Chapter 8: The Imperial Palace

Maoyuan City is picturesque, and the gate tiles are about to flow. The glazed tile heavy eaves of the imperial city, the golden roof and red door, the purple pillars and golden beams, every brick and tile are extremely luxurious.

At this time, the imperial study in the imperial city, the palace "built on the Ming Dynasty" painted with colorful decorations, the throne inside, the desk; On both sides are incense pavilions, candlesticks, and on a low table there is a delicate and unique silver openwork smoker, and wisps of white incense come out of it, exuding a strong smell of sandalwood.

On the throne next to the desk, a person was dressed in a Qinxiang silk button robe, wearing a crown of pearls on the godson of a velvet grass-faced raw silk python, a very well-cut stone blue straight silk silk gown covered with a beige kudzu robe, and a Chao Xiang Taiming royal ribbon was tied around his waist.

His facial features are upright, his instruments are extraordinary, only a pair of dark eyes under his thick eyebrows are slightly tired, and he is frowning and looking down at the music in his hand at this time.

The more he looked at the black eyes, the more obvious they became, and after a while, he slammed his hand to the ground. Snorted coldly.

"It's really my love! I just got on the throne and gave a face? Do you really think that I am still the weak and deceitful third prince of the past? ”

The tone was full of sarcasm and anger, and the little Fang Zi who served on the side was frightened and tightened his neck and didn't dare to speak, he had seen this before, when the emperor was still the third prince, he had seen it a few times as a subordinate, and each time he was kind and gentle, I never thought that now he was so cold and violent in private, and there were many people who were executed just because he was in a bad mood, thinking of this, he hung his head a little more, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Lizi come in, Xiao Lizi has been with the emperor for many years, and he is also very good at talking, It is very important for the emperor.

Xiao Lizi knelt down and saluted after a few steps, and said, "Your Majesty, the queen outside asks to see, saying that she can't bear the emperor's hard work and specially made the osmanthus cake by herself." ”

Sure enough, hearing the word queen, Fu Yanling's face was obviously better, and he leaned back on the dragon chair in a low voice, closed his eyes and frowned, pinched the root of his nose with one hand, obviously very tired.

Mu Nianci came in and saw the emperor's appearance, her eyes like autumn water looked at the people and nodded her head lightly, and the people gently retreated, and there were only two people in the huge imperial study.

With pastries in her hands, Ying Ying walked to the desk and said in a coquettish and extremely gentle tone.

"Nianci has always known that the emperor is diligent and loves the people, but he can't overwork, the concubine is very worried about the emperor's body, so she made some pastries to see the emperor, even if someone is not responsible for the concubine, the concubine also wants her husband to take care of her body."

The words were gentle and considerate, and the admiration and admiration in the woman's mouth were overflowing, which made the man's heart very satisfied, and most of the annoyance and anger in his heart disappeared for a while.

For the sake of the body of the great husband in his heart, he worked tirelessly to make pastries, no matter how resolutely he sent it to his husband and whispered to him, a few of them would refuse.

Fu Yanyan raised his eyes to look at the queen he had just established, wearing a brocade brocade dress with colorful flowers and flying butterflies, a colorful dark flower cloud brocade skirt under it, and a Su embroidered moonflower brocade jacket on the outside. The green silk was turned into a Lingyun bun, the bun was decorated with a blue crystal phoenix hairpin and several other delicate headdresses, and the ears were swaying with Qingxi Phantom Mu earrings, and the autumn-like eyes of this matter were full of amorous feelings, becoming more and more gentle and lovely.

He only felt like a cool autumn breeze coming, taking away the boredom in his heart, and making his restless heart slowly calm down.

As she spoke, the pastries were already on the table, and she walked to the side of the desk, about to add tea to the emperor, when he reached out and grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his arms.

Sitting on Fu Yanling's lap, she shyly lowered her head and fell into his arms for a while, and said shyly: "Oh, the emperor, I'm scared of the concubine, I hate it." ”