Feng Bao personally brought the tested candy to the imperial concubine of Changxin Palace.

"Thank you for your hard work in this trip."

"Oh, the empress is a slave's life. This is the duty of a slave. I will never dare to be a queen."

Wen Yin stroked the exquisite locks on the mahogany box and lifted the lid a little nostalgic, revealing the candy wrapped in colorful candy paper inside.

Seeing this, Feng Bao took a tactful retreat.

"The chief supervisor waited."

Feng Bao quickly turned his body back.

Wen Yin reached into the box and took a handful of candies and handed them to him.

Feng Bao opened his eyes in shock, and was at a loss, and did not dare to answer: "This, this..."

"I rewarded it with you, and the Lord can't say anything."

Wen Yinsai gave him, and Feng Bao praised him in a panic, "This is what the young master gave you specifically. There are only so many generals, but you rewarded them to the slave. This... How can the slave be worthy of this? "

"Don't say anything bad. Who is born with a bad life?" Wen Yin stopped his actions of apologizing, "In those days outside the border, I see it all. Small things are not expensive.

But at least it is decent. If you take it and break up, you can try the sweetness of the subordinates, so that the chief supervisor can be a good person.”

Feng Bao was really moved by listening to such approachable and considerate words.

"The Empress is kind, and I am grateful to the Empress for understanding."

"Madam, go get some rewards."

"I really don't need the Empress..."

"Hold it."

Walking on the palace road back to Qinzheng Hall, Feng Bao closed the candies in his sleeves, feeling a little. Putting aside the side, the concubine of Changxin Palace treated them with good health.

He was somewhat considerate of Wu Jiang's feelings. They were like rootless slaves who were open and secretly, and they would inevitably be despised and despised. Whenever they were respected sincerely, they would inevitably remember them for a long time.

What's more, he is a person as noble as the Imperial Concubine.

After returning to Qinzheng Hall, he asked the emperor to ask the emperor for the disposal of the candy. Even if it was rewarded by the imperial concubine, it was not an ordinary reward after all, so how could he dare to take his own initiative?

Zhu Jing glanced at the small handful of candy. Although he felt that she was too honest with the servants, he still waved his hand: "Since it is her kindness, don't let it go, just do as she wants."

In the Twelve Cell Office, Xu Shiheng took a piece of fructose wrapped in orange and yellow candy paper.

"You can get another one."

Upon hearing this, Xu Shiheng took another piece of fructose with exactly the same candy paper.

Feng Bao wanted to share the golden melon seeds from Changxin Palace again, but Xu Shiheng declined this time: "It is a great gift to get this special reward, and if you get a small one, you will be afraid of losing your blessing."

Feng Bao only thought he could be a human being, so he didn't force it.

Back at the house, Xu Shiheng closed the door and quietly came to the couch to sit down.

A lamp was like a firefly, and in the beating candlelight, he slowly let go of his palm that had been holding for a long time.

Two candies lay quietly in his palm, refracting a faint fluorescence in the candlelight.

He took a piece of candy paper and the crystal fructose wrapped inside was exposed. He leaned close to his nose and smelled it lightly, and could smell the clear and sweet citrus.

The candy paper was wrapped in fructose again, and the two candies were properly placed in the cabinet mezzanine.

That night he couldn't sleep, his eyes were staring at the wooden cabinet placed in a cramped corner.

When Zhu Jing stepped on foot in Changxin Palace, he raised his eyes and saw her sitting at the table fiddling with the candy paper in her hand. When he walked closer, a piece of yellow and orange candy paper in all directions was folded into a crane on her hands.

"It turns out that the imperial concubine also has such a clever and skillful side."

When the teasing sound fell into his ears, the paper crane on Wen Yin's hand was taken away from the side. Before she could come back to her senses, she heard the person next to her laugh and asked, "What are you thinking about, this is how

Focus on God?”

"It's just a mess of past events." Wen Yin stood up with her hands on the edge of the table and said softly: "Why don't you let me spread it when you come here?"

"You don't need to pick you up, so you won't bother you."

Zhu Jing smiled, but his eyes fell on the paper crane record in his palm, and he looked around carelessly. What appeared in front of him was her dispersed spirit that was just now stroking the crane's head with her fingertips.

"Just a little craft, it's worth playing with as a priest?"

Wen Yin said, then stretched out his hand to take it.

Zhu Jing flashed over, deliberately raised his arm, raised his eyebrows and smiled at her tiptoeing to hook her.

He was tall and had long arms, so how could she get it? So after stretching his fingers and grabbing them twice, he didn't have any effort, so he simply put down his hand.

"No?" Zhu Jing looked at her cheeks that were unconsciously bulging, and her eyes were a little smile, "Then I'm going to take them away."

"It's hard for the emperor to like this little thing."

Zhu Jing put the paper crane in her sleeve in front of her, saying, "I can still like the things made by the imperial concubine himself, no matter how young I am. It's a pity that the imperial concubine has never even given a single needle or a thread in recent years.

"When I said this, he smiled urgingly, "I heard that even your servants can receive the small objects you embroidered every now and then."

Wen Yin was silent for a moment and said softly: "I have a poor craftsmanship, how dare I present it to the emperor?"

After saying that, she turned around and called the servants outside to bring water in to wash, avoiding the deep eyes he cast, which were like shadows.

Since he came back from the stuffing, this is not the first time he said something plausible to her. She could feel that he was tentatively asking for emotions from her.

In the past, he was tempted to find desires, but now he seems to be insatiable and he still wants to find love.

Faced with his more than once temptation, Wen Yin would rather he be as good as before.

This idea only lasted until he was on the bed at night. When he was forced to make a real sword on the bed, she felt that she could not even bear the urge to take it alone. Especially when he tentatively asked to change his posture

When she couldn't help but grab his arm, shook her head and declined his request.

It was her limit to letting him rush to attack him lightly and heavily. If she wanted her to crawl under him, she would never be able to bear it, but she would be afraid that she would do something abnormal when she could not stand it.

In this regard, she didn't want to, and he didn't force it. She covered her eyes when she was acting and made people unable to see emotions. But although he was accustomed to being tolerant and being good at suppressing, it did not mean that this emotion did not exist.

He is an emperor, but he is also a man after all.

When a man’s desire and love are not satisfied at the same time, it is difficult to have some grudges in his heart.

Since he did not show this emotion to her, it must have appeared elsewhere.

Just like this morning, he threw a public note on the hall and sent a joint letter on the spot. This was a joint letter requested by the queen, but the signature in front of the arrangement was the Ma He.

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Ma He was the first to be rebuked. The emperor ordered him to be demoted from the capital and demoted him to the magistrate of a small county in the northwest, and ordered him to choose a day to go out of the capital.

Ma He's face turned gray.

After the court was dispersed, Ma He became more and more angry the more he thought about it. There were so many officials who wrote the letter together, so why did he just demote him? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the emperor was narrow-minded, because when he was put on the block, he looked at the imperial concubine more.

It made him jealous, so he had an excuse to attack him.

How could he be convinced when he thought about this? He finally survived it, and was demoted from the capital again for a small matter. Besides, the northwest where the war had just settled, so the days that were not enough to be reached.

Torture him to death?

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated he became. After the court dispersed, he didn't even want to go back to the mansion, so he directly looked for a friend to drink and relieve his boredom.

Then on that day, before the sun set, a secret report was submitted to the imperial case by the Jinyiwei.

The secret report clearly listed Ma He's words of slandering the king.

Ma He has been an official for many years and is not an uncautious person, but probably this time he was too angry and frustrated, so he complained with alcohol.

"It's really unreasonable. What kind of jealousy is used to me!"

Over the years, when court officials encounter political disagreements or are consciously treated unfairly, they have complained behind their backs. However, the emperor treats this with a tolerant attitude, and will not give it to others if you pass by the eyes and ears.

Careful. After all, he is not a foolish tyrant who is often blamed, and he will not hold on to officials at any wrong pace.

But now, the man in the throne wants to have an attack.

He turned the secret stick in his hand upside down, and the face was not very good.

Ma He was very ignorant and repeatedly fought against him. In front of Daliang, he took the lead in opposing the proposal to refute the old case. Later, he was unaware of the situation and wrote a letter to the queen for his memorial, which really annoyed him.

Nowadays, you still dare to speak out loud and slander the king, and you can't understand what you mean.

As an emperor, he has his own dignity and will not admit that he is really upset about Ma He. The above two points are enough for him to attack him.

Zhu Jing pushed the secret note aside. When he took the first memorial, he said with a bad expression and followed the rules.

The Jinyiwei next to him then asked whether it was a big deal or a small deal.

"Just ask a little bit of information."

The Jinyiwei understood when he heard this. This was a little lesson and could make people relieve their anger.

Time enters the cold winter month, accompanied by the biting cold wind, snow begins to fall in the dark air.

The Changxin Palace is as warm as spring, and the warm pavilion is even more warm as a tide.

It was already dawn, and the palace people stood at the front of the door waiting.
To be continued...