Murong Qianqian glanced at the bowl of porridge indifferently, burped and said: "Unfortunately, I just ate enough to hold on, but Meng Fei cooked the porridge herself and it was really a waste.

How about this? It’s been really hard for Xiang Mo to serve me lately, so I just borrowed flowers to offer her as a gift. Wouldn’t you mind if Concubine Meng is so generous?”

Of course Concubine Meng minded that the porridge cooked by her own concubine was actually eaten by a palace maid, and when word spread, no one laughed at her.

However, she really couldn't get angry at Murong Qianqian's appearance of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, so she could only grit her teeth and said with a smile: "Of course not. Since I gave the blood swallow porridge to the empress, it will be up to the empress to deal with it."

Therefore, Concubine Meng and Concubine Zhen were asking for trouble this time, and they left after sitting there for only a moment.

Murong Qianqian found peace, simply took off her shoes and sat on the soft couch, gently holding her cheek with one hand, looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

Xiang Mo drank the blood swallow porridge in a splash, wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "My Lady, this blood swallow porridge is very delicious, why don't you want it? Well, it seems that your Majesty is really considerate of Xiang Mo."

After straightening her wrinkled skirt, Murong Qianqian said casually: "I am worried that it is poisonous. If I had known it was not poisonous, I would not have given you any advantage~"

Xiang Mo felt the corners of her lips twitching, and she was stunned for a moment and said: "... I feel that your Majesty, you have really changed. In the past, I thought you had a weak character, and you will definitely suffer a loss after entering the palace.

But today I saw that your mouth was not forgiving at all, and you taught the two ladies a lesson, but you kept saying idioms one after another, so you looked so cultured."

Murong Qianqian brushed her long hair and kept holding her chin, "I know that I am very cultured, but Xiangmo, you don't have to worship me, because I am tired of being worshiped."

The corner of Xiang Mo's lips twitched again, he put away the dishes and said: "My dear lady, do you have toothache? Why are you dragging your cheeks all the time?"

The hand holding her chin trembled, and Murong Qianqian turned her head and said: "Xiang Mo, others say that melancholy women are very beautiful, such as Lin Daiyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions", she is very popular with men.

So I think if I do this action more often, will it be easier for people to feel pity and then have feelings of love?"

After saying that, she didn't care about the cramped expression on Xiang Mo's cheek. She changed her hand to support her chin and continued to pretend to be a melancholy beauty.

Xiang Mo said dullly: "My Lady, you've been saying things that I don't understand recently. I'm really confused. What is the Dream of Red Mansions? Is it a Qinglou?"

Then Lin Daiyu must be the top one there, but Xiang Mo feels that the women in Qinglou are all pretending to be charming, and it turns out that their tone has changed now."

"..."

If Cao Xueqin's body had not turned into powder, he would probably jump out of the coffin when he heard the fragrant powder, and he would have to crush the bones and scatter the ashes. (Note: Cao Xueqin, the author of "A Dream of Red Mansions")

The days flew by and three days passed.

In the past few days, Murong Qianqian did not go to Xian Shou Palace to pay her respects to the Queen Mother because she was ill. Instead, the old man came over in person.

During this period, she also asked Aunt Yi Qian to send a lot of supplements. This mother-in-law did a good job, at least she seemed to have a conscience.

However, Xuanyuan Yao, the husband and the culprit, has not appeared for a long time, as if he has evaporated from the world, neither alive nor dead.

Murong Qianqian completely fucked the eighteenth generation of Xuanyuan Yao's ancestors in her heart, until he finally appeared for the thousandth and first time.

At that time, Xiang Mo was mumbling incessantly in her ear, probably saying that her temper had become very strange recently and she was often unstable.

Murong Qianqian took out her ears and said lazily: "Why am I so uncertain? Xiang Mo, you are uneducated and you don't understand. I am a literary young man."

Xiang Mo served him respectfully and said in surprise: "Artistic young man, what is this? But even if I want to be artistic, I don't need to get up to dance in the middle of the night, right?"

Murong Qianqian lowered her head and played with the bracelet on her wrist, not even bothering to raise her head, "Xiang Mo, you really know how to joke. What I hate most right now is dancing.

Just hearing the word 'dance' makes me want to jump up and shout loudly, and then yell at the person who speaks. How can I get up and dance in the middle of the night?"

After hearing this, Xiang Mo subconsciously took two steps back and muttered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you did get up and dance at night recently. This slave really saw it..."

At this time, a "cough cough~" sound suddenly came from behind.

The two of them turned back in response.

When he entered his eyes, he was dressed in a bright yellow python robe, with long dark and bright hair, and a face so handsome that the gods were angry, Xuanyuan Yao burst into view like a tree in the wind.

Xiang Mo immediately saluted knowingly, closed the door and exited happily.

Seeing this, Murong Qianqian quickly straightened her long skirt, straightened her sitting posture, then raised her hands to support her chin, and raised her head slightly to look at the blue sky and white clouds.

Xuanyuan Yao sat down and looked at her with a faint look, "Qianqian, I'm angry~"

Nonsense. She asked knowingly. She was knocked unconscious and slept for three days and four nights. Wouldn't she be happy if she wasn't angry? It's not like she needed to be beaten.

But——Murong Qianqian kept her position of not moving even if the enemy moved her, and I would not move even if the enemy moved her. Anyway, she could not be beaten to death. She continued to hold her chin up and look at the sky.

Xuanyuan Yao sat slightly closer and said in a gentle voice: "Are you really angry? Then how can I not be angry?"

Murong Qianqian glanced at Xuanyuan Yao. Could it be that there was something wrong with his ears? This guy had such a good attitude. The sun was out in the west, right?

"Qianqian, angry women are not beautiful at all~" Xuanyuan Yao said with a smile on his lips, a bit like coaxing a child: "And angry women age easily~"

Murong Qianqian's hands shook, but she still looked at the sky and shouted: "When did I say that I was angry? Which of your eyes saw that I was angry?"

Xuanyuan Yao pointed at his two eyes with his index and middle fingers, and said seriously: "Both eyes have seen it, and Qianqian, please don't overdo it and ignore me. Your attitude is so obvious. Isn't this angry?"

"Nonsense~" Murong Qianqian suddenly turned her head, but because she kept looking at the sky for too long, she twisted her neck in a hurry, "Hey~ it's broken, please help me rub it~"

Xuanyuan Yao immediately stretched out his hand to rub her, and then asked with the potential of raking her ears: "Qianqian, is your anger gone now?"

After hearing this, Murong Qianqian was once again sure that either Xuanyuan Yao or she was caught by the door today, otherwise how could he be so considerate.
Chapter completed!