At night, in the Xuanshi Hall of Yan Palace, Shangguan Hao was still busy handling memorials and had just sent away two courtiers.
"Your Majesty, the Princess Protector wishes to see you." The father-in-law in front of the palace reported.
Princess Protector was granted to Shangguan Feng'er after Shangguan Hao ascended the throne.
Shangguan Hao then put down the memorial in his hand and raised his head, "Let the princess come in quickly." He stood up and walked towards the door.
Outside the hall, Shangguan Feng'er walked into the hall carrying a silver-red flower-scattered soft smoke skirt and met Shangguan Hao just in time. Shangguan Feng'er wanted to salute, but was supported by Shangguan Hao, "Feng'er, it's so late.
No rest.”
Shangguan Hao pulled her to the desk, ordered someone to add a chair next to it, sat down and looked at Shangguan Feng'er, "What's the matter with Brother Huang?"
Shangguan Feng'er smiled slightly and put away the memorial on the table, "Feng'er thought that the emperor must be very tired as he has been busy handling official matters and meeting with courtiers in recent days, so he stewed this soup to replenish you.
." As he said this, he gestured to Yuan'er behind him.
Yuan'er was ordered to bring the pastel plum-patterned bowl filled with chicken soup and put it on the desk, "Your Majesty, this is the chicken soup that the princess has been boiling for a day. Drink it soon."
Shangguan Hao raised his eyes to look at Yuan'er who was exiting, then turned to look at Shangguan Feng'er, smiled warmly, picked up the chicken soup and drank it all without saying a word.
Shangguan Feng'er held a handkerchief embroidered with red peonies and wiped Shangguan Hao's lips. Shangguan Hao looked at her affectionately.
"Brother Emperor, how does this chicken soup taste?" He said calmly, taking his hand out of Shangguan Hao's palm and smiling softly like a feather.
Shangguan Hao put down his hand and looked at Shangguan Feng'er with a slightly embarrassed smile, "Very good." Didn't he already say that he likes Li Shiyu? Didn't he already decide to hide this feeling? Why would he still do it?
Revealed carelessly.
Shangguan Feng'er could obviously see the loneliness in Shangguan Hao's eyes, so she opened her mouth and said, "Feng'er will return to Qi in a few days. I'm afraid I won't be able to make chicken soup for you like tonight."
Shangguan Hao didn't speak, and the smile on his face stiffened, as if it was covered with frost.
"However, Yu'er's rock sugar lotus seed teal soup is sweeter, less greasy, and more flavorful than this chicken soup. I think the emperor will definitely like it." Shangguan Feng'er said and stood up, turning his back to
Shangguan Hao, don't look at his even colder expression.
Shangguan Hao clenched his fists, his heart felt like being hit by a blunt instrument, and there was a dull pain, but with a smile on his face, he pushed his hands over Shangguan Feng'er's body and said softly, "Okay, after these trivial matters are dealt with, the emperor
My brother then sent someone to Qi to ask for his hand in marriage."
Shangguan Feng'er bit her lip lightly and looked at Shangguan Hao with a smile, "Brother, please rest early, Feng'er has gone back." After saying that, he bowed and left the palace.
Just as he took a step, his left hand was grabbed by Shangguan Hao behind him, "Come with me to see these memorials."
This scene is very familiar, but the attitude is completely different. It was so humble before, but now it is undeniable and strong.
Shangguan Feng'er turned around, nodded with a chuckle and sat down again.
Shangguan Hao stared at her with his bright eyes, stretched out his hand to straighten the black hair on her forehead, and finally his rough, broad palm fell on her beautiful face: Just let me be bold, just once.
"Brother Imperial, read the memorial." Shangguan Feng'er's beautiful eyes dodge slightly, her jade face turned red.
Shangguan Hao smiled empty-handedly, retracted his hand, and secretly clenched his fist, "Forget it, go back and get some rest early."
Shangguan Feng'er looked at Shangguan Hao, sighed inwardly, stood up, and exited the Xuanshi Palace: the only one who could escape from the love disaster was himself.
Looking at the moon-white figure retreating in the darkness, illuminated by the shadowy lights, it is as graceful as a Lingbo fairy, but it becomes more and more ethereal.
Shangguan Hao smiled bitterly: Brother Emperor, Brother Emperor, why should I be your brother? However, haven't I asked myself this question a thousand times? There is no answer, and there will never be an answer.