After coming back to his senses for a while, Hua Xiangjun noticed that at some point, the two palace maids who had been waiting by his side had quietly knelt down.

She hurriedly turned her head in the direction where they were kneeling, but saw a young man with a majestic figure, eagle eyes and hooked nose, and an extraordinary atmosphere, standing not far away staring at her.

When the man saw her looking, he walked slowly along the cobblestone road by the pool.

Judging from his vermilion dragon robe, Hua Xiangjun knew who it was.

She slowly stood up, and when the man came closer, she bowed her head and bowed her knees and saluted: "People's girl Hua Xiangjun, see Your Majesty!"

This young man in a dragon robe is none other than Emperor Rong Yu Wengang.

Although he saw that Hua Xiangjun did not bow down to himself, Yu Wengang did not feel sorry at all, and his face, which was a little strong and domineering, actually showed a rather gentle smile, and at the same time said in a very calm and calm tone: "Miss Xiangjun, please get up! There is a friendship between me and you, so there is really no need for such a lot of courtesy!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Hua Xiangjun straightened up, blinked his bright eyes, and smiled lightly at His Majesty the Emperor of the Rong Kingdom.

Seeing her beautiful and elegant smile, Yu Wengang's eyes couldn't help but deepen, and at the same time, the smile on his face deepened.

"I have long heard the imperial grandmother mention that the Xiangjun girl was brought into the palace a few days ago. It's just that the girl's body was not in harmony at that time, and she still needs to recuperate, so it is really not appropriate to disturb her. And today, when I went to greet the imperial grandmother, I learned that the girl was already well, so I came to visit, and I hope that this will not disturb the girl's enjoyment of the scenery!"

This speech sounded quite elegant and decent, and the young emperor was full of concern when he spoke, and his tone was soft, which really gave people a feeling like a spring breeze.

It's just that according to rumors, Emperor Rong Yu Wengang, who killed his father, was actually a person with a violent temperament and vulgar words. At this time, it is really awkward and ridiculous to hear him speak in such an unusually way of speaking in such a way that is almost chewing words.

Hua Xiangjun couldn't help but smile secretly, but replied in a slow voice: "Thanks to Your Majesty's concern, Xiangjun is grateful! It's just that Xiangjun has recovered from his long-term illness and can't linger outside for too long, so he needs to go back to his room to rest at this moment." Please forgive your Majesty for the rudeness!"

As soon as Fang met, Hua Xiangjun was about to retire. Although the words were extremely polite, the meaning was very obvious, that is, he did not want to say much to him, His Majesty the Emperor of Darong.

Yu Wengang's heart couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, but at the same time, there was a strange emotion that he had never experienced before, which made him feel a little upset.

In this huge harem, except for the Queen Mother, almost everyone had to bow their knees to His Majesty the Emperor. Especially those women who are raised in the palace, they are trying their best to flatter him all the time, hoping to get a trace of his favor.

The Hua Xiangjun in front of her, no matter how amazingly beautiful she is, is just a tool used to please men. In the final analysis, what she really longed for must be the mercy and favor of His Majesty, the Emperor, who can control her destiny.

And now, his majesty the Emperor, who had made every effort to visit her, had made every effort to visit her, and had done his best to treat her in a manner that could be called gentle.

But to his surprise, this Xiangjun girl actually showed complete disdain for the extraordinary tenderness that His Majesty the Emperor had given her!

Yu Wengang's eyes couldn't help narrowing slightly, and he began to seriously look at this little woman who dared to refuse his dignified ninety-five dignity in person, and didn't know how to lift up!

Judging from her slender and slender figure, delicate and delicate face, and clear and pure eyes, this Xiangjun girl should definitely be a gentle and empathetic lovely child.

However, judging from her calm and unhurried performance, this Xiangjun girl should be a woman who is soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, unwilling to give in and be obedient.

Although this discovery made Yu Wengang feel that his authority of His Majesty the Emperor was being challenged in person, at the same time, it also aroused his impulse and passion, and gave birth to a long-lost desire to conquer.

I saw that his eagle eyes shining with unpredictable light were like sharp arrows on Hua Xiangjun's delicate face, and he never moved a single inch for a long time.

In the face of this obviously threatening gaze, Hua Xiangjun just smiled indifferently and looked back at Yu Wengang with her clear eyes, without the slightest fear in her eyes.

The two were at a stalemate like this for a moment, and when people who didn't know the inside story saw it, they might mistakenly think that they were looking at each other affectionately and loving each other.

As everyone knows, in this short period of time, there has been a fierce contest between His Majesty the Emperor of Darong and the weak woman with the blood of the Yin Clan. Moreover, it is also in this short period of time that some things have inevitably happened, and some kind of ending will be doomed.

At this time, a cool autumn wind blew, blowing off a large number of flowers on the laurel tree not far away.

A few osmanthus flowers flew to the edge of the pool with the wind. And one of them happened to fall on Hua Xiangjun's hair.

The tender yellow flowers, hairpins in the black hair, inevitably make people feel a sense of ephemerality, red face and pity.

And the cold appearance of the woman standing proudly in the wind, how can it not make people's hearts flutter?

Yu Wengang finally slowly withdrew the sharp gaze on Hua Xiangjun's face, but his person suddenly took two steps forward, and the distance between him and Hua Xiangjun had narrowed to the extent that he could reach it.

And Hua Xiangjun still stood there steadily, his watery eyes were calm and indifferent, without a trace of fluctuation.

At this time, Yu Wengang, who was already close at hand, suddenly raised a hand and went straight to her hair.

Who knew that Hua Xiangjun seemed to have expected his move, and he had already taken the lead, shook his head slightly, and shook the osmanthus hanging in his hair to the ground.

Then, completely ignoring His Majesty's hand, which was still frozen in mid-air, she bowed her knees again and turned away.

Seeing this, the two palace maids who had long been away from the side hurriedly lowered their heads and followed behind her, and hurriedly left together.

And the Ziwei girl, who had been hiding in the shadows and saw all this scene in her eyes, also quietly turned around and rushed back to Kunning Palace to report to the Queen Mother, the final result of this meeting in the back garden arranged by her old man.

In this way, in the back garden, only Yu Wengang, the emperor of Darong, was left alone.