Male God, a Little Su

After saying that, he strode back into the house and closed the door with a 'pop'.

The two little eunuchs touched their cold necks and couldn't help muttering, "Is this kid a mad dog?"

Arrest who bite who?

They turned back, ready to continue on duty.

One of them suddenly took a step and said suspiciously: "Hey...isn't it? Why did his leg suddenly heal again?"

"Maybe it's slowing down."

No explanation, no one would have thought that he would pretend to be on purpose.

The imperial concubine didn't punish him at all, so there was no need for him to pretend to be immobile to gain sympathy.

Also, is the imperial concubine such a sympathetic person?

...

Winter nights are long.

Bi Yu lived in a small compartment in the bedroom, which was dimly lit. Meng Yunniang opened her eyes and stared straight at the bed tent above her head.

Everything in her palace of glory was chosen by Xiao Qinghe himself.

She likes plain colors, but in this palace, too plain colors are unlucky.

Like palace concubines, who always wear fancy colors, they rarely see those unlucky colors.

But because she liked it, Xiao Qinghe ordered the Ronghua Hall to be decorated little by little in the way Meng Yunniang liked.

But now, there are no people who can appreciate with her.

After the previous series of footsteps passed, it never appeared again.

Well, there is only one possibility.

Concubine Rong was left to sleep in Ganquan Palace, Meng Yunniang sneered, turned over, and forced herself to close her eyes.

Expecting the emperor's love is a fool's idea.

...

Ganquan Palace.

Concubine Rong was lying on the side of the table, so sleepy that her eyelids were fighting, but she was reluctant to close her eyes.

She looked intently at Xiao Qinghe, who was handling official business at the desk, and there was a hint of distress in her eyes. Look closely, there is a trace of resentment in it.

He blamed him for abandoning the harem for a woman who didn't know where she came from, regardless of years of friendship.

also abandoned her.

Xiao Qinghe let out a sigh of relief, looked up and found that Concubine Rong was still there.

He pinched his eyebrows, "Concubine Rong, go back and rest first. Come on, send Concubine Rong back."

Because the heavy snow destroyed villages and crops, countless people were left homeless, and frozen corpses could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Ministers in the DPRK and China have repeatedly said that all parties are preparing to discuss a solution that can be solved.

But there are too many refugees, and it is not a good idea to open the treasury for disaster relief.

"My concubine, don't—"

Seeing Xiao Qinghe exit, he wants to drive her away.

Before Concubine Rong could say anything, tears fell first. She took a few steps forward, tugging at Xiao Qinghe's sleeve, and complained, "How long does the emperor remember that he hasn't come to see his concubine? Is it? The concubine doesn't want much, I just want to see the emperor a few more times here, isn't it okay?"

She swayed Xiao Qinghe's sleeves with tears in her eyes, tears like beads with broken threads.

The cry is the pear blossom with rain, so pitiful.

Xiao Qing and Ben were still a little angry, and when they heard this, they felt a little bit wrong.

Thinking that for Meng Yunniang's sake in the future, he would have to disband the harem, and then——

He sighed, there was still some friendship in the end, he stretched out his hand and patted Concubine Rong's face, and said softly: "I still have a lot of things to do, you will get sick if you sit so dry all night in the cold weather, since you don't want to Go, go to the apse and rest. You cry like a child, and you are not afraid of people's jokes?"