In the huge Beigong, the silence is a bit eerie.
Xuanqing sat on the desk, holding the memorial in both hands, but he didn't move it for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this moment, a graceful beauty walked in slowly.
She is wearing a brocade coat and skirt, with a foundation embroidery of a magpie climbing plum blossoms on the top, a fragrant garcinia thread to pinch teeth, and a large rolled shirt skirt with red brocade of the same color underneath, making her walk graceful.
When she came to Xuanqing, she bowed to him shyly and timidly, "Concubine, pay homage to the Lord, may the Lord be blessed."
The sudden sound woke Xuan Qing. He came back to his senses and looked at the woman in front of him, "Why are you here?"
Looking at the guarded look on his brows, Yun Jin stepped forward slowly and said, "I heard that Your Majesty has a bad appetite these days and has not used much food. I was afraid that you would be tired and hurt your health, so I specially stewed this nourishing pigeon soup. I hope the Lord
Take care of your dragon body."
The Yun Jin in front of me has a gentle voice, and her brows are all obedient, delicate and dignified.
I don’t know why, but I always feel like something is missing.
Xuanqing suddenly fell into a trance when his eyes fell on the pigeon soup on the desk.
In the past, when he was in the palace of Prince Chu Xiang, the servants there would often bring him this soup, saying that the prince had ordered it to replenish his body because he was weak.
But I don’t know where it started, but Yin Luzhu suddenly changed.
She no longer stepped into his yard when she had nothing to do, nor did she let her servants bring her nutritious meals, nor did she give him the antiques, calligraphy and paintings that she usually liked. She acted perfunctorily like a stranger.
Even later, he was regarded as an enemy and bullied and used at every turn.
Thinking of the past, a cold smile appeared on Xuanqing's lips.
He threw the spoon in his hand heavily back into the bowl.
She, Yin Luzhu, has only used herself from beginning to end, and she has deceived her again and again!
Yun Jin was startled by his action and quickly knelt on the ground, "Please forgive me, Lord."
Looking at Yun Jin who was kneeling on the ground, Xuanqing felt even more annoyed, "What's wrong with you?"
Yun Jin knelt on the ground uneasily, thinking about it and wondering why a good person suddenly became angry?
"Yunjin must have angered the Lord. Yunjin is stupid. I hope the Lord will make it clear."
Xuanqing waved his hand irritably, "It has nothing to do with you, go ahead."
Yun Jin didn't dare to stay any longer. He bowed hastily and left quickly.
After walking out of Wan'an Hall, Yun Jin breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was the daughter of the prime minister, she was a commoner and was not favored.
This new emperor used thunderous means to slaughter the bloodline of the Northern Kingdom. He was so cruel that no one dared to disobey him.
When he first ascended the throne, he expected to enrich his harem, but everyone knew that the monarch already had a candidate for the throne in mind, and she was Princess Wangyue, who was far away in Dayin.
My sister-in-law has always been proud. If she enters the palace, she will naturally become the queen. If she has to be inferior, she would rather not.
The aunt's mother was also afraid that her life would be wasted if her aunt entered the palace as a concubine, so she cried to her father. In the end, the hard work of marrying into the palace fell on her, a little concubine.
But I thought that as long as I served with my heart, I would be able to live well and have an easier time living the days of never seeing the light of day in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
But every time I see the Lord, I am still afraid and panicked, fearing that he will die if he is displeased.
Taking a deep breath, Yun Jin walked towards his bedroom, his face extremely pale.
……
In Wan'an Hall, Xuanqing stared at the pigeon soup in front of him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Has she spoken?"
