"How come the emperor has time to come to this concubine?" Si Ningchi looked at the empty bowl Zhao Zongheng put down, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why, is there nothing wrong with Concubine Xian?"
"..." Zhao Zongheng silently raised his eyes and glanced at Si Ningchi, and said slowly: "Concubine Rong met Concubine Xian before she died."
Si Ningchi raised her eyebrows when she heard this. She really guessed it right.
Zhao Zongheng sat down on the soft couch with an expression as if he had made a great contribution, leaning on the cushions and said with a warm expression: "I just don't know what Concubine Xian and Concubine Rong just said when they met."
He has been trying to find out some news in Concubine Xian's palace these days, but unfortunately he failed.
Concubine Xian was meticulous in her words and deeds, and now she was the hero who saved the emperor. In order to save the emperor from being injured and lying in bed, Zhao Zongheng asked clever questions but was unable to get anything out of Concubine Xian.
Concubine Xian very generously admitted that she had met Concubine Rong, but she still looked sad, angry and regretful. She said that she only persuaded Concubine Rong to take good care of her body and just said a few caring words. If she could have detected that Concubine Rong had the intention to kill the king at that time,
, then things like this won’t happen.
When Zhao Zongheng asked Wang Chengxiang to secretly trap the maids and eunuchs around Concubine Xian, what he asked was no different from what Concubine Xian said.
"So the reason why the emperor has been so diligent in approaching Concubine Xian these past few days is for this matter?" Si Ningchi was a little stunned, looking at Zhao Zongheng who nodded slowly and fell silent.
"What's wrong, the queen misses me?" Zhao Zongheng raised his eyes and looked at Si Ningchi: "Then why don't you send someone to ask."
"What are you asking?" Si Ningchi didn't know why.
"Ask me about my whereabouts."
"..."
Si Ningchi looked at Zhao Zongheng a little strangely, as if asking are you okay?
Doesn’t everyone say that this is what the emperor hates the most? You can even know the emperor’s whereabouts clearly. How capable you are. Aren’t you looking for death?
Si Ningchi looked at Zhao Zongheng with a slight suspicion that Zhao Zongheng had already moved his heart to kill her.
It shouldn’t be...
"You don't care about me at all." Zhao Zongheng's eyes became more and more resentful, and the look he looked at Si Ningchi contained a hint of accusation.
"Since the Emperor is taking care of the Concubine Xian, how can I be disturbed by this concubine..." Si Ningchi felt his scalp numb at Zhao Zongheng's eyes, and silently moved back and whispered.
"If you go and invite me, I will definitely come." Zhao Zongheng continued to stare at Si Ningchi, his words were so serious.
Si Ningchi: "..."
After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Zongheng took the initiative to come to Fengwu Palace every time. Si Ningchi has never invited the emperor once.
I don’t know how many of the concubines in the palace tried their best to invite the emperor. One of them is sick today and the other is not feeling well tomorrow. Even Zhao Zongheng was invited away several times in Fengwu Palace, but Si Ningchi never
This has never happened before.
"I am afraid that the emperor will find me troublesome." Si Ningchi coughed lightly and said.
"If you don't try it, how will you know whether I like it or not."
"..."
Si Ningchi looked at Zhao Zongheng in a funny way, and finally curled his lips and said, "Yes, can I, my concubine, be a little more presumptuous?"
Zhao Zongheng finally nodded with satisfaction, stood up and said, "I'm leaving. I'll come back later."
After walking half a circle to Fengwu Palace, he ate half a bowl of sesame glutinous rice dumplings, which were the leftovers from the queen's meal. I don't know what he was trying to do.
"Why can't you see it at all, my empress?" Suyun looked at Si Ningchi helplessly and said with a smile: "The emperor misses you and has come here to have a look."
"For someone who is in the palace and can be seen just by looking up, what can you think about in a few days?" Si Ningchi was confused and firmly believed that Zhao Zongheng was just greedy.
"This servant knows that your Majesty has learned this recipe, and the food here is indeed fresh." Suyun bent down to pour tea for Si Ningchi and said with a smile: "But don't forget, what is the status of the Emperor?"
"The imperial dining room has a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas. Is our Fengwu Palace worthy of the emperor's continuous visits?"
"Your Majesty, what the Emperor pictures is not the fresh dishes, but you, Your Majesty."
Si Ningchi raised his eyes and glanced at Su Yun after listening to Su Yun's words, and suddenly thought of what Zhao Zongheng said himself that day in the Hehuan Hall.
Is his affection a whim, or...
There was an urgent report of heavy snow blocking roads in Jiangbei. After this delay, Zhao Zongheng returned to Fengwu Palace late at night. The weather in Beijing was getting colder, but it had been snowing in Jiangbei for several months. The location was remote and close to the Bohai Sea border. Most of them were places of exile, and the climate was the worst. Heavy snow blocked the roads and the exiled criminals could not be delivered on time. Something happened on the road. Someone took advantage of the chaos and escaped and injured the officers and soldiers. The report was presented to the emperor. It was very late when Zhao Zongheng finished handling the matter. When he entered Fengwu Palace, he saw Si Ningchi sitting by the bed, holding a soft ruler in his hand and wrapping his waist around his waist to measure. Zhao Zongheng walked in and looked at
I was a little stunned.
"Your Majesty." Si Ningchi turned to look at Zhao Zongheng and silently hid the ruler behind him.
"What are you doing?" There was a hint of smile in Zhao Zongheng's eyes. He walked forward and grabbed the soft ruler she wanted to hide. He lowered his eyes and asked, "Make new clothes? Why not let the Clothing Bureau
The palace people measure the body."
"No." Si Ningchi reached out to snatch the soft ruler back and whispered: "I just feel that I have been eating well recently and seem to be a little fat. I just want to measure the circumference of my waist and legs."
"I'll help you measure it."
Zhao Zongheng tightened the ruler in his hand to prevent Si Ningchi from snatching it back. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't move."
Just when Si Ningchi was about to refuse, Zhao Zongheng put his arms around her waist, pulled the soft ruler in his hand, and passed it around her waist. Si Ningchi quickly inhaled.
Zhao Zongheng smiled when he saw Si Ningchi's appearance. He sat behind Si Ningchi and tugged on the ruler in his hand, saying, "If you want to see your waistline, why should the queen breathe?"
"I didn't." Si Ningchi held his breath and refused to let go.
"Ha..." Zhao Zongheng raised his lips and smiled, tightening the soft ruler in his hand, and his eyes darkened as he looked at the slender waist that was completely restrained by the soft ruler.
This waist is so thin.
He lowered his eyes and looked at it, then stretched out his hand to touch Si Ningchi's waist. He was so shocked that Si Ningchi's suffocated breath was released and he turned around to avoid it.
Zhao Zongheng reached forward and pulled Si Ningchi into his arms.
Looking down at the woman lying in his arms, Zhao Zongheng's heart beat wildly again, and he suddenly felt a little thirsty. He stared at Si Ningchi for a long time, then he bent down and leaned closer, gently using his thumb.
Brushing Si Ningchi's chin, he whispered in a hoarse tone: "Can I kiss you?"
Si Ningchi was shocked. When did this dog emperor become so reserved?
Do you want to ask first?
The next second I heard Zhao Zongheng say: "The kind that sticks out your tongue."