Everything was finally figured out, and everyone was put in prison. The following matters were beyond Yang Xianrong's ability to handle. She politely talked to Sima Lun and Sun Xiu for a while, and then asked Zhang Liang to give some of the specialties she bought on the way, and then she returned to her Tianyuan Palace in a down-to-earth manner.
However, she just changed her clothes and hurried to Sima Zhong's Zhengyang Palace. After all, this is the emperor of Jin Dynasty, her husband.
It was already nightfall and the weather was still a bit cold. But the fire in the dormitory was very strong and warm.
Sima Zhong leaned on the bed and read the copybook honestly, and he gained weight again.
When he saw Yang Xianrong coming, he shouted happily: "Yang Mieme, you are back! I heard that you have been following the emperor's uncle to interrogate cases, and it is very hard. But you can bring me delicious food. Is it done?"
"Your Majesty Jin An." Yang Xianrong's courtesy was indispensable. She was not sloppy at all on this point. After all, Sima Zhong had Zhang Du, the chief steward, watching over him. "The trip was in a hurry, so I just bought some food. I wonder if the emperor will like it? I have asked Cui Xi and Mr. Zhang to take care of it, and they will be brought over soon."
"Okay, okay." Sima Zhong was very happy. He patted the dragon bed and motioned for Yang Xianrong to sit over, "I think you are quite dark..."
"Your Majesty, you can't say that." Yang Xianrong said with a straight face, "I am the most beautiful."
"Oh oh oh, yes, yes, yes, Yang Mie is the prettiest." Sima Zhong put down the copybook in his hand and grabbed Yang Xianrong's little hand.
Yang Xianrong was stunned for a moment and wanted to escape, but was already caught by him.
"I saw the letter between you and your father which was very interesting. I also saw the handwriting written by Yang Meie when she was a child. It was very cute but very neat. I want to see your hands."
Sima Zhong grabbed Yang Xianrong's hand, placed it in his own and looked at it carefully. She is fair and has slender fingers, but overall she is very small, only half the size of Sima Zhong's hand.
Sima Zhong touched it and then said: "Sure enough, only such a pair of small hands can write such beautiful words."
"Hey, Your Majesty is so complimentary. I hated writing at that time, and my hands were sore every day."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll give you a blow." Sima Zhong really took Yang Xianrong's little hand and blew on it.
The hot air blew on the palms of my hands, making them itchy.
Yang Xianrong's face suddenly turned red and he wanted to take his hand out of his, but Sima Zhong had no intention of letting go and kept it in his hand. It wasn't until Cuixi and Zhang Liangxue came in with hot meals that Zhang Du was asked to wipe his hands and prepare to eat.
Zhang Du said that Emperor Sima Zhong had been lying on the dragon bed honestly during the twenty days after Yang Xianrong left. Doctor Qin also changed his dressing on time, so his leg healed quickly. Although it still hurts, But I can bear it now, and I also want to get up and go out to bask in the sun. Doctor Qin also said that he should not lie in bed all the time. If his body lacks exercise, other problems will occur.
After dinner, Yang Xianrong asked him: "Your Majesty, there are many copybooks in my concubine's palace. Would you like to go and take a look when you have time?"
"No, your place is too far and I can't walk." Sima Zhong lay flat on the bed again and looked at her, "Did Imperial Physician Qin also tell you to let me do some exercise? I, just, yes, no, Yes, move! It’s so comfortable to lie down like this! There is a folk saying: dumplings are not as delicious as dumplings, but they are not as comfortable as lying down! I want to lie down!”
Zhang Du stood beside him and waved his hand quietly, indicating that Yang Xianrong should not talk about this topic again. Sima Zhong would probably be angry.
"Okay, I will bring it to you, okay?" Yang Xianrong had to change his explanation, "I still have a lot of copybooks over there. I also copied a scripture for Master Mao before. Then I made a copy myself, the emperor will probably like it."
"Oh? Has Yang Meie ever copied this?" Sima Zhong's eyes lit up, "Back then, my mother also copied the scriptures, and the small characters were very beautiful. Later, my mother's eyesight became bad, so she stopped copying. .”
"Then the emperor can read what my concubine copied. The silk paper is spread out and the pen and ink are full. It feels very good." Yang Xianrong took the hot handkerchief from Zhang Du's hand and wiped Sima Zhong's hands carefully, " My concubine’s father said that the writing is like the person. If a person’s handwriting is beautiful, the other person will not be bad at it.”
"Yes, yes, Yang Meie is a good person." Sima Zhong's smile became much wider.
Yang Xianrong also laughed and wiped Sima Zhong's big face clean with a hot handkerchief, "Can the emperor also copy one?"
"Okay!" Sima Zhong took Yang Xianrong's little hand again, "I write very well, but I don't have a chance to write and no one wants to read it."
"I want to see it!" Yang Xianrong grabbed Sima Zhong with his backhand, "Your Majesty, please get well soon, and then you can write with me."
"Okay, okay." Sima Zhong was very happy, and his whole person became very active.
Zhang Du stood aside and watched, even quietly wiping the corners of his eyes.
After serving Sima Zhong, he drank the decoction and watched him fall asleep, before Yang Xianrong quietly left the dormitory.
Zhang Du followed her step by step.
"Hey, Mr. Zhang, you should go and have a rest quickly." Yang Xianrong felt a little distressed when he saw Zhang Du's gray hair, "You have been really hard on you these days."
"No pain, no pain, this is what an old slave should do." Zhang Du was about to bow and salute again, but was stopped by Yang Xianrong. However, because she was supporting Sima Zhong to drink the medicine, her waist had moved, and now she felt the pain.
Cuixi and Zhang Liangxue immediately stepped forward and supported both of them. This time it was better, the four people supported each other, and the scene was very lively.
Yang Xianrong was the first to laugh out loud, and then Zhang Du laughed, and then wiped the corners of his eyes again, and whispered: "The emperor is right, the queen is a good person."
"Hey, I bet you know I'm a good person." Yang Xianrong didn't want to act like a queen in front of him anymore, "Okay, didn't I say that you can't salute in front of me? Hurry up, My waist hurts."
"Yes, yes, I will obey the Queen's will." Zhang Du's tone became more relaxed, "This is the first time I have seen the Emperor so happy since he was injured. Thank you, Queen."
"Well, thank you. The emperor is happy, so we are happy." Yang Xianrong sighed softly, "I just hope he gets better soon. I actually miss him riding the sheep cart around the palaces now. Then I will have mutton to eat.”
"The Queen..." Zhang Du was also dumbfounded, "The mutton is getting angry, but you can't give the emperor more to eat, otherwise it will become impossible to pull it out again."
"Drink more water." Yang Xianrong also laughed, and both of them probably remembered the scene of Sima Zhongla on the dragon bed at the same time, which was really fresh in their memories.
"...I don't dare to let the emperor drink more water. As you can see, he has gained weight again and the old slave can't even lift it." Zhang Du actually started to complain.
