Wearing a book, hooking him up

Qianqing Palace.

When Jun Zechen went to Zhaochun Palace last night, the whispers of the palace maids faintly reached his ears.

After hearing those rumors, he frowned, and then he ordered Fuquan in a cold face that any remarks about Concubine Chunshu in the palace must be reported immediately.

As the blood-red setting sun gradually sets in the west, I estimate that His Majesty's memorial should have been dealt with by now.

Fuquan tiptoed into the imperial study, looking a little reserved and his steps were extremely light.

I am preparing to report to Your Majesty some of the news I have learned recently.

"Your Majesty, your servant is here to pay his respects." Fuquan bowed and spoke in a very low voice.

"Your Majesty, there have been some rumors about Concubine Chun Shu in the palace recently."

Fuquan said this with some caution, and at the same time raised his eyes slightly to look at the emperor's expression, fearing that his words would offend the emperor.

When Jun Zechen heard this, an elusive color suddenly flashed in his dark eyes.

"What rumors?" His voice was calm, but it made people feel a sense of pressure for no reason.

"Since the first night of His Majesty's accession to the throne, there has been a rumor in the palace that His Majesty favors the Imperial Concubine the most."

"It is said that His Majesty, for the sake of the Imperial Concubine, even though Concubine Chun Shu came to the Qianqing Palace in person to ask for favor, His Majesty still left Concubine Chun Shu behind and went to the Yikun Palace instead."

When Fuquan said this, his voice trembled slightly and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

These palace servants are really bold. They can actually say such words.

However, there were always many rumors in the harem. Wasn't it the same in the harem of the previous emperor? Which concubine was favored and which was not, who received a reward from His Majesty, these were just gossips among the palace people.

Generally, those in power don't care. The more they punish, the more ferocious the rumors become. Besides, there are many people in the palace, and it is impossible to punish all of them for their gossip.

After he caught the gossipy palace maid today, he gave him a light punishment and a severe warning as a warning to others.

After hearing this, Jun Zechen's face darkened and it seemed as if a layer of frost covered his face.

He frowned slightly, then asked, "Fuquan, Imperial Concubine and Concubine Chunshu, who do you think I favor more?"

His voice was still light, but it seemed to carry a deep meaning. Fuquan had no idea what His Majesty was thinking at the moment.

My heart skipped a beat. Isn't this a fatal question?

What about Anshun?

He has been by Your Majesty's side for so many years, he should be the one to answer this question!

Fuquan hurriedly raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then slowly raised his head with a cautious and tentative look in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, is it... the Imperial Concubine?"

In fact, Fuquan didn't know about the past entanglements between Concubine Duo and Concubine Chunshu in the Eastern Palace.

Just look at what happened after Your Majesty ascended the throne.

When the imperial concubine was the Crown Princess, she offended the late emperor and had no children for three years. The court officials all suggested that the Crown Princess be abolished.

However, His Majesty still appointed the Crown Princess as a noble concubine, allowing her to firmly sit in the highest position in the harem.

Concubine Chunshu not only had a noble status, but also gave birth to the eldest prince. Logically, she deserved the position of queen.

But after His Majesty ascended the throne, he left the position of Queen vacant and let Concubine Chunshu sit below the Noble Concubine. Wasn't the intention of this to tell everyone in the harem that the position of Queen was reserved for the Noble Concubine?

On the first night of his accession to the throne, he even left Concubine Chunshu and went to Yikun Palace.

It seems that Your Majesty really cares more about the Imperial Concubine?

Jun Zechen's extremely cold gaze suddenly fell on Fu Quan like a cold blade.

Fuquan only felt a chill suddenly rising from the soles of his feet, his body trembled violently, and his legs went limp.

He immediately knelt on the ground with a plop, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have tried to guess your Majesty's intentions, and I deserve death."

Jun Zechen pursed his lips tightly, his thin lips stretched into a straight line, and remained silent like a sculpture, without making any sound.

Everyone in the palace thought that he favored the imperial concubine, no wonder she thought so last night.

That's why I was so sad that I said those words.

Jun Zechen's slender fingers tapped on the table, again and again, making a slight sound.

He looked ahead, lost in deep thought.

He broke his promise to Ling Yue, so he always felt guilty towards Ling Yue and always wanted to do his best to make it up to her.

Last night Jun Zechen knew that Ling Yue had kept him on purpose, and the reason why he chose to indulge her was because he could understand Ling Yue.

It was because he had praised Ling Yue too highly in the past that Ling Yue now could not accept such a gap.

But......

His indulgence of Ling Yue yesterday made Yaoyao so sad.

Jun Zechen has always been adept at handling state affairs and has never been so indecisive.

However, facing the two of them, he didn't want to hurt either of them.

He is the emperor and should not be entangled in these matters of love. There is no conflict in pampering Yaoyao and giving Ling Yue status.

Jun Zechen's deep gaze fell on Fu Quan, "Call Consort Chunshu to accompany you."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Fuquan responded hurriedly.

Then he turned around and went out, hurriedly called a young eunuch and asked him to go to Zhaochun Palace quickly.

When Su Jingyao arrived at the Qianqing Palace, Fuquan's originally serious face was immediately filled with smiles, and he slowly took her into the warm room of the Qianqing Palace.

At this time, Jun Zechen was lying on the couch with his body half tilted, one hand lazily supporting his head, and the other hand concentrating on flipping through a yellowed ancient book.

"I see you, Your Majesty."

Su Jingyao walked lightly with lotus steps, bowed gracefully, her voice as sweet as the chirping of an oriole.

Jun Zechen put down the book in his hand upon hearing the voice, stretched out his arm, and brought Su Jingyao directly into his arms.

A hint of resistance flashed across Su Jingyao's face.

She was investigating the case seriously in Zhaochun Palace, but was called to Qianqing Palace by this man for no reason.

What a waste of her precious time!

And her mood at the moment has not yet recovered from her previous unhappiness.

Su Jingyao pursed her rosy lips and sat in front of Jun Zechen reluctantly.

Even though the man's hands were tightly pinching her waist, she stubbornly refused to lie in his arms.

In her opinion, they must now maintain a certain distance between each other.

Jun Zechen propped himself up a little, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked softly, "Are you still angry?"

"Your Majesty, have you calmed me down?"

Su Jingyao said with a cold voice, with a tense face.

Jun Zechen had never seen her act like this. She looked as cold as a winter plum blossom, aloof and cool.

"I didn't tell Yaoyao about her birthday yesterday. I was wrong. I have already sent someone to find the butterfly carp that Yaoyao likes. In addition to the butterfly carp, I have another gift for Yaoyao."

Jun Zechen's magnetic words slowly fell into her ears, his voice deliberately lowered, as if he was deliberately tempting her.

Su Jingyao frowned slightly, and gently pushed him with her slender fingers, and said, "Your Majesty, if you want to give me a gift, please don't get so close to me."

After hearing her words, Jun Zechen raised the corners of his mouth, but he didn't bother with her.

Suddenly, he bit her round and small earlobe gently and said domineeringly, "Don't push me away."

After saying that, Jun Zechen stretched out his arms without saying anything and forced the person into his arms.

He held the pen steadily in his right hand and began to write on the small table on the couch.

When he put pen to paper, his wrist moved flexibly, as smoothly as flowing water, and his handwriting was vigorous and majestic.

But Su Jingyao tilted her head stubbornly and didn't even look at it.

After Jun Zechen finished writing, Su Jingyao still didn't even glance at it.

"Yaoyao, you really don't want to take a look?" Jun Zechen's voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and doting.

He knew that she was being petty, so he reached out from behind, gently twisted her fair chin, and used a little force with his fingers to force her eyes to fall on the paper on the small table.

Wish my dear:

It gathers the blessings of the palace and displays graceful charm.

Inheriting the nobility of the inner court and displaying a graceful figure.

With wisdom in mind, everything you experience is smooth, your face is as beautiful as a flower, and your life is as bright as a flower.

The blessings are profound, with phoenixes flying high and phoenixes flying in the sky, like a fairy descending to the earth.

Every time Jun Zechen thought of the birthday wishes she wrote to him last time, waves of emotion would surge in his heart, warm and deep.

So this time he also wanted to write a similar blessing to her with great care.

He originally thought that she would be filled with joy and look happy, but when Jun Zechen lowered his head to look at her, he did not see the expected smile.

Instead, I saw the corners of her eyes gradually turn red, and crystal tears began to swirl in her eye sockets, slowly becoming moist.

When Jun Zechen saw this, his heart suddenly tightened and he became a little flustered.

"Yaoyao doesn't like it?"

"Is the blessing Your Majesty wrote to me?"

There was a hint of crying in Su Jingyao's voice, and her tone was trembling slightly, which made her look so pitiful that people couldn't help but feel pity for her.

"Is there anyone else here besides Yaoyao?" Jun Zechen's tone was extremely gentle, and his soft words seemed to be able to drip water.

"Then your majesty, do you know what Qingqing means?"

There were tears in Su Jingyao's beautiful eyes, like two dusty gems. She glared at him fiercely, with both grievance and anger in her eyes.

"I love you, so I call you my darling. If I don't call you my darling, who will? If I don't know you, why would I call you that?"

Jun Zechen lowered his head slightly and spoke to her in a low voice.

Su Jingyao naturally knew the meaning of "Qingqing", and that was why she felt even more aggrieved.

The emperor's love was promised too easily, but women always like to hear these sweet words.

When the emperor above everyone else wants to coax you, it's easy to get caught up in it and be unable to extricate yourself.

When Jun Zechen speaks sweet words, I'm afraid no woman can resist it.

I love you so I call you Qing. If I don’t call you Qing, who should call you Qing?

It's fine to just hear it, but could Su Jingyao be as naive as Ling Yue and take it seriously?

A momentary fondness is nothing.

Su Jingyao got down from the couch and bowed gracefully.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. I am deeply touched by your blessing."

"It's just that today the Queen Mother specifically ordered me to investigate the case of the imperial concubine being poisoned. I need to go back to Zhaochun Palace to deal with this matter. If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, I will take my leave now."

Her tone was flat and cold. Su Jingyao lowered her head slightly. Although she didn't see Jun Zechen's expression, she knew that his expression must be not good at this moment.

She knew that she shouldn't continue to quarrel with him like this today, she just wanted to test his bottom line a little.

Su Jingyao bent her legs slightly and maintained a saluting posture, but Jun Zechen did not say anything, and the two of them just stood there in a stalemate.

Gradually, her body began to tremble slightly, and Su Jingyao slowly raised her head and looked at him.

Jun Zechen's face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were cold as he looked straight at her.

How long will she continue to make such a fuss?

Su Jingyao looked at him and felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

This is the emperor. The tenderness and pampering he showed last night were only earned by her affectionate performance, which aroused guilt and pity in Jun Zechen's heart.

After returning to the Qianqing Palace, Jun Zechen is still the almighty emperor.

Su Jingyao looked at his calm face. She really didn't have any capital to continue making trouble with him.

After all, her father, the Shangshu Ling, who was the head of the country's civil officials, was just Jun Zechen's servant. How could she treat Jun Zechen as an equal?

All the women in the harem are like lambs, and he is the master who dominates everything.

It would never be possible for her and Jun Zechen to get along like normal men and women.

So, don't blame her for scheming against him.

Jun Zechen said calmly: "Yaoyao, are you coming over here or going back to Zhaochun Palace?" He patted the couch while speaking.

Su Jingyao bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and walked in front of him.

Jun Zechen saw her coming and hugged her tightly in his arms again.

Then he whispered in her ear: "Yaoyao, you can tell me what you want, and I will satisfy you."

Su Jingyao's eyelashes drooped slightly and trembled slightly.

She doesn't believe it.