The little lady in her arms may have been frozen and was shaking badly.
Jiang Huaiyang ordered someone to fetch the white fox cloak hanging on the hanger, spread it over her body, took the hand stove from her sleeve, and handed it to Mu Xiang who was standing by her side.
Mu Xiang understood and left to add some hot coals.
"It's so early for snow to fall in Beijing." Ruan Yuyi sat astride his legs and put her forehead on his shoulder and neck, trying to get some warmth. Her slender fingertips touched his neck every now and then.
Circle, causing a tingling sensation on his body.
His throat tightened, and he bit her ear and said, "Is this the first time Lingling has come to this capital? Why haven't you gotten used to it yet?" He handed the hot tea to her lips.
She stepped back a little, reached out to take it, and thanked her politely. She tilted her head slightly, and the warm tea flowed into her mouth, which could not be contained, and wet her lips.
His eyes were heavy but he didn't speak, waiting to see when she would explain her intention.
She struggled to get up from his lap, raised the handle with her white fingertips, picked up the food box, and opened the lid with her other hand, "Your Majesty, would you like to try it? It's newly made."
The pastries in the box are molded into flower shapes, about two inches wide, and each one is delicate and cute. When you open the lid, you can smell the aroma of beans under your breath.
Seeing that Jiang Huaiyang remained silent, she raised her eyes to meet his, and was startled by the deep gaze, "——Your Majesty?"
He suddenly smiled and said, "Lingling's hand is really good at borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha." If he hadn't heard from Concubine Shu yesterday, he might not have known that the cakes she sent every day were entrusted by others.
Her heart tightened and she said with a smile, "What are you referring to, Your Majesty?"
"Don't understand?" He tightened his hand on her waist, "That's okay." He lowered his head, not eating the cakes, but eating her lipstick.
She leaned back a little to avoid it, "I am infected with the wind and cold. Please don't give it to Your Majesty."
He held her slender waist tightly to prevent her from falling backwards, "It's okay, just take a few pills." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been sick.
I don't know if it was because she didn't have enough food to eat, but the little lady's already slender figure became even thinner. When she pinched it with one hand, it was all bones. There was a strange blush on her cheeks, but her hands were cold.
He freed his hand and held it for her.
"Shu Fei..." Her words were cut off by him, and she whimpered incompletely.
Without paying attention, her hand lost strength, the food box fell to the ground, and the delicate pastries were scattered all over the floor. But she had no time to take care of it.
Across the door, Mu Xiang heard the movement inside and stopped. She still held the sleeve stove in her hand, fearing that the wind would blow it away, so she hid it in her sleeve.
In the palace, Jiang Huaiyang didn't want to hear her mention Concubine Shu frequently in front of him because he didn't give her a chance to continue.
After she had bathed and changed clothes again, he ordered the sedan chair to be prepared. When she wanted to go back, he sent her back to Luomei Xuan without rushing her away. She lowered her eyes and watched Mu Xiang tie her cloak neatly, feeling a little
Absence.
She also knew that the Rong family was rebellious and the crime was unforgivable, so it was reasonable for him to resort to such methods. But Concubine Shu had always stayed in the palace and had no intention of harming him. What was wrong with her?
What's wrong with those innocent Rong family members?
Perhaps because she was not standing in the emperor's position, she couldn't understand it, and she didn't want to understand it. She just felt sorry for those women who were beautiful and beautiful in the morning and slaves in the evening.
The new emperor has left, and the main hall seems empty. Although his robes are still hanging on the hangers, various antique ornaments are still placed on the ancient shelves, and the ink on the desks has not yet dried. There are traces of his life everywhere.
.
Although he allowed her to stay here, her purpose was not achieved and there was no point in staying here any longer.
She whispered, "Let's go back."
The carriage carrying the new emperor drove out of the imperial city, traveling smoothly, leaving long ruts behind.
The carriage came to a slow stop in front of the Criminal Department. Wen Zhi opened the curtains and said, "Your Majesty, we are here."
Jiang Huaiyang hummed softly and walked out. Suddenly, he paused and stopped walking forward. Because there were many cloth merchants crowded in front of him, it would not be easy to get in.
It's not that the people in the Criminal Department are timid, but the people in front of them are the people of Dawu, and there are so many of them, how can they dare to actually face each other with swords?
The gray and rough cloth and the gold-embroidered clothes rubbed against each other, and everyone tried their best to squeeze forward. They all held bowls in their hands, and their mouths were either sharp or screaming.
"Sir, please do it! My Ji'er points to this one, please do it!"
"Didn't they sell everything in previous years? I have money, I have a lot of money! Let me in!"
"Don't crowd--"
The clerks, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, struggled to hold on to the door. Some were ordered to stop and explain outside, but who would listen to him? These people were all waiting for a bite of steamed buns to save their lives!
Jiang Huaiyang frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? Didn't I prohibit the peddling of such evil things?"
During the previous dynasty, Wu State was prosperous on the surface, but internally many officials were corrupt and secretly eroding the country's foundation. The late emperor was considered a wise king when he was young, but later he indulged in beauty and listened to the slanderous words of sycophants, so he did not ask about the people's sentiments for many years.
There were prison guards who spread and sold folk remedies.
Therefore, after the new emperor took over, there were still many wastes waiting to be done.
Wen Zhi hurriedly lowered his head and answered, "It is true that the ban has been issued. But I am afraid it will take time for people's perceptions to change... The gate is crowded, why don't Your Majesty enter by a side door?"
He paused for a moment and said, "Let a few people from the Taiyuan Hospital go have a look." After saying that, he walked towards the side door.
The Minister of Punishment did not expect that he would come here early, fearing that the chaos outside would make the new emperor angry, he hurriedly knelt down to apologize.
He glanced at the anxious Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment and sneered, "Knowing that he was ineffective in controlling the situation, he didn't have many people to send the people away." He left the Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment where he was and walked to the prison.
The Minister of Punishment did not dare to neglect, got up quickly, dusted himself off, and followed behind.
Compared to Jingzhao Mansion, this place was darker and more humid, and most of the prisoners were political prisoners or serious offenders. The smell of blood lingered in the air, and it was so pungent and strong that it almost made you feel sick. Jiang Huaiyang's expression did not change.
Walking to a cell, under the dim candlelight, the man in the cell slowly raised his head.
He stood up, and the iron lock on his ankle clattered. He stared directly at Jiang Huaiyang, and murmured, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty--" The words of begging for mercy seemed to be blurted out.
Then, his expression changed and he cursed.
The Minister of Punishment looked at his former colleague, but he couldn't help sighing. His heart tightened, and he quickly ordered someone to open the cell door and block the man's mouth.
All the words in his mouth were blocked, his face was red, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.
He was clearly about to succeed, and the nun who was sent to Concubine Shu sent a letter from Concubine Mingming, saying that the medicine was sent to the new emperor every day. Although the poison was chronic, its effects were irreversible.
How could the new emperor still stand in front of him calmly now?
Jiang Huaiyang looked at her coldly and said leisurely, "Ai Qing, you don't want to know what happened to your daughter in the palace?"
He suddenly became quiet, as if someone had taken away his voice. In the darkness, a line of thick tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
The Rong family is no longer what it used to be, all because he followed the wrong master.
Chapter 157 is available. The male protagonist’s feelings actually changed in that chapter. If you are interested, you can go back and take a look~