Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 132 Who do you look down on?

The palace lady thought she had finally figured out to compete for favor, and was stunned for a moment.

Just now I was happily chatting with my empress, but now that the paper with the notes on the storybook is not warm, I am going to compete for favor?

Seeing that she was not moving, Wanmei just gave her a cold look.

"No." The palace maid was terrified, and immediately knelt and agreed.

Wanmei turned to look at the door, showing a smile that was bound to win.

However, it didn't take long for the court lady to just think about it.

Ying Yu, who has been busy with government affairs recently, finally remembered to visit his "good sister".

Xuan Ning followed beside him: "Your Majesty is in a good mood?"

"Shang Ke." Ying Yu spoke very stiffly, but his hands behind his back were swaying, looking very excited.

The appearance of duplicity is no different from before.

As a result, before he got there, he saw bright candles in the queen's palace, as if he was waiting for someone.

Now the emperor's footsteps are a little easier: "The queen is really, it's so late and I'm waiting for the widow to do something."

Xuan Ning hurriedly cheered: "Isn't it because the empress has you in her heart, and she thinks of the deep love between husband and wife, which is many times better than other couples."

"Although it's a bit exaggerated, what you said is the truth in the end, thank you." Ying Yu's smile continued until the door.

But he didn't see Han Zhiyu, he thought she was probably waiting for him in the house.

As a result, I wandered around and didn't see it.

Unwilling to admit that he was being passionate, he seemed a little annoyed for a moment: "Where are your mothers?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, someone in Wanmei's palace sent a message earlier, saying that the beauty was very distressed, so our empress went to accompany her." The palace man replied tremblingly.

The emperor didn't fall to the point of venting anger with the palace servants, but he just pursed his thin lips: "If my heart hurts, I will be healed by the imperial concubine. What do you want to do with the queen?"

There was hesitation all over his body, and it was written all over that the widow was very angry.

Xuan Ning asked: "Since Wanmei is not feeling well, can Your Majesty go to visit?"

Ying Yu glanced at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a bad tone, "Of course I'm going, and I'll bring two more imperial physicians to treat Wanmei well."

Compared with his rage at this moment, the Wanmei Palace is peaceful.

Han Zhiyu and Wanmei lay side by side on the imperial concubine's couch, surrounded by light gauze and the scent of flowers and fruits, very pleasant.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful." Han Zhiyu held her newly written poems and stared at them intently.

Wanmei fiddled with the hairpin on her head, and said in a flat tone: "It's okay."

Because the queen was robbed by himself, he snatched food from under the eyes of the emperor.

So she's a lot more gentle now, and it's rare that she didn't scratch her.

"Then how is your notebook?" Han Zhiyu asked.

The evil hand on the head was immediately withdrawn.

Wanmei could hardly hide her embarrassment on her clear face, but she still pretended to be calm and replied: "I'm writing."

One look at this appearance, you know what difficulties you have encountered.

Overcoming difficulties with others can open people's hearts faster.

Naturally, Han Zhiyu would not let go of this opportunity: "But what difficulties did you encounter?"

"No." Wanmei said, and carefully tucked the words under the pillow.

When I was a teacher, which student hadn't hidden snacks, love letters and mobile phones.

Such guilty little actions, erratic eyes, want to hide it, who do you look down on.

　The first round, ask for votes
　　
　
(End of this chapter)