Half an hour later, the felt curtain of the door of the warm room was lifted from the inside, and Gao Jun's tall figure slowly walked out with his coat.

Feng Bao had long been kneeling on the ground to apologize.

Zhu Jing didn't look at him, but just said indifferently: "Take the person over."

Soon, the palace maid who had her mouth stuffed was dragged up.

This palace maid was so proud and arrogant when she came. At this moment, she was so sensation all over and tears flowed. If there weren't a palace maid holding her arms on both sides, she would have been so scared that she would have collapsed to the ground.

"Is Lan Zhaoyi sick?"

A deep and powerful voice sounded from top to bottom. When the palace maid heard the sound, she nodded in a hurry, and a glimmer of hope appeared on her embarrassed face.

Zhu Jing said: "Let her say it."

The palace maid who was escorting her immediately took away the cloth from her mouth.

"Saint...Master! Empress Lan Zhaoyi was so sick that she was unconscious. She was still chanting the Lord on her sick bed. I saw that the Empress was so sad that I came to Changxin Palace to disturb her... I was so angry that I should die of any crime, but Empress was so sick!"

In order to alleviate his sin of disturbing the sage, the palace maid didn't care about anything at this moment and kept exaggerating Lan Zhaoyi's "illness".

Zhu Jing didn't say whether he believed it or not, and asked her an irrelevant sentence: "How many years have you been in the palace?"

She was waiting for the emperor to respond in panic, but suddenly heard the emperor's condescending questions about her, but she was stunned for a moment. Then, her face changed and she immediately became at a loss.

After realizing it, she realized that she was crying and embarrassed at this moment, and lowered her head in panic and felt extremely upset.

"I... I have been in the palace for more than a year. It was May of the 14th year of Yuanping. She said tremblingly. Seeing that the emperor did not interrupt, she seemed to be listening patiently, her eyes were filled with excitement, and her voice became much more gentle: "I was the first of all the palace maids of Yonghe Palace. Later, when Master Lan entered the palace, I was arranged to serve Master Lan. Because I was loyal, I was quickly promoted to the great palace maid."

Unlike her excitement, Feng Bao, who had been kneeling beside him, had already held his breath and did not even dare to make a sound of breathing.

Zhu Jing did not interrupt her and kept waiting for her to finish speaking.

"I have been in the palace for more than a year, so I should understand some of the rules." He nodded, "I think I know what the crime of deceiving the emperor."

Perhaps it was the servant who was the master, and Lan Zhaoyi's great palace maid was not a shrewd and wise person.

The murderous intent in this sentence was about to come to her face, but she opened her mouth and still looked confused.

What's even more ridiculous is that at this time she still wanted to show off in front of the Holy One, and she said softly and wanted to continue to answer the Holy One's question.

"I heard from my father-in-law in the 12th Prison..."

Zhu Jing waved his hand: "Drag it out, just stick..."

"Madam, get some water in."

Qingwan's voice came from the warm chalet unexpectedly.

Zhu Jing paused for a moment, and he looked in the direction of the warm pavilion with a slightly sideways. After a moment, he gave a plain command: "Twenty rods."

The palace ladies on both sides stuffed the palace maid again and dragged her out in horror.

"Transfer the order." Zhu Jing closed his collar, but his voice disappeared: "Lan Zhaoyi was a fraud and was deceived, and he was not forgiven for his crimes. He was punished lightly. Zhaoyi was demoted to a beauty and was confined to three months, and closed the palace to reflect on himself."

After speaking, he turned around and picked up the curtain and entered the warm room again.

Madam Yu came with a basin and wanted to enter, but was stopped by Feng Bao, who was kneeling.

"Madam, just let me pity our family once, don't make things difficult for us."

Feng Bao smiled bitterly and whispered to ask for the truth, "The emperor's anger is not going well now."

Madam Yu was anxious: "But the Empress just ordered the old slave to go in and serve him."

"Madam." Feng Bao signaled in a vague direction to the warm pavilion, "You are going in now, which is also a embarrassment to the imperial concubine."

Madam Yu grabbed the edge of the basin, but did not insist on entering.

"Master, what's wrong with it outside?"

Wen Yin sat up in her clothes, lifted her black hair behind her back, and then stepped on her sleeping shoes to the ground.

Zhu Jing came over a few steps and said sparsely: "It's just a small matter, it's not worth worrying about you."

Wen Yin then stopped asking. Just as she got up, her shoulders suddenly sank and she was pressed back to the couch by someone pressing her shoulders back.

She raised her eyes in surprise and saw him looking down at her from a high point, and her bottomless deep eyes were looking at her darkly.

"The Lord..."

Zhu Jing's eyes moved from top to bottom, and the dark eyes moved from under her red lips, floating on the ambiguous red marks on the side of her white and slender neck. They were traces of kissing him on the bed.

"Master, it's time to wash up and place it."

Wen Yin seemed to have not noticed his pointing gaze, and naturally turned his collar upwards, and still smiled gently.

"It's still early, no hurry."

He spoke gently but low and lingeringly. As he said, he pressed her back with a little force, and his hands stroked her legs downwards, taking off her soft satin sleeping shoes.

"Master!"

Wen Yin didn't expect that he would come again.

Over the years, he has come back once every time. This is a delicate balance between them and has never been broken. But what happened to him today?

Even though she was rational, she couldn't help but feel a sudden sudden feeling in her heart and couldn't help but struggle.

"The Lord must not do this!"

Zhu Jing stopped. He held her side and looked at her condescendingly.

"Imperial Concubine, what's wrong with the inner curtain?"

Wen Yin strongly calmed down and advised him softly: "Master, indulge in the body and do not indulge too much."

Zhu Jing looked at her calmly, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up a curve that looked like a smile.

"What if I have to?"

The candlelight in the room was swaying, and the slightly drunk light made his face turn light and dark.

Wen Yin trembled her lips. At this moment, she couldn't tell whether he was tempted or seriously determined to break the delicate balance between them.

"Then I can only apologize." After a moment of silence, she pushed his shoulders outwards with her palms.

The force was not strong, but he still moved his body backwards and untie the shackles he had just given her.

Wen Yin knelt on the couch with her hair and drooped her face: "I must not follow me. I have been educated by the "Four Books of Women" since I was a child. I know that women should be clean and love themselves, not be swearing, and not indulge in joy. I am highly loved by the emperor and promoted me to be a noble concubine. Since I am a high-ranking concubine in the harem, I must also establish myself and take things into consideration. How can I sit down and see the emperor indulge in it and let it go? That is what the traitorous concubine does, and I must not dare to do this."

The room became silent, and the crackling sound of the burning palace lanterns was instantly clear.

He looked at the woman kneeling on the couch and apologized with picturesque eyebrows and beautiful eyes. She was clearly close to her, but she always seemed to be far away in the sky.

He looked at her quietly, and a chuckled suddenly in his throat.

"Concubine, are you making me laugh." He said with a smile, and suddenly asked seriously: "By the way, which four books are there in the "Four Women's Books"?"

Wen Yin's eyes were slightly stagnant, and her eyelashes fell down.

The smile on Zhu Jing's face faded inch.

He suddenly stretched out two fingers to pinch her chin and raised it.

"Do you know that no one in the harem of the previous dynasty dares to suppress me with his ancestors, except you. Concubine, are you going to take over your father's unfinished career?"

The force on her chin was very strong, and she took a pain and looked up at him with difficulty.

"The Lord..."

"You'd better not say anything more."

He interrupted her defense directly.

His fingertips were rubbing the tender skin lightly and heavily. He looked at her seemingly soft appearance, and his eyes were dark and dull.

She has always had a face in front of others and a face in front of him.

It has been six years since he tolerated and accommodated, but she never seemed to appreciate it.

"Concubine, do you really regard me as your man?"

Wen Yin looked at him with trembling eyes: "The Lord's words are tantamount to killing his heart."

Zhu Jing looked at her sad eyes and sighed: "This is not like something you can say."

This must be said, he stayed at the bed and left without even wearing a crane cloak.

Wen Yin called him twice behind him, but he seemed to have never heard of it.

Feng Bao exclaimed outside and then quickly accused the emperor inside through the felt curtain, then opened the curtain and lowered his back, took the crane cloak and hurriedly left the warm pavilion to chase the emperor who was walking away.

When Feng Bao, who was kneeling with his legs, limped and finally chased after the person. At this moment, Zhu Jing stopped at the entrance of the hall.

"I passed the order, Lan Zhaoyi's words and deeds were unruly, and she deceived the emperor and was demoted to the elected servant, and was suspended for half a year."

Feng Baoying went out.

Zhu Jing turned his head to look at him, and Feng Bao knelt down again with a thud.

"Slaves are incompetent, so go and receive punishment."

"Let's talk about it when you go back."
To be continued...