The imperial concubine is very calm: Your Majesty, the monkey is in a hurry

Chapter 28
Yan Zhenzhen's face turned cold, and he slapped Xiaoli's face: "Are you a person of talent or a person of Duanmin Huangguifei?"

Xiaoli covered her face and said, "Of course the slaves belong to the master."

Yan Zhenzhen raised Xiaoli's chin: "Since you are a talented person, you should treat yourself to this talented person, and a talented person doesn't want to eat things that are inside and outside! This talented person is telling you so much because he treats you as himself, you understand!"

"Yes, yes, slaves understand, slaves understand."

Yan Zhenzhen is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he does things like this. The so-called combination of grace and power is not easy to achieve this level, and her scheming is not comparable to that of other women raised in deep boudoir.

Some things don't start, and no one knows the participants' thoughts. Some people will gradually reveal their true nature with their own ambitions and changes in the surrounding environment.

Going to Qianqing Palace again this time, Yuchi Wei respectfully greeted Mu Zixin and entered with adoring eyes.Wan Ling was still carrying a food box in her hand.

After entering the main hall, Rui'an retreated with the palace servants, and Wan Ling also left.

Mu Zixin put the food box on the desk, and saluted: "I have met the emperor myself."

Murong Mingrui just gave a faint "En" and still bowed his head to review the memorial.

Mu Zixin said: "I don't know what the emperor ordered my concubine to do?"

Murong Mingrui did not answer, but instead asked: "Duanmin, what did you bring to me?"

Mu Zixin said patiently: "Going back to the emperor, I am afraid that the emperor will be tired all day, and I happen to come to visit the emperor, so I cook the white fungus soup myself."

As Mu Zixin said, he opened the lid of the food box and took out the tremella soup inside.It looks like it makes people move their index fingers and has a lot of appetite.

Murong Mingrui was pleasantly surprised, this was the first time that Muzi gave him something, not to mention it was made by himself, and it looked pretty good.

He couldn't wait to pick up the white fungus soup, and Mu Zixin said thoughtfully, "Slow down, your majesty, it's hot."

Murong Mingrui took a sip, straightened his face, and said: "That's right, I've never tasted Duan Min's handicraft before, but today's taste is really extraordinary."

"Since it's delicious, the emperor should tell me why he called me here. Qi'er is probably waiting for me in Duanhua Palace at this time!"

Murong Mingrui gave Mu Zixin the memorial that had lasted for a few days: "Look at it, and tell me what you think after reading it!"

Mu Zixin looked through it carefully, stopping to nod from time to time. After reading it, Mu Zixin put the memorial back on the table: "I have nothing to say about myself. The memorial is well written and well-founded. It depends on what your majesty thinks." Look."

Murong Mingrui looked at Mu Zixin seriously: "You know, I definitely didn't call you here just to make you perfunctory me, just say what you have to say."

"My father would never do such a thing, and the slaves of the Qingyuan Houfu would never beat people in the street. Although the memorial is well-founded, there are many loopholes. However, even if the concubine, as the Qingyuanhoufu, explained, decided The power is naturally in the hands of the emperor, if the emperor trusts the concubine and trusts the father, then the concubine does not need to say anything, if the emperor does not trust, then the concubine does not need to say anything."

Murong Mingrui sighed: "You know, if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't indulge you until now."

Mu Zixin lowered his head: "Then please take back the indulgence of the concubine and leave it to other concubines, the concubine can't bear it."

(End of this chapter)