The woman's appearance was suddenly reflected in the ginseng soup!
A flash of surprise flashed in Song Wenjing's eyes, and she quickly put the ginseng soup aside.
Uncertain.
Eunuch Su was stunned and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, is the ginseng soup not to your liking?"
Song Wenjing coughed twice, pretending to be calm and said: "I have no appetite, you all should leave first."
Eunuch Su glanced at Song Wenjing suspiciously. His Majesty was clearly planning to drink it. Why did he suddenly lose his appetite now?
Sure enough, you have an evil heart. Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger!
"yes."
The palace people guarding the Imperial Study Room responded, then bowed their heads and retreated.
Eunuch Su followed everyone, and after everyone exited the imperial study, he thoughtfully closed the door for Song Wenjing.
After she was the only one left in the huge imperial study, Song Wenjing took a deep breath.
He rubbed his brows and looked at the ginseng soup beside him again.
Jiang Jingyu's stunning little face was once again reflected in the ginseng soup.
Song Wenjing's body was shaken and she hurriedly fled from her seat.
He must be crazy!
Ever since they met her that day, after returning to the palace, the woman's face always appeared in his mind unconsciously.
When eating, when sleeping, when going to court, when reviewing memorials...
As long as his mind is free, the woman's face will appear in his mind unconsciously. Although he tried his best to restrain it, it had no effect!
Song Wenjing stood up and walked away from the desk, turning her face to the side and no longer looking into the bowl.
Thinking that there were still a few memorials that had not been reviewed, Song Wenjing moved slightly and tentatively approached the desk.
He half-closed his eyes and controlled himself not to look at the bowl of ginseng soup on the desk. After getting the unapproved memorial, he strode to the inner room.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Song Wenjing came to the inner room with the memorial and continued to read it in front of the table.
But after only reading two lines, the following words did not enter his mind. Song Wenjing frowned, obviously no longer interested in reviewing.
His big palms tightened slightly, and his pursed thin lips showed the master's displeasure at this time.
He hated this feeling of being out of his control.
Song Wenjing no longer forced herself to review the memorial. She threw the memorial on the table with some irritability, got up and walked to the bed.
He didn't take off his shoes and lay on the bed with his clothes on.
Just as he closed his eyes, the woman's clear almond eyes appeared in his mind unconsciously.
Her every frown and smile, every expression and movement were deeply engraved in his mind, and even now he could still imagine the soft touch of her hugging his waist.
Song Wenjing frowned, tossing and turning.
The more he wanted to forget, the clearer the face became in his mind.
After a moment of pause, Song Wenjing suddenly opened her eyes.
He finally understood that it was not the bowl of ginseng soup that disturbed him, but his mood.
It was his mood that controlled him to think about her and miss her.
But her identity...
How could he, the majestic king of a country, care about the wives of his ministers?
If the people knew that he was obsessed with his ministers' wives, wouldn't they probably call him a foolish king who seizes his ministers' wives?
Song Wenjing sat up and sat cross-legged on the bed. Two villains holding different opinions suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
Little Devil: "You don't care if she is his wife or not. Just remember that you are the emperor and the whole country belongs to you. Since you miss her, go find her! Go and take her back and make her your own!" "
Little Angel: "No! You are a wise king who is deeply loved by the people. How could you do such a ridiculous thing as a king seizing a minister's wife?"
Little Devil: "What about Mingjun? Should Mingjun give up the one he loves just for that worthless reputation?"
Little Angel: "Leave aside Mingjun, she is already married as a minister's wife, do you want to use imperial power to force her to leave the one she loves? She will hate you for the rest of her life!"
Little Devil: "They have only met once, why force them? How can you be sure that she is marrying the person you like? If she meets someone unkind, if you take her to your side, it will not be force but redemption!"
"Besides, he just got to know her one step later than the minister. If he appeared in her world before the minister, there's no telling who she would choose!"
"There is no such thing as first come, first served in relationships. As long as your heart moves, go for it. If you don't fight for it, how will you know the result?"
"You are a noble, not a coward! If you don't even dare to take this step, what qualifications do you have to be the king of this country?"
Little Angel: "You, you are using strong words! You are clearly misleading him!"
Little Devil: "Go ahead. Since you miss her, go see her. If you fall in love with her, snatch her away. The outcome is undecided at that time, and everything is possible!"
The little angel's face turned red with anger, and just as he was about to retort, Song Wenjing waved his palm and scattered the two villains in front of him.
He got out of bed and walked towards the door.
Since ancient times, evil has always prevailed over good, but this time, the evil thoughts deep in his bones finally defeated his reason.
Song Wenjing left the palace without letting anyone follow her.
Ever since he saw her on Shangyuan Festival, her face had always appeared in his mind unconsciously.
After learning that she was the general's wife, he still couldn't control it, and even sent secret guards to find out her location in the general's mansion.
Song Wenjing relied on her superb dexterity to reach the eaves of the General's Mansion easily without disturbing anyone.
[Host, Emperor Jing is here. 】
Song Wenjing issued a reminder as soon as he arrived at Dongdong Yao of the General's Mansion.
Jiang Jingyu, who was sorting out the spices, made a move, and then played with the spices in front of him as if nothing had happened.
In addition to reading books and doing business, my original interest is in perfumery.
Jiang Jingyu knew that Song Wenjing would come looking for her after her appearance appeared in Song Wenjing's mind 520 times, so she prepared these things to the general's mansion in advance.
Emperor Jing liked incense, so she prepared it for him personally.
Jiang Jingyu placed the spices on the table one by one in an orderly manner.
At this time, Qiu Shuang and Dong Xu came in. Seeing Jiang Jingyu's movements, they asked suspiciously: "Why did the lady take out these things in the middle of the night?"
Jiang Jingyu's expression remained unchanged as she said, "I've had a lot of troubles these past two days, so I'll add some incense to calm my mind."
Qiu Shuang subconsciously thought that Jiang Jingyu was heartbroken because of Zhou Huaiqian and Zhang's attitude, and she suddenly looked distressed.
"Miss, why are you bothering? It was the general who betrayed his trust first, so why do you still insist on abiding by the original agreement?"
"Yes, miss. Since he is unkind, don't blame the miss for being unjust. The miss should have just issued a divorce letter from the beginning to let the general understand that it was not he who disliked the miss, but the miss who disliked him first!"
Qiu Shuang and Dong Xu fought against Jiang Jingyu.
"Okay, since I impulsively married into the general's house, it's too late to say anything now. Now I just want to be the general's wife peacefully and take care of everything in the house for him."
"You guys should go out first, I want to be alone for a while."
Jiang Jingyu's tone was neither salty nor cool, and after speaking, she drove Qiu Shuang and Dongxu out.
Song Wenjing on the roof listened to their conversation word for word.
His eyes flashed slightly, and there was a hint of depth in his eyes.
On impulse...
