​Imperial palace sweet love: Your Majesty, too dark!

Xia Ruqing pushed him away, his face was uncomfortable.

"I'm an old man and wife, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at when I still do this!"

Zhao Junyao raised his eyebrows with pride.

"All over the world, who dares to laugh at me?"

"OK, no one laughs at you, but I'm not used to it. It's very hot!"

"This season, you say hot?" Zhao Junyao didn't give up.

Xia Ruqing has no choice but to get up with a smile.

Zhao Junyao grabbed her.

"Why not go to bed?"

Xia Ruqing looked at the dark outside, and then he lay down again.

……

This winter is very long, but also very unforgettable.

They live the same life in a small courtyard.

The servants didn't use it much. Except for the rough ones, there were only a few palace people close to them.

Xia Ruqing took care of the rest of the affairs.

In addition.

She also spent the whole winter, regaining her cooking skills, which she had lost for many years.

I cook almost all three meals a day.

The cooks are just starting with something to add.

It's mainly her own.

Her craft is getting better and better, and her cooking is becoming more and more delicious.

Although there were not enough kinds and delicacy, Zhao Junyao could hardly extricate himself with a natural and pure flavor.

As the new year draws near.

Zhao Junyao was a little anxious, and so was Xia Ruqing.

They are faced with the same serious and solemn problem, that is

"Chinese New Year... Will you go back or not?"

According to the rules, the empress and the emperor will go back to worship the heaven and ancestors to accept the worship of the officials.

However

"Qing Qing, I have a headache. Let's go to doctor Xuan."

"Emperor, I have a stomachache, please show me!"

Both of them are "sick" one after another, and they deliberately make the appearance that they need to rest and are not easy to move.

People in the palace know it well, but they dare not say a word more.

The whole palace is full of mystery.

……

the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

Zhao Qichen sent for the 13th time to pick up his father and mother and return to the palace.

Zhao Junyao was completely angry.

"Said the body is not good to move, how can he still not reluctantly, so cold day back to do?"

The emperor of menopause has a fickle temper.

However, Xia Ruqing didn't feel wrong, on the contrary, she was also a little lucky.

"I just don't want to go back, mainly because I'm too tired for the New Year!"

"Let's stay here. Let's wait until it's warm next year."

Zhao Junyao nodded solemnly.

"Well!"

"It should be!"

That son of a bitch is in his twenties. Shouldn't he share his worries?

Go back, go back, go back, he's so lazy? How can such a good thing be?

"The emperor is wise!"

Xia Ruqing's face was full of joy.

God knows how much trouble she saved by hiding here.

How much leisure can she get if she doesn't go back.

How nice!

She gave orders to the messenger with a smile.

"You go down first. There's no need to come here if there's no special need in the future."

The man in the palace was surprised and tried his best to resist the bitterness of his heart. He made a courtesy.

"Yes! Queen

……

At this moment, in the palace.

Zhao Qichen, who is busy preparing for the new year's Eve banquet, feels cold.

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

There are a lot of folds on the book case, and there are several ministers who need to see him urgently outside the study.

The slaves sent by imperial concubine Cheng and imperial concubine Hui are also waiting outside, saying that they have something to ask for instructions.

And my sister's marriage

He looked at the palace people who were busy preparing for the new year, and his heart was very upset.

Father, emperor, mother and empress, you hide out, but your son is tired.

A faint resentment welled up in his mind.

"Have the people who went to other hospitals come back?"

He asked, gazing coolly at the little eunuch beside him.

"Back to the prince, not yet!"

The eunuch was very excited and quickly came forward to answer.

"How long does it take to come back?" Zhao Qichen asked again.

"It's going to take them a whole day. They set out last morning. If they arrived last night, they can come back this evening at the earliest."

Zhao Qichen didn't ask any more, but just waved him down.

After that, the whole person plunges into the memorials piled up into hills and continues to be busy all day.

……

The people sent by Zhao Qichen came back in the evening.

He was not surprised to hear that both his father and his mother had fallen ill. Even a bitter smile welled up in the corner of his mouth.

Father and mother, you are really... The older you are, the more willful you are?

"Brother!"

Le'er ran into the room in a hurry in the dark. As soon as she entered the room, she asked.

"Father and mother are ill?"

Zhao Qichen glared at her.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Then?"

Le'er is worried.

"What do you send people to say? My father is in poor health. If I live in another hospital, I may get cold. My mother is even worse. In her early years, she was especially afraid of cold..."

"Well, do you need to send someone to pick it up, brother? Why don't you worry at all?"

Le'er was so anxious that the tip of her nose was sweating.

Zhao Qichen held his forehead and looked at the sky.

"Happy

He called out calmly.

"Do you remember where they went?"

Le'er shook her head.

"I've forgotten my name. It's another hospital! Oh, brother, you'd better send someone to pick up the empress and father quickly! "

Zhao Qichen said leisurely.

"They went to the hot spring palace, built on the hot spring heat. The climate is humid, warm and pleasant!"

In other words, it's much more comfortable there than in the palace.

I'm a little confused.

After a moment, I also came back, and my face was a little uncomfortable.

"That..."

"Brother, it's late. I'll go back first!"

Then he ran away.

Only Zhao Qichen was left helpless.

"OK, if you don't come back, you won't come back!"

"After all, it's hard to find out what's wrong with this reason of falling ill!"

A 40-50-year-old emperor who devoted most of his life to the great Chu dynasty fell ill because of his hard work and went to rest outside the palace?

That group of speech officials have no choice but to hold back.

Only myself

He looked at the bright dancing candlelight and cheered himself up.

"There are only a few hundred folds left. You can have a rest after reading them. It's exciting to think about them!"

Zhao Qichen continued to fight against the dark circles of his eyes.

……

The end of the year comes as promised.

On New Year's Eve.

The four imperial concubines preside over the overall situation in the back palace, and the prince sits in zhaochen palace.

Everything is as like as two peas in previous years, but what's the same?

It's just that we all dare not drink too much without the empress.

After all, the empress is still ill. Who dares to be happy?

The atmosphere is still grand on the first day of the lunar new year.

Zhao Qichen, the eldest son of the royal family, is fully responsible for the cause of ancestor worship, and the rest of the people pay homage normally.

The grand ceremony of ancestor worship went smoothly.

After the second and third day of junior high school, nothing happened.

There are four concubines in the back palace, so it is impossible to turn a wave of flowers. As for the front, Zhao Qichen's wrist is better than that of Zhao Junyao.