"Why don't you go back?" Nan Fengyu pretended not to see the longing in Murong Yan's eyes and said quietly.
"My concubine is waiting for the emperor," Murong Yan said calmly, smiling as if she had no worries, but she was secretly making up her mind.
"I... suddenly remembered that I still have some unfinished business and need to return to Cheng'an Palace," Nan Fengyu said with some embarrassment.
Although it is true that some official duties have not been completed and some memorials have not been approved, Dan is not in a hurry. He is just afraid that he will go to Lanrong Palace again. What should he do if he still cannot lift? It really makes a man
So sad
"Then my concubine, just stay with the emperor. You always need someone to bring tea and water."
Murong Yan smiled, as if she had made up her mind, thinking in her heart, no matter what, she must be with Nan Fengyu tonight. If not, wouldn't it be a joke to others? Isn't it possible that she, Murong Yan, can become a
Can’t you keep the Emperor’s?
"That's fine." Nan Fengyu understood Murong Yan's determined look and sighed, knowing that there was no way to escape, so he and Murong Yan went to Cheng'an Palace together.
However, Nan Fengyu spent the whole night correcting the memorial. When there was no memorial to review at the end, he just slowly worked on each word word by word. His eyelids were trembling and he was unwilling to go to bed. Murong Yan did not rush him.
…
After Ye Qingmian quietly returned to Qingchen Palace alone, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Her mind was filled with the figure of Nanfeng Chang'an for a while, and the figure of Nanfeng Yu for a while. They overlapped and made her feel a little irritable.
sleep
Early the next morning, the snow had stopped. Ye Qingmian got up and saw that the traces of snow outside had been cleaned up by the palace attendants.
After Wan'er helped Ye Qingmian dress and tie her hair, she was preparing breakfast when Jing Guiren's exaggerated laughter came from outside.
"Sister, sister..." Before seeing her, she heard her voice first, and that's what she said. Hearing Jing Guiren's pretended to be very sweet, Ye Qingmian couldn't help but think of Wang Xifeng in "A Dream of Red Mansions", but this Jing Guiren
There is no way to compare with noble people.
"Master, what is she doing here again?" Wan'er frowned slightly, her brows filled with worry and disdain.
"Soldiers will block you, water will cover you, what are you afraid of?" Ye Qingmian smiled slightly, stood up, and stretched.
"The key is, I don't know what kind of monster she is here." Wan'er doesn't like Jing Guiren very much, and she doesn't hide it.
"Sister, what are you doing?" Before Wan'er finished complaining, Jing Guiren's voice was getting closer and closer.