Late at night, the only sounds in the Zhaode Hall were the sound of Gu Tingfang reviewing the memorials, the smell of calligraphy and painting, and the sound of his sleeves fluttering, which sounded from time to time as Gu Tingfang turned over the sea of memorials.
At this time, Gu Tingfang's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and the pen in his hand was like the Yangtze River rushing by. The silence of Zhaode Hall was broken by his long sigh.
Suddenly, the door opened gently, and the palace maid Xue Fu walked in with a bowl of steaming white fungus soup.
When Gu Tingfang looked over, she suddenly showed a timid expression and quickly lowered her head.
Gu Tingfang followed Xue Fu's line of sight, and her thin lips lightly opened, "What's the matter?"
Xue Fu bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty, your concubine asked your servant to bring you lotus seed soup."
Gu Tingfang just glanced at it and said, "Let it go."
Zhang Jiade stepped forward and took the lotus seed soup from Xue Fu's hand. Even if he didn't say anything, he was well aware of Xue Fu's arrival.
These days, Bai Zhixi always asks Xue Fu to bring a bowl of sweet soup every night, but your Majesty has never set foot in Feng Zao Palace again.
Xue Fu stood there, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty, your concubine..."
"Let her rest early."
Before Xuefu finished speaking, Gu Tingfang's cold voice came. She paused and did not dare to say anything more, so she had to exit Zhaode Hall.
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Outside Fengzao Palace, the glazed tiles are carved with dragons and phoenixes, showing the royal bearing.
It is already late at night, and the palace people in Fengzao Palace have already entered into a quiet rest. The moonlight shines through the window lattice, and the palace is reflected with mottled shadows.
Bai Zhixi was lying quietly on the couch. She was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, with her long hair hanging behind her back, swaying in the room through the candlelight.
The huge golden nanmu fan swayed slowly, injecting a little coolness into the palace.
Seeing Xevula coming in with her head raised, Bai Zhixi knew that the Lord would not come over tonight.
It has been a long time since she became the noble concubine of the Great Yin Dynasty, but she is still in perfect shape. How ironic!
With a sigh, Bai Zhixi didn't say much, she just pulled off the palace clothes and threw them on the ground casually.
Looking at the clothes on the floor and the scattered red hairpins, Xue Fu sighed and quickly ordered someone to clean them up.
Bai Zhixi returned to the dormitory and fell weakly on the bed.
"Xue Fu, tell me, do you have me in your heart?"
Hearing this, Xue Fu nodded and said with relief, "There must be some, otherwise, your Majesty would not have made you a noble concubine."
Bai Zhixi's complexion improved a little.
Yes, it’s not that you don’t love yourself, it’s just that you are unable to do what you want.
Bai Zhixi seemed to have thought of something, and started doing it suddenly.
"Xue Fu! Do you still remember the kind of wine your father used to drink?"
Xue Fu's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly, "Remember, it seems that Madam prepared it for the general."
"It is made by adding wolfberry, dried longan, jujube and other herbs. Finally, it is made with virgin blood. Women can take it to make their skin glow, and men can take it to fight for glory." p>
Bai Zhixi looked at her, and Xue Fu smiled knowingly, "I will prepare tomorrow."
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Yin Luzhu braved the night and returned to the palace. Standing at the door of Prince Chu Xiang's palace, she stared at the house standing in front of her in trance.
She must preserve the centuries-old glory of the Chuxiang Palace and live up to those who treated her well.