In the spring of the 19th year of Yuanping.

In the Qinzheng Hall, Feng Bao withdrew his gaze from the direction of the drip and reminded carefully: "Master, it's time to have lunch."

Zhu Jing, who was buried in the memorial, waved his hand: "Let's go."

Feng Bao coughed lightly: "Master, the Imperial Concubine will not let you eat at random."

Zhu Jing subconsciously looked towards the palace gate. When he thought of something, he laughed. Then he put down his pen with kindness and raised his hand to signal for the meal. He turned around and cursed: "What a good slave, I will make your mother-in-law."

If you regard the words as a guide, you will dare to control me."

Feng Bao thought to himself, “You are not so willing to be restrained.” He complained in his heart, but his face was bitter, “The main slave dare not ignore the Empress. If the Empress knows that the slave dares to disobey, it will delay your meal time.

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Zhu Jing laughed for a while and had enough food to eat.

"Look, today is good. But your empress went to the Imperial Garden again?"

"No," Feng Bao replied while cooking, "It's not spring anymore. The Changle Palace under construction is about to build a water palace. The empress probably wants to see the fun, so she stays here for most of the day now.

There is Changle Palace.”

Zhu Jing thought about it and frowned: "Changle Palace has not been completed yet, and the bricks and tiles are messy, and she is not afraid of bumps."

"Don't worry, the servants below are watching carefully. Changle Palace also packed a proper road for the Queen Mother to travel early, and did not dare to let the Queen Mother take risks."

Zhu Jing's face cleared a little.

After the meal, he thought about it and felt that it was inappropriate, so he got up and took people toward the Changle Palace in a mighty way.

Wen Yin looked around the layout of Changle Palace.

This was built in the imitation of Changxin Palace, but it covers a larger area and has a more magnificent and more gorgeous and exquisite building.

She didn't stay in other places in the hall for a long time, so she asked someone to take her directly to the direction of the Water Palace.

The Water Palace is still under construction, and half of the canal is dug, but you can vaguely see the prototype after the completion. At that time, there will be water on three sides, the water waves will reflect the blue sky and white clouds, forming a world of its own.

"Empress." Nian Xia carefully wiped her face with a veil and sweated her. He probably saw that she had been looking at the water for a long time without saying anything, and she couldn't help but call out.

Wen Yin retracted her gaze and turned to look at the palace under construction.

"Nianxia, ​​do you think this newly built palace looks good?"

"It looks great, there are bigger and more beautiful plum gardens and water palaces here." Nianxia made his voice cheerful, "When it is completed, we can stock some beautiful fish of all kinds in the water, waiting for it to be

The summer is here, and the empress takes her servants to feed fish and play in the pavilion in the center, which is really fun."

Wen Yin turned around and looked at the canal water after hearing this, and said for a while: "No, you don't need to raise anything, just let it be clean."

Nian Xia was stunned, and her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't help but lower her head.

"Don't be stunned, prepare to pick you up."

A light voice came to my ears. Nianxia subconsciously looked up, but saw that her empress seemed to have bright eyebrows and eyes instantly, with a bright smile on the corner of her lips, and she held the hem of her skirt and smiled towards the direction of the way.

She looked in the direction where the empress was running, and saw a person coming from a distance, and the Emperor's uniform kept flipping while walking.

Nianxia kowtowed on the ground, but suddenly felt unspeakable sorrow and resentment in her heart.

Does that person really loves the Queen of the Queen? If he loves the Queen of the Queen, then does he love the Queen of the Whole person, or does he only love the Queen of the Brightness and Vividness? Holding the veil that had just wiped the Queen of the Sweat, she couldn't help but think, Queen of the Queen of the Body

As he is getting weaker, can he know? Can he know the empress withered later? Can he know the empress's heart of grief?

When Wen Yin approached, she could clearly see the pleasant smile on his face.

"How did the Lord come?"

"I can't come?"

"It's not that you can't come, but that the emperor has been buried in the official case all day long. I thought you were reluctant to take any steps."

Zhu Jing subconsciously wanted to say, how could I be reluctant to move with you here? But I stopped the words as soon as they reached their mouths. After all, such words were unstable and inappropriate, let alone in front of everyone.

Seeing that her breath was uneven, he waved to signal the person to carry the carriage and chased him over.

Wen Yin shook her head: "I want to go with the emperor."

How could Zhu Jing refuse to agree? After she calmed down, the two of them walked slowly in this unbuilt palace.

"Is it still suitable for your wishes to build Changle Palace?"

"The company commander Shin-gu is here to carry every tree and grass, and it makes me feel friendly and comfortable. How can I not be satisfied?"

"If there is anything else in the palace to buy, just tell Feng Bao that he will arrange it." As he said that, he looked around the overall architectural structure of Changle Palace, and asked, "Do you want to build another observation deck?"

, It is best to overlook the night view of the imperial capital."

Wen Yin paused for a moment, raised her eyes and smiled at him: "This is a non-compliant priest? The observation deck is expensive and it will cost a lot of money. If you build a special observation deck for me, aren't you afraid that the historian will impeach the priest and make you confused?"

He said lightly: "I have allocated silver from the treasury, who dares to say a word?"

She bit her lip, suddenly stopped, raised her eyes and smiled: "Master, I'm tired and don't want to leave."

Zhu Jing also stopped and was about to call someone to carry the carriage to chase him over, but she heard her say something in her voice. The voice was low and he didn't hear it clearly, so he bent down slightly to approach her, and she took the opportunity to look at him.

He whispered with his ears, his breath was like orchids, blowing his ears.

"I want the Lord to carry me."

The sound came to his ears, and his spine suddenly became stiff.

His throat flipped, and he wanted to say that she was making trouble, but she unexpectedly pulled her cuffs.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his plain hands holding his cuffs of dragons, then looked up into her cramped smiling eyes. She looked at him smiling, and the dimples on her cheeks appeared faintly.

“Only this time.”

"Um."

He finally said in a low voice, and her smile on her face became brighter.

Zhu Jing glanced at Feng Bao's first, rolled up his cuffs behind him, walked to her in two steps, stroked his knees and bent down.

Feng Bao had not yet understood the master's meaning at first, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly realized in surprise and kept waving his hand to signal the people around him to turn their backs.

Wen Yin leaned over his back, and his arms softly passed through the back of his neck.

After placing his back for a while, she couldn't help but call out, "Master?"

He seemed to wake up from a dream, and he held her legs back with his arms, got up and walked forward steadily.

"The emperor doesn't have the tightness of the hoop, I can't fall down."

Wen Yin patted his arm and said, but he suddenly got pushed by him. He couldn't help but scream in shock, and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.

Zhu Jing said indifferently: "Don't move around, if you move around, you will throw it down."

She didn't believe his style, and she gently pressed her face against the back of his neck, raised her eyes and looked at his side face and asked without a smile: "Look at how unfamiliar the emperor carries, is it the first time he carries a woman?"

Zhu Jing did not answer, but it was also considered a default.

Wen Yin half-down his eyes. He hugged a woman, but probably never had the experience of a woman. The first experience was always a bit novel and unforgettable.

Thinking of this, the curve of her lips curled as if nothing had happened.

"So I am the first woman the Lord has ever carried. I am so lucky. I just don't know if I will be the last woman the Lord has ever carried."

Zhu Jing suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at her and suddenly asked, "Is I the first man to carry you away?"

Wen Yin's eyebrows and eyes were smiling: "No."

Before his face calmed down, she opened her mouth and bit his neck, vaguely said: "My father has carried it on his back, and my elder brother has carried it on me."

He hissed and scolded, "Where are outside, don't be arrogant."

Wen Yin then let go and quietly leaned on his back.

Zhu Jing looked relaxed and continued to walk towards the outside of the hall. When the color changed just now, the three words Xu Shiheng flashed through his mind. But soon, the name was left behind.

All of them have passed, and the three words "Xu Shiheng" that are distant should have completely disappeared from the world of the two of them.

The spring breeze was warm, and the soft satin palace skirt was blowing constantly overlapping with his imperial uniform.

Wen Yin gently stroked his broad and powerful back and bit his lips and smiled unconsciously.

She knew what he was thinking in his heart at that moment, but he only had some dirty thoughts. But he didn't understand that Xu Shiheng was a gentleman. He valued her and always kept a polite person and did not want to abuse her. He didn't know that her old antiques were even more unaware of

My father and his elder brother, who are the same antique, have always followed other rules for men and women, never laughed and played with her, and never carried her on her back. Only her second brother, who was the devil in the world, has taken her around to play since she was a child.

Whenever she was tired of playing, she would lie on her second brother's back and treat him as a thousand-mile horse.

Thinking of the beheaded second brother and Xu Shiheng who died tragically, she felt a sound of shattering in her heart.

Zhu Jing actually wanted to be harmonious with her, and to imagine that all kinds of past events could be written off. It was so ridiculous. There was an irreconcilable contradiction between them at all.

He may be right from his position, but who has thought from her position? Did she have no thoughts or emotions? Should she be worthy of concessions for his great cause and in the end she would have to be generous.

She is considerate?

There is no such domineering truth in the world.

"Ain?"
To be continued...