Zhu Jing handled official duties in Qinzheng Hall until dawn.

At dawn, he couldn't hold himself back anymore and got up, brushed off his imperial clothes and strode out of the palace.

When he arrived at the Yangxin Hall, he had just stepped up the corridor steps when someone inside the hall came out. His steps suddenly stopped, and at that moment, he seemed to see a bright beam of light coming towards him.

"Is it so early, Your Majesty?"

The laughter that sounded like a warbler passed through his ears, and Zhu Jing felt his ears tingling for a moment.

He stared at her in a daze, but he saw her carrying a small bamboo basket covered with silk on her wrist and holding up her skirt as she walked out of the hall. When she saw him, she glanced at him and said something with a smile, and then turned around again.

He turned around and continued chatting and laughing with the people in the palace next to him.

Today, she was dressed lightly. Her satin-like black hair was only tied up with a blue tie. She seemed to have some light makeup on her face to cover the redness in her eyes after crying. However, it could not completely cover up the faint crimson color at the end of her eyes.

It's like the pink glow makeup specially applied by a woman, making the woman who has always been so beautiful and beautiful now look more charming and charming.

After entering the palace for all these years, she was so charming and beautiful now, and she looked more alive than he had ever seen her before.

Seeing that she was about to walk away from him, Zhu Jing came out of his daze, took a step to the side, and blocked her way with his tall body.

Wen Yin stopped dangerously, caressed her chest for a moment, and glanced at him, "What are you doing? You scared me."

He concealed his surprise and lowered his eyes to look at her without any trace. He thought that what he saw today would be either a sad and resentful one, or a dead and silent one, no matter what kind, but he never expected that she would be so delicate and charming at this moment.

She is so beautiful. 1

Every smile and every move was as bright and dazzling as the morning sun, as if all the ills no longer existed, including the death of Xu Shiheng, the death of Wen Yuntang, and those who forced her to enter the palace and forced her to be trapped in the palace.

It was as if all the sharp thorns between him and her had disappeared overnight, as if all the unhappiness between him and her had disappeared.

Such a change was so abnormal that he could not rest assured.

"What...are you going to do?"

"Go to the imperial garden to pick some flowers, make a floral drink, and pick some petals to make rouge." Wen Yin casually lifted the small bamboo basket on her wrist, "Isn't it boring to stay in the palace all day long? Great.

Tian'er, of course I want to go out and walk around more often."

Zhu Jing's eyes then fell on Xuerun Haowan, the delicate little basket woven into the shape of a flower, and then it fell on her face, staring between her brows, trying to find some clues.

"Get out of the way quickly, don't delay me from picking flowers."

A lot of smiles and coquettishness, and a lot of dissatisfied and coquettish ringtones came into his ears. He only felt a soft force on his chest. When he slowly lowered his eyes, he saw that it was her white and soft palms that were pushing against his chest, as if she wanted to push him.

He pushed aside the person blocking the road.

"Will you let me or not?"

Seeing that he couldn't move after pushing her, she stepped forward and bumped into him with a slight annoyance. He felt a body of fragrant and delicate body bump into him, and he was about to reach out his arms subconsciously, but she dodged it lightly.

She walked around him, lifted her skirt and walked away with light steps. Amidst the laughter, she looked back and smiled at him who was standing stunned under the eaves, and her red lips wriggled as if she said a silly word with a smile.

In the rays of the autumn sun, the green tie between her black hair fluttered. The green silk hair blew over her snowy face with the wind. She looked back and smiled sweetly, just like the breeze blowing over people in the mountains, cleansing their minds.

Her figure carrying the bamboo basket had disappeared from sight, but he still felt that the intoxicating fragrance of her body remained around him.

When Wen Yin left the Yangxin Hall, she could still feel the shadowy gaze behind her.

She naturally knew his suspicions and inquiries, this was inevitable.

She doesn't care about this, because he will eventually discover that her abnormality will not endanger his country. When he realizes this, that's when he slowly relaxes his vigilance.

Wen Yin raised her eyes to look at the rising sun in the east.

The autumn sun is still not strong enough in the end, but it doesn't matter, just take your time.

When Concubine Zhuang learned that the imperial concubine Luan was coming to Yonghe Palace, she still didn't believe it. But when she left the palace and saw the beautiful woman in the green gauze skirt coming in with a bamboo basket on her arm, she was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong? There's something on my face?"

Wen Yin stroked her cheek with the back of her hand, looked over with a smile and asked.

"No, no!" Concubine Zhuang hurried forward to say hello in a panic, her mind buzzing, "Emperor... Imperial Concubine, why are you here?"

Why did the imperial concubine come suddenly? Didn't she never enter the harem or other palaces?

How can people not be afraid when something goes wrong?

Concubine Zhuang was shocked and confused. Did someone accuse her secretly? Did the imperial concubine come to perform surgery on her this time? She couldn't help but breathe quickly after thinking like this, and her mind was frantically searching for what she had done recently, trying to recall it.

There may be something to offend the other party.

"I have nothing to do, so come here for a walk. By the way, what are you doing sitting around in the palace on such a beautiful day?"

"No, I didn't do anything!"

Concubine Zhuang's face turned pale with fright. She was afraid that the other party would misunderstand what she was doing in the palace, so she explained with trembling lips, "I was just watching the second prince eating in the palace..."

As soon as she said this, her expression suddenly changed. Could it be that the imperial concubine came here for the second prince?

The more I think about it, the more likely it is that out of all the people in the entire harem who are worthy of being dealt with by the imperial concubine, aren't those two princes the only ones left?

Concubine Zhuang was so anxious that she wished she could swear to heaven so that the imperial concubine in front of her could know what she was thinking in her heart. With a conscience of heaven and earth, although she wanted to compete with the eldest prince, she would never dare to compete with the fourth prince in the slightest.

thoughts.

"The Imperial Concubine, the Second Prince doesn't like to study. He is naturally dull and likes to play..."

"Where is Lancai's residence?"

Wen Yin interrupted her directly. When Concubine Zhuang pointed in the direction with a sigh of relief, she picked up her skirt and turned around towards the west side courtyard.

"Sister Lan, do you want to go to the Royal Garden to pick flowers?"

Concubine Zhuang gasped as she heard Qingwan's voice.

Standing at the door of the room, Lan Cairen opened his mouth in shock. Imperial Concubine, call her...Sister Lan?!

The other talented waiters in other side halls of Yonghe Palace who were watching in fear behind the door were stunned when they heard the sound. Especially when they saw the talented man Lan coming out holding the imperial concubine's arm like a wandering spirit, they seemed to have seen him.

ghost.

When Wen Yin passed by Concubine Zhuang, she greeted her kindly: "Want to go out to play together?"

Concubine Zhuang shook her head reflexively, and then hurriedly explained: "I have to take care of the second prince."

Wen Yin nodded to express her understanding, then turned to Lan Cai and said: "It's fun to go out with more people. I'm not familiar with the other sisters in the palace. Go and greet them and see if any of them are willing to go together."

Lan Cai rushed out without hesitation and soon dragged a young talent and a young waiter by force.

"Your Majesty, there are sisters I know well in other palaces. When you pass by for a while, I can call you?"

"That's good." Wen Yin gestured for her to take her arm and go out together: "From now on, call me Sister Wen."

"Sister Wen..."

Lan Cairen held her soft and fragrant arms and felt that her steps were floating.

She actually held the arm that was calling the imperial concubine, and could actually call Sister Wen to Fang?!

Her head was dizzy and she was breathing hard, her little face flushed with excitement.

Sister Wen's body smells so good and soft, and Sister Wen's voice is nice and gentle.

Sister Wen is also very beautiful, her smile is as beautiful as the moonlight, just like the fairy who lives in the fairy mountain in the fairy tale.

Along the way, Wen Yin's eyes were opened to the extent of Lan Cai's interpersonal relationships.

Little did they know that Lan Cairen, who was so excited that he didn't care if he was familiar with the palace or not, would go in and tell them when he passed any palace, and then forcefully drag out a few of them.

When the group carried the small basket to the Imperial Garden, there were already no less than ten people in the flower-picking team.

As soon as she left with the others, the six palaces on the back were in a panic, and everyone was talking about it.

Wen Yin, regardless of what others said, still led the concubines she brought out wearing flower garlands and walking among the flowers in the autumn sun. She picked flowers with them, talked and laughed, and shared making toilet drinks.

The experience of doing rouge is extended to the experience of skin care and hair care.

At this time, the Yangxin Hall was different from the Imperial Garden, with a harmonious atmosphere and laughter.

Zhu Jing had been a little absent-minded all day, and every once in a while he would look up from the memorial and ask what the imperial concubine was doing.

Feng Bao had already been watched from a distance. After hearing this, he hurriedly reported back to the empress what she was doing at this moment.

When he was doing this, he felt as if he had seen it with his own eyes, seeing the empress wearing a garland walking among the flowers. Among the concubines who were brought in with forced smiles, there were also most of the reluctant concubines in front of them.

, but later on, everyone could not help but circle around the imperial concubine.

Listen to the empress talk about how to choose rouge and makeup that suits you, how to draw eyebrows and makeup that suits your face shape, how to choose clothes that suit your skin tone and body shape, and how to match the right hairstyle.

When the empress personally combed Lan Cai's hair into a complicated and beautiful bun, they all gathered around, listened carefully to the empress' instructions, and chirped to ask questions.

He heard from the person who was following him that he didn't know what the imperial concubine said later. The enthusiasm of those ladies in picking flowers was unprecedentedly high, and they carried small bamboo baskets and spread quickly towards the garden, like little bees picking flowers.

The huge imperial garden is less than a day old, and the flowers in it are less than half visible to the naked eye.

Zhu Jing was in a daze for a while as he listened.

Then he lowered his eyes and continued to open the memorial, but found that he could not read a word.

He couldn't help but frown deeply.

At sunset, people's whispers finally sounded in the distance outside the temple.
To be continued...