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Hearing this, Hongli glanced at Rong Yin, who was kneeling on the ground with a anxious face, and then realized that his attitude towards her was a bit too much, and even poked her sore spot.

But there was a cloud of anger in his heart, and he couldn't vent it.

Rubbing the center of his eyebrows vigorously, his attitude finally calmed down.

He put his left hand behind his back, stretched out his right hand, leaned slightly, and helped Rong Yin up: "The empress is serious, I didn't mean that, I was just trying to test Wei Yingluo."

Rong Yin couldn't hear any attitude from Hongli's calm tone, but she knew in her heart that the emperor was not an unreasonable person.If he had no intention of doing so, how could he make her a permanent presence just to test a mere court lady?

Thinking about it, the worry in Rong Yin's heart inevitably increased a bit: "Your Majesty."

However, Hongli stretched out his palm to Rongyin, beckoning her to stop, and said, "Queen, don't need to say too much. I am the king of a country, how can I go back on my word? The queen loves Wei Yingluo, so I just leave her in Changchun Palace. "

After finishing speaking, Hongli walked out the door without stopping.

"The concubines respectfully send the emperor off." After Rong Yin saluted, he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

I don't know, is it for the emperor, or for... Yingluo.

……

"Empress." Seeing Rongyin coming in, Wei Yingluo hastily greeted her and called softly.

Rong Yin looked at Wei Yingluo who was running towards her, and the brows that were already slightly frowned became even more uneven.

"Wreaths……"

Wei Yingluo, who had already guessed the result, seemed very calm: "Young lady in slavery dress, rest."

Wei Yingluo's performance fell into Rongyin's eyes, which was a different feeling.

"Yingluo, are you willing?"

"If the servant is willing, he will not ask the empress to go this way. The servant has already said that in this life, he only wishes to stay by the empress's side for the rest of his life."

I only hope that you can be Fucha Rongyin again.

Hearing this, Rong Yin stretched his brows, smiled gratifiedly, but shook his head helplessly: "Yingluo, I did not misunderstand you, but unfortunately the sacred order is hard to violate, Li Yu should come to announce the decree soon Yes. It’s just that you can still stay in Changchun Palace, I’m already very satisfied.”

After listening, Wei Yingluo slowly leaned towards Rongyin.

Rong Yin looked at her with tenderness in his eyes.

Wei Yingluo tentatively held Rong Yin's catkin.Rong Yin was taken aback for a moment, but then he also smiled and let Wei Yingluo go.

"Your Majesty, you have to trust Yingluo. No matter what happens in the future, Yingluo will always be your Yingluo." Wei Yingluo had a firm face, as if what she said was a weighty oath.

……

Zihong suffered from scabies for more than a month.All the imperial physicians in the imperial hospital worked together to examine him, but his condition did not improve, but worsened day by day.

On that day, Wei Yingluo was granted the title of permanent residence and given to live in the side hall of Changchun Palace.However, due to Hongli's illness, she has never had a bedside service, but just served with Rong Yin day after day.

On this day, Hongli lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Rong Yin fanned him from the side, sending it a burst of coolness, fearing that any trace of heat would aggravate his condition.

"Ma'am, let me come." Wei Yingluo came from behind Rongyin, stretched out her hand to hold her hand holding the fan, and whispered.

Rong Yin turned to look at her, his eyes were full of gentle reproach, and said softly: "Why haven't you rested yet?"

"Even the empress has not rested yet, how dare the slave?" As she spoke, Wei Yingluo took the fan out of Rongyin's hand while she was not paying attention.

"Hey." Rong Yin felt that his hands were empty, and he didn't react for a while, and said in surprise.

"Your Majesty, please rest earlier. There is Yingluo here. Don't worry." After speaking, Wei Yingluo sat by the bed and fanned Hongli seriously.

Rong Yin sighed softly and followed her.

When he came to the door, Rong Yin turned around again in a guessing manner.

Looking at it this way, the emperor and Yingluo... are quite a good match.

But there is a faint feeling in my heart, for whom is it surging?