That day was a day that Luo Wanrong had engraved in her heart all her life, and in the thousands of midnight dreams that followed, she could always return to such a sad day in her dreams, and she could wake up with heartache every time, and then just open her eyes wide, looking at the top of the tent embroidered with dragons and phoenixes and Ming patterns, until dawn.

On that day, Emperor Xiaoming did not tell the queen in advance to come to Qiwu Palace, Wan Rong sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lotus lake as usual to read, she didn't like to be noisy, only left the personal maid Dong'er to serve the tea and add fragrance.

Wan Rong was a little thirsty when she read the book, and she stretched out her hand lazily without leaving the book and said, "Dong'er, pour a cup of tea."

A cup of tea was put in the palm of her hand, Wan Rong took a sip, frowned slightly, still kept her eyes on the book, and only said lightly: "Why did you boil this rock tea today? The taste is too strong! Ask someone to change the purple bamboo shoots, that lighter ......."

"I remember you liked teas with a stronger flavor, but now you have changed the taste?"

Wan Rong's hand flipping through the book paused, and she slowly looked up in disbelief, only to see Emperor Xiaoming standing with his hands in his hands, looking at her with a smile on his face. Wanrong's heart at this time was immediately like a turbulent wave, it was the first time he came here in five years. Wanrong tried her best to maintain the flatness on her face, but her hand, which had not been able to let go for a long time, was trembling slightly. The maid Dong'er coughed lightly, Wan Rong came back to her senses, took a deep breath, sorted out her expression slightly, got up and bowed: "I don't know if the king is coming, the concubine has lost her honor!"

In fact, at this time, Emperor Xiaoming was also surprised, although Luo Wanrong's appearance is still delicate, but the whole person seems to be lifeless, and her eyes are no longer as bright as before, she sat there and looked up at herself, as if she was looking at a stranger.

Emperor Xiaoming raised his hand to help Wan Rong and said with a smile: "The queen doesn't have to mind, it's the abruptness of my come." ”

Emperor Xiaoming picked up Wanrong and sat down, and he also sat down on the side.

Wanrong sat there upright, lowered her eyes and did not speak, with the humility and respect that the queen should have in front of her, at this time Emperor Xiaoming didn't know what to say, so the two sat awkwardly for a long time, looking at each other speechlessly.

In the end, Emperor Xiaoming couldn't hold back first, and smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, I came to see the queen and Jiyang today...... Speaking of which, I don't seem to have hugged Jiyang for a long time. ”

Jiyang is the eldest son born in the first year of Wanrong's marriage to him, when he was just born, Emperor Xiaoming was happy and didn't know what to do, and he held it in his arms all day long, but with Wanrong's no longer favored, he even saw this eldest son rarely.

Wan Rong had a faint polite smile on her face, and said: "Ji Yang is studying at Taifu now, she is very hard, and she doesn't come here every day to ask for peace, if the king wants to summon her, the concubine will order someone to call her."

Emperor Xiaoming didn't really want to see his son, so he immediately waved his hand: "Hehe, you don't have to, Jiyang is a serious business, so you don't have to recruit him, it's just that I haven't hugged him for a long time, and I miss his small body nesting in my arms and babbling." ”

Wan Rong smiled sarcastically: "I'm afraid I can't hug it now, Jiyang is 12 years old this year......"

Emperor Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, obviously a little incredulous, and then full of embarrassment: "It's ...... Already, 12 years old?!"

Wanrong's face was even more sarcastic, looking at Emperor Xiaoming, who was drinking cup after cup of tea in order to hide his embarrassment, he felt infinite sorrow in his heart, and simply asked directly, such an embarrassing situation was really difficult: "What is the matter with the prince looking for a concubine today?"

Emperor Xiaoming is actually a little angry at this time, even if he doesn't summon you, but you can take the initiative to come to see me, why did I order not to see each other? Now put on the face that I owe your mother and son to show me?

This is really a shameless theory, fortunately Emperor Xiaoming didn't say it, if he really said that, if I am Wanrong, even if this person is the supreme in the world, I have to go up and beat it first.