Has the princess petted her husband today?

Chapter 226 The Abnormal Yuan Xiaoming
Yuan Xiaoming was silent for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and a shrewdness flashed in the fox's eyes, "Let him in."

"Yes."

The little eunuch hurriedly got up and went to spread the word outside the palace.

Su Ling took a look at Yuan Xiaoming. His Majesty's attitude towards Meng Ru was very bad before. He obviously didn't like it, and was even disgusted. She didn't expect to see him today.

Yuan Xiaoming caught Su Ling's eyes from the corner of his eye, but he didn't intend to explain.

Just leaning on the back of the chair, with both hands resting casually on both sides of the armrest, waiting with a blank expression.

Meng Ru was wearing a white dress embroidered with bamboo branches, and stood there with a food box in her hand, silently, looking really pleasing to the eye.

The palace people passing by couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Meng Ru didn't look sideways, but unconsciously pinched the handle of the food box with both hands.

The little eunuch came out in a hurry, and when he saw him, he said in a low voice: "Your Majesty announces to serve you in."

Meng Ru loosened her fingers slightly, with a smile on her face, "Thank you."

When he reached the entrance of the hall, he stroked his hair again, straightened his clothes, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with it, so he walked in.

The imperial study was very quiet, Meng Ru could clearly hear her footsteps, and a faint fragrance lingered in her nose, long and fresh.

He lowered his head, walked to the middle of the main hall, knelt down respectfully and saluted, "Chen Mengru, I pay my respects to Your Majesty, long live your Majesty, long live, long live—"

Yuan Xiaoming waited for him to finish his salute before saying: "Waiting for the ceremony, Pingshen, why are you here?"

Meng Ru stood up slowly, raised her head to look at Yuan Xiaoming, and then quickly lowered her head, "In the past few days, when offering sacrifices to the God of Autumn, all the ministers are in Guanchao Temple, and His Majesty has personally reviewed all the affairs. Now, I was worried, but I didn't have the ability to solve your majesty's worries, so I went to the kitchen and cooked some ginseng soup myself, hoping to nourish your majesty's body."

Yuan Xiaoming's eyes fell on the mahogany food box in his hand, and he raised his eyebrows, as if a little surprised, "Meng side waiter also knows these?"

Meng Ru smiled slightly when she heard the words: "I come from a humble background, and I know a little about everything. The cooking is not as delicate as the imperial dining room. I wonder if Your Majesty would like to give it a try?"

Su Ling was thinking about Yuan Xiaoming's temper, and just about to speak, Yuan Xiaoming suddenly glanced over and fixed Su Ling in place.

Then he turned his head to look at Meng Ru, and said neither coldly nor indifferently: "You really have a heart, give it to me to taste, I am indeed a little hungry."

Meng Ru was overjoyed, "Yes!"

He brought the food box over and put it in the empty space of the table, opened the lid, and instantly a strong fragrance wafted out. Yuan Xiaoming smelled it, "Old ginseng, wolfberry, black-bone chicken?"

Meng Ru glanced at her food box in surprise, "Your Majesty is really amazing!"

The corner of Yuan Xiaoming's mouth curled up into an indistinct arc, and Meng Ru's mind fluttered as he saw it. Did His Majesty just smile?

Does that mean that she is not so cold towards herself?
Isn't this progress?
He filled a bowl of old ginseng and black chicken soup with a spoon full of joy and handed it to Yuan Xiaoming, "Your Majesty, be careful."

Yuan Xiaoming reached out to take it, and responded casually.

But she didn't drink it right away, Su Ling turned her eyes and said immediately: "Your Majesty, my servant will give you a try first?"

Meng Ru was taken aback, and then realized, how could the food for the emperor be delivered directly?
So he took another porcelain bowl, put some in it and drank it himself, "Don't worry, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)