Yan Rong shook his head, "Queen, you don't have to be so troublesome. There is an empty small guest room next to the courtyard where Wei Chen lives. It happens to be clean. I think the two empresses won't mind."
"Is this okay? Will it disturb the lives of you and the princess?" Yun Yan still lives at Yan Rong's place. If Concubine Hui accidentally encounters her, there will be another quarrel. Besides, Concubine Hui and Zheng Meiren, after all,
She was still the emperor's nominal concubine, and she was inexplicably thrust into Yan Rong's place to live. If someone in the court made a fuss about this matter, Yan Rong's situation would be very bad.
"I won't disturb you. Besides, they won't be here for a long time. If nothing unexpected happens, the Emperor will be back at noon tomorrow." Yan Rong said this to please Tao Xiaowei, and he was not surprised to see Concubine Hui's eyes.
It also lit up.
The two of them were talking to themselves, and it sounded like they were discussing. In fact, there was no room for Concubine Hui to interrupt. In the end, they followed Yan Rong's suggestion, and Concubine Hui and Meiren Zheng were sent to the small courtyard, where they had delicious food and drinks.
In addition, a dozen of the best guards were sent to guard the door to prevent anyone from accidentally 'disturbing' the queen's rest.
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After changing to a room where the cold wind didn't pour in, Tao Xiaowei wiped away the cold snot from the cold with a handkerchief, took the brown sugar ginger soup specially cooked by Qian Shuang, and complained, "Second brother, your savior is too fierce.
There was a boom, and the house shook. I was really afraid that he would accidentally demolish that flower hall."
Yan Rong felt sad and drank hot tea, "Baby Yan's way of thinking now is similar to that of a seven or eight-year-old child. After a while, his body will recover a little, and he will probably be able to return to his former self."
"By the way, why did you keep those two women instead of putting them in your own yard? Be careful of officials impeaching you for being a frivolous imperial concubine. When the time comes, don't blame your husband for killing your brother in tears." Tao Xiaowei
His eyes are crooked, and his heartless mouth is merciless.
Yan Rong snorted contemptuously, straightened up his small chest, and clapped twice, "When your husband comes back, you still don't know how to thank me. Not to mention the impeachment of hundreds of officials, or the parade of tens of thousands of people, I will not