Lucky Chef

Chapter 881 Extra Story: Mo Qingran (13)

Thinking of this, the emperor lowered his head, looked at Mo Qingran's delicate and weak face, and sighed softly, "Qingqing, how can I protect you well?"

"I don't give you too much status, I don't give you too much favor, but I can't help but want to find you. If I give you too much favor, give you too high status, I am worried that you will become the target of public criticism, really It's not good to be petted, and it's not good not to be petted, alas." The emperor smiled wryly and shook his head helplessly.

For the first time, he actually felt that having three thousand beauties in the harem might not be such a good thing.

At this time, Long Huo lifted it up, and the emperor put Mo Qingran up in his arms.

"Your Majesty, how dare I sit on the emperor's dragon and let the emperor walk." Mo Qingran hurriedly struggled to get off, but the emperor pressed her on the dragon and prevented her from coming down.

"You sit in your seat, and leave the rest to me." The emperor left such a sentence, and asked the little eunuchs to send Mo Qingran back to Changqing Palace.

And he himself, after hesitating for a moment, turned around and returned to Fengyi Palace.

In Fengyi Palace, Du Manruo washed up, put on a new set of clothes, combed his hair again, and put a hairpin on it.

While combing his hair, a personal maid came in and told him that the emperor was waiting for him outside.

Du Manruo was slightly startled, isn't the matter already over, why did the emperor wait for him?Could it be that he saw something?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but she felt relieved when she thought that Wang Meiren was dead without proof.

"Give me that flying fairy bun." Seeing the busy lady combing her hair behind her, Du Manruo ordered in her heart.

The maid was taken aback, thinking she had heard it wrong, but she was serving in the deep palace after all, so she quickly realized it and gave Du Manruo a flying fairy bun.

Flying fairy bun, as the name suggests, is like a fairy-like hair bun. It is generally used for young girls around 15 years old. It looks fairy-like yet youthful and lively.

However, ordinary girls seldom wear this kind of hair when they are married, let alone Du Manruo, who is already 25 or [-] years old.

But the master's orders, the servants have to obey unconditionally, despite some doubts in the bottom of the heart, the maid still neatly combed Du Manruo into a flying fairy bun.

When the bun was tied, Du Manruo stroked the bun lightly, looked at the mirror several times, and then smiled slowly.

Although she is 25 and [-], because of proper maintenance, her skin is like that of a [-]-year-old girl, white, tender and soft, her facial features are opened up, and she has the sharp taste of an adult, but after all, her foundation is there, and it is not surprising to match this flying fairy bun For heaven, but not obtrusive.

It's just that the hairpin is a bit distressing, the bun is very young, if it is paired with an older and more stable hairpin, it will look out of place.If you find a young and immature hairpin, not to mention whether the queen has it here, just because of your identity, it is no longer suitable to use that kind of youthful and immature hairpin.

The maid rummaged through the box for a long time but did not find a hairpin she was satisfied with. Du Manruo didn't make things difficult for her, so she called the maid, found an old box that she had kept for a long time, and picked out a young style from it. The style is extremely generous, and the pearl hairpin is on the head.

When she gracefully stood up from the dressing table, Empress Du Manruo seemed seven or eight years younger.

"My empress seems to be only twenty-eight years old." The maid in the palace praised her.

"As far as you can tell, two taels of silver will be rewarded." Du Manruo smiled and scolded her, but he was not really angry.

Slight laughter resounded in the room, and the haze of Wang Meiren's death gradually dissipated.

When he opened the curtain and walked out from the inner room, the smell of blood had disappeared from the outer room. From the ground to the pillars, they were polished and polished, as if no one had ever died here, let alone blood splashed all over the floor.

"Your Majesty." Du Manruo greeted the Emperor with a smile, as if nothing had happened here just now.

The emperor stared at her face carefully, as if he was looking at whether the smiling woman in front of him was the Du Manruo he knew.

"Your majesty, are you looking at the new concubine's hair?" Although Du Manruo was smiling, her eyes were not in a hurry to look at the emperor. When she saw the probing eyes of the emperor, her heart sank.

"This hair is really pretty." The emperor wanted to warn Du Manruo before leaving, but the hairpin on Du Manruo's head took his eyes away. He stared at it for a long time, then said, "This Hairpin, could it be that I gave it to you..."

It's been too long, and he doesn't remember it anymore. He can only vaguely remember that when he was newly married, when he was tender and sweet, he had given her a few hairpins.

"It's hard for the emperor to remember that this was given to his concubine by the emperor. The concubine was reluctant to wear it all these years, and kept it in a box. When I took it out today, it was as brand new as yesterday..." Du Manruo lowered his eyes and said in a voice. Soft, as if recalling the tenderness and sweetness of the two when they first got married.

At that time, they really loved each other.

Thinking of this, the original warning words can no longer be said.

The emperor dodged his feet a little irritable, and wanted to grit his teeth and drop the warning and leave, but seeing the tenderness and carelessness on Du Manruo's face, he couldn't say anything, so he finally sighed and said, "Queen, You, take good care of yourself..."

Then he turned around and walked away.

Du Manruo squinted his eyes, watched the emperor's figure gradually disappear from his field of vision, and then sat back on the phoenix chair with a blank expression.

"Your Majesty." The maid next to her leaned over in confusion, as if asking why she did this.

Du Manruo sneered, raised his hand and pulled off the pearl hairpin on his head, then raised his hand, and threw it heavily to the ground.

The hairpin handle made of jade would shatter when touched, and after a crisp sound, it fell to pieces on the ground.

The maids knelt on the ground in horror, not daring to speak.

Du Manruo looked at the torn hairpin, and smiled faintly, "He is still so soft-hearted, even though he could see that I designed Xi Zhaoyi on purpose, but because I brought him back to the past, he couldn't bear to be harsh. to me."

"Your Majesty..." A court lady looked at Du Manruo anxiously, opened her mouth to wake her up, but was stared at by Yixiang, and choked back the rest of her words.

"He is still the same him, but we are not what we used to be." Du Manruo was not disturbed by the lady's words, but closed his eyes halfway, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, she opened her eyes, staring blankly at the upper beam of Fengyi Palace with her dark eyes for a long time.

"Your Majesty, Yu Jieyu woke up, and I heard she was crying endlessly." A court lady came in and knelt to report, interrupting the turmoil in Du Manruo's heart.

(End of this chapter)