Jian Ruocheng hastily took a step aside, leaned over and cupped his hands, and said, "I pay my respects to Concubine Kang."
With a gust of fragrant wind, Wu Wan walked over slowly.
She looked at Jian Ruocheng and nodded, "Master Jian has worked hard."
Jian Ruocheng bowed again, without raising her head, and retreated.
Wu Wan also walked towards the Hall of Martial Arts, one foot had already stepped into the threshold, but she stopped again, and looked back at Jian Ruocheng's tall and straight back, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.
Walking into the Hall of Martial Heroes, I saw that Zhu Feng was still holding the imperial pen in his hand, as if he was about to write something on the memorial, but his face was gloomy, the pen was hanging in the air, and he didn't write a word for a long time.
Wu Wan stepped forward, and Yingying prostrated herself on the ground: "Your Majesty."
Zhu Feng came back to his senses and looked down at her.
"How did you come."
"The concubine has been busy with government affairs after hearing that the emperor returned to the palace, and worried about the emperor's dragon body."
"..."
"So, I specially cooked some soup and sent it to the emperor."
After finishing speaking, he beckoned, and Qiao Yun behind him offered a small soup cup. Zhu Feng was silent for a while, put down the imperial pen and took it, opened it, and there was a cup of tea-colored soup inside, with a light and delicate fragrance. I know it has been steamed for a long time.
He nodded: "Well, you are thoughtful."
After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and signaled her to sit down.
Only then did Wu Wan sit on the chair next to her, watched Xiao Shunzi put a bowl of soup into his hand, drank it little by little, and then said with a smile: "It's just a coincidence that my concubine came, I just saw Lord Jane go out."
Zhu Feng's face darkened unconsciously.
"Oh, you met him."
"That's right, speaking of it, Lord Jane is also working hard. These emperors go up to the altar, and Lord Jane comes into the palace every day, presumably - he is also busy with political affairs."
Zhu Feng's hand paused slightly, and the spoon hit the bowl with a "ding" sound.
He said: "Jian Ruocheng, do you enter the palace every day?"
"yes."
"..."
"So does the lady secretary."
"..."
"The concubine was surprised before. The emperor went to the Great Sacrifice Altar. She should be fine. Why does she come to Shangbaosi every day?"
"..."
"Now that I think about it, I should be doing my best."
Zhu Feng looked at the little soup left at the bottom of the bowl, but couldn't drink it anymore. He put the bowl on the table and said, "You know, it's quite a lot."
When Wu Wan heard this, her heart trembled.
She hurriedly said: "The emperor and the empress left the palace, and the harem was handed over to my concubine. Naturally, my concubine should be considerate in everything. Only this time, what happened to Du Jieyu was due to my negligence."
"..."
"The concubine came here today to plead guilty to the emperor."
After speaking, she got up and knelt down in front of him.
Zhu Feng looked at her with a sullen face for a while, then waved his hand lightly: "Forget it, it's not a big deal."
"..."
"Go down, I want to be alone for a while."
Wu Wan hurriedly said: "Yes, my concubine is resigning."
After finishing speaking, he exited the Hall of Martial Arts.
The door closed slowly, as if blocking the sunlight outside. Wu Wan turned her head and looked at Zhu Feng sitting in front of the table with a gloomy face. Those deep eyes were like a bottomless cold pool at the moment, and her face was exposed. With a cold smile.
The Hall of Martial Arts fell silent under a dull atmosphere.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Feng said, "Come here."
Xiao Shunzi hurried forward: "What is the emperor's order?"
"Go, call Shang Baosi's guards to me."
"… yes."