Yang Lihua felt Feng Xiaolian's gaze and frowned slightly. She originally wanted to say something, but she paused in the end.
Feng Xiaolian pitied her, which made her feel very surprised. Logically speaking, it was Feng Xiaolian who should be pitied. He was tossed around on several emperor's couches and was treated as a plaything. Although it was as precious as a treasure, it really needed to be discarded.
Flowers don’t frown either.
Such a life is unimaginable for Yang Lihua, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. So when it comes to being pitiful, it always feels like the positions of the two people here are reversed.
But Yang Lihua didn't know that Feng Xiaolian was used to this kind of life. For her, while she still had some beauty, she could seduce the king and have no worries about food and drink. Moreover, no matter whether Yuwen's love was sincere or not, she could seduce the king.
The pretense is there after all, so Feng Xiaolian does not feel that her fate is ill-fated, and is even content with it.
Everyone has their own requirements for destiny. Feng Xiaolian has experienced a lot of twists and turns, and naturally thinks that what she is seeing is good. She is content to be a vase. Yang Lihua is just the opposite, so they envy each other and pity each other.
.
Sometimes life is just so "interesting".
"Have you eaten?" Yang Lihua asked after a long time.
"Never." Feng Xiaolian whispered.
"Get up and have dinner with me." Yang Lihua's voice was very calm.
Feng Xiaolian glanced at her subconsciously.
Not to mention anything else, she had to admit that the queen in front of her was tolerable enough.
It is said that the person in Chen State in the south was almost the same as Yang Lihua. There was Shen Wuhua in the south and Yang Lihua in the north. The south and the north also complemented each other.
Thinking of this, Feng Xiaolian couldn't help but laugh softly.
And Yang Lihua noticed her laughter. How could she not hear the sarcasm in the laughter?
But she still didn't say anything.
Sitting in this position, she has long been able to endure what ordinary people cannot endure. Feng Xiaolian is just a chess piece. To her, it doesn't matter what the chess piece is thinking. In the face of absolute power, let her do it.
What does it have to do with how she planned it?
But thinking of this, Yang Lihua felt uncomfortable in her heart. Even Feng Xiaolian could make some contributions, but she had to rely on servants like Feng Xiaolian to obtain information. The problem was that the information was still ambiguous. Yang Lihua
I didn't even dare to tell my father, for fear that it would affect my father's judgment.
I am really incompetent.
Because the entire Zhongli garrison was busy with spring plowing, Li Xingchen did not make a high-profile inspection of the military camp this time.
Of course, part of the reason for this is that there has just been a glimmer of peace between the north and the south. Li Xingchen coming here to encourage the troops will definitely frighten Yu Wenxian and Wang Gui in the north. When the time comes, the two sides will be at war with each other along the Huaihe River.
Oh no.
The current situation of the Han Dynasty is best described as "strong on the outside but cadre on the inside". It seems to be a vast area, but in fact everyone knows that it is thankful to be able to concentrate on dealing with Yang Jian in Guanzhong.
The policy has just been implemented and it has become a mess, let alone cleaning it up to deal with outsiders.
Therefore, neither Yu Wenxian nor Li Xingchen actually expects a war to break out between the two sides. This is one of the reasons why although Li Xingchen sings a high-pitched voice internally, he still has to keep a low profile outside. Although the big man has to be ready to help at any time.
Make preparations, but at least not do it now.
In addition, the weather in Huainan today is not very good. The gloomy sky outside announces that a spring rain may come at any time. The spring rain is as expensive as oil, and everyone is waiting eagerly, but because they are worried that the roads will be muddy due to the rain. It was difficult to travel, and the rivers were likely to rise. For safety reasons, Li Xingchen was unable to return to Guangling.
Therefore, he finally took a break from his busy schedule and was able to have a free day after days of boating. Tomorrow he should sail south and return to Jiankang Mansion.
The stove was burning hot, and Li Xingchen sat on the bed, turning over the memorials casually, and said proudly: "I have finally finished reviewing these memorials."
Shen Wuhua brought over the cut fruit and couldn't help but complain in her heart. This was supposed to be a memorial that had been reviewed in Guangling. My husband has been working hard at foreign work to this day. It's not because he is diligent, but just because he has more time. That’s all.
After all, the number of memorials Li Xingchen brought with him this time was limited, and his travel time was calculated as returning to Jiankang Mansion after participating in the spring plowing ceremony. Who would have thought that he would suddenly run to the northern front line and circle around , this is also a credit to the fact that this time Jian Chong came in a light chariot without any ministers around him, and those young officials who accompanied him were all hot-headed types. Li Xingchen cheered and said that these guys "won food and followed them".
If he were an old minister in the court and was said to be King Gu Ye and others, even Shen Jungao and the others would have to try their best to stop His Majesty.
Now that Li Xingchen had gone around a few more times, the memorials he had corrected were still the same. If the ministers in the court heard Li Xingchen boasting like this, they would probably faint from anger.
"Come on, come up and sit down," Li Xingchen said with a smile, "There's nothing to clean up, I see you're so busy."
Shen Wuhua said helplessly: "I'm leaving tomorrow, and I always have to pack the things I need to take with me."
"You, the mistress, have to do it yourself, so what do you want their servants to do?" Li Xingchen said, hugging Shen Wuhua's waist, "If I tire my beloved again, then I can't It will hurt."
Shen Wuhua felt sweet in her heart, but the long-term etiquette education still prevented her from having any respect for Li Xingchen, so she just leaned against the bed.
"Come in quickly?" Li Xingchen opened the quilt.
"Concubine" Shen Wuhua subconsciously glanced out the window.
Anyway, it's daytime now, and there are many servants outside busy packing things.
And Li Xingchen said impatiently: "It's really a long time."
With that said, he leaned down and reached out to help Shen Wuhua take off his boots and footwear. Shen Wuhua wanted to say something else, but Li Xingchen took a look at it and could only let him do it obediently.
After taking off her shoes and socks, Li Xingchen simply stretched out her hand to unbutton her clothes: "It's so warm in this bed, why are you wearing so many clothes? Moreover, you've been touched outside. You don't mind being dirty, but I still hate it. "
Shen Wuhua had never been served like this by a man, and the majestic emperor actually laughed and scolded her while helping her undress and take off her belt, which made her feel a little dazed for a moment.
Maybe this is what ordinary people call boudoir happiness.