Chun Zhaoyi leaned against Emperor Ming softly and softly, breathed into his ear and said softly: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ming!"
Emperor Ming took Chun Zhaoyi into his arms and went to the inner hall.
...
It's the third day of this torment again.
Chun Zhaoyi then gathered her clothes and came out of the inner hall, watching her father-in-law and her father-in-law leading the people and the sedan chair over.
She walked up to her father-in-law and whispered the words of today's emperor.
However, Eunuch He looked calm and unsurprised, and simply said: "Ms. Chun Zhaoyi has done an excellent job. All you have to do is serve His Majesty as always."
Chun Zhaoyi understood immediately when he saw this. It seemed that there was nothing he could hide from Dongchang.
only......
She thought for a while, wondering if Concubine Ming knew that she should find a way to send a message to Concubine Ming.
Naturally, she couldn't let Concubine Ming be killed by the emperor. She would have to rely on Concubine Ming for the rest of her life.
...
A few days later, Ming Lanruo received the news sent by Chun Zhaoyi, and then read the news secretly sent by Concubine Zhou from Prince Qin's Mansion.
The Zhou family has been really busy lately.
Zhou Chen asked people to join him vertically and horizontally, and at the same time, he tightened his grip on the King of Qin, who had been named the prince, but did not hold a ceremony.
At the same time, he sent people to the emperor's side, trying to gain Cang Qiao's favor from the emperor.
She burned both pieces of paper thoughtfully and looked towards the horizon.
In the evening, dark rain clouds appeared in the sky again. Chunhe looked at the sky and said: "It looks like the weather is going to change."
Ming Lanruo smiled softly: "Yes, things are going to change."
The cold wind blew up her soft black hair, and fine raindrops fell with the sound of thunder.
Tick-tock, tick-tock fell all over the yard.
She suddenly remembered the last time she and that man were leaning against each other on a rainy night, and the way he held her hand while playing chess.
She hadn't seen that man for seven or eight days again. She knew that he had been extremely busy recently.
Recently, everyone in the government and the public has said that Nine Thousand Years Old Cang Qiao seems to have offended His Majesty, and His Majesty has become much colder towards Cang Qiao.
Therefore, even though they were both in the capital, she could not go to see him in order not to further anger Emperor Ming.
Ming Lanruo narrowed her eyes and said softly: "Chunhe, send a letter to Master Qiantose, saying... no matter how busy you are, you must take care of yourself and don't take medicine randomly."
"Since Ruoruo misses Master Qiantzu so much, why don't you go to Dongchang in person?"
A cool and gentle voice suddenly sounded behind Ming Lanruo.
Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around and saw that a young scholar in a plain white robe had stood by the door without knowing it.
His slender eyes were like mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and he was dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves, making him extremely pure and elegant.
Ming Lanruo opened her eyes slightly and said in shock: "Yin... Yin scholar?"
"It's been a long time since I've come to see my dear lady, and she's worried about me." The young scholar walked in.
Chunhe watched his master holding back and not rushing over. He chuckled to himself, quietly retreated, and closed the door for them.
"Why...are you here?" Ming Lanruo coughed lightly, casually picked up a round fan, and walked to him swaying lightly. This chapter has been completed!
