The emperor changed into light casual clothes in Qinzheng Hall, and when he left, he still took away the sachet on the tent hook.
Yu Deshui seemed not to have seen it, without blinking. However, he pursed his lips when he lowered his head, as if he was trying his best to endure it.
But when they arrived at Qiyun Palace, Jiang Qing looked at the sachet and said, "I didn't see the emperor wearing it yesterday. I thought the emperor had already put it away."
Even though he is as sophisticated as an emperor, he sometimes blushes.
He hurriedly explained: "You were feeling unwell yesterday, and I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable wearing it."
Jiang Qing was moved and said quickly: "How could it be possible? The sachet made by Mrs. Lu will not do any harm to the patient."
The emperor nodded and said, "Even so, you must be careful."
Yu Deshui was sitting there, unable to bear it, biting his lips gently with his teeth.
Aunt Su saw it and felt very strange. She walked over and asked quietly: "Is Mr. Yu thinking of paying tribute?"
Yu Deshui: "..."
"no."
"oh."
The topic was awkward and a bit weird, but it was hard to talk about.
Soon, the palace people prepared dinner.
The emperor saw another bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and asked strangely: "How can you drink wine?"
Aunt Su explained: "The Imperial Physician Zeng said that drinking a small drink can drive away the cold, so I specially prepared it."
Emperor: "Oh."
He touched the sachet with his fingers and felt a headache.
If I had known earlier, I would not have brought him here, but now I am really riding a tiger.
"Why don't you stop drinking?" The emperor said to Jiang Qing, worried that Jiang Qing would not be able to bear the smell of alcohol mixed with the aroma.
However, my heart felt extremely hot, and I couldn't tell whether it was anticipation or suffering.
Jiang Qing thought that the emperor didn't like her drinking, so she quickly said: "I said no, mama, please leave."
Finally, he explained in a low voice: "I usually don't drink."
Looking at Jiang Qing, who was even more nervous than himself, the emperor smiled and said, "I know, I'm just worried about your health. It's just fine and it's not suitable to drink."
Aunt Su regretfully took away the wine. She finally asked Dr. Zeng for a word of truth, but it didn't come in handy.
The two of them could finally sit down and have a meal, but this short time was actually the time when the two of them spent the most time together in a day.
The emperor suddenly felt that this was not good for Jiang Qing at all, so he suggested: "After dinner, I will take you out of the palace for a walk."
Although Jiang Qing was happy, she still asked: "Isn't the Emperor busy today?"
The emperor shook his head and said, "It's okay to be lazy sometimes."
Jiang Qing also felt that the emperor could not be so tired every day and still needed to relax more.
So she quickly agreed.
But before leaving the palace, the emperor took off the sachet and placed it on the tent hook in Jiang Qing's bedroom.
Jiang Qing saw it and asked, "Won't the emperor take it out of the palace?"
The emperor said: "There are many people on the street, so it would be bad if it was lost."
Jiang Qing thought about it, and took off her own and hung it up together, then replaced it with a hollow flower-and-bird pattern sachet, and said, "This one will make a sound if it falls on the ground."
The emperor praised: "So smart."
Jiang Qing blushed in embarrassment, but she still took the initiative and took the emperor's arm.
The two of them had changed into regular clothes and were so close to each other, just like an ordinary couple.
It's just that Jiang Qing was wearing a verdant green skirt and a white shawl. She looked fresh and refreshing, like a little girl who had just gotten hairpins.
The emperor was wearing a dark blue straight train and a plain gauze singlet. Although he looked older, his face was too handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was very dignified, making him stand out.
When they went out, Yu Deshui felt that he was in the way. If it wasn't to protect the safety of the emperor and the imperial concubine, he would not have wanted to follow them.
But I still asked a lot of guards to dress up in disguise, and the ones I chose were all smart, so as not to get in the way and be an eyesore.
When she finally arrived at the Xishi Hutong Street that the prince mentioned, Jiang Qing looked back and saw that Yu Deshui and Aunt Su, who had been following her just now, had disappeared.
Instead, the emperor took her hand, squeezed it, and asked in a low voice: "What do you want to buy?"
Jiang Qing came back to her senses and said shyly: "Just shopping around, I don't know what to buy?"
The emperor nodded and led her forward.
This street is very lively as the prince said.
Especially when night falls and the lights first come on.
The water at the head of the bridge reflects the lights on the shore, like a dream, and the streets are bustling with people coming and going, making everyone look forward to it and yearning for it in their hearts.
The vendors are sitting next to each other, with almost no free space.
I walked all the way and walked under the eaves, and I could hear the sounds of greeting customers. In the prosperous times, the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful, and the vendors were doing good business.
Jiang Qing looked at everything in front of her and held the emperor's hand tighter.
If working day and night in the palace seems tired and boring, then looking at the vivid faces in front of you, and the ease in bargaining, or the old man setting up a stall shaking a fan to cool off, comfortable and comfortable. You will also feel that those
Is the hard work worth it?
Jiang Qing felt that she should be nicer to the emperor.
Otherwise, how sad would it be if he worked so hard and couldn't find anyone caring?
Even Mr. Lu, with his beloved wife by his side, does not always work hard without complaining.
But the emperor didn’t even have anyone to talk to, complain and sigh with his pillow...
Seeing Jiang Qing coming over affectionately, the emperor looked around and asked, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"
Jiang Qing shook her head, then nodded again.
She whispered: "It's not that I'm afraid, it's that my cousin has been accompanying me and doing the things I like to do, but I don't even know what my cousin likes and what he wants to do?"
The emperor smiled slightly, took her hand and rubbed it, put it on his lips and kissed her gently, saying gently: "I, I like to accompany you. I am happy to see you happy."
It was obviously a frivolous action, but when he did it, it gave people a very different feeling.
It's like gentle care and comfort, making people feel at ease.
Jiang Qing blushed, wondering if it was because of her preference?
She is not a very noble person, nor has she ever added glory to his life. Why is she so important in my cousin's heart?
Unknowingly, she leaned closer to him again.
The two of them could no longer walk, but they couldn't bear to push her away. The emperor smiled bitterly, hugged her shoulders and said, "How about we go to the teahouse to have some snacks? Let's take a rest by the way."
Jiang Qing nodded quickly, and the emperor called Yu Deshui.
Yu Deshui suddenly jumped out from behind the pillar, looking really funny.
Jiang Qing covered her mouth and smiled, thinking that they had been following her all along.
After the emperor expressed his idea, Yu Deshui immediately found the most spacious teahouse and asked for a private room with a terrace on the second floor.