The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 291

Xiao Yu ate a bowl of rice, took a few more sips from the soup bowl, and suddenly realized that Jun Rong hadn't made a sound for a long time, so he couldn't help but glanced at him curiously, and saw him staring at the plate of mapo tofu in front of him in a daze.

"What's wrong with this tofu? It's not tasty?" Xiao Yu wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

Jun Rong came back to his senses, "Huh? No, it's delicious."

As soon as he raised his head, Xiao Yu realized that his face was a little red, and his ears were completely red.

"Why is your face so red?"

Xiao Yu was worried that he had a fever, so he reached out his hand to touch his forehead. Jun Rong's nervous body tensed up, and he turned his face slightly: "...do you want to eat spicy tofu? It's okay."

"Today's cooking is a bit spicy." Xiao Yu didn't think much, and put a bowl of soup in front of him, "Drink some soup and press it, I'm done, go change your clothes first, you take it easy."

"Hmm." Jun Rong nodded repeatedly.

When Xiao Yu turned around and entered the inner room, he breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bowl and chopsticks and touched his face, it was really hot.

He pinched his face, and whispered, "Why are you so useless? Didn't you just use your own chopsticks? What's the big deal... yes, it's no big deal."

Jun Rong muttered and tried to convince herself, but after repeating it three times, instead of calming herself down, she became even more excited.

He covered his hot face with his hands, and couldn't help letting out a little laughter: "Ziyi ate my chopsticks to pick up food... Ah—hahahaha——"

Worry-free walked in from the outside, saw Jun Rong's "extremely shy" appearance, immediately stopped, and looked at him blankly and scared, what's wrong?
He turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see Xiao Yu, and he panicked even more. The emperor was afraid that he couldn't get what he asked for, so he was crazy?
What's the point of being silly with a table of dishes?

He stared at Junrong for a while, Junrong finally had enough of laughing, put down his hands, tried to keep his face sullen, but when he saw the chopsticks, he laughed again.

Worriless: "!!!"

He stepped forward anxiously: "Your Majesty... what's the matter with you? Do you want to pass on the imperial physician?"

Junrong: "..."

He turned his head to look at him blankly: "You are the only one who is sick."

Worriless: "..."

Who is he going to reason with?
"Didn't you tell me to stay outside? What are you doing here? What happened?"

Jun Rong calmed down, and after regaining his composure, he asked about business.

Seeing him getting serious, Wuyou's face also sank: "A letter from Suizhou, the mountain was covered by heavy snow, and the snow mountain collapsed, which overwhelmed many houses and affected countless people. At this time, it has become a mess. Food is in urgent need. The small tribes on the border of the prefecture joined together and invaded Suizhou, the soldiers were at their wits' end, and there was another riot in Suizhou, the situation is really bad!"

"What?!" Jun Rong was startled and stood up abruptly.
Xiao Yu just changed into snow-colored regular clothes, and seeing him like this, he frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Jun Rong looked at her and sighed: "Teacher, what you said yesterday has become a prophecy."

Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Then I'm really afraid of something."

"Let's go, go to the Royal Study Room to discuss matters."

Jun Rong nodded, seeing that Xiao Yu was about to go out, she quickly stopped her: "Teacher, wait—"

"Huh?" Xiao Yu looked back at him puzzled.

Jun Rong turned around and quickly stepped inside to take out the cloak, walked to Xiao Yu and put it on her, "It's cold outside, why did the Taifu forget to wear the cloak again?"

Xiao Yu looked down at his slender fingers flexibly knotted, and said softly, "I'm in a hurry."

Junrong was helpless, and said to Wuyou: "Go get a hand stove."

"Yes." Wuyou hurriedly went, and Shaoqing took a delicate hand stove and handed it to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu reached out to take it, and Jun Rong was satisfied: "Let's go."

Xiao Yu felt some inexplicable emotions in his heart as he touched the warm stove in his hand.

……

When we arrived at the imperial study room, all the ministers arrived without any surprises, including the person who delivered the letter. The person who delivered the letter was surrounded by one side, and everyone asked each other about the situation in Suizhou.

He looked anxious, holding hot tea in his hand, but still trembling uncontrollably, his fingers and joints were red, and the back of his hand was covered with tiny purple stripes, obviously from the severe cold.

"Let him take it easy first. He rushed here from Suizhou desperately. It's good if he doesn't freeze to death on the way."

The prime minister persuaded, and waved to the little eunuch beside him: "Go and get another charcoal basin."

"Yes."

When the little eunuch went out to look for the charcoal basin, Jun Rong and Xiao Yu also came, Ning Zhao and Wuyou followed behind, the little eunuch hurriedly knelt down and saluted: "I have seen His Majesty, I have seen Wang Ye."

"Is everyone here?"

The little eunuch nodded: "Yes, all the adults are here, the prime minister said that the servant who delivered the letter was too cold, so he asked the servant to find a charcoal basin."

After hearing this, Jun Rong waved his hands: "Go."

"Yes, the slave will leave."

The little eunuch left in a hurry, Wuyou stepped forward and opened the curtain, Jun Rong stepped in, followed by Xiao Yu.

As soon as Jun Rong and Xiao Yu showed up, the noisy imperial study immediately fell silent, and the ministers knelt down to salute, Jun Rong raised his hand and said, "Excuse me, all my loves, sit down."

He sat down on the throne, and Xiao Yu consciously sat down.

The prime minister sat down opposite her, and next to him was the shivering little official.

He put down the teacup in his hand, and tremblingly wanted to stand up: "Your Majesty...Humble, humble, come from Suizhou, hurry up, it's finally a good luck—"

Before Jun Rong could reply, the man swayed and passed out in the blink of an eye.

"Hey--"

Several ministers hurriedly helped him up and dragged him to the chair, Jun Rong hurriedly said: "Help him to the side hall, please come over!"

"Yes." Wuyou hurriedly went out to call someone in, and hurriedly carried the little official away.

"How can this be good?"

"He is also exhausted. He was hanging on his breath all the way. Now that his breath is gone, wouldn't he die?"

"The Suizhou matter..."

"It's very clear in the letter."

Xiao Yu listened to the chatter of the ministers, curled up his four fingers, and clasped the small table heavily: "Okay, shut up, let's talk about what's going on first, do you believe me?"

She looked around with calm eyes, and wherever she passed, the man immediately shut up.

The prime minister stood up and presented the letter to Junrong with both hands, saying: "Your Majesty, this is the letter from the little official. Please read it over."

"Ah."

Jun Rong took it over and unfolded it, and immediately frowned, unable to hide his displeasure.

"It's been a month since the snow disaster, and I just received the news? What are the officials in Suizhou doing? Even if the roads are blocked by heavy snow, they should climb out of the snow! No wonder the victims of the disaster in Suizhou rioted, and those useless officials did something. What?"

He slapped the armrest hard, and the hearts of the officials below jumped too.

Kneeling down in unison to persuade: "Your Majesty calm down—"

"How do you want me to appease my anger?!"

(End of this chapter)