After traveling through the book, I was pampered by the Imperial Master!

In Yunlan Palace, Wen Renjing sat on the imperial concubine's couch after bathing.

With her head up, Yan Xi behind her was wiping her wet hair thoughtfully, her movements were gentle and orderly, and the huge hall was emitting bursts of sandalwood.

The bright candlelight shone on her delicate and fair little face.

"Your Majesty has just returned to Tianqi City, and will go to Xilin tomorrow. Is it too late?"

"It's not yet the New Year's Eve, the journey is far away, and I won't be able to come back to celebrate the New Year later." Wen Renjing said lightly.

Yan Xi nodded, and then continued: "Then Your Majesty, don't you intend to take Yan Xi there? Doesn't it mean that there is no one around to take care of you?"

A little worried, His Majesty always likes to leave the palace, just like the previous emperors, but she is still very worried about the crisis, but His Majesty has no intention of taking her with her.

"No, it's enough to have a good speech this time, you and Xiao Dezi will manage it in the palace."

Wen Renjing yawned, "There are also many matters in the palace, and you should help the noble concubine to deal with things in the palace. I will go with this matter. By the way, always pay attention to the movement of the Prince Regent's Palace."

"Your Majesty is worried about the Princess Regent?"

Sure enough, he was his confidant, and he knew what he meant with a word.

"En." Wen Renjing responded.

Yan Xi also put the dried hair in front of her, combed it lightly with the wooden comb, the soft black hair even Yan Xi was full of praise.

"Your Majesty's hair is much better than before, but it's a pity that His Majesty can only wear men's clothing, wasting this smooth hair." Yan Xi put her hair down behind her.

Runshun's black hair hangs long behind her back, so black that it shines a little.

After finishing Wen Renjing's hair, Yan Xi stood aside and waited for orders.

"I want to go to Ziyuan, let's drive Ziyuan."

In the huge Ziyuan, there was only faint candlelight, and Wen Renjing lifted the hem of her skirt and walked in.

Yan Xi was called to rest by her.

"Why is Your Majesty bothering you at such a late hour..." the person who opened the door replied.

Wearing lavender clothes, with two small buns on her head, she kept patting her mouth and yawning, her sleepy eyes looked dissatisfied at Wen Renjing who came to visit late at night.

She also knocked Yan Hui on the head unceremoniously, "You bastard, you still remember that I am the emperor."

After all, he walked in on his own.

"Where is the national teacher? You can rest."

Yan Hui followed behind dissatisfied, and quickly followed, "The national teacher knows that you are coming tonight, and I have been waiting for you for a long time, you should go over and have a look."

After opening the door of the hall, Yan Hui hurried back to his room, and got into the quilt all at once.

"Your Majesty, please forgive Yan Sheng's brother for offending me."

A petite figure stood inside the gate of the palace. Although he looked a little younger in age, the etiquette was complete everywhere he went, and his bearing could be seen at a young age.

It's different from Yan Hui's foolish appearance, but what Wen Renjing didn't expect was that Yan Hui was actually his elder brother.

Smiling faintly at Yan Sheng, he walked straight into the hall, and the door was also closed by Yan Sheng.

In the candlelight, the desk was covered with scrolls, and Rong Chen, who was dressed in a purple robe, was surrounded by the scrolls. His long black and thick hair was scattered all around, and his hair was not tied.

When meeting his eyes, it was like the starry sky shining in the cold night.

Rong Chen waved at her, and leaned towards her, "What is Master Guoshi looking at?"

"A little secret technique, Your Majesty wants to watch it together."

The calm and deep voice gradually became clear in the ears, the corners of the mouth were just right, and the dim candlelight seemed like a world away.

Probing into his hand, the densely packed text symbols are very strange, and they are really different from the text of the apocalypse, which makes Wen Renjing's head numb.

Leaning on his chest, touching his black hair, "I'm going to Xilin tomorrow, why don't Master Guoshi accompany you?"

She still remembers the last time, when she went to Qizhou, she never called Rong Chen, Wen Renjing had remembered the look of a resentful woman on her face for a long time, and she would never forget this time.

"So fast, His Majesty only came back yesterday."

Wen Renjing narrowed his eyes and rubbed his hard chest, "Oh, it would be good for the national teacher to go together. I heard that the national teacher once traveled to Xilin with his father. This time, the national teacher But treat me well."

When she was young, she remembered the scene where her father and Rong Chen raced horses together in Xilin, but such opportunities were too rare.

There was no such scene in my later memories. Most of the time, the national teachers were supernatural beings, and it was rare to see the appearance of Rong Chen as a young man.

"Okay." Warm lips pressed against her ears.

It made Wen Renjing's ears itch, and she shrank into his arms. She still smelled of incense after taking a bath, and leaned comfortably in his arms.

The faint scent of xylan lingers in the nose.

In the Prince Regent's Mansion, Shen Qianran was sitting on a chair embroidering tiger-toed shoes, with a soft look on his face unconsciously.

Touching the slightly swollen abdomen, "Son, you came at a bit of a bad time, but what else can mother do?"

Since she was going to give birth to this child, even though she was careful about the previous child, she could not escape bad luck. The sister Shen Qianran thought had nothing to do with her.

When she learned the truth, she still believed it, but the portrait was so similar to her.

It turned out that the mother was so indifferent because she was not her child. The father taught him carefully and echoed in his ears, but everything was an illusion.

How ridiculous.

"Princess, the prince is here." Yushu came out from behind the screen and reported in a low voice.

Mu Xia, who was dressed in a black robe, walked out behind him, and seeing Shen Qianran embroidering, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Shen Qianran raised her head and glanced at it lightly, then shifted her gaze to the embroidery on her hand again, a pair of delicate tiger-toed shoes with extremely golden embroidery.

A voice as calm as water said: "My lord is busy with business, why did you come here tonight, it's just that my temple is too small to accommodate an honorable person like you."

"Qianran, your shoes are good."

Mu Xia smiled blankly, and then sat beside her.

Unconsciously, he put his hand on her shoulder, his body trembled slightly, but he didn't struggle, Shen Qianran's eyes flickered slightly.

Mu Xia said, "Qianran, the imperial physician in the palace will come to take care of you these few days, and your body is more important."

Slowly moving her hand to Shen Qianran's, she also stopped, looked at the person in front of her, and held his fingers instead, even though she had been arguing before.

She is not one to give in, but in front of her is her lover.

"My lord, what happened?" His voice softened a lot, and his eyes shone slightly.

"Your Majesty will get up and go to Xilin tomorrow. The affairs of the court need my attention. I am afraid that the people below will neglect you, so I must take good care of your body."

"West Lin?" Shen Qianran was surprised.