Sang Yan didn't know the inside story, so naturally she didn't know his good intentions, so she said: "A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse. In the same way, sometimes sleeping in a golden house may not be as comfortable as a broken house."
He Ying listened to her theory about breaking down the house and thought it was a fallacy. However, he had never been able to deal with her and did not refute it. Instead, he sighed helplessly: "Just go against me."
These words are full of endearment.
Sang Yan's heart softened when he heard this, and he softened his tone: "Why is the emperor here?"
He Ying glanced at her, still in that helpless and doting tone: "What do you think?"
Sang Yan guessed: "Is the emperor afraid that Xuanrao will hurt me?"
He Ying said angrily: "I still have some brains."
Firstly, he was afraid that Xuanrao would be jealous and hurt others, and secondly, he was afraid that the evil spirits from the cold palace would enter his body.
Anyway, it’s just fear.
He didn't want her to leave his sight at all.
"You have a pure character, but I am always worried that you are being plotted against."
"In all my life, I have never worried about someone so much."
"Even on the battlefield, I have never been so worried."
Every word he said was full of special cherishment for her.
Sang Yan sincerely sighed: "The Emperor is so kind to me."
He Ying: "..."
It's rare to hear her talk like this.
It feels like my heart is finally understood and accepted by others.
He looked at her with gentle eyes that were a bit sad: "Ayan, you have to be nice. I will never be so nice to someone again."
He recognized her.
After her, there will be no one else.
When Sang Yan heard his promise, the feeling of unrequited affection came again.
She thought about Xuanrao's words - when you are in love, experiencing love is respect for love.
Seems to apply here.
He loves, let him love.
She did what she wanted and let nature take its course.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
She said seriously: "Don't worry. I will take care of myself."
He Ying nodded.
The two of them took a walk under the moonlight and returned to Qingning Hall together.
"Go back and rest early."
"Your Majesty too. Good night."
"Good night."
They bid farewell to each other at the door of the side hall.
It feels more or less like a couple.
When Sang Yan thought of the word "lovers", her heart felt hot and her face turned red again.
God, she's so old, she's still as shy as other little girls.
It's really...a novel and addictive feeling.
Sang Yan patted her hot face, ran into the hall, and lay back on the bed.
"Meow meow meow——"
The cat jumped up immediately.
"Snow ball!"
She screamed and scolded!
The cat didn't jump on her chest, but on her belly.
"Meow meow meow——"
It stretched out its fluffy paws and tapped her chin lightly, as if to please her.
Sang Yan pushed away and scolded softly: "Sleep there. Don't move around. Don't press my chest. Otherwise, you will never get into my bed!"
The cat meowed twice aggrievedly, retracted its paws, and lowered its head.
The night passed so peacefully.
the next day
Sang Yan was still woken up by being licked on her face and chest.
This cat is so clingy.
Sang Yan pushed it out of bed and went to wash it.
When he came out, he saw Qiuzhi shoveling shit for it and said, "The emperor should really be the shit shoveler."
Whoever brought it is responsible.
Although she masturbates a lot.
Qiuzhi smiled and said: "The emperor is busy with everything, how can he have this time?"
Sang Yan complained: "I think he is quite leisurely. Otherwise, why would he be in the cold palace in the middle of the night?"
Speaking of the cold palace, she wanted to go to the cold palace again.
She and Xuanrao got along very well.
Yesterday we talked about reclaiming land and farming, so why not put it on the agenda today.
So, after breakfast, she gave the order: "Qiuzhi, please ask for some farm tools, vegetable seeds, and flower seeds. I'm going to Lenggong to farm."
Xuanrao wanted to go with her.
Before she could find everything, she sent someone to fetch her.
"Master Sang, my mother-in-law asked you about farming, do you still want to answer?"
Yun Qiao has been smiling ever since Xuan Rao's health improved.
As the name suggests, he is like a skylark with a charming voice.
I feel happy when I hear it.
"Nature counts."
Sang Yan smiled and said, "I'm just asking someone to prepare something."
Yun Qiao said: "My mother-in-law is ready. She said that the weather is not hot today, and when dusk comes, it will be time to go to the fields to work."
Sang Yan nodded: "Okay. I understand. You go back first. I will be there before dusk."
She had to eat with the emperor at noon, otherwise she would just go there and eat at noon.
lunch time
He Ying knew that she was going to Leng Gong to farm, but he didn't agree with it.
But he couldn't refuse directly, so he could only pour cold water on her: "Stop messing around with her. How can you do that kind of work with your thin arms and thin legs?"
Don't hurt your body when you fall down.
He felt distressed again.
well.
It used to be too quiet, like a docile and timid rabbit, but now it is more lively, and it has become a restless hare again, always running outside.
He was really worried to death.
Sang Yan didn't know the emperor's melancholy, and felt that she had been underestimated. She said in a very dissatisfied tone: "Why can't I do it anymore? Although I have thin arms and legs, I still have the strength to dig the ground."
What's more, she was born in a rural area and did farm work when she was a child.
Just dig some ground and think of it as exercise.
He Ying still didn't support it: "Yes. You have it. But why bother? There are many people in the palace, you can just let the guards do it."
Sang Yan argued: "If you do it yourself, you will have enough food and clothing. Watching them do it, how can you be as happy as doing it yourself?"
He Ying: "..."
Seeing that it didn't make sense, he just let her go: "Don't cry to me when you're tired."
Sang Yan was puzzled: "When did I cry to you?"
He Ying was helpless: "Okay. Don't cry. You are awesome."
He didn't mention it again.
But at dusk, when he found out that she had really gone to the cold palace, he was worried and sent someone to keep an eye on her: "Let her rest after a while. Be careful she gets tired."
Pei Muyang responded "yes" and sent someone to deliver the message.
Half an hour passed
He Ying put down the memorial and asked worriedly: "Are they still busy?"
Pei Muyang said: "Your Majesty, the people sent have not returned yet."
When He Ying heard this, his heart itched and he couldn't sit still.
He read the memorial for a while, and finally stood up: "Let's go and have a look."
*
The cold palace is very busy.
The land has been dug out.
Divided into two small pieces.
It is separated by a winding cobblestone path.
Sang Yan was instructing people to lay down the cobblestones: "Hmm. This piece is not bad. It can be used. Over there, pay attention. It should be well-proportioned."
At this point, she looked at Xuanrao and smiled brightly: "I'm telling you, when the flowers bloom and vegetables grow, we can enjoy the flowers and pick vegetables at the same time. Stepping on these stones with our feet will also have a massage effect.
.very good for the body.”
While listening, Xuanrao touched the stone that was heated by the sun, and suddenly an idea came to him: "Sang Yan, you said this stone can be used to warm your hands in winter."
After hearing this, Sang Yan suddenly remembered that cobblestones can be used to make a fireplace, and oh, you can also barbecue.
She had seen in a video that an uncle picked up a lot of pebbles, washed them, spread them into a layer, greased them with oil, put the prepared pork slices on top, and made stone barbecue, which was very fragrant.
It's over.
Can't think about it.
Greedy.
"Xuanrao, shall we make stone barbecue later?"
"What?"
"Listen to what I'm telling you -"
She leaned forward, almost touching Xuan Rao's forehead, her eyes were still shining, and she talked nonstop.
He Ying watched from a distance. It could be said that it was the first time he saw her so happy, beaming, beautiful and energetic.
He was also happy that she was so happy, but gradually he felt something was wrong: Why wasn't she so happy when she was with him? She seemed to prefer being with Xuanrao.
Sour.
Sour.
She doesn't like women, does she?
He Ying has been in the palace since he was a child, and he vaguely knows how lonely it is in the palace, and some women have a habit of sharpening mirrors...