Chapter 132 Move the palace outside to receive the imperial decree
The weather is a little warmer today, at least you can see the light from the sun. It has been a few days since I returned to the Imperial Palace. I went to Danfeng Xuyuan the day before yesterday. The business is good and running normally. I looked at the account book until late at night, and then I remembered
Wherever I am, when I return to Yunran Palace.
Finally, I saw a beautiful and gloomy angry face as I wished. Due to my own temperament, I was too lazy to say anything, but it happened that I was at fault first, so I had to gather my temper and apologize to the emperor who was difficult to serve, but who knew that the emperor
Not only was he ungrateful, but he never set foot in Yunran Palace again after he left. It is said that such a trivial matter does not cause much anger, but based on my understanding of him, the emperor must be using the topic to plot something?
Although I understand in my heart, I don't know what his intention is. It's just that it takes a lot of trouble to think about things. If he can just lie on the sofa and chair and feel at ease, what is his purpose? One day, it will be in front of him.
As soon as she turned to the last page of the book, Zhulan walked in, holding the tea she had been taught to make from drying chrysanthemums in the autumn. The faint fragrance entered her nose, and the pleasant fragrance overflowed in the room.
Closing the book, he picked up the teacup and took a sip. He nodded with satisfaction and praised: "Zhulan's tea art is getting better and better."
Zhulan's delicate face turned red, "That's because the master has trained her well."
With a slight smile and no words, he handed the teacup back to Zhulan. Zhumei stepped over the threshold again and said respectfully: "Master, Mr. Lin is carrying the holy edict at the entrance of Yunran Palace."
Imperial decree? His expression stagnated, his jade eyes immediately darkened, and he suppressed the gentleness on his face. What on earth is this Zi Yuqi going to do? The fragrance of tea was still scattered, and his tone naturally cooled down, and he half-closed his eyes, "Go and get it.
Just come in." It's not that easy to get her to kneel down and kowtow to accept Tian En's kindness.
Unexpectedly, Zhumei said again: "Prime Minister Nalan is also at the door."
At the entrance of Yunran Palace, Lin Yun stood upright, with one hand tied behind his back and the other holding the imperial edict high, quietly waiting for the person who would come out to receive the edict.
Although Nalan Qinghong looked calm, he was actually worried in his heart. The palace maid had already gone in to report for a long time, so why didn't Feng'er come out to receive the order? Could it be that she was not favored and was depressed? The more I thought about it, the more worried I became.
, with an anxious heart, he finally saw his daughter walking out with an expressionless face, her body full, and she said: "I accept the order."
Lin Yun spread out the imperial edict and began to read, "By God's blessing, the emperor summoned Ning Guiren for a long time. He has been punished in the palace for a long time. Today, the prime minister reminds him that he recalled that his beloved concubine is in poor health and should not stay for a long time. However, I can't bear it.
I hereby express my gratitude to Te Enze for lifting his six-month ban."
Before Feng Ning could speak, Nalan Qinghong knelt down and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."
Poor parents in the world, this sentence is very useful no matter which dynasty it is used in. I sighed softly in my heart, "I accept the order and thank you."
After receiving the imperial edict, Feng Ning didn't even bother to look at it, so she threw it to Zhumei who was accompanying him. She reached out to help Nalan Qinghong up and said reproachfully, "Dad, you are not young anymore. Don't kneel down and torment others.
You’re such an old bone.”
Her words were very rude, but they were also very reasonable. She obviously felt that it was inappropriate, but she couldn't find fault with her. Lin Yun gave Feng Ning a bow and said, "I'm leaving."
After Lin Yun left, Nalan Qinghong regained all his composure and looked anxiously at his daughter, whom he had not seen for nearly two months, "Feng'er, you are fine, why did it take you so long to come out to deliver the order?"