When Yang Xianrong got up early in the morning, he felt a little headache.
Lan Xiang came in with hot porridge and said softly: "I drank wine yesterday and will eat some simple rice porridge this morning."
"Well." After washing up, Yang Xianrong sat in front of the table, "Did Mr. Zhang come back yesterday? He was injured."
"He's back. His legs are a little swollen. I asked him to rest for a while and then go to the medical office to find some trauma medicine later." Lan Xiang placed another plate of pickled radish shreds, "Erlang Jun brought this here."
"He's here?" Yang Xianrong's eyes lit up.
"Coming, but not coming in."
"What's the meaning?"
"When we arrived at the gate of the palace, Manager Zhang happened to be there, so I asked him to bring in the food boxes and Huzhou's silk paper, pens and ink." Lan Xiang pointed to a lot of things piled aside.
"That's right, it's not convenient for him to come in. But what did Mr. Zhang say?" Yang Xianrong had already taken a sip of the porridge.
Lan Xiang hesitated before saying: "Manager Zhang said that the emperor is coming tonight. Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Every fifth day, the emperor comes to Tianyuan Hall to have dinner with the queen."
"...Well, I understand." Yang Xianrong was still drinking porridge, but his expression was a little worse.
Before she finished the bowl of porridge, Sima Zhong strode in.
This frightened everyone in Tianyuan Hall to immediately put down what they were doing and kneel down for a large area.
Sima Zhong's face was not good, and his eyes were a little swollen.
He found a seat and sat down, looked at Yang Xianrong kneeling on the ground and asked, "You left the palace yesterday? Is it fun?"
"...I only went to the Beijun Mansion to watch the trial and eat at Mingyue Tower. It was not fun." Yang Xianrong glanced at him secretly, "There is no clue about the case of Feng Luan being burned."
"Don't worry about this matter. I'll make you a sedan later." Sima Zhong saw half a bowl of porridge left on the table and drank it. He also pinched two pickled radish shreds and smacked them. The taste comes. "What is this? It's delicious."
"The food at my concubine's house..." Yang Xianrong pursed his lips, thinking about how to deal with the emperor. Because he really doesn't play his cards according to common sense, and he often says something here and there that makes people confused.
"I heard your brother came this morning?" Sima Zhong pinched another pickled radish and touched the porridge bowl.
Zhang Du understood immediately and quickly served him a bowl of porridge.
The temperature of the porridge was just right, so Sima Zhong picked it up and drank it directly.
"Your Majesty, drink slowly and iron it carefully." Zhang Du coaxed Sima Zhong as if he were a child, but Yang Xianrong couldn't help but glance at it.
"What's so hot about this? Have another bowl, let's go." Sima Zhong knocked on the empty bowl and signaled Zhang Du to add another bowl of hot porridge.
Although Zhang Du's hand did not stop, he couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, today I am going to have dinner with the Queen and stay here."
"No, I've eaten porridge now. I'm staying in the South Study tonight, and there are still a few paintings I haven't finished reading." Sima Zhong knocked on the table again, "Queen, please get up and answer."
These few words are extremely normal.
Yang Xianrong began to speculate in his mind again, and after a moment of slowing down, he heard Sima Zhong ask: "The Queen's dress today is really ugly, not as good-looking as the crimson dress that day. If the Queen lacks a skirt, what should I do with it?" I said, I will give it to you, I will give it to you.”
"...I wonder if the emperor is here now and doesn't have time to change..." Yang Xianrong actually thought his clothes were ugly, so Yang Xianrong curled his lips, "I have many new clothes..."
Before Yang Xianrong could finish his words, Lan Xiang on the side said hurriedly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward. The Queen is deeply grateful."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Your Majesty." Zhang Liangxue, who was limping back and kneeling at the door, said hurriedly and kowtowed a few times.
Sima Zhong suddenly smiled, stopped drinking the porridge, and stood up, "Okay, that's it. Manager Zhang, go and make arrangements. Queen? Hmm...hahahahahahaha."
I don't know what he was thinking of, but he suddenly laughed loudly and strode out of Tianyuan Hall, leaving Yang Xianrong confused and in a daze.
Zhang Du followed, and before going out, he brushed his sleeve against Zhang Liangxue who was kneeling at the door.
Zhang Liangxue leaned even further on the ground, kneeling in an extremely orderly manner, not caring about his injured leg dragging on the ground.
Finally, after all the people brought by the emperor left, Zhang Lianghao crawled to Yang Xianrong's side on his knees and whispered: "My queen, the emperor's words cannot be disobeyed. Whatever he says, you will agree to it." .If someone wants to give you something, thank him immediately and never refuse.
"I, it's not that I don't want it, I just think it's useless to dress like that..."
"No, no, no, no, keep it, let's all keep it. The big wardrobe in the back can still hold a few things. After that, you can put another big cabinet in the room on the west." Lan Xiang also knelt over, "Empress, Listen to the emperor."
"Oh." Yang Xianrong nodded, at least this level should be over for today.
Originally she was worried about having dinner and sleeping with this idiot emperor today, but now she suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
"Is there anything you need to do today?" she asked Zhang Liangxue.
Zhang Liang shook his head, "The biggest thing today is to wait for the emperor to come over. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, the concubines and concubines of the palace will come to pay you respects. On the tenth day of every month, the powerful female family members will enter the palace to pay their respects. You You don’t have to see me either.”
"How did the former Empress Jia... depose her?" Yang Xianrong still wanted to ask more questions.
"She is very busy every day, meeting many people, and there will be a queue waiting for her summons at the entrance of the palace..." Zhang Liangzhao said carefully, "The Queen cannot be like this."
"Well, no one can see me in this palace." Yang Xianrong laughed, "Isn't this one of the reasons why I came to the palace to be the queen?"
After hearing these words, Zhang Liangxue and Lan Xiang immediately fell to the ground and said repeatedly: "The Queen, please don't say that."
"You are a phoenix, destiny, the queen of the Jin Dynasty, and a blessing to the Jin Dynasty."
Yang Xianrong looked at the two people and the Tianyuan Palace, and suddenly sighed that he actually became the queen.
After being sad for only a moment, Sima Zhong turned back and asked her: "Where did the Queen get this lake pen? There is no such thing in the palace."
"Ah?" Yang Xianrong looked at him walking over in a hurry and couldn't help but panicked, "What kind of lake pen?"
"What is this?" Sima Zhong grabbed the pile of pen and ink on the case, and his movements were so large that one of the inkstones fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"This was sent in by the Queen's second brother. The Queen is used to using Hu pens..." Lan Xiang had not had time to stand up, but now she just turned around and knelt at Sima Zhong's feet.
"Only xuan pens can be used in the palace, don't you know?" Sima Zhong suddenly became angry and dropped the pen and ink in his hand, "Have I treated you badly? You can ask me for anything you need. I belong to this world. Emperor! The whole world belongs to me! Don’t you even have a pen?"
Sima Zhong suddenly went crazy, leaving everyone in Tianyuan Hall stunned, not knowing what to do.
Yang Xianrong looked at him, with a hint of fear in his heart, and slowly backed away.
Lan Xiang has crawled in front of her.
If Sima Zhong kicked her, maybe she would be like Cui Xi, who is still coughing up blood.
What to do?
Yang Xianrong's forehead was sweating.
