared to go in. He was afraid that if he went in and couldn't see Sister Qing, he would really think that she would never come back. But how is that possible? She was determined to come back. She loves the imperial brother so much, she must not be able to give up on him, not to mention Mo Yu who has not yet started a family.

King Zhaoyang looked at the unchanged furnishings in the door, and the hand hanging down his side tightened into a fist and slowly let go, he still remembered her.

Turn around and walk the way you came, never looking back.

The Imperial Study.

A pair of slender and boneless hands slowly lifted the pale yellow yarn hanging tent, revealing a baby face with delicate facial features, but the blush on the baby's face has not yet dissipated, but it is somewhat contrary to this petite girl-like temperament.

Concubine Bao looked at the emperor who was changing clothes like a little daughter, and shouted timidly as if she was in the round room for the first time: "Lang Jun? ”

A dim and unknown light flashed between Mo Chenfeng's eyes, but his voice did not fluctuate, and there was no trace of emotion, as if the person just now was not him.

"Come on, change the clothes of Concubine Bao." The voice is like water hitting a stone, clear and slightly cold, with a hint of unique dullness, but it can easily provoke the string in a woman's heart.

"You go down first..."Concubine Bao retreated from the palace maid, gathered a layer of light green tulle to cover her body, and a pair of snow-white and lustrous jade feet stepped forward with fine steps.

"Bao'er changes clothes for Langjun." Concubine Bao spoke softly, picked up the clothes that Gong E had just taken care of, and wanted to change the emperor's clothes with her own hands.

The emperor had a light breeze on his face, but his subordinates did not hesitate to push away Concubine Bao's hand, and did not change his clothes with Concubine Bao.

"Two days ago, Fang Shangshu recommended your cousin to me to respect his relatives, and I asked Zhaoyang to start this matter, who knew that he arranged the imperial guards, if it is really as Fang Shangshu said, it is condescending. No, the early dynasty gave him a genuine official position. ”

The stunned and unwilling to push away her hand on Concubine Bao's face was replaced by a happy expression in an instant, the emperor still cared about himself, otherwise how could he remember his cousin's position. Concubine Bao raised her head with an innocent look on her face, "No, Lang Jun..."

"Not really? Heh..."As if hearing something very funny, Mo Chenfeng withdrew his hand and inadvertently picked up the brocade silk hand towel on the washbasin and wiped each finger carefully, as if he had just touched something unclean, "What is the reason for the concubine to abandon these palace maids and change my clothes with her own hands?" ”

Concubine Bao had not yet come out of the joy just now, her delicate face was flushed, and she was suddenly questioned, and a pair of misty eyes looked at the impermanent king in front of her with a woman's love and resentment, obviously he was still so gentle just now.

Thinking of the affection just now, his hand involuntarily pulled up his sleeve, "Bao'er just wants to stay with Lang Jun for a while..."

Stay longer? That's what she said that one time. But why can't you just wait a little longer?

The sleeves were pulled away little by little as they overflowed their fingertips, with the tenderness just now: "Send Concubine Bao back to the palace." ”