Before I knew it, the anger and dissatisfaction dissipated a lot. Flash Dance

Emperor Joan of Arc leaned back. Wen Qingwu quickly took a pillow and put it behind him.

Leaned back, leaning against the cushion.

Wen Qingwu continued to get started. The strength is just right.

Xu Qiang stood outside, and the little chamberlain didn't care. The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier. After a while, the door of the imperial study moved, and when the little chamberlain turned around, Xu Qiang also raised his head.

I saw Fan Yunxian walking out of the imperial study.

"Father-in-law Fan." The little chamberlain guarding the door spoke, bowed his body and retreated.

Fan Yunxian directly closed the door with his backhand and walked in front of Xu Qiang, "Xu Cairen, go in." ”

Xu Qiang's eyes lit up.

Fan Yunxian turned his head and looked at the little attendant guarding the door, "Let's go in and pass through." ”

The little chamberlain guarding the door was a little unresponsive.

Fan Yunxian is a person from Wen Cai, and everyone on duty in the Zichen Hall knows that just Wen Cairen has a face, so let people in?

The little chamberlain was a little puzzled, but looking at Fan Yunxian's expression, he still turned around and walked into the hall.

Emperor Joan of Arc gradually closed his eyes in Wen Qingwu's kneading. It's a pleasure to sit in such an afternoon, and to be pressed like this is a very enjoyable thing.

Xiao Nei entered the imperial study with broken steps, and the soft-soled shoes made people unable to hear the sound like cats. 35xs

After a while, I heard the extremely suppressed voice of the little chamberlain, "Your Majesty, Xu Cairen is here." ”

When Emperor Joan of Arc heard this, he looked at the little chamberlain below, and was silent for a moment, as if he remembered who Xu Cairen was. Then he asked, "Oh? What's the matter with her here? ”

"I said I was here to deliver wine." The little chamberlain spoke.

Delivering wine? Emperor Zhende thought about it, but Wen Qingwu, who was still pressing his shoulder for him behind him, said slowly, "Your Majesty, on the day of the banquet, I accidentally knocked over your wine. I thought I was here for that day. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc naturally didn't take such a trivial matter to heart. After hearing this, he just nodded, and realized, "I remembered." ”

"yes." Wen Qingwu continued as if unintentionally, "That night, the emperor personally said that he asked Xu Cairen to go back and send it to the imperial study." ”

I deliberately clicked on it, and it was said by Emperor Joan of Arc himself.

It seems that there is such a thing.

Emperor Joan of Arc remembered.

If Fang was reading a book, he wouldn't have asked anything. Let her put it down.

At this moment, Wen Qingwu behind him pressed his shoulder and neck for himself, and when he was comfortable, he didn't want to move. After resting for a while, there is nothing to do, but I have leisure.

"Let her in." After a little thought, Emperor Joan of Arc spoke.

"Yes." The waiter replied and respectfully withdrew.

After the little waiter withdrew, but after a while, Xu Qiang walked in from outside.

The wind and snow in winter are still there, Xu Qiang protects the plum blossom wine jar in her arms, and the hand holding the jar is already red from the cold. The little face was also flushed because it was too cold.

When he walked in, the eyes that looked at Emperor Joan of Arc were really bright. Shining as bright as a star.

"Concubine Xu Qiang, I have seen Your Majesty." Xu Qiang saluted respectfully to Emperor Joan of Arc above. Even if the thirty-nine-year-old was so cold that his voice was shivering, his lowered body was not ambiguous at all, and his posture was very upright.

Do you pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, Emperor Zhende thinks that he still has a little pity for the fragrance and cherishes the jade. Looking at people's little faces that were cold and red, and trembling voices, I wrote pity.

"Let's go." He said, beckoning to Xu Qiang, "Is that the plum blossom brew you brewed?" Bring it to me. ”

"Yes." Xu Qiang responded, and her whole body couldn't help but be happy.

As she spoke, she stepped forward. Broken steps walked to the side of Emperor Joan of Arc, and then presented the wine jar in his hand.

Li Jianzhi took it and personally put it in front of Emperor Zhende.

"Open." Emperor Joan of Arc said.

Li Jianzhi responded and unveiled the sealed sand.

The moment it was unveiled, the side was instantly filled with the aroma of wine.

Xu Qiang's ability to make wine is really good. Just by smelling the aroma of this wine, you know how much thought she has put into it.

Emperor Zhende sniffed, and Wen Qingwu also sniffed behind him.

I couldn't help but whisper, "What a fragrant wine." ”

In fact, if she is really just a palace maid, it would be a bit overstepping to say this. No matter how good it is, she shouldn't be a slave.

But Wen Qingwu is not just a palace maid. She still has a decent and talented position.

Although she said that she was a slave, she was on an equal footing with Xu Qiang for a day.

Therefore when these words were spoken, no one in the temple said anything. Instead, Emperor Joan of Arc nodded, and then responded, "It's indeed fragrant." As she spoke, she took another breath.

There are rules for the meals in the palace, although he is the emperor, in fact, there are more rules. There are rules for what to eat for three meals a day, what dishes to eat, which ones can be eaten and which ones cannot be eaten, what to eat when you get up early in the morning, and what to eat when you get up late.

Among them, the wine and meat are particularly strict. Emperor Joan of Arc is an emperor, and he deals with a lot of political affairs on weekdays, and for the wine, except for the New Year's Festival and banquets, the imperial dining room will not prepare for him.

He won't ask for it himself. So even in winter, except for the New Year banquet, he hardly saw wine.

At this time, I smelled the aroma of the wine, coupled with the sound of the wind and snow bubbling outside. Although there was an earth dragon in the imperial study, and he also had a brazier in his feet, the aroma of this wine still made him can't help but take a sip.

But it was only an extra breath.

Wen Qingwu's gaze swept over the wine jar on the bookcase, "In this cold winter, it's good to be able to drink such a sip of wine." After that, no one replied to her. It's like talking to yourself.

As she spoke, she leaned over slightly and looked at Emperor Joan of Arc, "Everyone, why don't we have a drink?" ”

Emperor Joan of Arc stared at her sideways, "Nnbr, you let me get drunk?" ”

"It's not to get you drunk. Have a drink. Wen Qingwu's hand increased the strength. The gradual increase in the strength of his shoulder made Jeanne d'Arc ach slightly. But after the pain, it was really very comfortable.

So I couldn't help but think a little more on my shoulder and neck, and sighed deeply.

"In such weather, drinking something is not only pleasant, but also warms up His Majesty's body. Maybe it'll be better later. Wen Qingwu said while slowly increasing the strength in his hand.

Most of Emperor Joan of Arc's mind was on his stiff neck and shoulders, and he closed his eyes. I continued to feel the pain in my shoulder.

Wen Yan only frowned and said, "Whatever you want." As he spoke, he closed his eyes, felt more pain in his shoulders, and wrinkled his eyebrows

Wen Qingwu walked towards Fan Yunxian at the bottom of the stairs.

Fan Yunxian recalled, walked up the steps quickly, held the wine jar on the bookcase, and then came out with a bowl of wine.

The aroma of the wine suddenly became more intense.