Pavilions loom among lush trees. The winding stone path leads in all directions, and the turquoise water of the lake ripples in the breeze, like a pleated skirt on a beauty's body.

The wind accompanied by a faint fragrance eased the sorrow of many palace people, and they were busy with their own hands, and hurried past with their five fingers clenching the tray in their hands.

A red carpet was laid out in a pavilion, and the steep cornices were embellished several times. Red silk and gold silk poured down from the gray stone pillars.

Immediately after, there was the sound of messy footsteps on the stone path. Shang Xi, who was standing in the center with everything arranged, hurriedly trotted over, and led the ministers to their seats with a smile on his face.

"Ministers, please take your seats, this draft is about to begin......" He raised his eyes and looked at the pavilion, where several eunuchs in charge of affairs were already standing on one side, and then smiled.

He thoughtfully turned his head to look at the dragon chair that shone golden in the sun, and couldn't help but wonder, these hundred officials are almost here, why has the emperor disappeared for a long time.

Stretched out his hand to wipe the fine sweat oozing from his forehead, since the moment he stepped out of the Yonghe Hall in the morning, his heart was jubilant. Not to mention that this draft was promised by the emperor on his own initiative, just with the indescribable relationship between him and Su Jinyu now, if today's draft is to be held smoothly, he is really not sure.

A group of dressed palace maids slowly walked from the side of the hall carrying various delicacies, each placed on the wooden tables of the ministers. Then they stood aside and waited for them to be dispatched.

Without Shang Xi by his side, Ling Yun couldn't help but let out a long breath. In all these years, he had never felt so relaxed as he had been. When he appeared alone in the Yonghe Palace, Qingyun, who was guarding the door of the hall, was obviously a little stunned.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and hurriedly greeted her, making sure that Shangxi and the others were not following behind her, and before she could ask An Zuoyi, Qingyun knelt on the bluestone ground, her forehead lightly touched the cold ground, "Qingyun thanks the emperor for not killing him." ”

Her voice was soft, just enough for the two of them to hear clearly. Ling Yun raised his jaw, stretched out his arm from the sleeve of the wide dragon robe and swung it, "Get up, you don't have to say anything about this matter, do what you have to do." He glanced at her and walked around.

He originally thought that he could trust these close palace maids in the palace, but when he broke through Qingyun's incident with his own eyes, his heart was cold for most of the time, even if he valued a person, she couldn't escape the 'love' level.

Sending Qingyun to the West Palace was nominally a punishment for her dereliction of duty, but secretly she was asked to manage the concubines and palace maids in the West Palace in the past, teaching them what to do and what not to do.

What she didn't expect was that she enjoyed this seemingly punitive punishment very much, and fornicated with others all day long.

The images that appeared in his mind made Ling Yun pause, he slowly turned around, sighed and asked, "Is she awake?" ”

"Yes. At this hour, she should be cleaning the courtyard, I don't know what the emperor commands? Qingyun raised his chin in a panic and stared intently at Ling Yun's handsome face.

In a few hours, it will be the draft ceremony, and the hundred officials are afraid that they will already be waiting for them. She was a little surprised that Ling Yun was alone and returned to the Yonghe Palace, and she reminded worriedly, "The emperor might as well go to the imperial garden first, and her slaves and maids will deal with ......it properly." As she spoke, she bent her head.

Ling Yun took a deep breath and walked away without waiting for Qingyun to finish speaking.

Under the maple tree where the three of them were hugging, Su Jinyu put the broom in his hand on the edge of the corner, and looked up under the tree, as if he wanted this maple leaf as red as the morning glow to see through.

The breeze struck, and a few more maple leaves fell from the treetops, she paced forward and stepped on the withered maple leaves on the ground, and with a crisp 'click', Su Jinyu stopped.

stared at the maple leaf that had been broken into pieces with pity, and his eyes were full of melancholy. Her fingertips raised, sliding a perfect arc in the air, and with just such a slight force, she grabbed the maple leaf floating in the air, and the corners of her lips slowly raised.

In the silent courtyard, she sensitively heard the steady footsteps coming from behind her, and turned slightly sideways, different from the brightness in her hand, Ling Yun's bright yellow dragon robe pierced deep into her eyes.

"Your Majesty......" She was stunned, and his appearance made her panic, "How could you ......?"

Before she could finish speaking, Ling Yun rushed in front of her with an arrow step, hugging her fiercely into his arms, sucking the fragrance from her hair.

"I can't let go, I can't let go of you at all. Jinyu, what do I have to do so that I don't break your heart. You tell me, you tell me ......"