The implication is that if you die, won't they all covet "that piece of land" in her name? Will she be able to survive then?

"It's good that the emperor knows."

Jian Yu: "......"

For your patient's sake, I don't care about you.

The causes of insomnia, Jian Yu also knows some.

The most common thing is to be annoyed by something, and think crankily at night, which leads to insomnia.

Jian Yu guessed that it might be because of the assassins a few days ago.

Such an iron-beaten man would be made like this, Jian Yu unconsciously imagined what happened to Pu Shuoling back then, so that he could have such a strong hatred for one thing.

Although he had learned from the past of milk tea, Pu Shuoling was still a little worried.

He picked up the spoon and took a sip.

In an instant, the soft glutinous feeling of the rice melted in her mouth, and there was a slight sweetness.

Well...... The taste is not bad.

He doesn't like sweet things, he thinks they're too greasy.

But the food that Jian Yu made this time was just the right sweetness, and it didn't make him feel tired.

Seeing Pu Shuoling eating with relish, Jian Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

She pushed the tea in her hand in front of Pu Shuoling, "This is the soothing and sleep-aiding tea I made, Uncle Huang can taste it after eating." ”

It's no secret that Pu Shuoling loves to drink tea, and basically everyone who knows him knows it.

Because of this, all kinds of businessmen from all over the country came to offer tea to Pu Shuoling, just to get his appreciation.

Pu Shuoling looked at the tea, then at the bowl under his hand, and nodded lightly.

"Since the emperor is so hearted, then the king is embarrassed to let the emperor's hard work go to waste."

"In that case, then Uncle Huang should have a good rest, I'm going to criticize the fold." After saying that, he flapped his calves and ran.

Pu Shuoling looked at Jian Yu's departing back, and there was a smile in his eyes.

This little guy cares so much about him for the first time.

After eating what Jian Yu brought, Pu Shuoling felt that his body and mind were a lot more relaxed.

It's just that the depression of that year is still in his heart, and he still can't completely forget it after so many years.

After all, how can a deep hatred be so easily forgotten?

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Jian Yu hurriedly ran back to Ziyang Palace, and she hadn't been in for long before the people from Lingqing Palace sent her the song.

Jian Yu: "......"

It's quite positive~

To be honest, she really wanted Pu Shuoling to get better.

Not only because he was able to save his life, but also because of Pu Shuoling's previous painful experience.

Although she didn't know what it was, Jian Yu understood that Pu Shuoling had been fighting with the First Emperor since he was seventeen years old, and that incident must have been before.

Now that Pu Shuoling is twenty-five years old, eight years have passed, and he can care about being like this.

Especially the fierce look in his eyes that night when he knew the identities of those assassins, Jian Yu could see a deep hatred from them.

Her heart was already sensitive, but now that she knew that the tough Pu Shuoling had such a painful experience, she couldn't help but feel pity for him.

Night.

Lingqing Palace.

Although I ate Jian Yu's things at noon, I felt comfortable physically and mentally.

But Pu Shuoling was still bored in his heart, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He looked at the book in his hand and threw it out in a frustrated manner, which startled the people in the room.

Immediately followed by Pu Shuoling's oppressive coercion.

Before Lu Jin came in, he felt the oppressive aura in the house.

He looked at the things that the little emperor had sent him in his hand, gritted his teeth and walked in, and put the things on Pu Shuoling's desk.

"What's that?" Pu Shuoling asked without even looking at it.