Sister, you traveled through time too?

The wet Chun Ke stood silently beside Xiaoyu, with a knife on his waist and wet hair dripping down.

It is almost autumn and the cold wind makes people shiver.

Chun Ke's green clothes were soaked with water, and the semi-transparent clothes stuck to his strong muscles, revealing an indescribable sexiness.

Xiaoyu didn't have the mind to appreciate it carefully, but just looked at Chunke with heartache.

"Go downstairs and change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold." Xiaoyu said, using a piece of silk to wipe the water droplets off Chunke's face.

Chun Ke froze and stood there blankly, Sijuan's fragrance flooded into his nostrils.

This is the taste of His Highness.

Chun Ke's ears were flushed, and he hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, I am afraid that Chun Ke's humble body will stain your silk."

There was panic and depression in his eyes, and Tang Xiaoyu saw it all.

"How could that be? Even if it is the most expensive silk in this imperial city, it is not bad to use it to wipe the face of my concubine Chun Ke."

Xiaoyu said gently with a bright smile.

She pinched Chun Ke's slowly reddening face and thought, "Why is it the same as an apple?"

Chun Ke didn't even dare to look at Xiaoyu. He just said quietly that he was leaving and ran away.

Tang Xiaoyu looked at Chun Ke flying away using Qinggong and fell into silent thought.

Fish: ...If you're shy, you won't fly away.

She smiled to herself, watching the innocent and shy Chun Ke run away, and silently thought of her silly crying brother.

Did her brother turn over the card?

Just thinking about it is exciting!!

【General's Mansion】

Xia Jie sat quietly on the soft couch in the warm room, holding the soft Heizi in his arms, humming a melodious, desolate and ancient tune.

This is a song that women sang to their husbands on the battlefield, praying for their safe return.

This is the song his mother would hum every time his father went to the battlefield when she was still alive.

A'niang always said that in the future there would be a girl who would sing for Ajie.

Thinking of this, he smiled and shook his head, looking at the moonlight outside the window with melancholy.

He felt that he shouldn't think about love or anything else.

He is a general and has too many missions and burdens.

My father has a huge influence in the border areas. How could the emperor let him go back to the border areas?

In the final analysis, he is just the proton that everyone knows.

I wonder if my sister is doing well in the frontier?

He looked at the moon and thought of his childhood on the vast grassland when his father taught him to ride a horse and his mother held his little sister and looked at them so tenderly.

He wanted to go home, back to the grassland.

A Niang was buried there, on a grassland full of geraniums. That is where A Niang's soul went.

He hated the imperial city and the restrictions here.

The voice of his humming gradually became low, and for no reason he recalled that when the prince left the princess's mansion, he didn't even look back at him.

He disdains to do such a thing. If he really hates someone, he will beat him up openly and without mercy.

He shook his head again, wondering why should he care about these things?

He just owed His Highness a promise and was just invited as a guest.

He shouldn't think too much.

But he felt a little melancholy, perhaps because he was drunk and that made him so daydreamy.

Xia Jie fell on the couch, wondering who would sing for him?

[Imperial Palace, Geunjeongjeon]

Tang Zhao swore that he had never loved reading so much.

Inside the house, Tang Zhao had a gloomy face and was flipping through a book in silence.

The eunuch Jiang Dehai beside him lowered his head in fear and stood silently by the side.

Also kneeling on the ground was the steward of the Jingshifang, holding a large tray with densely packed jade tablets on it in a timid manner.

The three of them were eerily quiet in the room. Tang Zhao was really helpless. He really wanted to read the book thoroughly.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to turn over the cards."

The father-in-law from the Jingshifang advised in a low voice.

Seeing that he had spoken first, Eunuch Jiang also carefully advised: "Yes, Your Majesty, you haven't turned over the cards these days, and the concubines below are going to be very anxious."

Tang Zhao was confused after hearing this. Could he pretend he didn't hear it?

Or should he lose his temper? Like in this body's previous memory?

But he never lost his temper, he was so afraid that he wouldn't be able to learn to be like him.

Woohoo, I really want to cry.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty~" Eunuch Jiang called softly when he saw Tang Zhao was in a daze.

Tang Zhao came to his senses, gritted his teeth, picked up the inkstone on the table and threw it at the Jingshifang manager on the ground.

But he controlled the direction so that the bullet would hit the side of the Jingshifang manager.

He didn't want to actually hit anyone, he just wanted to scare them.

"roll."

Tang Zhao only spat out one word coldly, his eyes looking scary.

Tang Zhao’s inner thoughts: Amitabha, am I pretending to be real?

Eunuch Jiang was really frightened. You know, usually when the emperor gets angry he doesn't just curse with one word.

How angry must you be today to be able to say only one word?

Is he really so angry?

Is the emperor worried about something recently? Or is he upset after the last assassination?

Eunuch Jiang said that he wanted to cry and was afraid that the Emperor would drag him out and behead him.

"Your Majesty, please calm down and don't get yourself in trouble." Eunuch Jiang quickly mustered up the courage to step forward to appease him, and signaled with his eyes to the eunuch from the Jingshifang who was kneeling on the ground to leave quickly.

The eunuch on the ground quickly ran away with the sign.

When Tang Zhaomiao saw this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still annoyed.

He crumpled the rice paper into a ball and sighed.

Seeing this, Eunuch Jiang was very anxious. What should they do? If the emperor is in a bad mood, they will suffer.

He didn't dare to mention matters in the harem, but today was the fifteenth day of the lunar month. If he didn't persuade the emperor to go to the queen, how could he still have a good life?

The Queen's brother is the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister will not let these eunuchs go.

If he were accused of deceiving the emperor, Jiang Dehai's life would be in danger.

"Your Majesty, look, the moon is so round tonight." Eunuch Jiang smiled awkwardly and spoke like he was coaxing a child.

Tang Zhao looked at the moon outside the window and hummed.

What's up with this eunuch? Invite him to watch the moon?

Eunuch Jiang had cold sweat on his forehead and said in a gentle voice, "It seems like today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. Logically speaking, on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, the Empress should have prepared dinner early and waited eagerly for you."

Okay, okay, Tang Zhao finally understood. It turns out that the old man was waiting for him here.

"The Queen?"

Tang Zhao thought expressionlessly, and then talked to himself.

In the memory of Tang Zhao's original body, it seems that she rarely visited the queen and does not have many memories of her.

He only knew that the queen was Hai, the legitimate daughter of the Hai family, one of the eight great families in the imperial city, and the younger sister of Prime Minister Hai Yi.

The Hai family has been a family of scholars for generations, with students all over the world, making it a truly noble family.

Hai Yi was a clear-minded official among the powerful officials, and a good official who truly cared about the country and the people.

Since the Queen is his legal wife and Hai Yi's biological younger sister, he really needs to take better care of her.

If the Hai family is disheartened, then the hearts of scholars all over the world will be disheartened.

Tang Zhao clenched his fists so tightly that his fingertips turned slightly white from the force.

He had not read the original novel, but based on the original owner's memory, the queen was a woman who did not fight or compete.

Although he didn't know whether he had a vicious heart or not, he still wanted to give face to his wife.

It also gives face to the Hai family.

Under Jiang Dehai's frightened, nervous and expectant gaze, Tang Zhao stood up pretending to be calm.

His eyes were intimidating without anger, and he said lightly,

"Go to Jingren Palace."