Si Ningchi opened his hand, stood up and sat on the chair next to him. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Zongheng and said, "Why did the emperor come so early today?"
"There are few things ahead." Zhao Zongheng leaned on the chair, looked at Si Ningchi and said calmly: "Chaoyang, what did you say today? Why do I feel that something is abnormal?"
"Your Majesty is overthinking." Si Ningchi blinked innocently and looked at Zhao Zongheng with a smile.
"..."
Zhao Zongheng looked at Si Ningchi's smile, which was even more abnormal.
Forget it, let her do whatever she wants.
Zhao Zongheng quietly opened his eyes and whispered in a calm tone: "Chaoyang is proud, arrogant and a bit stupid, but she is my sister after all."
"I don't want to take too much care, but I can't sit back and ignore it." Zhao Zongheng looked at Si Ningchi and said, "If you have nothing to do, you can teach her more rules."
"The emperor is not afraid that I will teach the princess a bad lesson?" Si Ningchi laughed when he heard Zhao Zongheng's words. He blinked slightly and raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Not everyone can learn the rules here, my concubine."
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"Who makes me like it?" Zhao Zongheng reached out and pinched Siningchi's cheek, with a strange look in his eyes. He paused and said softly: "You haven't been to Hehuan Hall for a long time." p>
"I ordered people to renovate the soup pool in the palace. Let's go and take a look in two days?" Zhao Zongheng stared at Si Ningchi for a moment. The meaning revealed in his dark eyes was simply obvious. Si Ningchi looked at it
She curved her lips and said, "Okay."
She leaned forward and asked in his ear with a soft voice: "Is there a bed?"
However, such a simple sentence made Zhao Zongheng feel unsteady in an instant. There seemed to be a faint desire that could not be suppressed in his dark eyes. Looking at the delicate and beautiful woman in front of him, he realized that he was so excited.
The turbulence is unbearable.
Zhao Zongheng turned his head and kissed her: "Yes."
Si Ningchi laughed softly, and that laughter almost made Zhao Zongheng's heart tremble. He endured it again and again before finally getting up and going back to Xuanming Hall to handle government affairs.
Si Ningchi looked at Zhao Zongheng's retreating figure and smiled more and more cheerfully. But he really didn't expect that the majestic emperor would still care about this inexplicable sense of ritual?
After Zhao Zongheng left Si Ningchi, he suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten to tell him about Empress Dowager Cui, and she had to take the matter of choosing a son-in-law away from Empress Dowager Cui... p>
"Suyun, is the sachet that I embroidered for the emperor ready?" Si Ningchi thought for a moment and turned to Suyun to ask.
"It's just a few shots away." Suyun said quickly: "Is your Majesty anxious to get it?"
"Then slave girl, go get a needle now."
Si Ningchi responded and said: "I will go to Xuanming Hall after dinner later."
Suyun leaned over and got ready.
After dinner, Si Ningchi took a phoenix chariot and headed towards Xuanming Palace. Unexpectedly, halfway through the journey, she unexpectedly heard a tune coming from the dark garden. The faint singing immediately attracted her attention.
Attention.
Su Yongde noticed the Queen's intention with a keen eye, and quickly lowered his head and said: "I'll go take a look."
Su Yongde came back not long after he went there. He leaned over and bowed to Si Ningchi and said, "Your Majesty, the singer in the garden is from Anmei."
Si Ningchi was stunned for a while when he heard the name. He looked like he didn't know who it was. Su Yongde lowered his head and explained: "She is one of the two beauties that King Lu gave to the emperor before. Now she lives in Concubine Shu's house."
In Yuhua Palace."
"Ah..." Siningchi suddenly realized it. He looked at the garden in front of him and smiled: "It's a long way to go from Yuhua Palace."
She raised her hand to signal the sedan to stop and walked towards the garden.
She had only a vague impression of An Mei. When she entered the garden, she saw the graceful figure standing by the green forest path. Although it was the end of March, there was still a bit of chill. Looking at An Mei,
Wearing a thin shirt and silk skirt is really...
"I have seen the Queen." An Meiren looked a little panicked. When she saw that the person entering the garden was actually the Queen, her face turned pale and she hurriedly bowed her head and knelt down.
"What a beautiful song." Si Ningchi lowered his eyes and looked at the kneeling An Meiren, curled his lips and said with a smile: "What is the artistic conception of the song?"
"...Concubine, concubine sang casually, without any artistic conception." An Meiren nervously clutched her sleeves, her knees kneeling on the cold gravel road, which made her knees hurt, but she did not dare to show any expression. Si Ningchi didn't ask her to get up, he just looked at her lightly, with a smile on his lips and said lightly: "I ran here from Yuhua Palace just to sing an unknown song, but I don't know
, Anmei people are so elegant."
She waved her hand gently and said with a smile: "Since you like singing so much, then go and sing on the palace road outside."
Si Ningchi looked at her and smiled. He blinked very seriously and said, "Such a beautiful song must be heard by more people."
"Empress, I know I was wrong!" An Meiren trembled in fright and hurriedly lowered her head to apologize.
"Take her out." Si Ningchi didn't want to talk nonsense with her. He raised his hand and had her escorted out. She stood on the empty palace road.
Si Ningchi sat on the phoenix chariot again, looked at An Meiren casually and said: "Sing well and sing loudly. If I am happy when I sing, you can still live."
Just such a single sentence made An Mei's heart tremble. She couldn't say a word for a long time. She stood on the empty palace road and sang with a trembling voice. Her thin shirt and silk skirt were frozen in the night wind.
People are trembling.
Anmei didn't dare to stop, and her vibrato singing voice echoed in the palace corridor.
Si Ningchi arrived at Xuanming Hall leisurely, and Wang Chengxiang's face lit up with joy when he saw Si Ningchi's arrival and he quickly stepped forward to greet him.
In the hall, Zhao Zongheng was concentrating on reading the memorial. He frowned as he looked at the contents of the memorial. As he was picking up his pen to review, he saw Si Ningchi stepping in. Zhao Zongheng's hand holding the red pen paused.
"Your Majesty." Si Ningchi bowed and bowed.
"Why are you here? I'm a little busy today..." Zhao Zongheng lowered his head and glanced at the memorial on the desk, as if he was a little annoyed as to why there were so many things.
"I know your emperor is busy with court affairs, so I came here by myself~" Si Ningchi walked towards Zhao Zongheng, raised his hand and handed the embroidered sachet to Zhao Zongheng and said: "I sewed it with my own hands.
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"For me?" Zhao Zongheng looked happy. He looked at the dark blue sachet embroidered with golden dragon patterns. He felt that it was noble and domineering. It was custom-made for him!
Zhao Zongheng took it and looked through it, then touched the embroidered hand on it and paused.
He was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Si Ningchi and said, "Why do I feel that this embroiderer is so familiar to me..."
It seems, it seems, maybe it has been seen on the sachet that Suyun wears?
