No matter what thought the emperor went to Xihe palace for, Zhuang Luoyan was dressed in the same style as before. There was no need to put on Rouge powder. His hair should be fragrant and soft, and his clothes should be loose. After all, the emperor came to the concubines' Palace at night to cover the quilt, chat or fight, not to see how women remove their make-up and hairpin rings.

It's better to leave this kind of thing for the emperor to do in broad daylight, and it's suitable to do things at night.

Feng Jin went to Xihe palace. He was not surprised to see Zhuang Luoyan standing at the gate of the palace. He stepped down and picked up Zhuang Luoyan. "It's getting cold in spring these days. I want to be careful."

"I'm very warm. The emperor doesn't have to worry," Zhuang Luoyan rubbed the emperor's hand with his other hand. "It's the emperor's hand that's so cold. I've prepared hot soup for the emperor. Please warm yourself up."

Feng Jin clapped his other hand on the back of Zhuang Luoyan's hand. "You don't have to be nervous, but it's just a little wind." With that, he led Zhuang Luoyan into the room.

Xihe palace has no special fumigation fragrance, but it has some grass fragrance, which is the special feature of Zhuang Luoyan. Every time I go to the place where Zhuang Luoyan lives, I think of all kinds of natural things. For example, peach fragrance in June, lotus fragrance in July, mint fragrance in August are always refreshing things. So when it was hot last year, he also preferred to go to Zhuang Luoyan's residence. On a hot day, even if there was ice in the room, no one liked to smell the messy aroma.

Hand to the peanut Coix taro soup in front of the emperor, Zhuang Luoyan said with a smile: "emperor, this is my concubine let the small kitchen simmer, you try."

There is a delicious soup in the celadon bowl, which gives Feng Jin some appetite after blowing some cold spring wind all the way. He takes the silver spoon from Zhuang Luoyan and drinks it. The temperature of the soup seems to be warm to his stomach.

"It's delicious. I've never tasted this kind of soup before. It seems that the cook in your kitchen has some skills." Feng Jin took a few more drinks before he put down the bowl. After gargling, he looked at Zhuang Luoyan with a smile. "If I want to eat delicious food in the future, it seems that I will come to Aifei."

"If the emperor likes it, it's OK to transfer the cook to the imperial dining room," Zhuang Luoyan said with a smile. "But I taught her this dish. If I think of other dishes, I'll let the cook go."

"Since you think, I need a cook to do something. You are enough." Feng Jin smiles. Seeing that Zhuang Luoyan's face is moved, he gets up and holds Zhuang Luoyan's waist with one hand. "It's late. Let's have a rest with Princess Ai."

As soon as the people in the waiting palace saw this, someone immediately came forward and took down the curtain, leaving room for the emperor and Zhao Xianrong.

Outside the heavy curtain, Gao Dezhong leads several palace maids and eunuchs to wait quietly. Standing opposite him are two big palace maids of Xihe palace. He says with a smile: "just now, Zhao Xianrong's hand seems to be a little red, but Zhao Xianrong cooked for the Emperor himself?"

"This..." Listen to bamboo some embarrassment, "Gao Gonggong, Niang Niang told maidservants before not to say more, also please Gonggong don't embarrass us."

"You and I all serve the master. My father-in-law understands," Gao Dezhong sighed. "The emperor will understand the mind of the empress." He understood that Zhao Xianrong had paid his true love to the emperor, otherwise he would not have done these things secretly in front of the emperor.

Cloud Xi smell speech to Gao Dezhong blessing, "my father-in-law is very observant, but I beg my father-in-law don't tell the emperor this matter, the slave here thanks my father-in-law's great kindness."

Other masters try their best to show themselves in front of the emperor. Zhao Xianrong is so good that he doesn't dare to let the emperor know what she wants. Seeing Yun Xi's sad face, Gao Dezhong nods his head to answer. He won't say. As for whether the emperor will ask, it's none of his business.

In view of the frequent visits of the emperor to the harem, Zhuang Luoyan thought that the emperor would have a pure chat with her. What he didn't expect was that the emperor was still in a good mood. After a storm, Zhuang Luoyan was lying on the emperor's chest with a head of green silk. He secretly wondered if the emperor would have such a nightmare tonight.

"Master, it's getting late. Let's settle it earlier." Dawn for ningguiren put on a dress, see ningguiren also stroked the Emperor gave the Qin, "the Emperor today went to Xihe palace, won't come again."

"Yes, he is the emperor, the emperor of all the women in the harem, not me." Ning Guiren grinned bitterly, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the direction of Xihe palace. "Entering the palace was not my wish. The emperor's pity and favor made me forget that this is the back palace."

"Master, don't think so. The emperor is good to you. The Huacai people and Yancai people who entered the palace with you have not been spoiled by the emperor so far." Chenxi put away the piano. "Since you entered the palace, the emperor has stayed with you, and the reward is constant. When you come into the harem, you are constantly conjectured. How can the emperor stay here? "

"Why do you persuade me?" Ning GUI said with a smile. "There are so many women in the harem. It's natural for the emperor to go there. What's more, Zhaoxian Rong is favored. It's normal for the emperor to go there."

Thinking of a few conversations in the imperial garden, Ning Guiren looks back to the direction of Xihe palace. Although Zhao Xianrong is not versatile, his easygoing nature makes the emperor dote on him.

In the morning, Feng Jin wakes up and seldom has breakfast with Zhuang Luoyan. Zhuang Luoyan carries a bowl of Pearl japonica rice porridge. "It's really peaceful to get up in the morning.""You are so tired and lazy that you should walk more in the morning," Feng Jin said. He picked a piece of cake and put it in Zhuang Luoyan's bowl. "Don't always stay in the palace on weekdays. It's good to walk more."

"I also passed by," Zhuang Luoyan argued. "Yesterday, I met Ning Fei Niang and Ning Guiren in the imperial garden. The Begonia of Ning Fei Niang is very beautiful."

"Ning Fei's paintings are incomparable in this palace, Ning GUI people..." Feng Jin frowned and said, "although the surname of Ning Guiren is Ning, there are still some conflicts with the title of Ning imperial concubine. According to my will, although Ning Shengyu has a surname of Ning, because Ning imperial concubine has used this name, Ning Shengyu is granted the title of Qian."

Qian? Is the title too superficial? Zhuang Luoyan said with a smile, "Your Majesty, I feel that I've got a problem. It's better to change the title."

In a short time, the imperial edict was issued to the harem. For a moment, the people in the harem did not know whether the emperor favored Ning or did not care. He said that he didn't care and turned over Ning's teeth several times. If you care, how can you give a Qian the title for Ning's collision with Ning Fei's title.

"Noble man?" When the queen heard the emperor's will, she laughed, "the wind and moon in the south tower are still long, don't hate it for no reason.

Qian who flute rely on danger, tonight fall plum sound, resentment Guanshan. It's a good title

"This lady is fine. Why did the emperor think of changing her title?" Diancui hesitated and said, "Niang Niang, the emperor lived in Xihe palace yesterday. Does this have something to do with zhaoxianrong?"

"Whether it's related or not, the emperor's will, we just need to correct the name," said the queen with a cold smile.

No matter whether it is Zhuang Luoyan's handwriting or not, the emperor will remember to go to her when he dotes on Ning's family, which shows Zhuang Luoyan's position in the emperor. However, if the emperor dotes on her more than Princess Shu, it's not a bad thing. At least, she doesn't have such scheming.

Ningsheng taro after receiving the will, some confused in the heart, what is the collision Ning Fei? When she first entered the palace, she had no title, so she took her surname as her surname. Is this also a collision?

"Master..." Dawn looks at her anxiously.

"It's OK," Ning Sheng taro lowered his eyelids. "In the back palace, it's not the emperor's favor to have a title."

Just this title to the unbearable, let a Qian word also become ridiculous.

The women in the back palace all admire Zhuang Luoyan's good means. This is not only a way to show affection to Ning Fei, but also a way to give the new Ning family a lower hand.

Just when everyone lamented Zhuang Luoyan's favor, another thing happened in the back palace. Ye Guiren died in the dry well of Jingqiu Pavilion. The dry well was not high enough to kill people, so the emperor was very angry and ordered a thorough investigation.

"The emperor, the empress, the slave found a piece of this thing in Ye Gui Ren's skirt lining. I think it's the evidence Ye Gui Ren left to remind us when the murderer didn't pay attention to it," the eunuch of Dianzhong province presented a broken cloth.

The queen looked into the tray. The painting on this piece of silk was obviously a corner of the peacock's tail. It was Ye Guiren who tore off a small piece of it and hid it in his inner skirt in a hurry.

Feng Jin, who was tasting tea with the queen, also looked at the plate and frowned slightly.

"Niang Niang, the maidservant looks at the peacock tail, which is similar to the paper kite that zhaoxianrong Niang put a few days ago." he frowned and looked at the dish a few more times. "It must be the maidservant's mistake."

"No matter what, this matter should be investigated carefully," the queen looked at the emperor, "emperor, look at this..." She knew that Zhuang Luoyan was favored, and the day Zhao Xianrong put Zhiyuan, the emperor and Zhao Xianrong were together, so only when the emperor spoke about this matter, she could rest assured that people would go to check Zhuang Luoyan.

"Since Zhao Xianrong has doubts about this matter, I'll call Zhao Xianrong to ask him," Feng Jin put down his tea cup. "I also want to find out this matter well."

Empress Wen Yan nodded to the eunuch in charge, and the eunuch in charge retreated lightly.

Feng Jin looks at the blue and white porcelain tea cup on the table with no expression. He doesn't find that the beloved concubine is what she should look like when she framed the murderer.

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