Her hatred for Feng Miaolian was even deeper without realizing it.

He was also a little more determined to get rid of this sister.

Feng Miaolian could hear clearly in the room.

It was not until Feng Miaozhi left that he breathed a sigh of relief.

When the emperor came in, he saw her standing by the window, with her back facing him and enjoying the scenery outside the window.

Her back was very thin. Not only did she not have enough plump life after returning to the palace, she became haggard and looked infinitely lonely.

He suddenly felt a little unbearable and knew her discomfort. Just now, Feng Miaozhi came to the door for diagnosis - he was not a confused person, and after years of life in the palace, he could not have completely no idea about the women's plan.

In the past, he was willing to watch quietly. It was actually quite interesting to fight between women and women, and it was more interesting than controlling the fight between ministers.

But if Miaolian was fighting with other women, he wouldn't look so happy.

"Miaolian..."

She said lightly: "Your Majesty is coming back so early today?"

She called him "Your Majesty" every day, and there was nothing wrong with this book. But today Tuoba Hong felt a little uncomfortable, and something was wrong and couldn't say it. It was like he forgot to add salt when cooking. Perhaps he remembered the past, when he came back from the court, he often saw her running over excitedly, hugging her waist, acting coquettishly, and sticking it intimately to his ears, half kissing and half coquettish: "Hong'er...I made the silk-pulled apples...I made the stewed apples with deer meat..."

Of course, the sound was small, and it was touched by his ears, and he only said it to him.

That is the secret between husband and wife. It is the childhood sweetheart’s agreement.

He remembered that for so long since he returned to the palace, Miaolian had never acted intimately, and had never even made a silk-pulled apple once. He suddenly missed the taste of silk-pulled apples so much, because he had basically never eaten it since she left.

He walked over and reached out to hug her waist. Her waist was very soft, and there was still a faint sweetness on his hair. His face was pressed between her exposed white neck. He took a moment of breath and said softly: "Miaolian, I want to eat silk-pulled apples tonight..."

She suddenly said, "Your Majesty, thank you for sending the Queen away for me."

He was stunned.
Chapter completed!