I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

Xiao Ye nodded as if he understood. Su Minglang looked up at the desolate yard and couldn't help humming a little tune.

This piece of music was not played or composed by some elegant celebrity, but a folk tune that could not be more vulgar. She learned it from the opera troupe that came to perform in Su Mansion when she was a child.

"In February, the sky is snowing, and I am waiting for Nalang to arrive at dawn."

"The wind outside the house sounds like a wooden flute, just like the man returning home."

"Leaning against the railing and looking at the distant mountains, the north wind blows the grass away..."

The song is about a husband who leaves his hometown to go on a business trip, and his wife waits for three years but cannot see him. Looking north at the cold mountains, she can only hear the whistling wind, which blows up the grass in front of the house.

The sky was getting dark, and the setting sun dyed half of it red. The dinner had been reheated over and over again, but it tasted like wax in Su Minglang's mouth.

She waited for Xiao Heng in the room until she was starving, but all she got was Xiao Xizi coming to tell her to have dinner first.

Just say that Xiao Heng still has work to do, and no one will care how long she has been waiting.

Su Minglang suddenly felt like she was waiting for Xiao Heng's arrival like the Husband-Waiting Rock.

As Su Minglang thought about it, she became more and more angry. She bit the chopsticks in her mouth hard. The sourness from her teeth went straight to her brain. She quickly put down her chopsticks and decided not to embarrass herself.

"Forget it, let's all retreat!" Su Minglang waved his hand and said.

She didn't even take a few bites of the food on the table as it was taken away by the servants. It wasn't that she was spoiled, but the soup that was reheated over and over again was really unpalatable.

"Xiao Ye." Su Minglang held his still empty stomach and ordered, "Ask the kitchen to cook a bowl of sweet soup and send it over."

Xiao Ye responded by going downstairs, and did not forget to bring a plate of pastries for Su Minglang to fill his stomach first.

But before Xiao Ye's sweet soup arrived, Xiao Heng arrived first.

As the eunuch's sharp voice came from outside the house, Su Minglang didn't care about his hungry stomach and hurriedly stood up to greet him.

There was nothing she could do, nothing she could do. Even if she was angry, Xiao Heng was still the emperor, and she still had to act calm and elegant in front of him.

"Your Majesty, your servant greets you." Su Minglang was helped up by Xiao Heng before she even bent her knees. She led the people into the house, and Xiao Heng waved his hand to signal Xiao Xizi to wait outside.

Su Minglang looked back and said to Xiao Heng, "The cold night is unbearable, why not let the eunuchs rest in the side hall."

"After all, His Majesty still needs them on a daily basis."

"My beloved concubine is beautiful and kind-hearted. I wonder how many lifetimes I have accumulated to be blessed enough to have such a virtuous wife like you?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Heng cast an approving look at her.

Su Minglang gently tugged at Xiao Heng's sleeve and blushed. The cold air on his sleeves was shaken off, adding a bit of coolness to the room.

When Xiaoye came back with the sweet soup, he found that the house was full of people and he didn't know whether he should go in.

Xiao Xizi saw her at once and walked towards her, "Miss Xiaoye?"

He glanced at what Xiao Ye was holding and said with a smile, "Empress Zhaoyi is really thoughtful. She knew that Your Majesty hadn't eaten yet, so she served it right after he entered the room?"

"Miss Xiaoye, please go in quickly. It will be bad if it gets cold later."

Xiao Ye didn't know what to say for a moment, so he nodded stiffly and walked in.

"Your Majesty, I greet you." Xiao Ye knelt down and saluted. She glanced at Su Minglang and said, "Your Majesty thought that Your Majesty might not have had dinner yet, so she asked me to go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of sweet soup."

"My beloved is so thoughtful." Xiao Heng felt even happier seeing Su Minglang being so considerate. He waved his hand to signal Xiaoye to come over, and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

Su Minglang doesn't like sweets very much, so Xiaoye specifically asked him to add less sugar when cooking. This bowl of Tremella and lotus seed soup is less sweet, but instead brings out the fragrance of the lotus seeds.

Moreover, Su Minglang likes fresh lotus seeds, especially the green core of the lotus seeds. The slightly bitter taste goes well with the sweet soup and the soft and sticky white fungus. Xiao Heng quickly put the bowl of steaming sweet soup into his stomach.

"Leaving the lotus seeds cored does have a stronger effect of clearing away internal heat. My beloved concubine really understands my opinion." After drinking a bowl of hot soup, Xiao Heng felt that all the coldness in his body had dissipated, and a lot of the boredom he had felt during the day also dissipated.

Su Minglang looked at the clean bowl reluctantly, saying something against his will: "Your Majesty likes to be better."

"I thought that Your Majesty must have not eaten because he was busy with official duties. It would be inappropriate to eat too much at this late hour, as it would inevitably delay your sleep at night."

"Although it is winter now, the fire pot is still burning brightly. Staying in the house all day, the hot fire will make you feel annoyed. Although the lotus seed core is bitter, it is a good thing to clear away heat."

"As long as Your Majesty doesn't think that I am acting on my own will, that's fine." After saying that, Su Minglang lowered her head shyly.

Xiao Heng stretched out his hand and lifted her chin. The deep infatuation in his eyes attracted him firmly. But when he thought of the important things he had to say, Xiao Heng hurriedly drank a cup of tea.

"Your Majesty?" Su Minglang looked at Xiao Heng's actions in confusion.

Xiao Heng did not explain. He took Su Minglang's hand and walked to the bedside. "Did you see the headgear I sent today?"

"I see." Su Minglang's eyes flashed with stars, and she looked extremely happy. "That golden hair ornament is very precious. Your Majesty gave it to me like this. Is it okay?"

"What are you afraid of? You are a real concubine, so you deserve the best!" Xiao Heng waved his hand and took Su Minglang into his arms. "If you think it looks good, how about you wear that headdress during the blessing ceremony and stand on the high platform with us?"

"What!" Su Minglang was shocked. She broke free from Xiao Heng's arms and knelt in front of him without any courtesy.

"I am terrified!"

"How dare I deceive my superiors and subordinates like this? I am a Zhaoyi, and my status as a Zhaoyi is not in accordance with etiquette and law, Your Majesty!"

"What are you afraid of!" Xiao Heng frowned and pulled Su Minglang up from the ground helplessly, "Of course I have my reasons."

"The Queen is not in good health and relies on the Imperial Hospital for treatment every day. I am afraid that she will have difficulty completing the tedious tasks of praying for blessings." He paused and continued, "When we worship the heaven, the Queen will naturally be with me. However, I want to leave the many etiquettes ahead to you."

"But, but there is also the Concubine Shu in the palace?" Su Minglang asked puzzledly.

"But aren't you and the Queen in charge of praying for blessings?" Xiao Heng smiled and tapped her nose, smiling indulgently, "Besides, I just want to be with my beloved concubine. Who dares to say anything?"

"Concubine, I understand..." Su Minglang refused twice before agreeing, and snuggled into Xiao Heng's arms with a shy face.

"Will I have to trouble you, my beloved concubine?"

"As long as I can stand with Your Majesty, I am willing to do so no matter how tired I am." Su Minglang raised her head and looked at him again.

Xiao Heng couldn't bear it any longer and let down the green gauze curtain. The bright moon was hanging high outside the house.