Wen Qingwu never thought that Emperor Zhende would suddenly ask about this stubble.

When Wei Guifei came in, in order not to attract attention, she stood behind Li Jianzhi, and she didn't dare to move too much of the big mouthful of things in her mouth, so she didn't have time to finish chewing until this moment.

Hearing Emperor Zhende's question, his first reaction was not to reply to him, but to look up at Concubine Wei standing in the hall.

At this time, Concubine Wei looked at her uncertainly. It was as if he wanted to peel off a layer of skin from her with his eyes.

There is still something in the mouth, and I can't speak at all.

She lowered her head, her mouth moved rapidly, and she finished chewing before replying, "Back to everyone, it's all over." ”

"What are you doing there when you're done with your pestle? Come here! Emperor Joan of Arc looked at Wen Qingwu who was huddled behind Li Jianzhi angrily.

Wen Qingwu didn't respond immediately, only glanced at Emperor Joan of Arc, and his heart turned.

Why did he do it?

pulled her so bluntly to the opposite side of Wei Guifei and was hated by her.

Wen Qingwu didn't believe that Emperor Zhende didn't know about the harem, how could a person like him who was so thoughtful not know.

After a while, Wen Qingwu responded: "Yes." After speaking, she walked towards Emperor Joan of Arc.

When Emperor Joan of Arc saw her passing, he moved his body to the side.

Wei Guifei looked at the bottom and clenched the hand at her side.

He is such a big dragon chair, why would he give up his place to Wen Jinze? Could it be that she wants to sit on the dragon chair?

Before Concubine Wei could see what was going on, she was interrupted by Emperor Joan of Arc, who looked up, "Why hasn't Concubine Ai gone back?" ”

Again.

I can't wait to drive her away.

In the past, the emperor would never be like this.

"Let's go back." Wei Guifei suppressed the jealousy in her heart, saluted Emperor Joan of Arc again, and withdrew.

When he stepped out of the main hall, Wen Qingwu in the afterglow was already standing on the edge of Emperor Zhende's dragon chair, leaning slightly to look at the official document in his hand.

There is no trespassing.

can look at the official document in the emperor's hand, it is trespassing!

Wei Guifei left hatefully.

Wen Qingwu was not relieved by Concubine Wei's departure. I was puzzled and apprehensive in my heart, but my face was normal. She looked at the paper in his hand, "What did everyone say they didn't understand?" "She writes this in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and she breaks it and crumples it and writes it, which makes no sense and can't understand it.

Emperor Joan of Arc followed her words and looked at the official document in his hand.

"I was a little puzzled, but I understand it now." Emperor Joan of Arc said, glancing at Wen Qingwu standing next to the dragon chair.

It seemed that he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, he shifted his body and sat back, and then continued to look at the official document in his hand.

Wen Qingwu stopped talking, and stood aside and bowed his head silently.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Emperor Joan of Arc said, turning the page, "If you don't eat well, continue to eat." ”

Wen Qingwu glanced at the large table of dishes in the hall that had not yet been cleaned up.

She was indeed very hungry just now, and because of Wei Guifei's sudden arrival, she hadn't eaten well yet. But I didn't have the heart to eat it anymore. Wen Sheng replied: "Thank you for your compassion. The slave and maid have already eaten it, and they don't need to use it anymore. ”

Joan of Arc did not respond.

Wen Qingwu stood next to him, waited for a while, and couldn't help yawning. Then he turned around and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Everyone, if it's okay, the slave will go back to Dafu Palace first?" Wen Qingwu held the tea cup, looked at Emperor Zhende's face, and asked in a low voice.

Emperor Joan of Arc put down the official document and looked up at Wen Qingwu, "You still want to go back so late?" ”

"Nature." Wen Qingwu was still holding the teacup, and took a small sip after speaking.

"Dafu Palace is so far away, why should I rush back in the middle of the night." Emperor Joan of Arc said casually, looking back at the official document in his hand as he spoke, and added casually: "Just rest here." ”

"Poof" Wen Qingwu spit out the tea in his mouth in fright, and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with his clothes. Far-fetched laughter, "Your Majesty, the slave maid should go back." A palace maid resting in the Zichen Hall is really inappropriate. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc rolled his eyes, "Hmph, then hurry up." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Wen Qingwu responded eagerly, wiped the corners of his mouth, put down the teacup, and saluted Emperor Joan of Arc, "Farewell." After saying that, he hurriedly withdrew.

Leave?

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at the hall dumbfounded, and the figure had disappeared.

He even said goodbye to him...... Joan of Arc laughed. I don't know if I'm angry or laughing.

Fan Yunxian has always been by his side. He had already changed shifts at this time on weekdays, but today he was here until midnight.

I have been keeping an eye on the movements in the temple.

watched Wen Qingwu quickly withdraw, and saw Emperor Joan of Arc smiling again. He thought that the emperor was in a good mood at this moment, so he mustered up the courage to step forward and said, "Your Majesty, the night is so deep, but do you want the slave maid to make a lantern for the talent?" ”

"Go ahead." Emperor Joan of Arc deserved it, and after speaking, he lowered his head and continued to look at the official document in his hand carefully.

Wen Qingwu had already walked out of the steps outside the Zichen Palace, and she looked at the octagonal palace lamp in the distance.

Mind turning.

At this time, if she still didn't understand what Emperor Joan of Arc meant, she would be too stupid.

There is no owner in the harem, and it is best for the four concubines to check and balance each other. Now that Concubine Xu Xian is almost gone, Concubine Jiang Defei herself is difficult to protect, and even Concubine Mei Shu, who can suppress Concubine Wei, is gone.

If Wei Guifei is usually a helpless woman, it is fine, but she is not.

She shot at the guards who had official positions in front of her, and once the concubine was dominant, if she had a relative, it would be easy to gain power.

Not to mention, she also has a son.

Emperor Joan of Arc has never put his concubine in his eyes, and in his heart, the only one who inherits the unification is his son-in-law.

Therefore, the mother of this concubine cannot grow up in the harem.

But why did you choose her? Wen Qingwu raised his hand to hold his arm, looking at the flickering octagonal palace lamp, he was a little dazed for a while.

She is a five-grade talent, even if there are no four concubines, there are nine concubines, as well as beauties and Jieyu.

How to promote someone who competes with Wei Guifei shouldn't be mentioned on her head.

She really couldn't understand Emperor Joan of Arc. The emperor's mind is really hard to guess.

Before Wen Qingwu could figure it out, he heard someone behind him shouting urgently.

She turned her head to look.

Fan Yunxian ran down the stairs with a bright lantern in his hand.

"Cairen, it's so late, the slave maid will give you a lantern." Fan Yunxian approached.

Wen Qingwu remembered that this was the little chamberlain he had taken a fancy to at noon. It's not why, it's just that I asked a few words earlier, and I just clicked on him.

"No, I know the way." Wen Qingwu politely refused.

"To know the road is to know the road, but this night is dark, you have to see clearly." Fan Yunxian said, and didn't mean to hand the lantern in his hand to Wen Qingwu, and walked directly in front of her, "The slave will send you back." ”

He is a person in the emperor's palace, and he usually helps her run errands and everything, but he walks too close in the middle of the night, and it is not very good after all.