Late at night, the only sounds in the Zhaode Hall were the sound of Gu Tingfang reviewing the memorials, the smell of calligraphy and painting, and the sound of his sleeves fluttering, which sounded from time to time as Gu Tingfang turned over the sea of memorials.
At this time, Gu Tingfang's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and the pen in his hand was like the Yangtze River rushing by. The silence of Zhaode Hall was broken by his long sigh.
Suddenly, the door opened slightly, and the palace maid Xue Fu came in gently carrying a bowl of steaming white fungus soup.
When Gu Tingfang looked over, she suddenly showed a timid look and quickly lowered her head.
Gu Tingfang followed Xue Fu's line of sight and lightly opened her lips: "What's the matter?"
Xue Fu bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty, your concubine asked your servant to bring you lotus seed soup."
Gu Tingfang just glanced at it and said, "Let it go."
Zhang Jiade stepped forward and took the lotus seed soup from Xue Fu's hand. Even if he didn't say anything, he was well aware of Xue Fu's arrival.
For these days, Bai Zhixi always asked Xue Fu to bring a bowl of sweet soup every night, but your Majesty never set foot in Feng Zao Palace again.
Xue Fu stood there, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Your Majesty, the noble concubine..."
"Let her rest early."
Before Xuefu finished speaking, Gu Tingfang's cold voice came. She paused and did not dare to say anything more, so she had to exit Zhaode Hall.
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Outside Fengzao Palace, the glazed tiles are carved with dragons and phoenixes, showing the royal demeanor. .
It was already late at night, and the palace people in Fengzao Palace had already entered into a quiet rest. The moonlight shone through the window lattice, and the palace was reflected with mottled shadows.
Bai Zhixi was lying quietly on the couch. She was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, with her long hair hanging behind her back, swaying in the room through the candlelight.
The huge golden nanmu fan swayed slowly, injecting a little coolness into the palace.
Seeing Xevula coming in with her head raised, Bai Zhixi knew that the king would not come over tonight.
It has been a long time since she became the imperial concubine of Great Yin, but she is still in perfect shape. How ironic!
With a sigh, Bai Zhixi didn't say anything more, she just pulled off the palace clothes and threw them on the ground casually.
Looking at the clothes on the floor and the scattered red hairpins, Xue Fu sighed and quickly ordered someone to clean them up.
Bai Zhixi returned to the bedroom and fell weakly on the bed.
"Xue Fu, tell me, do you have me in your heart?"
Hearing this, Xue Fu nodded and said with relief: "There must be some, otherwise, Your Majesty would not have made you a noble concubine."
Bai Zhixi's face improved a little.
Yes, it’s not that you don’t love yourself, it’s just that you are unable to do what you want.
Bai Zhixi seemed to have thought of something and started to do it suddenly.
"Xue Fu! Do you still remember the kind of wine your father used to drink?"
Xue Fu's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly, "Remember, it seems that Madam prepared it for the General."
"It is made by adding wolfberry, dried longan, jujube and other herbs. Finally, it is made with the blood of a virgin. Women can take it to make their skin rejuvenated, and men can take it to be strong."
Bai Zhixi looked at her, and Xue Fu smiled knowingly, "I will prepare tomorrow."
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Yin Luzhu braved the night and returned to the palace. Standing at the door of Prince Chu Xiang's palace, she stared at the house standing in front of her in trance.
She must preserve the centuries-old glory of the Chu Xiang Palace and live up to those who treated her well.
