"Miss has liked sweet food these two days, and she has to eat several plates of snacks every day. Now, the kitchen master just made this date paste yam cake, so I brought it to the lady. The date paste is sweet.
The yam has a bitter taste, and the lady will not feel sweet after taking it."
Her words were clearly for Feng Zheliang to listen to. He has not been by the lady's side these two days, so he must have wanted to know the lady's current situation.
In fact, even if Qing'er doesn't say it, Feng Zheliang is still familiar with Shangguan Hui's situation. The ghost will return to the palace to report every one or two hours. From the big ones, she is in a good mood, from the smallest ones.
What I did and ate during this period would tell him everything I did.
Qing'er put down the tea and left the house with awareness, not forgetting to close the door. She had done everything she should do, but she was helping the emperor with the danger of being scolded by the lady. Let's see what the rest
His is done.
In the room, Shangguan Hui sat on the wide soft couch, with a leisurely and lazy posture. She was holding the book in her hand, and although her eyes seemed to be staring at the words on it, she was probably the only one who could see it in her mind.
clear.
"Oh, I've never eaten anything since I've eaten breakfast. Now I'm really hungry."
Feng Zheliang sat down on the other side of the low table. I don’t know if these words sounded pitiful to her or murmursed to herself. I picked up a piece of dessert that Qing'er had just brought, which was the one called Zao Ni Yam Cake.
It is a sweet taste, which is naturally a great enjoyment for those who like to eat desserts. However, this sweet little snack tastes boring.
He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the rain-hou Longjing that people specially cooked for his arrival. The tea tasted bitter and just diluted the sweet taste in his mouth that made him uncomfortable.
Just as he was drinking tea, Shangguan Hui glanced at him without a trace. Although she just looked at him lightly, when she saw the unpredictable fatigue on his face, Xiuya's eyebrows frowned lightly.
Have he been busy sorting out the things in the palace these two days and hasn't had a good rest? Look at the moment, which made her even wonder if he had a little time to go to bed.
Seeing him put down the teacup, Shangguan Hui hurriedly withdrew her gaze and hid the heartache that spread out from her eyes deep in her eyes.
I thought I was unaware of it, but I never thought that her little move had been included in his deep but tender ink pupils. Looking at her cold and peaceful face, he did not speak anxiously to explain anything, but instead
Enjoy such a quiet and peaceful moment very much.
Time is quiet, even if he just looks at her quietly, it makes him feel infinitely satisfied, and even begging in his heart that time would be fine if it could be frozen at this moment...
As a result, Feng Zheliang said nothing and sat quietly with Shangguan Hui for nearly an hour. During this hour, she was reading books, and he was reading her.
"Emperor~"
A soft call from outside the door broke this happy and warm moment.
"What's up?"
As soon as the cold and heartless inquiry sounded in the room, the ghost standing outside the door suddenly felt a chill and shivered frequently.
Huh, it's so cold...
He is sad! If he can, he is unwilling to disturb the time when his master and his wife and children reunite. But the problem is that his master's current identity is not just the husband of the mistress, but the father of the future young master, he is also the emperor of this heavenly dynasty.
When facing the emperor, the burden on his body is naturally much heavier than before.
"Come in the palace to report, Lord Lu, Lord Xu, Lord Chen has important matters together!"