Fu Rui nodded quickly and hid the oil paper bag in her arms, "I won't forget it. Mr. Yigui has been having a bad time these past few days. If you don't come today, I'm afraid you'll see me in a well in the palace in a few days. Ning The ever-present grace will be something Fuyu will never forget in her life.”
This made Lianxiang satisfied, and she told Fuu that if she was hungry, she could come to find her, which made Fuu burst into tears again.
After Lianxiang finished her work, she didn't delay Fuu's work. She found an opportunity when no one was around, fled from Changxin Palace, and returned to Yihexuan.
She passed by the imperial doctor who was walking out. As soon as she entered, the coldness in her body was immediately dissipated.
Ning Yuzhen sat with a smile on her face and waved to Lianxiang, "Come, sit down and take a break. Later, you can go to the minister's room and ask the father-in-law to put the green head card on it."
"Is my master's body and bones all healed? I happened to meet the imperial doctor just now." Lianxiang panted heavily, sat down on the round stool, and rubbed her cold-red hands.
Ning Yuzhen said: "I'm mostly healed. It's all thanks to our Qilan. The temperature dropped suddenly last night, but she still remembered to come and put me in extra quilts."
"Then the young master must give Qilan a good reward." Yi Cui also had a change of opinion towards Qilan. She only thought that she talked less, but at least she didn't look like someone who would betray her master. From that day on, Qilan would often follow behind her. , chasing after questions, almost frightened Yicui.
Ning Yuzhen thought for a moment and asked Yicui to bring the makeup box.
She picked through it and chose a pearl hairpin that was suitable for Qilan's age and her status as a palace maid. She gave it to Qilan and said, "Lianxiang wears silk flowers on her head. You only wear one wooden hairpin every day." Hairpin, it seems that you have lost some of your delicacy at your age.
Qilan took the hairpin, licked her lips a few times, and thanked her with a blushing face.
"My master is partial, and I also want the hairpin." Lianxiang said deliberately with her cheeks puffed up.
Ning Yuzhen looked at her invitation with a slight smile, and said teasingly: "When you stay awake one night when you are on duty, I will reward you with a gilded hairpin."
Lianxiang laughed sheepishly. She didn't expect that she slept so well last night and couldn't even hear the wind outside the window.
Although she was chatting well with the three waiters, Ning Yuzhen still felt a little uneasy.
I wonder who the emperor will summon tonight, and I wonder if Yiguiren will lose her temper and tell her in advance, disrupting her plan.
In the midst of anxiety, the dark night came as promised, and at the same time, the father-in-law from the Jingsi Room came as well.
This time Ning Yuzhen soaked in water as usual, and there was an extra lining in the brocade quilt. Yicui was afraid that she would get cold, so she stuffed a robe into her arms to cover her belly.
Accompanied by the sound of carriage wheels rolling on the ground, Ning Yuzhen was sent into the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart.
The charcoal fire in the Yangxin Hall is burning brightly, as warm as spring, and the incense burning is the soothing incense sent by Ning Yuzhen.
Wei Cheng sat on the chair outside, leaning on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Hearing Fu Hai's soft report, he opened his slightly red eyes, "Let Ning Changzai rest inside for a while, and then go after I finish reviewing the memorial."
Fuhai took the order and left. Ning Yuzhen knew it and waited for others to leave. She quietly got up from the bed and put on her robe. Her current dress was appropriate for meeting outsiders.
She opened the curtain leading to the outside, and what she saw was Wei Cheng, wearing a dragon robe and frowning.
Hearing the sound, Wei Cheng turned around and said, "Why did you come out? Didn't I ask Fuhai to talk to you?"
Ning Yuzhen was so blessed that she got up without waiting for Wei Cheng to speak, and walked straight to the table to grind ink for him.
"The emperor is sitting here and my concubine is lying inside. This is against the rules."
Wei Cheng smiled, "Then you got up by yourself without waiting for me to ask you to get up. Is that in line with the rules?"
Ning Yuzhen said coquettishly: "Did the emperor insist on letting the concubine say that she wanted to spend more time with the emperor before she ran out of the inner room?"
"Can I still blame you?" Wei Cheng shook his head helplessly, "I still need some time. If you are tired from grinding, just go back and lie down. I won't blame you. If someone brings this matter to you tomorrow, If you go, just ask me to take the blame."
After saying that, Wei Cheng lowered his head and focused on government affairs again, not afraid of Ning Yuzhen watching from the side.
Ning Yuzhen silently polished her ink aside without looking around. She kept thinking about what Wei Cheng had just said.
As I thought about it, my cheeks turned red.
She couldn't help but spurn herself. She clearly entered the palace with the idea of avenging her nephew. Why did she have such thoughts about the emperor?
She shook her head slightly and got rid of her little thoughts. Even though she knew that the most fatal thing in the palace was to get the emperor's love, love and admiration were never unreasonable, and Ning Yuzhen could not throw them away if she wanted to. thing.
The Tian family has always been ruthless, and Ning Yuzhen is often a little worried. Can she really control her heart?
Unknowingly, by the time Wei Cheng finished reviewing, an hour had passed.
He put down his pen, and just then he saw the eyes of the person next to him falling on the inkstone, but he was so distracted that he didn't realize that he had stopped writing.
Wei Cheng didn't interrupt her, and his eyes fell on her spinning hands. Her green-white fingers were holding ink sticks, one black and one white, which was very pleasing to the eye.
She couldn't help but hold Ning Yuzhen's hand, and then brought her back to her thoughts.
Wei Cheng patted her hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I have been grinding the ink for so long. From now on, just let Fuhai do these rough things. You don't have to worry about it."
"It's not hard work." Ning Yuzhen was stunned and said with a smile: "It's really hard work for the emperor to work for the people. Are you tired, the emperor?"
Wei Cheng has never heard of such words. The concubine will not say this to him. The empress only asks him to pay attention to rest. Even he himself believes that as an emperor, it is necessary to work for the people. There are almost no days of rest every year. Morning court Don't let a day fall, even if you are sick, you must hold on.
But no one has ever asked him if he is tired or if he is willing... to be the emperor.
Wei Cheng looked at the smiling person in front of him with crooked eyebrows. At this moment, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to be beating slightly.
He knew that the concubines who entered the palace may not necessarily have feelings for him. Most of the time, it was just a helpless move.
Even if they invite favors, it is for their own good, and for the family behind them.
Wei Cheng only had one thought in his mind right now. He wanted Ning Yuzhen to truly make him happy. He wanted Ning Yuzhen to be completely his.
If he could describe his current state of mind, it would be that a beggar who was about to freeze to death encountered a blazing fire.
With this in mind, Wei Cheng took Ning Yuzhen back to the inner room.
After a night of cloud and rain, Ning Yuzhen once again made an exception and was left in the Yangxin Hall for the night.
It was still dark the next morning. After feeling the movement around her, Ning Yuzhen also got up.
Before his eyes were fully opened, he took the clothes from the palace maid's hand and was about to change Wei Cheng's clothes.
"Why don't you take a nap? It's still early."
Ning Yuzhen forced herself to wake up, "It's natural for the emperor to have concubines. The emperor favors concubines, and concubines can't be arrogant because of their favor, right?"
Looking down at the plain and still touching face, Wei Cheng couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Ning Yuzhen's forehead.
"I'll go to your place for lunch and wait for my return at Yihexuan."
