Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please have some porridge."

When Eunuch Zhou opened the food box, even though he was some distance away, the fresh aroma of the porridge could still reach his nose.

Wen Yuan didn't want to drink, so he just sat there without moving.

Li Zhao brought the bowl, sat down beside her, scooped a spoonful, blew it cool, and brought it to her mouth.

"Open your mouth." Li Zhao's voice was soft, but it carried the oppressive feeling of an emperor.

"I don't want to eat it." Wen Yuan stiffened his neck and opposed him.

If you both dislike each other, why bother pretending to be intimate?

Eunuch Zhou had originally had a look of joy on his face, but when he saw this scene, his joy disappeared and he became worried about them again.

Why are you arguing again?

Wen Yuan had already thought about leaving and was unwilling to maintain a false appearance in front of Li Zhao.

Ji Xingyao loves Li Heng, but she doesn't love Li Zhao.

No matter how she commits suicide, it would be best if Li Zhao rewarded her with a cup of Hedinghong to put an end to it.

Suddenly, someone pinched Wen Yuan's chin.

She suddenly raised her eyes and saw herself with a look of surprise in Li Zhao's eyes as deep as a pool of water.

Li Zhao didn't say much. He took a mouthful of porridge, pinched Wen Yuan's mouth open with two fingers, and fed it into her mouth.

"Well...well..."

Gulu, Gulu.

Wen Yuan didn't have time to swallow, and some porridge stains remained on the corners of her mouth. Li Zhao raised his thumb and helped her wipe them off.

"Cough cough." Wen Yuan's face flushed. After catching his breath, he glanced at Li Zhao.

Li Zhao's eyes were filled with teasing as he asked her, "Still drinking?"

Wen Yuan understood what Li Zhao meant. If she didn't drink it herself, he would continue to feed her.

Grabbing the bowl from his hand, Wen Yuan drank from it in big gulps.

"Slow down, be careful of the burn."

Li Zhao did not leave, but stood beside her and watched her eat. Seeing that she ate too quickly, he reminded her from time to time.

Wen Yuan ignored it and didn't stop even though the tip of his tongue was burning.

Over the years, the taste of the chicken porridge at Buer Porridge Shop has not changed, but Wen Yuan can no longer find the feeling of being fascinated by it before.

Chicken porridge, after all, is just food to fill the stomach. It is no different from the rice porridge she made with the remaining rice in the Eastern Palace in the first year of her marriage to Li Zhao, which was so thin that you could see a person's reflection in it.

The reason why they loved eating so much in the past was probably because going to Buer Porridge Shop was the only way for them to temporarily forget their difficult current situation while surviving in the intrigues of the court, and just drink a bowl of porridge as a simple couple.

The sweetness that comes from finding joy in suffering is still as beautiful as a dream whenever you recall it.

It’s a pity that it’s easy to share hardships but difficult to share happiness.

The brothers Li Zhao and Li Heng expressed this statement vividly.

After Wen Yuan finished drinking, Li Zhao asked Eunuch Zhou to serve another bowl.

Before Eunuch Zhou brought the bowl, Wen Yuan suddenly started to dry heave.

"vomit."

Li Zhao's expression suddenly changed. He leaned over and patted her back gently: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Yuan's stomach was churning and sour. She swallowed hard and it took a long time for the saliva to subside.

"Eunuch Zhou, pour some water. Not too hot nor too cold." Li Zhao said coldly.

Eunuch Zhou took the order and went out to find hot water.

Li Zhao let Wen Yuan lean on his arms and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Blame me, blame me." He whispered an apology in Wen Yuan's ear.

After Wen Yuan's breathing stabilized, Li Zhao continued to rub her back.

He seemed to compromise and said helplessly: "If you don't want to drink, then don't drink. Why bother to argue with me and suffer this pain in vain."

Wen Yuan still felt nauseous and didn't want to talk, fearing she would vomit again if she opened her mouth.

If she hadn't been too weak to push him away, she wouldn't have been willing to be so close to Li Zhao.

Wenli Pavilion is where Prince Ruiping usually handles his official business. Today, there is a great funeral in the palace, and the prefect is investigating a case. The usually orderly palace has become a mess.

There were servants and maids walking around everywhere, mixed with the low scolding of the housekeeper.

Eunuch Zhou went to the kitchen and asked someone to make tea. As he was leaving the kitchen with the teapot, he happened to meet the prefect who was about to report.

"Eunuch Zhou." The prefect stopped.

"Has the prefect finished his investigation?" asked Eunuch Zhou.

"No, but I have a clue."

Eunuch Zhou nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Prefect."

"This matter is quite complicated, Eunuch Zhou, I will go report to the emperor first. Please take care." After saying this, the prefect strode away.

Eunuch Zhou had hot water in his hands and walked slowly, following the prefect to Wenli Pavilion.

Seeing that the prefect was waiting in the study, Eunuch Zhou quickly made some hot tea and brought it to the imperial concubine.

"Your Majesty, tea is here."

Li Zhao touched the wall of the cup with the back of his hand and found it was at the right temperature. He lowered his arm and signaled to Eunuch Zhou with his eyes to let Wen Yuan drink the water.

"Your Majesty, please drink some water to moisten your throat." Eunuch Zhou handed over the teacup respectfully.

Wen Yuan didn't take it, so he just stayed like that, not moving at all.

Slaves and servants had no human rights in feudal society and were forced to endure beatings and scolding from their masters without daring to resist.

Wen Yuan was always gentle towards his servants, rarely getting angry and never giving them any trouble. He often rewarded them, and if any of his servants had any family matters, they could ask the imperial concubine for mercy and ask for leave from the palace.

Eunuch Zhou respected Wen Yuan and sincerely hoped that she could become the queen of the Taifeng Dynasty.

A eunuch, even if he is a favorite of the emperor, can only remain silent on the matter of establishing the queen.

He sighed secretly in his heart, praying that His Majesty and the Imperial Concubine could get along with each other and not quarrel and hurt each other.

Eunuch Zhou held the teacup for a while, then took it with his slender fingers like tender catkins.

The water temperature was just right, and Wen Yuan drank it all.

She still felt uncomfortable, but after drinking a cup of tea, she felt better.

Li Zhao looked at her inconspicuously, and only let her go after seeing her pale face recover.

"Ayuan, the prefect is here. Let's go and listen to what he says." Li Zhao said.

Wen Yuan naturally agreed, and the two went to the study.

"Greetings to the Emperor and His Majesty the Concubine."

Li Zhao: "Prefect, please stand up. How is the search of the small kitchen in Prince Ruiping's mansion going?"

"Your Majesty, no abnormalities have been found so far. However, Madam Li, who usually prepares the fertility soup for the princess, suddenly took leave and returned to her hometown yesterday. I have sent people to look for her."

Everyone present was shocked. Madam Li didn't ask for leave earlier or later, but yesterday.

"Prefect, have you found the recipe for the fertility soup?" Wen Yuan asked.

"No, the maid in the kitchen said that the prescription has always been kept by Madam Li."

Li Zhao tapped the tabletop regularly with his index finger, his expression grim.

"Take all the servants who normally work in the kitchen and the kitchen of Prince Ruiping's mansion and temporarily detain them in the backyard. Interrogate them one by one. Don't leave any of them out. Also, make sure to find Madam Li."

"I accept your order."

After the prefect left, Wenli Pavilion returned to peace.

There are hidden waves in the tranquility.

Wen Yuan was calm at this time. With Li Zhao investigating in depth, she didn't need to be anxious and could just wait patiently.

During the year that Li Zhao was imprisoned in the Eastern Palace, if Ji Xingyao had not helped, Li Zhao and Wen Yuan, who were trapped in the Eastern Palace, would have probably starved to death.

Ji Xingyao is his savior, Li Zhao will not stand idly by.

"Eunuch Zhou, call King Ruiping." Li Zhao ordered.

"Slave, go right away."

After a while, Li Heng came running over.