How many women in the palace really love Feng Ruohen?
There are caring people in the world, but when they encounter the word "love", no matter how smart they are, they can't escape the fog.
Qin'er thought that since she married him and loved him, he no longer needed anyone else, and completely forgot to care about the powerful relationships between the DPRK and China.
Although the two of them had lunch together, they were relatively speechless and the atmosphere was awkward.
During the interval, there were two desperate ministers who asked to meet. Qin'er listened for a while and then realized that this was no longer a matter that could be decided in one sentence.
When the little palace maid approached her before, she should have known that Feng Ruohen's status was extraordinary, and if she wanted to marry him, she would naturally not have an easy life in the future.
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It's late at night.
The early summer moon was bright and clear, and its soft brilliance enveloped the palace.
Some people can't sleep at night, tossing and turning. The more quiet they are, the harder it is to calm down.
Finally he got up, hurriedly changed his clothes, quietly went to the dining room to make tea, and walked under the moonlight all the way to Feng Ruohen's residence.
The lights in Fengyu Tower were still dimly on.
Qin'er stood outside the door and hesitated, then heard a man's elegant voice coming from inside, "Who?"
She was slightly stunned. Now that everyone was here, she gathered her thoughts and walked in in response.
Feng Ruohen estimated that she was the only one who would come looking for him at such a late hour, but he didn't expect it when he saw the hot tea she was holding.
Qin'er's always cold face seemed to have softened a lot for some reason. She walked in with a smile and walked away from the scene.
There are so many memorials piled up on the desk that I might not even be able to read them all at dawn.
What is the difference between this and the king of a country?
Seeing her coming, he put down the cinnabar pen that he had held in his hand for who knows how long, leaned back on the chair, and asked with a smile, "Can you bring me some tea?"
Qin'er felt guilty and hurriedly put the warm tea in front of him to cover up.
Without looking at him, he turned around and said, "If you choke me as soon as I come, I'd better leave."
Her movements were not as fast as Feng Ruohen's. Before she even took a step forward, someone leaned forward and reached out to grab her.
"We're all here. If I don't let you say some things, I'm afraid someone won't be able to sleep tonight."