Huaqing Palace.

In the evening, Han Wan came from Yunxiang Palace and sent a bowl of bird's nest porridge to Emperor Xing.

Emperor Xing tasted it twice, and then ordered Han Wan to retreat, and in a deep voice, "I have been busy with government affairs these days, so I won't go to Concubine Yun's place."

It has only been half a month since Concubine Yun is still confined, so he will not pass.

"Yes, I will tell the Empress." Han Lian nodded.

After Emperor Xing retreated, he leaned lazily on the dragon throne, looking depressed.

Guiming held a cup of tea with a wink, "Your Majesty, why haven't your cold been cured yet? Why would you let the imperial physician come and have a look?"

"Doctor Bai has seen it. This is the heat. You have to take care of it slowly. There is no need to call the doctor anymore." Emperor Xing said as he raised his eyelids lazily, "How about the Ninth Princess over the past two days?"

"You can eat and sleep, and you must have recovered from the shock." Gui Ming bowed and replied.

"That's good. You go to the imperial kitchen again. If anyone can make the Ninth Princess appetizing, I will be rewarded."

"The emperor really favors Princess Ninth." He did not care about his body.

"Jing'er is my little lucky star. Who do I don't like her?"

Guiming nodded, "Who said no, the Ninth Princess is the little lucky star in our east. Not only is the emperor favored him, but even the Empress Dowager liked him closely."

When talking about the empress dowager, Emperor Xing frowned slightly, "Can the empress dowager send a message?"

"I am planning to tell the emperor about this. Madam Xu, who is beside the Empress Dowager, returned to the imperial capital in person today, saying that the Empress Dowager will come back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival this year."

"I'm back for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year?" Emperor Xing frowned slightly, "Did the mother hear any news?"

Because of the incident of Prince Wenxian, the relationship between Emperor Xing and the Empress Dowager faded. Although they were mother and son, the Empress Dowager kept treating Emperor Xing coldly and lived in Huangjue Temple for many years to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name. It was not until the birth of the Ninth Princess that their relationship between mother and son was eased a little. Every festival, they would return to Dongming Palace to stay for a month.

However, if the Empress Dowager came back this time and knew that her beloved grandson Jun Qinghan had died, she would definitely not be able to accept it. She was afraid that the relationship between Emperor Xing and the Empress Dowager would fall into a deadlock again.

Guiming lowered his head and did not dare to speak, for fear of saying something wrong, which would make the superior unhappy.

Emperor Xing frowned, "Since my mother is coming back, please continue to ask someone to clean up the Yongshou Palace and prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival from now on."

Guiming lowered his head and whispered a reminder, "Emperor, because the second prince is in poor health, the Empress Dowager has been thinking about the second prince for many years. Is it necessary to let the second prince be...?"

Emperor Xing's cold and eagle's black eyes shrank slightly, "I heard that the second child's legs can be healed?"

Guiming nodded, "I heard that it can be better, but it seems to take some time."

"The second brother's legs can be healed. I want to let him go back to the imperial capital to spend the winter?" Emperor Xing murmured in a deep voice.

"It is a good thing for the emperor to have his legs ready."

Emperor Xing shook his head slightly, "Five years ago, the boss's affairs were a lesson from the past! What's more, the second brother still hates me!"

"The Second Prince doesn't dare, the Emperor treats everyone equally. How could he hate you after you gave it to the Second Prince? It's too late to be grateful." Guiming smiled.

Emperor Xing pondered for a long time before saying, "There is no news from Jiangzhou yet, and I don't know if Che'er has found it now. You send someone to let him release the case temporarily, and then set off to Beijing for the Mid-Autumn Festival at the end of July. Also, you can ask someone to go to Jingzhou and let the second brother come together this time."

"Yes, I'll do it now."

Emperor Xing looked at the faint moonlight outside the window and narrowed his cold eyes slightly.

...

Jiangzhou, Furong Garden.

At night, the stars dotted and the bright moon is like silver.

After taking a shower, Su Qingran pushed the door through her hair and Jun Qinghan had already washed up and sat on the couch happily.

At this time, he was holding a book in his hand, which was a policy of governing the country, and he was reading it with relish.

Su Qingran once read it casually. This policy of governing the country was not only obscure, but also boring. She only read two lines and couldn't read it anymore.

Walking to the couch, I sat down next to the man very naturally, and continued to wipe my hair.

However, as soon as she sat down, Jun Qinghan could no longer read the book in his hand.

The fragrance of the woman's body continued to penetrate his nose, which was fascinating. Her black hair always fell into his book mischievously, leaving a touch of water stain.

Jun Qinghan closed the book, then took the scarf and handkerchief from her and "Come here."

"Hmm?" Su Qingran looked at the man beside her in confusion.

Jun Qinghan pulled the person directly into the couch, let her lie on her legs, wrapped her hair with a towel and wiped it slowly.

Su Qingran's mouth suddenly quenched. The hair on her body was long and thick. She usually had to wipe it for half a time to dry it, and her hands were sore.

Now that someone comes to serve her, she naturally wants it.

With the man pillowing, Su Qingran comfortably kicked her calves against the wall, "Jun Qinghan, when are you going to hang Jiangcheng?"

After scanning her leisurely look, Jun Qinghan's face turned slightly dark. This woman was a servant for him at first, but now she feels the opposite?

"Have it on for two days, and then talk about it when he can't sit still."

"What if he still doesn't say anything?" Su Qingran turned his eyes to look at him, "Isn't it really going to be torture, right?"

"What do you think?"

"I think he can't hold on for long after he fell into your hands and Baili." When they scared the fake Zhou Zheng, they couldn't be broken anymore, right?

Jun Qinghan: "..." What does it mean to fall into his hands?

"Jun Qinghan, I have an idea. I don't know whether to talk or not." Su Qingran spoke hesitantly.

"you say."

"I know some hypnosis, which doesn't come in handy."

"What are you talking about the illusion that Baili has used?"

"You think he is an illusion, that is an illusion."

"If you don't say it, I have forgotten that your ability to perform a corpse and this illusion are taught by that skilled paranormal expert. Now that we are in Jiangzhou, should you take me to meet this master?"

When Su Qingran heard this, she immediately twitched the corner of her mouth, "I... I said that my master has already gone there."

Did she accidentally jump into the pit she dug tonight?

"It's okay, since he has gone, you can take me to worship. He has cultivated such an excellent beloved concubine for me. I want to go and see him in terms of emotion and reason."

Su Qingran: “…”

"Ran'er, you and I are husband and wife, he is your master, why do you have to hide it? That's it. I've been spared in these two days, so you can take your husband to worship."

Before Su Qingran could come to his senses from the man's dark words, her cheeks were burned red by his words "for husband".

Looking at the faint smile on the man's lips, he pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, "Since you sincerely worship me, I'll take you there."
Chapter completed!