"Your Majesty, Concubine Yun is asking to see you." Li Cheng'an stood at the side of the court case and bowed respectfully to report.
"I don't see you." Song Huaiyuan held a vermilion pen in his hand and sketched a few times on the memorial without raising his head.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Li Cheng'an retreated obediently, and came in a while later to report: "Your Majesty, Concubine Yun said that His Majesty is busy with state affairs, and she does not want to disturb her. She is just worried that His Majesty will be exhausted, so she specially boiled some sweet soup for you." Your Majesty relieves fatigue..."
Song Huaiyuan put down his pen, glanced at the tray in Li Chengan's hand, and said calmly, "Send it up."
The soup cup with blue and white porcelain bottom on the tray is very delicate, the porcelain is as fine and white as snow jade, which makes the soup inside look very beautiful.
"It smells so good." Song Huaiyuan brought the soup cup to his nose and smelled it.
Li Cheng'an hurriedly apologized when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Yes, Concubine Yun is ingenious and skillful, and her cooking skills are naturally excellent. Your Majesty is very happy."
Song Huaiyuan put the soup cup back to the imperial case, his voice could not tell the joy or anger: "You are rewarded."
"This... slaves dare not."
Song Huaiyuan said "Oh?" lightly.
Cold sweat broke out on Li Cheng'an's forehead for a moment, and he said tremblingly: "Yes, yes, I will drink it right now, I will thank Your Majesty Long En." As he spoke, he took the soup cup respectfully, and drank it in two or three gulps.
"fool."
Li Chengan trembled in fright, and quickly knelt on the ground to plead guilty.
Song Huaiyuan narrowed his eyes and said: "Go and tell Concubine Yun that she is pregnant and will not be too tired. From now on, these things will be done by servants. I will go to see her later."
"Yes." Li Cheng'an quickly got up and walked out of the imperial study as if he had been pardoned.
When Song Huaiyuan arrived at Yunqi Palace, the moon was already in the sky.
Concubine Yun greeted Yu Jia at the gate of the palace early, with a sweet and gentle smile on Bo Shi Fendai's face, and said with a smile: "The concubine sees Your Majesty..."
Song Huaiyuan stretched out his hand to help, and led the people into the palace, saying: "You are heavy, so you don't need to stick to these trivial etiquette."
"Your Majesty, the etiquette cannot be discarded." Concubine Yun looked over briskly, her eyes like autumn water seemed ashamed and angry, and she hesitated to speak.
Song Huaiyuan hugged her waist and smiled: "Aifei is sensible."
"Your Majesty..."
When the two arrived in the hall, Concubine Yun took off her outer robe while serving Song Huaiyuan, and sat on the soft couch in the sleeping hall, carefully asking with a bit of coquettishness: "Is Your Majesty satisfied with the sweet soup that my concubine made today?"
"My concubine has always been dexterous, how can I be dissatisfied."
"Your Majesty..." Concubine Yun gave Song Huaiyuan a shy and timid look, and that glance seemed to contain something else, with a bit of seductive charm, "Your Majesty, tonight..."
Song Huaiyuan leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and then the kiss gradually went down, lingering on her fair neck and nibbling carefully.
Concubine Yun panted slightly, her two slender arms slowly wrapped around Song Huaiyuan's neck, her body got closer to Song Huaiyuan's embrace, her winking eyes were like silk.
Song Huaiyuan suddenly stopped.
He got up, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of smoldering in his eyes.
"Your Majesty?" Concubine Yun was puzzled and slightly terrified.
Song Huaiyuan caressed Concubine Yun's slightly swollen abdomen, and smiled softly, that smile gave people an illusion of tenderness and tenderness.
He said: "My concubine is still pregnant, so I need to be more careful. If the child is born in the future, if the child is a dragon... then he will be my crown prince."
Concubine Yun was startled, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her heart jumped.
She forced herself to suppress the ecstasy in her heart, lowered her head pretending to be docile, and said: "What Your Majesty said...is it true?"
"Naturally." Song Huaiyuan's smile remained unchanged, "My concubine should rest well, I won't be resting here today."
Concubine Yun was already dazzled by joy, she didn't care about where Song Huaiyuan was resting, and hurriedly said: "The concubine sends you off to Your Majesty."
Song Huaiyuan walked out of the palace gate step by step, looking back at the brightly lit Yunqi Palace, his eyes were gloomy.
Then he stepped onto the imperial chariot that had been waiting for a long time at the gate of the palace, and left without hesitation, never turning back from the beginning to the end.
The night was dark, and the imperial chariot, which was slowly heading towards Jingren Hall, finally disappeared in the vast night, and no trace could be found.
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"Li Chengan, how is Zhuangyuan Lang's recovery?"
"Returning to Your Majesty, Doctor Zhang said that Zhuangyuanlang's wound is festering, and I'm afraid it will take a while to recover."
Song Huaiyuan hummed, and then asked, "What did Ying Shuo say when I sent you to Zhuangyuan's Mansion?"
"Return to Your Majesty, Zhuangyuan Lang said..." Li Chengan hesitated, and stopped talking.
Song Huaiyuan narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"
"Zhuangyuan Lang said... that he is grateful for His Majesty's kindness, but... it's just that he never intended for these gold and silver treasures." Li Chengan said frightenedly.
Logically speaking, these words should be disrespectful, but Song Huaiyuan laughed abruptly. The smile was a little surprised and mocking.
That night Song Huaiyuan drew up an imperial decree.
So ten days later, all the scholars of Xinke were dispatched to leave Beijing, and each went to work in the local area. The only champion Lang Yingshuo stayed in Beijing, but he was not awarded any official position.
Today, the Holy One only bestowed on him a palace named Zheyu.
Fold your wings and imprison you for life.