prosperous power pet

Chapter 20
When he was still distracted, he heard a faint human voice coming from the hall.Soon, there were footsteps coming from far and near.

She raised her eyes and saw the palace maid who had just entered the room to inform came out.

"Your Highness, the Emperor welcomes you." The maid gave her a blessing, turned to one side, and invited her into the palace.

Song Qinghuan moved his fingers in his sleeves, pushed the letter back, nodded lightly, and followed the maid into the Xuanshi Hall.

The palace maid led her into the hall, then bowed and retreated.

Song Qinghuan stood still, glanced at Emperor Yu who was sitting at the top and watched the memorial, and gave a slight blessing, "I have seen my father."

Emperor Yu closed the memorial in his hand, and casually raised his head to look at Song Qinghuan.

This look, but was stunned.

The woman in front of her stood gracefully, dressed in a sky blue dress, like a green lotus in full bloom, with a delicate face and a cold expression, just like the woman who smiled under the light rain of apricot blossoms that year.

"A Li..." Emperor Yu murmured.

Song Qinghuan's eyes flashed.

——A Li, this is the boudoir name of the mother concubine.

She looked at Emperor Yu, the affection in his eyes, the sadness and confusion in his eyes, as if through her, she saw those fleeting years.

Song Qinghuan felt relieved slightly.

Judging by the expression on the father's face, he did have residual love for his mother and concubine.

Just thinking about how to speak so as not to be too embarrassed, Zhong Huai saw that Emperor Yu's expression was not right, so he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Empress Wuyang is here."

Emperor Yu suddenly came back to his senses, realizing his gaffe just now, his expression turned cold.Staring at Song Qinghuan's outfit for another moment, there was a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes.

Zhong Huai saw Emperor Yu's complexion changed slightly, his eyes turned, he quickly changed the topic, and saluted Song Qinghuan, "I have seen Empress Wuyang."

Song Qing laughed happily, "Eunuch Zhong doesn't need to be too polite."

Being distracted by Zhong Huai, Emperor Yu's displeasure and hesitation receded a little, he adjusted his mood, and glanced at Song Qinghuan, "Why is Wuyang free to come over today?"

"The envoys from various countries have come to Beijing for the past few days, and the royal father is busy with government affairs. The ministers are worried that the royal father is overworked and will not sleep well at night, so they prepared a calming spice and sent it to the royal father, hoping to have some kindness for the royal father. Help." Song Qinghuan smiled lightly, her eyes clear.

After all, he gestured to Liuyue behind him to take a look.

Liuyue understood, and took out a pine wood spice box from her sleeve and handed it over.

"Wuyang is bothering you." Emperor Yu's frown relaxed a little, "I use the spice you sent last time very well. I burn it every day, and I really feel a lot of peace in my heart."

Song Qinghuan smiled shyly, "It's good that my father likes it. The spices this time can help sleep. I hope my father can sleep more peacefully at night."

She knew that Emperor Yu had always suffered from heart palpitations, which was caused by beating his mother's womb. No matter how many imperial doctors he visited in his previous life, it was not cured, and it was even more serious in the later period.Now it has actually appeared, but it has not attracted his attention.

In her previous life, she knew a woman who was good at spices, she learned a lot from her, and now it just comes in handy.

However, all the spices can only play a temporary inhibitory role. If you want to cure it completely, you still have to find suitable prescriptions and medicinal materials.

Emperor Yu glanced at Zhong Huai, Zhong Huai agreed, and walked down to take the wooden box from Song Qinghuan's hand.

"Let people remember to burn it at night." Emperor Yu ordered.

"No." Zhong Huai beckoned to the maid at the side and signaled her to go down to make arrangements.

Song Qinghuan watched coldly.

I remember that the first time he sent spices to Emperor Yu, he frowned and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"When will Wuyang mix spices?" After a pause, he looked at Zhong Huai, "Zhong Huai, send someone to the imperial hospital to have a look. If it works, just light it up."

One is unbelief, and the other is suspicion.

I don't believe that she has the ability to mix spices, and I suspect that she will take the opportunity to add other things to the spices.

Emperor Yu was suspicious, even his own daughter, he was so guarded, and he did not shy away from it.

But now, he ordered people to burn it directly.

Regardless of whether he really thought so, or made it for Song Qinghuan to see, it was an improvement for Song Qinghuan.

If she wanted to live in peace and stability in this harem, she had to gain Emperor Yu's trust and favor.

Rourou smiled, "If the father uses it effectively, then send someone to talk to the minister about it."

Emperor Yu's expression relaxed a little, "It's hard for you to miss me. I thought you were just joking before, but I didn't expect that you are really talented above these spices and medicinal materials."

"The sons and ministers can't share the worries of the father and the emperor like the brothers, so they can only do a little bit in these areas." Song Qinghuan's tone was respectful, but without losing a trace of shyness and joy, hearing Emperor Yu's words My heart is very ironed.

Seeing the slight smile in the corner of Emperor Yu's eyes, knowing that he was in a good mood at the moment, Song Qinghuan said again, "But if Father is free, I'd better go out for a walk more, just to relax."

"You're right." Emperor Yu got up, walked slowly to Song Qinghuan, slightly tired, "It just so happens that I'm tired after watching the memorial for so long, Wu Yang, why don't you go out for a walk with me? "

Song Qinghuan's eyes lit up, showing joy, "Okay."

Seeing her clear eyes, smiles at the corners of her eyes and brows, and her face that was five points similar to A Li, Emperor Yu couldn't help but feel soft.

He had three daughters, and only this daughter cared very little since she was a child.

One is because of Ali, he doesn't want to meet anyone who can remind him of this humiliation.The second reason is that Wu Yangzi is cold and not close to him.

He is not just her father, since she disdains to be close, he will not take the initiative to show his affection.

It's just that he didn't expect that Wuyang changed his temper in the past few years.Whenever he saw her, he felt both joy and pain in his heart.Deep down in his heart, he didn't believe that Ali would betray him, but it was also a fact that she disappeared without a trace.

"Father...?" Song Qinghuan called out seeing Emperor Yu staring at him in a daze.

The outline of Song Qinghuan became clear in front of him, and Emperor Yu smiled apologetically, "Let's go." After speaking, he took the lead and walked out of the hall, followed closely by Song Qinghuan.Liu Yue and Zhong Huai also followed.

After leaving the Xuanshi Hall, Song Qinghuan glanced at a little maid waiting not far away, she was from her own palace.

She gave Liuyue a wink, Liuyue understood it, deliberately slowed down, and fell behind the team.

Soon, Liu Yue caught up again, and while everyone was not paying attention, she secretly mouthed Song Qinghuan.

She said three words.

Wang Meiyuan.

Wangmei Garden is a small garden in the imperial garden, where plum blossoms of various colors are planted all over the garden, which is a good place to enjoy the scenery in winter.It's just that it's early summer, and there are only bare plum trees in the Wangmei Garden, and there is nothing else, so it is naturally a sparsely populated place.

However, what that person wants is to avoid people's eyes and ears.

"Where does Wuyang want to go?" Emperor Yu looked at her sideways and smiled kindly.

"The weather is nice today. I heard that the flowers in the imperial garden are in full bloom. Father, why don't we go for a walk in the imperial garden?" Song Qinghuan said crisply, smiling harmlessly.

　Your little Hanhan is on the way: -D
　　
　
(End of this chapter)