She arched in his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep carelessly.
Qi Hengyuan took a deep breath, hugged her and lay on the bed, staring at the bed beam for a long time, and then closed his eyes.
He slept surprisingly well that night, and Yan Ning didn't do anything bad. Qi Hengyuan woke up on time and opened his eyes. The woman was still in his arms, her soft hair fell on his arms, and her pink lips were pressed against his.
On his cheek, his breath stimulated the nerves in his neck, but it also touched his heart.
Qi Hengyuan's dark eyes were dark, and he looked quietly at the sickly fair face in front of him, then reached out and pinched it hard.
Yan Ning felt pain and let go of him to touch her face. Qi Hengyuan sat up and got out of bed.
After the morning session, Qi Hengyuan went to the Imperial Study Room.
Yan Ning ate breakfast and always felt that her face hurt, but she couldn't see anything in front of the bronze mirror. She asked Niandie: "Is my face really not hurt?"
Nian Die said: "No, beauty, you have looked at the bronze mirror many times today. You should have seen it yourself. Your face is not injured."
Yan Ning said: "I just feel a little pain."
Niandie said: "Maybe you touched it accidentally when you were sleeping at night. You don't know, beauty."
Yan Ning said: "Probably so."
Qi Hengyuan didn't come to look for her that day, and she didn't look for Qi Hengyuan either. Yan Ning was not in a hurry. She believed that with the obvious contrast yesterday, Qi Hengyuan would come to her.
Sure enough, at night, Qi Hengyuan came.
Instead of eating in the palace, Qi Hengyuan took Yan Ning out of the palace, had dinner outside, and then went to South Street.
Yan Ning and Qi Hengyuan strolled around South Street. The next day, under the city wall of South Street, there were several rows of trees on both sides of the street.
That night, Qi Hengyuan naturally stayed at Xixiangyuan again.
The next day Qi Hengyuan took Yan Ning out of the palace again, this time to North Street, and dug canals around North Street.
That night, Qi Hengyuan stayed at Xixiangyuan as usual.
The next day Qi Hengyuan had to take Yan Ning out of the palace again, leaving only West Street. After that, he could feel completely relieved.
But just when he was about to leave, the palace servants from Fengyue Palace came over.
I don’t know what I said to the king, but the king actually stopped watching in person. Instead, he asked Chen Dongyan to follow Yan Ning out of the palace, and he went to Fengyue Palace himself.
Yan Ning was surprised at first, but after thinking about it, it wasn't surprising. Yang Qianyue was probably more important to His Majesty Qi than the country.
Chen Dongyan escorted Yan Ning out of the palace. Yan Ning gave a suggestion to add another city gate on West Street. Chen Dongyan was slightly surprised. He had never heard of the construction of double city gates, but Chen Dongyan saw Yan Ning's ability with his own eyes and was impressed by Yan Ning.
Chen Dongyan believed what Ning said and did not refute it.
Building another city gate is not as simple as digging four wells, planting some trees, and digging a canal. This requires a certain amount of work. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Yan Ning doesn't want the soldiers to be busy during the Spring Festival, so he just says that the New Year
It’s not too late to do it later, so this matter was scheduled for the end of the year.
That night Qi Hengyuan stayed at Fengyue Palace.
So many things happened in the palace during this period, Chen Yurong naturally heard about it. His Majesty pardoned Yan Lang, took Yan Ning out of the palace, and made changes to the four streets of Guiyang City.
Chen Yurong was sitting indoors playing the piano, and the sound was a bit sad.
Caihuan looked at his imperial concubine with worry on his face. Although His Majesty had lifted the imperial concubine's ban, he had not been to Fengzi Palace once. During this period, His Majesty stayed at Fengluo Palace and Fengyue Palace.
I just didn't stay at Fengzi Palace. Isn't this a slap in the face of the imperial concubine?