Two minutes passed by noon, but the palace people who delivered the meal were always separated outside the hall.

The hall was surprisingly quiet, and the emperor's quick turn of the folds seemed extremely clear.

Hou Li's palace people were silent, and even Feng Bao was afraid to show off, holding his breath and trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

"Absurd!" The shout suddenly sounded, and the emperor who was still reviewing the memorial the moment before, knocked the memorial in his hand without warning. He shouted angrily: "It's simply unreasonable!"

The people in the palace knelt all over the ground.

Zhu Jing was still angry and pushed the desk hard and stood up. He walked out of the hall with extremely heavy steps.

When I walked halfway, I suddenly stopped.

"Feng Bao." He turned his head but looked in the direction where the drip was placed.

Feng Bao was about to get up and follow him, but he was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly responded: "The slave is here."

"When will it be?"

"Return to the emperor, it's two o'clock in the afternoon."

After a question and answer, the hall returned to its previous silence.

Feng Bao's scalp suddenly became numb, because the emperor's eyes slowly fell on him.

"Two moments." The heavy and slow voice, with a sense of badness and oppression.

At this moment, Feng Bao suddenly became happy and instantly understood the true intention of the emperor asking Shichen.

"Master, today... it's been these days. It's probably because the Empress has delayed anything, so no one has been sent to ask about daily life and meals. Otherwise, the slave will go to Yangxin Temple to ask, see if there is anything important there, but there is a place to use the slave?"

After a word, Feng Bao felt the oppressive gaze that fell on his body disappeared.

"No need to ask." Zhu Jing turned around and stepped back into the dragon throne, suppressing his emotions, "Take the person back and ask."

Feng Bao left the Qinzheng Hall and took a breath and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Since the Emperor's sleeves left from the Yangxin Hall that night, the imperial concubine has been in a cold war for three days. During these three days, the Emperor's Emperor stayed in the Qinzheng Hall every night, and the imperial concubine seemed to be competing. She did not send anyone to invite her or send someone to give her a few words. She really didn't give her half a step down here.

These servants who were in charge saw that the pressure of Qinzheng Hall was getting lower and lower day by day, which was so low that it was terrifying.

Feng Bao thought about it and ordered several burly slaves. There was enough people, so he rushed towards the direction of Yangxin Palace.

After all, I have to follow the saint's order to bring people back. Few people are afraid of not taking the blame.

As for whom he brought back... he was not a white eye, nor did he think that he was long-lasting, so of course he was not going to bring the imperial concubine back.

Of course, it was the person who was around the Imperial Concubine.

In the Hall of Yangxin, Wen Yin watched coldly as Feng Bao brought people over to "please" Nianxia to Qinzheng Hall.

"Empress, don't misunderstand it. It's because the emperor needs to ask Miss Nianxia for some important matters. I'll take her there and go back." Feng Bao laughed and promised: "Empress, don't worry, I will definitely send you all the people back."

Wen Yin raised her eyes and looked at the scene where Nianxia was forced to walk away by two burly slaves. She turned her eyes and continued to hold the flower cuts and trim the laurel branches in front of her, "Let go Nianxia and let her walk by herself."

Seeing her cooperation, Feng Bao hurriedly said, and then let his subordinates loosen their clamps.

"The weather is getting colder, so the empress must take care of the phoenix body, and the slave will leave first."

Wen Yin ignored it and focused on the shape of the laurel.

Feng Bao returned to Qinzheng Hall and reported the situation when he went to Yangxin Hall to "invite" people.

"Isn't it blocked?"

"When the emperor returns to the emperor, the empress understands the emperor. She heard that the emperor had something important to call people to ask for questions, and she did not interfere with it."

Zhu Jing dipped his pen ink and dropped a red pen on the memorial.

"How is the imperial concubine's current situation?"

"Empress..." Feng Bao swallowed his throat and stared at his feet, "Empress is so silent, unlike usual."

Feng Bao could only express himself to the emperor in a vague manner, and the imperial concubine seemed to be in a bad mood.

Otherwise, what could he say, saying that he looked better than before, and even had the leisure and elegance to sit in front of the window with laurel branches? What did the emperor think? He felt more comfortable after leaving the emperor?

Zhu Jing stared at him coldly for a moment and looked away.

"Get out."

"Here."

The golden sun is shining outside, and the sun gradually moves westward after noon.

Before he could see Feng Bao looking outside the hall, he finally saw someone moving in the empty palace road from afar. He immediately swept his listless spirit and hurriedly stood on tiptoe and looked carefully.

A group of people winding in the distance surrounded the sedan chair and were slowly coming towards the direction of Qinzheng Hall. Feng Bao, who had looked carefully, was stunned first, then was startled, and took a deep breath.

That is the imperial concubine's sedan chair!

I thought the other party would at most send a small palace servant to go downhill and give the emperor a step down, but I didn’t expect that the master would come here in person!

"Hurry, come into the palace and report to the emperor, the empress is here!" Feng Baohuo instructed the palace servant next to him, running towards the sedan chair with a breeze, and added: "It's the imperial concubine!"

The luxurious sedan chair stopped steadily in front of the hall gate.

Feng Bao bowed outside the sedan chair and carefully uncovered the curtain of the sedan chair, "Empress, you have just recovered from your phoenix body. How did you come here in person? If you have something to do, just ask the servants below to do it. Be slower, the wind is strong outside, be careful to let the wind flash." Seeing that the other party got out of the sedan chair without saying anything, he urgently ordered the palace people to surround the slumber.

Wen Yin brushed away the palace maid who was about to support her, and did not rush to enter the magnificent Qizheng Hall, but turned her eyes and looked around.

"Empress, it's cool and breeze. Be careful of the phoenix body, and you should enter the hall quickly..."

Before Feng Bao could finish his persuasion, he saw the other party raising his hand towards the right side of the hall and signaling to retreat.

The palace people dared not object, so they immediately took down the stairs, revealing the little palace man who was kneeling outside the hall gate. She knelt in the shadow cast by the pillar in front of the hall gate, silently, like an insignificant shadow.

Wen Yin's clear and moist eyes fell quietly on the shadow, and time seemed to intersect in an instant. Through the long wind in late autumn afternoon, she saw another insignificant figure, and she didn't know how many days and nights she knelt here silently.

This scene immediately changed Feng Bao's face.

I was just in a hurry to welcome the Imperial Concubine, but I forgot about this.

He was about to say something to break the unusual atmosphere, but he saw that the other party had closed his eyes, raised his hand and gently brushed away the hair that was swept across his cheeks by the wind, and walked towards the direction of Qinzheng Hall as usual.

The Qinzheng Hall is still quiet, but it is not like the silence and depression before. There is a faint restlessness in this silence.

The palace people came out one after another and carefully brought the heavy hall gate of Qinzheng Hall.

The hall is warm and the earth dragon seems to have burned before winter has arrived.

Wen Yin raised her slightly cool fingers and untied her cloak. When she put on the trusses, she looked at the position above the hall. On the golden lacquer dragon throne, the man seemed to have not noticed her arrival, and was picking up the memorial expressionlessly. The emperor who had accumulated power for a long time was high above, and the scattered light that threw into the hall hit his cold and hard face, and he was powerful without anger.

Wen Yin looked away and turned to the ancient shelf on the side of the hall. Her eyes lingered on the various antiques on it, and took one of them to take a closer look.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, a deep and depressing breathing sound came from the hall.

"A Yin." Zhu Jing put his pen a lot, pinched his eyebrows, sighed as if he was angry and helpless, "When are you going to be angry with me?"

Wen Yin did not raise her head: "It's not that I and the Lord are angry, but that the Lord and I are angry."

When Zhu Jing's heart sank again and again when he heard that there was no sign of softening in her tone.

"You have to make this unreasonable request, to make me embarrassed?" He suddenly looked up at her, and his heart suddenly broke out, because today she wore a dark blue palace outfit without any embroidery patterns. This was a color she had never worn before, and it was also a dark color she wore, because such a color would make her more and more cold, as if she had lost her fireworks.

"So I was the one who made the Lord embarrassed. Well, then..."

"A Yin!" Zhu Jing subconsciously called out, interrupting the second half of her sentence, and intuition told her that it was definitely not what he wanted to hear.

Wen Yin looked at him slightly, and did not speak anymore, but just waited for his answer. Zhu Jing also looked at her with a deep look, his face was so dim.

Time passed by bit by bit in silence, and Wen Yin had not waited for his answer for a long time. Her eyes gradually became colder, and a faint sarcasm appeared on her beautiful face.

Putting the object in her hand back on the ancient shelf, she turned around and walked away, but heard the emperor's cold voice coming from behind: "You are unwilling to compromise for me. Could it be that you will be determined to be me? I can tolerate you tolerate you and allow you to act voluntarily in small matters, but the matters in the harem involve the previous dynasty and the major issues related to the national system, how can I just tolerate you?"

Wen Yin turned her back to him for a long time without saying anything. After a long time, Fang Fang said softly as if a smile appeared on his lips: "Maybe the Lord will tolerate me and endure me to the limit. From now on, the Lord will be lighter."

After speaking, she walked away.

"Random! Stop!" Zhu Jing suddenly stood up, and his violent movements made the corners of the table and the ground rub. He walked towards her strode, stopped two steps, and stared at her thin and arrogant back.

Wen Yin also stopped and did not turn around.

"Okay, okay." He looked at her stubborn look with only one answer, and his mood was in a state of uproar. There were two voices in his mind. One voice reminded him to let her leave, don't indulge her arrogant again and again, otherwise it would be ridiculous and unwise for the king of a country to be controlled by a woman. But the other voice was talking softly, just asking him one question, but just take her as she was disappointed to leave?

"If you don't like them, I will let them move to the palace and send them to Yichang Garden. I will never let them get in your eyes." As soon as he said that, a little frustrated anger suddenly rose in his chest, but he strangely raised a little as if he was unloading his burden. He squeezed his eyebrows hard and asked, "Is this a complete result?"

Forget it, that's it, he thought.

In any case, it doesn't lose the general situation, and it doesn't cause any trouble.

There were probably some turmoil in the previous dynasty, but it was within his control and could not cause any big waves.

"No, the Lord still doesn't understand."

Zhu Jing was still thinking about the follow-up matters, and suddenly heard the slightly cool and soft voice in front of him and looked up suddenly.

"Are you still not satisfied?"

His voice was no longer as calm as before, and she could hear his patience was about to be exhausted. She casually pinned her cheeks behind her ears. She turned her face slightly and looked at his extremely ugly face with a smile.

"The moment I asked the Lord of the Lord, I was destined to have the only answer. Either the Lord chose me, then after that, I would devote all my emotions to the Lord of the Lord, without reservation, and of course I also need to give me the same gift; or the Lord of the Lord will choose them and I will have no objection to how they can be placed, but..." She said slowly, "The Lord of the Lord of the Lord will not step into my palace gate again."

Zhu Jing instinctively felt that he should have felt offended and was furious about the emperor's majesty being provoked. But he could not feel this emotion, or there were very few emotions that arose in his heart.
To be continued...