"The slave is a woman, she doesn't understand the political affairs of the court, and she doesn't know what Cheng Gongzi thinks...... Your Majesty is not a good emperor......" Aunt Ning was teary-eyed, and she wanted to speak again.

Why did Aunt Ning suddenly tell him this, Sima Cheng was puzzled, he unconsciously became vigilant, could it be that he was insinuating what happened last night?

"Your Majesty has lived in the world for a long time, is not informal, easy to make mistakes, and the etiquette is not even as good as what some official sons do, and often offends Cheng Gongzi, please forgive Cheng Gongzi." Aunt Ning said

Listening to Aunt Ning mention the snow, Sima Cheng's mind unconsciously appeared with the sound and smile of the snow, and the confused appearance of accidentally getting the ink on his face, his face turned red when he said that he was thinking, and he was very satisfied when he ate the Taishi cake last night, and he laughed......

Sima Cheng was a little stunned and was silent for a long time.

Xue is indeed not like the sons of Cui, Lu, Li, and Lu, or has a natural temperament, or Top Gun, or self-respecting, or graceful style, nor is it like the emperor in the ancient books, the posture of the dragon and the phoenix, and the watch of the sky.

So, what kind of person is Snow?

Now, Sima Cheng can't recognize his own heart, how can he recognize others?

"Aunt Ning's words are serious. I was only favored by the prince, and today I have the honor to become Your Majesty's personal guard," Sima Cheng paused, "Moreover, I don't think that Your Majesty is not a person who does not know the number of etiquette, but he just does not want to be bound by the number of etiquette." ”

At this point, Sima Cheng empathizes.

After Sima Cheng finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that when he was in the palace yesterday, Yang Huan put his shoulder on his shoulder, and he would obviously feel uncomfortable because of the closeness of others, at that time, he immediately put Yang Huan's hand away.

At this point, Sima Cheng couldn't help frowning, but yesterday, he actually ......

Maybe it's because the moonlight is so beautiful that it makes it dazzling.

Sima Cheng's brows stretched slightly, and he sighed lightly, he himself felt helpless about his inconsistent actions.

Aunt Ning raised her eyes and secretly observed Sima Cheng's expression, only to see that Sima Cheng was sometimes calm as usual, sometimes with tenderness in her eyes, sometimes worried, and finally turned to a helpless look, which made her scratch her head for a while.

"And, in my opinion, Your Majesty will be a good emperor."

Sima Cheng looked at Aunt Ning with a sincere face, in this way, Aunt Ning felt a little cramped, she had calculated something, but in exchange for Sima Cheng's sincerity.

At this point, Aunt Ning had roughly determined that Sima Cheng did not have any suspicions about Xue, and she knew the prince's personality very well, and after talking with Sima Cheng, she became more and more convinced that the prince's son was also a humble gentleman, at this time, she suddenly wanted to do something more for Xue, so she asked:

"That'...... Does Prince Cheng like to stay in the East Palace and stay with His Majesty? “

Sima Cheng's face was slightly stunned, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, Aunt Ning "chuckled" in her heart, worried about whether she had aphasia, and hurriedly added:

"The slave just thinks that His Majesty left the palace when he was young, and he has no friends among the people, Cheng Gongzi, you are the same age as Your Majesty, and you can be regarded as her brother, although you are only Your Majesty's personal guard on your face, but in fact, Your Majesty respects you very much in his heart, and he does not treat you as a guard at all."

Sima Cheng listened quietly, he didn't care about these titles, he didn't care about fame and fortune, he didn't even pay attention to Dao Xue's favor for him, he just did what the prince wanted.

As a brother or as a friend? Sima Cheng didn't understand this emotion very well, and since then he has never had a companion since he lost his memory, there are no other children in the palace, Sima Cheng is with the soldiers every day, and Sima Yun, who occasionally visits, has finally left, Sima Cheng has always maintained this state of "being alone", not close to people outside the palace.

And Xue, who had only been with him for more than a month, easily handed over her heart, but from her previous idea of wanting to be with Chinese students, Sima Cheng was deeply aware of the difference between the two.

Sima Cheng never intended to intervene in Xue's thoughts, even if it was diametrically opposed to his beliefs, and if the prince wanted him to follow Xue's intentions, then he would follow.

"Your Majesty, you're an interesting person." Sima Cheng muttered to himself.

Aunt Ning only felt that Sima Cheng's tone had changed abruptly, and she felt approachable before, but at this moment, it gave people a sense of alienation from a distance, Aunt Ning couldn't help but shudder, she didn't dare to reply easily, and quietly glanced at Sima Cheng, only to see that his expression was as indifferent as water, as if he had returned to the appearance of the first meeting.

This time, Sima Cheng didn't answer Aunt Ning's words again, he just chuckled to himself, and then picked up the chopsticks again, and Aunt Ning on the side looked embarrassed, for fear of angering Sima Cheng, so he could only retreat in a sneering manner.

……

In the dormitory

Xue slowly opened her eyes and found that she had returned to the East Palace, the familiar bed, and the temperature of Aunt Ning was still in her hands, here, she could not wear a shroud, not call herself "I", close the door, everything here made her feel at ease.

Xue sat up from the bed, looked down and found that she had changed into her bedclothes, and just wanted to look up, followed by a wave of nausea from her body, accompanied by a headache, she rubbed her head uncomfortably, and leaned her back against the edge of the bed, only to feel more comfortable.

The daylight in the room was dazzling, the snow glanced at her, the shoes and boots worn last night were neatly placed on the side of the bed, and seemed to still smell of alcohol, reminding her of the past, and the snow slowly closed her eyes, trying to stitch together the fragments of yesterday's scattered memories.

It should be counted from the time she sneaked out last night, and after she finally came back, she talked to Aunt Ning, and then she fell asleep somehow, and in the morning, she heard the voices of Aunt Ning and Jiang Gonggong in a daze, she wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and later, another person came, the voice was a little familiar, and then later, it was at this moment.

Squinting her eyes slightly, looking around, she seemed to be the only one in the huge dormitory.

Seeing that it was the second time to see such a bright dormitory, she was sick yesterday, so there was the first time, Xue was a little unaccustomed to it, she shook her nose, and called softly:

"Aunt Ning."

There was no response, however, Snow was startled by her own voice, hoarse and nasal, and she couldn't help pinching her throat, only to find that not only her head, but also her throat was dry and painful.

After some struggle, Snow dragged her heavy body, got out of bed, stumbled down at the table, and after drinking a glass of water, she finally felt more comfortable.

This time must have been too early, Xue looked out the window, listening to the silence in the East Palace, thinking that it was probably Aunt Ning and Gonggong Jiang who had already taken care of things, so that she could sleep peacefully.

Xue was no longer able to go back to bed, she drooped her legs, lying on the table, with an innocent girl's face, but with a sorrow that did not match her age.

Yesterday, the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet was canceled, although there was no sound to the palace, but Xue vaguely remembered that when she was a child, the Mid-Autumn Festival palace banquet was an occasion for the powerful imperial uncle to show off and the poor imperial uncle to ask for money, and he canceled it like this, and it was inevitable that some people couldn't swallow their breath.

Then, Xue hadn't been to court today, and I didn't know if those ministers would have prejudices against her, thinking of this, Xue couldn't help but let out a long sigh and began to think about what she was going to do next.

"Discuss the list of new officials with Pei Xuanling, and discuss the enthronement ceremony with Xun Ting and Zuo Ruhui......"

Xue dropped a finger every time she said one, and at this time, she suddenly stopped, realizing that the things mentioned in Shen Xing's plan seemed to be all there was to it.