The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 24 Where is the problem?
Hearing this, the queen's brows gradually opened, and there was a half-smile on the corner of her lips.

"If you don't remind me, I really forgot."

Feng Ye smiled lightly: "This servant just remembered."

The queen raised her eyebrows and looked at herself in the mirror. She picked up a pearl hairpin and tried it on with great interest.

"Speaking of which, that person is coming back soon."

Maple Leaf nodded: "The ninth day of next month is the Queen Mother's birthday. If there is no accident, I will come back at that time."

The master and servant looked at each other tacitly, and both showed mysterious smiles.

"Bring me another bowl of lotus seed soup."

The queen pushed the bowl in front of her.

"The slave is going here."

Maple Leaf quickly stepped back with the bowl in hand.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the man was sitting behind the desk, meditating on something silently.

Zhang Deming stood on one side with his back bent, not even daring to make any sound while breathing.

Long live Lord has been like this since he came back from Qingyue Palace. Two hours have passed, and he hasn't even changed his posture.

Glancing at the tall stack of memorials on the desk, Zhang Deming was worried.

Lord Long Live hasn't approved even one of the papers that should be approved today.

I have been with Long Live Lord for so many years, and I have never seen him delay political affairs because of anything.

Looking at the plate of melon seeds placed on the desk by Long Live Lord, Zhang Deming felt more and more confused.

While thinking about it, a black shadow flashed into the hall like a gust of wind.

With the strength of the wind, he knew that the person who came was Yuan Shen.

"Your Majesty, your subordinates are back."

Yuan Shen raised his hands, and there were still beads of sweat visible to the naked eye on his forehead.

The word "you" that came back was full of his unspeakable pain.

He couldn't count how many times he went back and forth between Qingyue Palace and Yangxin Palace.

As soon as the Lord Long Live returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he ordered him to go to Qingle Palace to monitor the imperial concubine and empress, and also ordered him to come back in a quarter of an hour to report to him.

The emperor made such a hard time for a fat man, and he didn't know if it was because he ate up all his sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and he was not convinced.

However, that sweet-scented osmanthus cake is really delicious, if the emperor grants another one, he will be willing to die for him.

Hey, the plate of melon seeds next to the emperor looks delicious
"go on"

The man on the seat frowned slightly.

Yuan Shen went in and out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation several times, and every time he came in, he would take a sneak peek at my plate of melon seeds.

He is not my bodyguard, he is a walking stomach.
"The imperial concubine is still sleeping."

Yuan Shen pursed his lips, and while speaking, his gaze was on the plate of melon seeds.

The man looked directly at Yuan Shen in surprise, as if he didn't believe Yuan Shen's words.

"It's been two hours, and she's still sleeping?"

"Reporting to the emperor, it is absolutely true, the imperial concubine may sleep until tomorrow."

Yuan Shen puffed out his swollen stomach, and said with certainty.

Ling Juncheng stretched out his hands to pinch the bridge of his nose and rubbed it.

The one who can sleep for two hours in a row during the day is she really sleeping or fake sleeping?

The picture I saw in Qingyue Palace appeared in my mind.

Especially the memory of the saliva dripping from the corner of Su Xi's lips is deep.

He shook his head violently to prevent himself from thinking about it any further.

He carried her from her front yard to her dormitory, and he observed it carefully, there was nothing unusual or smell.
But that night, why did he just follow her?
I'm not a person who can't handle alcohol, the problem is not with alcohol.

"Go and call Mu Yang."

After a long time, he turned his head and said to Zhang Deming.

"The slave takes orders."

Zhang Deming trotted back immediately.

Soon, a tall man dressed in black followed Zhang Deming into the hall.

(End of this chapter)