Chapter 418 Warmth, Gradually Winning
"The master's soup is boiled, but the master wants to send it in person?"
Luo Bingjing glanced at the soup and nodded:
"Today is the first day of the new year, and Your Majesty should go to Qifeng Palace. I don't know if the Queen of the East will be disappointed today, put the soup in the food box, and the palace will personally deliver food for His Majesty. ”
Yun Qing followed behind the master with the food box, and a faint fragrance came from Luo Bingjing's body.
Yun Qing's eyes stared at the sachet on the master's waist, slightly melancholy.
This sachet was prepared by the Imperial Physician Zuo, who returned to the palace more than a month ago, and there was an aphrodisiac medicine in it.
Due to the unique technique of Imperial Physician Zuo, no matter how much the Imperial Physician examines it, he will not find out that this sachet contains aphrodisiac drugs.
Since the loss of his child that day, it was as if he had changed as a different person.
All hobbies and appetites have changed, and even the hobbies of dressing up are no longer the same.
It is not so much that the master in the previous life has lived as a puppet, but that the current master has lived in the form of her.
When Luo Bingjing and her entourage walked to the imperial study, they saw the palace people waiting outside the imperial study.
The corners of Luo Bingjing's mouth raised a smile with deep meaning, and it seemed that she couldn't sit still.
But I don't know if His Majesty will go to Qifeng Palace or Huashuo Palace today, or her Chaohua Palace.
"Master, the lady and concubine are in the imperial study, and the master still wants to go in."
Luo Bingjing's eyes showed a hint of irony, when did this imperial study become the permanent residence of the harem concubines.
"Enter, why don't you enter, today I boiled soup for Your Majesty, if Your Majesty doesn't eat this soup, wouldn't it be a waste of the palace's efforts."
At that moment, Luo Bingjing took the food box in Yun Qing's hand and walked towards the imperial study.
The palace people guarding outside the hall saw it, and a person stood in front of Luo Bingjing, saying:
"The slave maid visits Niangniang, I don't know that Niangniang is sending food for Your Majesty, my Niangniang has prepared a meal for Your Majesty, and now Niangniang and Your Majesty are eating."
Luo Bingjing only glanced at the palace person lightly, and did not scold, but walked straight towards the imperial study.
Seeing this, the palace people wanted to stretch out their arms to stop them, but Luo Bingjing's eyes were slightly cold, and she called:
"Caryophyllus."
But seeing Shi Zhu stepped forward and pushed the palace people aside.
Inside the Imperial Study.
Hou Hongwen's eyebrows twisted slightly, looking at the meal in front of him, he had no appetite at all.
Hou Zhijiao said coquettishly on the side:
"Your Majesty, this is a meal that the concubine personally made for Your Majesty, why doesn't Your Majesty eat, but the concubine is not as good as Sister Jing'er."
Hou Hongwen took Hou Zhijiao into his arms, let her sit on his lap, and coaxed:
"Jiao'er is jealous, I will eat it."
Hou Zhijiao's face showed joy when she heard this, and she immediately picked up the jade bowl and took the spoon to feed Hou Hongwen personally.
Hou Hongwen reluctantly took a bite of it, and immediately felt that its taste was strong and had a strange taste, and he couldn't swallow it and couldn't spit it out in front of Hou Zhijiao's face.
Just when Hou Hongwen was in a dilemma, the door of the imperial study was opened, and Luo Bingjing walked in slowly with a food box.
"The concubine came to see Your Majesty, it was a coincidence that I didn't expect Sister Shu to be there. Ah, Your Majesty's concubine boiled soup for His Majesty, and now she is eating it, and it seems that the concubine can only bring the soup back. ”
From the time Luo Bingjing walked in, a fresh fragrance of sturgeon wafted out from the food box, instantly arousing the gluttonous worms in Hou Hongwen's stomach.
Hou Zhijiao looked at Luo Bingjing who came with displeasure, and said with a smile:
"Since my sister knows that she is going to bring the soup back, she is still waiting here, Your Majesty and I are having a meal, and my sister wants to eat it together. It's a pity that my sister only prepared a share with His Majesty, and she didn't prepare my sister. ”
As he spoke, he didn't forget to wrap his arms around Hou Hongwen's neck, which was very intimate.
Luo Bingjing showed a sad look on her face, but she was very vague, only glanced at Hou Hongwen with resentment, and said:
"In that case, the concubine will retire."
When Luo Bingjing turned around, she was silently counting one or two in her heart.
"Ai Concubine stays, Jiao'er and Jing'er have important matters to discuss, how about I go to Huashuo Palace to accompany Jiao'er tomorrow."
Hou Zhijiao's face was gloomy, but she endured the unhappiness in her heart and responded:
"The concubine is retiring, and Your Majesty will go to Huashuo Palace tomorrow, and the concubine is waiting for Your Majesty."
Luo Bingjing stood quietly aside, Hou Zhijiao glanced at Luo Bingjing with fierce eyes, and left angrily.
The people outside the palace thought that it would be Emperor Jing's concubine who came out, but who knew that the first to come out was actually the Emperor Concubine with an angry face.
"Mother. Smack. ”
The palace people stepped forward and were about to salute, but they were slapped a few times by Hou Zhijiao, but Hou Zhijiao said gloomily;
", what's the use of keeping you in this palace."
Hou Hongwen looked at Luo Bingjing intently, I don't know when he actually felt a trace of pity for this little woman, especially the appearance of the little woman when she was quiet, which made him feel very happy.
"Aifei, what kind of soup has been prepared for me today, I will know that it is delicious when I smell the taste."
Luo Bingjing neither showed joy nor depression, but stepped forward quietly, brought out the soup in the food box, and said in a delicate voice with a hint of anger:
"Your Majesty can still eat the soup made by the concubine's body, but Sister Shu's meal did not feed Your Majesty. His Majesty didn't believe his words, and promised the concubine to only eat the soup made by the concubine's body, but. . . “
Hou Hongwen's heart softened, he stood up and walked to Luo Bingjing's side, hugged Luo Bingjing into his arms, and said with emotion:
"If Jing'er was like now, how could you and I miss all these years."
When Luo Bingjing heard this, her eyes rippled with tenderness and affection to look at Hou Hongwen, stretched out her hand to caress Hou Hongwen's cheek, and said:
"At this time, it is the original appearance of the concubine, at the beginning, there was a misunderstanding between the concubine and His Majesty, which would cause the concubine to dare not face His Majesty, you and I will always be because of all kinds of-for-tat, and now Your Majesty will blame the concubine for what she did wrong. Now when I think of my ignorance at the beginning, I regret it very much, if it weren't for the stubbornness of the concubine, how could you and I be children. How so. “
Saying that, Luo Bingjing fell a series of tears, and her heart was also very sad.
Only by deceiving oneself can we deceive others.
Hou Hongwen hugged Luo Bingjing tighter, and kissed Luo Bingjing's cheek emotionally, gently and cautiously.
Luo Bingjing snorted, and when Hou Hongwen looked at her, she immediately lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and she was very shy.
Seeing this, Hou Hongwen rushed to his head, picked up Luo Bingjing and went to the ear room.
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After the warmth passed, Luo Bingjing reclined in Hou Hongwen's arms and said shyly:
"Your Majesty, next time you will not be allowed to be like this with your concubine. If it is still daylight, if it is known by the imperial history, wouldn't it be to give the concubine a scourge name. Your Majesty is the first day of the new year, and Your Majesty has to go to Qifeng Palace to accompany her sister, and the concubine is guilty of seducing Your Majesty. “
When he got up, the brocade quilt on his body slid down to his chest, and Hou Hongwen was enthusiastic when he saw it, and immediately took Luo Bingjing into the brocade quilt.
The ripples in the room, the clothes all over the ground are intertwined, like the joy of two people walking in the water.
On the branches of the moon, Luo Bingjing looked at Hou Hongwen who was sleeping through the moonlight, and the tenderness on her face had long disappeared. In its place was the chill of the forest.