The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon

"I just wanted to go out to look at the stars after I finished my meal. The emperor came just in time, just to watch the stars with me." Song Yunzhao put his head on the emperor's shoulder, kicked his skirt lightly with his toes, like a naughty boy, he couldn't have a moment of leisure .

Feng Yi's heart seemed to relax along with Song Yunzhao's naughty toes, and a smile gradually formed on his face.

Song Yunzhao didn't speak any more, just silently watched the stars with the emperor. The emperor was obviously in a bad mood, so she had better be honest. The emperor was moody and grudge-loving, so she couldn't put herself in it, just make people happy.

Xiangxue retreated with the palace staff, there were only two people in the courtyard.

This kind of tranquility fit Feng Yi's mind. He held Song Yunzhao's hand in silence, and the people around him were silent with him. The feeling seems to be good.

Song Yunzhao's mind was diverging, wondering if he was making the emperor happy?

When a person does not want to talk, it is best for the people around him not to talk too much. The best company is to be silent with him.

She should be doing right.

Just thinking about this, she suddenly felt the eyes of the people around her. She raised her head slightly, and was facing the emperor's dark eyes. At this moment, there seemed to be light flickering in those eyes.

Song Yunzhao was dazed, and before she could figure it out, she saw the emperor's face getting closer and closer to her, and their breaths were entangled under the moonlight.

Song Yunzhao's heart was pounding, the emperor had committed a foul, what did he want to do this late at night?

Feng Yi watched Song Yunzhao's fair face turn red for an instant, his brows and eyes could not help but flicker, and there was light shining in those black eyes. Blocking her moist eyes, she lowered her head and kissed the red lips.

Song Yunzhao's mind is in a mess, isn't he in a bad mood? Isn't it decadent? Isn't he watching the stars and the moon with him to purify his soul?

Is this... the result of purification?

She doesn't quite understand the brain circuit of the emperor, but people are coming to her door, so she dare not push out such a handsome guy.

Song Yunzhao stretched out his arms to embrace the emperor's waist and immediately moved towards him. Feng Yi looked at the man locked tightly in his arms, a rosy glow appeared on Bai Yu's face, and ripples rippled in his heart from his watery eyes. Little by little, poured it into his heart.

Feng Yi stood up abruptly, picked him up, and strode towards the bedroom.

Song Yunzhao caught off guard and hugged the emperor's neck tightly, and let out a small exclamation, and before she recovered, she had already fallen into the soft brocade mattress.

The bed curtain covered in brocade fell down, blocking out the lights in the room. Song Yunzhao's heart beat violently, and the lights in the tent were dim, reflecting Feng Yi's face with sharp edges and corners, and those eyes seemed to be burning with fire. It will melt her in an instant.

This is not her illusion. Tonight's emperor is not only fast but also has a long standby time. She, a cannon fodder, finally understands the treatment of a romantic heroine...

When Song Yunzhao woke up the next day, there was no one around him. She collected herself and remembered what happened last night, so angry that she couldn't help punching the bed.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Xiangxue's voice, Song Yunzhao hurriedly said, "It's nothing, you go and do your work, I'll lie down for a while."

Xiangxue backed away in response, and Song Yunzhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly remembering something, Song Yunzhao reached out to the wooden grid next to the bed and took out the booklet and crumpled it into a ball. As long as she remembered last night, she wished that this thing had never appeared.

There was no queen in the palace and there was no need to go to pay her respects, Song Yunzhao simply fell asleep again, and when she woke up again, she heard voices outside, hurriedly put on her outer clothes and sat up, opened the curtains, and the voice became more real, and she actually heard the voice of the emperor the sound of.

As soon as she moved this way, the voices of the people outside paused, followed by the sound of footsteps coming in, and when she raised her head, she met Feng Yi's face.

Song Yunzhao doesn't really want to see him now, but she dares to kick him out when he comes?

Don't dare, dare not!

"Why is the emperor here?" Song Yunzhao asked with a smile.

Feng Yi coughed a little uncomfortably, and then said: "I'm here to see you, and I will have lunch with you."

Seeing the emperor's uneasy look, Song Yunzhao felt relieved, but...lunch?

She hurriedly turned her head to check the time, and it was indeed lunch time, she did not expect to sleep for so long.

This is embarrassing.

Song Yunzhao hurriedly found an excuse to change clothes and slipped away. The emperor looked at her back and smiled, and followed her out.

Song Yunzhao tidied himself up, his heart had been built, and looking at the emperor was no different from looking at a big pig's hoof.

Looking at Song Yunzhao's expression, Feng Yi smiled even more, and pulled her to sit down and eat.

Song Yunzhao was really hungry, and she had to worry about how she ate in front of the emperor, but her speed was definitely not slow, and she felt more comfortable after she padded her belly.

Seeing her like this, Feng Yi reached out to pick up vegetables for her and put them in a bowl, thinking that he really seemed to have gone a little too far last night.

After finishing the meal, he entered the inner hall to speak.

Seeing that the emperor was in a good mood, Song Yunzhao thought that something about the Edict of Guilt had developed differently this morning, but she couldn't take the initiative to ask, and she didn't know how the Minister of Dali Temple operated it.

Feng Yi was really in a good mood, and he even dragged Song Yunzhao to take a lunch break with him, but there was no fuss at the moment, and the two of them leaned together to talk.

"The emperor seems to be in a good mood today, did you encounter any happy things?" Song Yunzhao asked tentatively, thinking that with the emperor's temper, she might not be able to say anything.

Feng Yi looked sideways at Song Yunzhao, stretched out his hand to gently pinch her face, and then said with a smile: "I have a clue about sending imperial envoys to the south for disaster relief, so I am naturally happy."

Song Yunzhao thought it was true, and was thinking about how to reply, when he heard the emperor say: "The minister of Dali Temple is the imperial envoy, and your father is the deputy envoy to assist."

Song Yunzhao almost jumped up, staring at the emperor with wide eyes, "My father? Your Majesty, what are you kidding? How can this be done? If the Emperor sees the face of his concubine, please take it back."

Song Yunzhao never expected that the emperor would ask her father to be the deputy of Dali Siqing. With her father's qualifications, this is a leapfrog promotion. The foundation is unstable, like a castle in the air. Isn't this suddenly pushed to the forefront?

Feng Yi didn't expect a word to scare Song Yunzhao like this, so he quickly sat up and patted her on the shoulder and said, "What are you afraid of? Your father has experience in flood control, and being a temple minister in Taipu Temple is too talented. Although the minister of Dali Temple is You are an imperial envoy, but you have no experience. Your father is accompanying you. You will definitely be able to show your talents this time. Yun Zhao, you are only Jieyu now. Achievements in politics, understand?"