As the day to return to the palace approaches, Fu Ronghua's wounds have also scabbed over. Due to the ointment, the wounds are not obvious and only have some faint powder.

Ruixue put away the ointment and said, "Master, after using it for a few days, the scar will disappear."

Fu Ronghua rubbed his wrist and said, "What your Majesty rewards is naturally good."

She got up and came to the entrance of the palace, "Today's lunch will be lighter."

"This slave knows." Ruixue followed behind her.

Seeing her happy expression, Fu Ronghua couldn't help but ask, "I'm so happy today."

Ruixue couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, "I feel happy when I think about returning to the palace."

Fu Ronghua walked to the courtyard and said, "I am so happy when I return to the palace."

Ruixue replied softly, "No matter how nice it is here, it's still not as comfortable as our palace."

"That's right." Fu Ronghua chuckled.

Qinghe came from afar, holding lotus flowers in her arms, "Master, look at the lotus flowers picked by this slave."

Fu Ronghua took one and said, "Where did you pick it?"

"Behind our waterside pavilion, there is a small lake, and the slave picked it there." Qinghe took out one and smelled it, "It's delicious."

Fu Ronghua played with the lotus and said, "Put it in the temple to add some color."

"My slave, go now." Qing He saluted and stepped back briskly.

"This girl is still so lively." Fu Ronghua smiled and shook his head.

Rui Xue couldn't help but laugh, "Qing He has a lively temperament and is restless. She used to pick all the flowers in the palace."

Qingliu came from the corner and said, "Master, Your Majesty is here."

Fu Ronghua was a little surprised, "I'll be there right away."

As soon as he walked into the hall, he saw Emperor Xuan Zhao looking at a painting with his hands behind his back. The painting was the Spring Picture painted by Fu Ronghua a few days ago.

"I have met your Majesty. Your Majesty is safe." Fu Ronghua's soft and charming voice sounded.

Emperor Xuan Zhao turned around and asked, "You painted it." He helped Fu Ronghua up.

Fu Ronghua's earlobes turned red when he heard this, "Concubine, I have nothing to do but do whatever I want."

Emperor Xuan Zhao saw a shallow scar on her fair neck and asked, "Have you used the medicine?"

Unexpectedly, he suddenly changed the topic. Fu Ronghua was slightly startled, then pursed his lips and smiled, "I have used it. The imperial doctor said that after a few uses, there will be no scars."

Emperor Xuan Zhao held her hand and said, "My beloved concubine's painting skills are excellent."

He pulled Fu Ronghua to sit down and said, "Go back to the palace and make a painting for me."

Fu Ronghua was startled, "How could this happen?"

Emperor Xuanzhao held the man in his arms, "Why, I don't want to."

Fu Ronghua quickly shook his head, "How could it be? I can't get what I want, but His Majesty is noble after all, and I only dare to blaspheme the dignity of the Emperor."

Her tone was slightly panicked, her eyes were watery, and she even looked a little uneasy.

Emperor Xuan Zhao stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Why are you so delicate?"

Fu Ronghua held his hand and said in a somewhat aggrieved tone, "You are not Your Majesty."

Emperor Xuan Zhao sighed softly, "I just want to get a pair of calligraphy treasures from my beloved concubine, so I can't help but be scared."

He pinched Fu Ronghua's chin and said, "Don't worry, I don't blame you if your painting is not good."

Fu Ronghua nestled against his chest, "Then, Your Majesty, you must remember what you said today, and you cannot blame the concubines."

Emperor Xuan Zhao chuckled, "Okay, of course I won't forget it." He played with Fu Ronghua's fingers, "My Ronghua is such a delicate girl."

Fu Ronghua hummed and couldn't help but stretch out a hand to lightly hit his chest, "Your Majesty always bullies my concubine like this. I will be angry next time."
Chapter completed!