Who knew that the more Zhenliang was looking forward to, Nangong Lie seemed to deliberately make her lose the patience of expectation.
In short, not only did he not look at her, but he also didn't ask her any questions.
Faced with a heart ready for provocation, Nangong Lie's silence, indifference and alienation were undoubtedly extremely damaging to Zhen Liang.
Just when Zhenliang lowered his head and was about to give up, Nangong Lie said without raising his head, "Since kneeling can make you so happy, you can try to make more mistakes in the future."
Although Nangong Lie's words were extremely unpleasant to listen to, he finally had bright hope after waiting for so long, so he did not intend to argue with him about these harsh words. Instead, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. I will kneel down."
This kind of thing is a piece of cake. The more you kneel, the more experience you gain and the thicker your skin becomes. Therefore, it is good to kneel more, but not to make mistakes, but to satisfy the emperor and others.
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Nangong Lie paused with his pen, but paid no attention to it.
Zhenliang had long been prepared to be ignored by him again. He shook his head and said to himself, "What's the point of kneeling? Didn't you often kneel down to worship your ancestors in the ancestral hall and in front of the tomb before? Just die.
It is appropriate for relatives to kneel down and worship, isn't it? What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Guessing that there was something in her words, Nangong Lie's handsome face immediately turned gloomy and terrifying. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhenliang coldly, as if he wanted to swallow her in one gulp.
Zhenliang laughed secretly, stuck out his tongue, and pretended to be innocent and meddling in other people's business, "Your Majesty, have you finished approving the memorial?"
"Shut up!" Nangong Lie shouted coldly, and the smile on Zhenliang's face suddenly disappeared, as if he was frightened, but in fact he was extremely happy in his heart.
For some reason, she suddenly felt that irritating Nangong Lie was a very interesting thing, full of unpredictable challenges and fun.
At this moment, Zhenliang felt that although Nangong Lie was noble and sat comfortably, while she was humble and knelt miserably, in terms of mood, she must have won. The most important thing was that her knees did not hurt at all.
, so kneeling is actually very comfortable.
Since he didn't allow her to speak, she knelt down quietly and worshiped him as a dead person. She thought that if he didn't let her get up when her knees hurt, she would clasp her hands and worship him.
Bye, or even kowtow a few more times, he might make her knees hurt, and she would make him angry and have a headache.
After about half an hour, a large stack of memorials on the desk had been reviewed. Nangong Lie glanced at Zhenliang coldly and said in a deep voice, "Get up."
This man took control of things so well, her knees hadn't even started to hurt yet!
Unknowingly, Zhenliang lost the opportunity to kowtow and kneel to him again, and slowly got up and walked towards the door.
Then, a cold voice caught up with her as she was about to leave, "Did I let you go?"
"The emperor didn't say he wouldn't let me leave?" Zhenliang really wanted to go back and rest, so he didn't stop and continued walking out.
Nangong Lie didn't stand up to stop her, nor did she let anyone stop her. Instead, just when one of Zhenliang's feet was about to cross the threshold, he said coldly, "Concubine Liang, you will sleep with me tonight."
Huh! Damn man! Is this continuing to punish her or compensate her?
Zhenliang's raised right foot slowly retracted and landed slowly. There was a sarcastic sneer on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to find various excuses to refuse, but he couldn't think of an excuse to refuse. If Yinye knew about it, he would be extremely happy.
, but, she doesn’t want her to sleep with anyone among the silver leaves.
So, what should we do?
Guessing that this man's words should be officially finished, Zhenliang raised her right foot again and prepared to step out of the threshold, but Nangong Lie said again, "Concubine Liang, there is no need to turn off the lights tonight."
Zhenliang's legs and feet trembled, and he almost stepped on the air and fell out. Fortunately, he was able to hold on to the door frame with both hands.
Then, after gritting his teeth, Zhenliang still turned around in disbelief, looked at Nangong Lie with a cold face and said, "Your Majesty, what did you just say? Could you please say it again?"
Nangong Lie lowered his head to deal with the memorial in his hand, and repeated with a rare good temper, "When I go to bed tonight, the lamp must be lit. You can see me and talk to me. This is an amnesty."
This was a supplement, not a retelling at all. Zhenliang felt as if his head was hit by the door frame above him, making a buzzing sound.
From being strictly forbidden to turn off lights to having to light them up, from being silent to being able to speak, from not being able to see each other to being able to see each other, this is a huge change.
Is this grace and pardon? To her, it's definitely not. It's like shocking news.
If he can't turn off the lights tonight and can speak again, with his intelligence, even if Yinye can disguise himself as her and imitate her voice, he may not be able to deceive his eyes and feelings.
The more she thought about it, the more terrifying she felt. Zhenliang couldn't help but feel weak all over. At this moment, each of her feet was only halfway standing on the threshold, and she could only fall down unfortunately.
This fall...even if she was wearing a mask, her face would probably be even more damaged after the fall.
When the guard guarding the door saw this, he immediately rushed over and said, "Concubine Liang!"
Seeing that the hands of the two were about to touch Zhenliang, Zhenqi, who had returned at some point, rushed over with a "ouch" and blocked the way of the two guards.
When the two guards saw this, they hesitated for a moment, then saw Zhenliang rushing towards Zhenqi without any hesitation.
In other words, Zhenqi was at the bottom of the list.
Although Zhenliang was thin, she still had the strength of a human being. After Zhenqi was pressed down by her for a long time, she began to move uncomfortably, as if she wanted to push Zhenliang's body to the side, and said "Ouch" in her mouth.
The ground screamed.
Zhenliang wanted to move away from Zhenqi on his own, but although the fall was not painful, he was startled by the sudden movement, and he couldn't let go of the matter of going to bed, and his whole body looked limp.
On the ground, still in shock, she crawled on Zhenqi's body stupidly, and poor Zhenqi's four legs were already kneeled down by her.
"It's so strange, I really want to cry." Zhenliang spat out weakly.
Zhenqi blinked and looked up at the sky, as if to say, "I want to cry too."
Then, while Zhenliang worked hard to get off Zhenqi, he murmured softly, "Zhenqi, I'm sorry, I hurt you. Don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame the emperor. He was the one who stimulated me."
After Zhenqi successfully broke free from Zhenliang's body, as if he understood her words, he barked viciously at the tall figure who was slowly walking out of the study room, as if he was accusing him.
He bullied Zhenliang, thus causing it to suffer.
Just as Zhenliang was about to stand up from her kneeling position, Nangong Lie had already stepped out of the threshold. Ignoring Zhenqi's hostility, he leaned over and picked her up neatly. Before Zhenliang could scream, he was already moving forward.
Go.
"Concubine Liang is frightened. I will take you to eat something good."
This man... what is this?
For a moment, Zhenliang forgot to scream and struggle, and could only let him hold her, while her head kept buzzing. His words that asked her to turn on the light to sleep had already hit her deeply. At this moment,
Even if there was freshly baked sour plum duck placed in front of her, she would not want to taste it.
I have to admit that many times, mood can indeed determine a person's appetite.
On the way to the Poetry and Wine Garden, Nangong Lie held Zhenliang in his arms while walking without squinting, as if he didn't see the surprised eyes of the passing servants. Eunuch Jiao who followed behind was in a very good mood, but his face was full of confusion.
Darkly, he kept waving his hands at the slaves who had their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open, gesturing for them to get away quickly.
In fact, we can't blame those slaves for making such a fuss. Since Nangong Lie ascended the throne, although there has never been a shortage of women in the harem, he would only go to the queen's or concubines' bedrooms to let them stay in bed in the dead of night. During the day,
He doesn't want to get close to anyone, not to mention cuddling or even touching him. Of course, there are also women who take the initiative to get close to him in broad daylight. If he offends him, the result will be, at worst, not sleeping with each other for a long time.
Throw it directly into the cold palace.
But today, the ugly girl in the emperor's arms, who had surprised them more than once, was actually held in his arms by the emperor! Although the emperor's cold and handsome face showed no expression of happiness or pampering, they just felt that the emperor himself
He was not good at expressing his joy, so even though he doted on Concubine Liang to the utmost, there was no way he could show it to mere slaves like them.
The Poetry and Wine Garden was used for large and small banquets in the palace. The venue is large enough and the setting is extremely complete. It is divided into the East Garden and the West Garden, the East Garden is small and the West Garden is large. The West Garden is used for large banquets, while the East Garden is exclusively used by Nangong Lie.
Nangong Lie only occasionally used it when talking to some very close ministers and secret guards, and usually did not come to the Shijiu Garden to have a meal alone.
Both the East Garden and the West Garden have venues for impromptu cooking performances, because when the palace sometimes holds large banquets, it will also invite some famous chefs from outside the palace to cook delicious food for everyone.
When Nangong Lie walked into the West Garden, Zhenliang took a sniff and smelled a familiar fragrance. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the smell.
Although the fragrance was much stronger, she still recognized it. It should be the fragrance of pickled plum duck, and this authentic fragrance was definitely not the fragrance brought in from outside the palace for a long time, but more like the original flavor.
Born from here...
Nangong Lie placed Zhenliang on the chair in front of the dining table, sat down next to her, and looked towards the place where the fragrance came from.
Zhenliang was so shocked that he was dumbfounded. Standing in front of the chopping board more than twenty steps away from the two of them, there was a young man in white with long flowing hair and a cold and arrogant temperament. At this moment, he was cutting with a kitchen knife with his head lowered.
The ingredients on the chopping board and the pot with a tight lid on the side are steaming hot, and the aroma comes from inside.
Because of the man's handsome appearance and outstanding temperament, the vulgar objects in his hands seemed to have been purified of their souls by him and became noble and refined.
Even though he didn't see the Sour Plum Duck with his own eyes, Zhenliang was already sure that what was boiling in the pot was the well-known Sour Plum Duck, and the man in white was the legendary kidnapped cook - Ya Seer.