Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 343

The next day.

The sky seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

Qing Yange woke up from her leisurely state, and subconsciously touched the position beside her.

Empty.

And that place is icy and cold, obviously the person who slept there has been gone for a long time.

"Mingyue." Qing Yange stood up and called softly.

Mingyue pushed open the door and walked in with the toiletries, "Princess, you're awake."

"Where's Jiuque?" Qing Yange asked out loud.

Mingyue respectfully agreed: "Back to the princess, the regent has already set off at Yinshi, and is now on his way to Hefeng City."

Qing Yange's hand holding the quilt slightly tightened, and the flat quilt was wrinkled by her, and she asked aloud; "Is the matter of Hefeng City still unfinished? Is there a serious problem?" ?”

Mingyue bit her lips, she lowered her head, covering up the hesitation in her eyes, she said seriously: "Princess Hui, Mingyue doesn't know."

"Mingyue, what happened to Hefeng City? Isn't Dayong's ability not as good as before? How can he stir up a storm?" Qing Yange raised her voice and asked.

Mingyue stared straight at the toe of the shoe, not knowing how to answer.

"Mingyue." Qing Yange called out again.

Mingyue, who was clutching her handkerchief, took a deep breath, she finally made up her mind, raised her eyes, stared at Qingyange for a moment, and said seriously: "Princess, that Emperor Dayong has gathered to approach you for some reason. An army of 20 was blocked outside Hefeng City, which caused the master to hurry back."

Hearing these words, Qing Yange felt as if a knife was piercing her heart.

In the end she forgot.

Jiu Que was originally a person who would hide his thoughts, so he didn't say anything because he was afraid that she would be worried.

Qingyange pondered for a moment, her eyes gradually became firmer, she said: "Mingyue, pack your things, I'm going to Hefeng City."

Mingyue was shocked when she heard this, she quickly knelt on the ground, "Princess Hui, the current situation in court is not optimistic, not to mention the emperor needs your care, I implore the princess to think twice, don't act rashly."

Seeing Mingyue's decisive appearance, Qing Yange hesitated.

The entire hall fell into silence.

It seemed as long as a day and night.

Qing Yange's brows relaxed, and her tone softened a bit, "Is Qing Yuan's injury still not healed?"

"It should be getting better soon, but I can't stand for a long time, so I'm still recuperating." Mingyue reported tenaciously.

Qingyange nodded, "Wash up for me, I'll go and see Zijin."

"Yes." Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly responded obediently.

……

"Zijin, look at this cute bun, it's made by my aunt herself~" Qing Yange picked up a nice rabbit-shaped bun, and handed it to the little glutinous rice dumpling.

Little Nuomi Duanzi's eyes flickered like stars in the sky, and he said sweetly, "Thank you, aunt~"

Qingyange stretched out her hand, rubbed the soft hair of the little glutinous rice dumpling, couldn't help laughing, "You're welcome."

The little glutinous rice dumpling opened its small mouth, and with a "owwow", took a big bite, the small mouth was filled to the brim in an instant, and his eyes became brighter as soon as the bun entered.

“This bun is so delicious~~”

"It's delicious, eat more~" Qingyange said softly.

The little glutinous rice dumpling devoured a few more mouthfuls.

But gradually the smile on his face collapsed little by little, and the bun just casually smashed a couple of mouthfuls.

Qing Yange saw that Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's expression was not right, she stretched out her hand nervously, touched Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's forehead, and asked anxiously: "Zi Jin, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Auntie said, Auntie will call the imperial doctor right away."

But the little glutinous rice dumpling shrugged its head, shook its head, and said nothing.

"I don't have a fever either! Zijin, are you feeling tight in your chest? Can I ask them to open the window?" Qing Yange asked, but her tone was filled with endless tenderness.

Little Nuomi Duanzi's heart softened, and he put the bun back into the cage, with tears in his eyes, and his small mouth slightly opened, "Auntie, actually...in fact, I just feel very sorry."

"What regrets?" Qing Yange asked gently.

The little glutinous rice dumpling put that pink face in front of Qing Yange, pouted and said:

"I heard from the palace people that the princess mansion was very lively yesterday. In fact, people also want to participate, but I don't know why. The wind is cold, but when the cold wind blows, I will cough continuously... It's all my body's fault, otherwise I can also participate in the banquet..."

After hearing Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's words, Qing Yange felt her heart flutter. She touched Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's round face with her big palm, and said affectionately: "It's my aunt's fault. Auntie should invite them to the Golden Luan Hall and show Zijin the grand occasion."

The little glutinous rice dumpling shook its head like a rattle, and he quickly said: "It's not my aunt's fault, it's obviously my body, otherwise I can do whatever I want, instead of Sitting in such an empty palace is boring."

The little glutinous rice dumpling paused for a moment, and he continued: "What's more, my body needs to rest, and I can't watch so many lively scenes... Auntie, I actually don't think I should be the emperor."

Qingyange was taken aback for a moment, and she said softly: "Did Zijin hear some gossip? Or does Zijin really don't want to be emperor?"

Little glutinous rice dumpling, he said seriously: "Shouldn't the emperor deal with government affairs? Shouldn't he be full of poetry and books? Shouldn't he be busy? Auntie, look at me, I only know how to eat every day, and I want to study too. But I found that I couldn't understand any words..."

"Zijin..." Qingyange hugged the little glutinous rice dumpling in her arms distressedly, "It's all my aunt's fault, if it wasn't for my aunt not taking good care of you, you wouldn't be what you are today."

The little glutinous rice dumpling stretched out its soft little hand, patted Qing Yange's back lightly, and said in a childish voice: "That's not it, my aunt is the best aunt in the world to me."

Qingyange smiled knowingly, and felt extraordinarily sweet in her heart.

"Then when you feel better, next spring, my uncle and I will take you on a trip to the south of the Yangtze River, okay? Since you get tired easily, let's take a boat, go down the river, and play wherever we go. When you're tired, go back to the boat and rest, okay?"

There was a soft light in Qingyange's eyes, she asked again gently.

"..."

However, after a long time, she couldn't wait for a response.

When she carefully lifted the little glutinous rice dumpling from her arms, she realized that the little glutinous rice dumpling had already closed her eyes, her breathing was shallow, and her small mouth opened and closed.

actually fell asleep.

Qingyange shook her head helplessly.

(End of this chapter)