Outside the Chonghua Palace, the cold wind howled, and the windows creaked.

Concubine Shu took Ruan Yuyi's hand, "This palace wants to send some pastries for Your Majesty, but unfortunately Your Majesty will not always allow people from this palace to enter." My sister is just favored, I want Your Majesty to come and I won't stop you, can you send it for the palace? ”

"There's no need to trouble my sister's people to make it, there are ready-made pastries here in this palace."

She skimmed Ruan Yuyi's shoulder and looked at the grandmother behind her. A dark glint flashed in the mother's eyes, and she bowed slightly.

She withdrew her gaze and returned to Ruan Yuyi.

Ruan Yuyi's heart suddenly shirked, "Sister's heart, it's better to send it in person." "It's not that she doesn't want to help, it's just that even if Concubine Shu is borrowing her hand, she insists on sending the pastries to the saint, which is really strange.

She didn't dare to agree easily.

Concubine Shu knew her worries and explained, "Sister can rest assured, it's just a pastry." All you have to do is bring it to His Majesty and stare at him and eat it. ”

In this way, it was almost obvious that there was a problem with the pastry in front of her, and she still didn't understand anything.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she wanted to retreat, but she was held by the wrist of the concubine, "This—this is—"

Concubine Shu made a silent gesture to her, and looked left and right for a moment, "Sister should go down to the palace." If it weren't for His Majesty's unwillingness to see the people next to you, this palace wouldn't have bothered you. ”

It was sitting in the back window, her golden hairpin shining with a dazzling light, her beautiful complexion was covered with a shadow, and her eyes were deep but resolute.

Ruan Yuyi shrank and curled up her fingertips.

Concubine Shu didn't force her, just looked back at her, quietly waiting for her reply.

A thought flashed through her mind, and even she was startled by the thought. She heard her voice sparse and said, "My sister has no way to express her intentions, and the concubine will bring it for my sister." ”

The hand holding her wrist tightened, as if to reassure her.

As Concubine Shu said, when she carried the food box to the Heart Cultivation Palace, no one stopped her, and she didn't even need to report it, and pushed open the door of the palace for her.

The hall is carved with beams and paintings, but the furnishings and antiques are scarce and scattered, and there is no extravagance. It's not the first time she's entered this Heart Nourishing Palace, but it's the first time she's clear enough to look around.

In the past, it seems that most of the clouds and rain are warm here, how to take care of the layout here.

She personally carried the food box and slowly walked into the inner room. On the side wall, a long sword hangs high, and the rope wrapped around the stem of the sword has been worn out, which shows that it is not a simple display, but a long sword that has been held in the hand for a long time, and has drunk blood.

Jiang Huaiyang was criticizing the recital, and when he saw that it was her, his eyes were full of surprise, and he stretched out his hand and motioned for her to come over.

She lowered her eyes, exhausted her emotions, and tried several times before she bent a smile. She walked over slowly, the bell between her feet and wrists, and the sound rang in her ears.

She placed the food box on the table, hooked his neck skillfully, and sat on his lap.

"Why did you want to come over today?" His voice was gentle, and his mind was clearly bright.

On weekdays, this little lady is too late to avoid him.

She originally wanted to send pastries for Concubine Shu, but suddenly thought about what was mixed in the pastries, and changed her words, "The concubine personally made osmanthus cakes, and I sent them for Your Majesty." ”

She paused, glanced at the table folding, and hesitated, "Is it not the right time for the concubine to come?" ”

He tapped her on the lips, "How." ”

Ruan Yuyi seemed to be satisfied, and her smile deepened, she opened the food box and picked up a piece, "Your Majesty tastes if it tastes like it." She stared at him, unwilling to miss a single miss. The plain hand holding the pastry also trembled imperceptibly.

The osmanthus cake is exquisitely made, and the osmanthus petals for decoration can be vaguely seen.

Her disguise was very clumsy.

His expression darkened, he sighed, and pulled her hand away, "I'll eat later." Why did you come here in such thin clothes, and how did the people around you wait? ”

He frowned. The little lady in front of her was only wearing a skirt, and in such a cold weather, she was not wearing a cloak or anything like that.

When Mu Xiang heard this, he knelt down without hesitation, "The slave should die." ”

Ruan Yuyi shrank back, thinking in a trance, Xu didn't pay attention to it, and landed in Chonghua Palace.

He instructed the palace people to add more charcoal fire in the palace. He gripped her empty hand, trying to melt the coldness of her fingertips.

She still remembered the purpose of coming, and quietly withdrew her hand, grabbed the osmanthus cake, and leaned up. The soft pastry pressed against his lips, and he hesitated a little, but ate it anyway.

His eyes darkened, and he deepened the kiss without saying a word.

There was a slight sound of water in her ears, and she softened in his arms, only to feel that her body was getting warmer and warmer, and even a little hot.

Mu Xiang stared at the ground, the tips of her ears flushed, and she didn't dare to look up.

I don't know how long it took for her to get out of the way under the excuse of not disturbing His Majesty's business anymore. Away from the heat of the stove, the cold wind suddenly came up. I don't know if it's scared or cold, she just feels a little weak and weak.

I didn't pay attention to how Luo Meixuan got back, anyway, she got on the couch and leaned on the pillow. A slight wipe of the corners of his forehead, there was already cold sweat, sticky and wet.

She took a handkerchief and wiped it, and suddenly paused, her fingertips trembling visibly.

Shouldn't she have tempted him to eat such a thing out of her own selfish desires? She lowered her hand and rubbed the handkerchief so hard that it almost seemed to rub it into the palm of her hand.

He is not only her husband who is uncertain and needs to be careful at all times, he is also the Son of Heaven and the king of the world!

Now that the new emperor has been on the throne for less than half a year, even if he has the ability to hold all the power in his hands, it is inevitable that there will be a little turmoil in the world, which is not as good as peacetime. At this time, if he is gone, and everyone in the harem does not mention it for the time being, what will happen to the people? What will happen to Dawu?

He has a reputation for bloodthirsty, but he is not a true tyrant who takes pleasure in killing.

The world changes hands frequently, and it is the people who suffer after all.

Thinking of this, her face turned pale. I hope that Concubine Shu's pastry is not poisonous, otherwise she will become a sinner in the world.

She got up, ignored the wood incense behind her, and walked briskly.

There can be no delay. There was only one thought in her mind. She passed by a palace maid. The palace maid was startled and stopped her, "Jieyu? ”

"What will happen later?" Nguyen tried to get around her.

But the palace maid didn't let her, and took a step sideways to block her way, "Jieyu, don't worry." The slave maid is from Chonghua Palace, our mother said, there are some things that are inconvenient to say, and you need to read this letter first. ”

Hearing Concubine Shu's name, she paused. took the letter in the hand of the palace maid, and his heart was like a drum.

She glanced at it, caught a glimpse of the words above, and her heart suddenly relaxed, and finally she lost her strength and fell to the ground.

Her ears were buzzing, and she could vaguely hear the exclamations of the palace maid and Mu Xiang one after another.

She clutched the letterhead and trembled with fear.

- Fortunately, the osmanthus cake is just an osmanthus cake. She couldn't think about why Concubine Shu would say such a thing at that time.

(End of chapter)