Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 333 Do you want to go out?

Jing Huan pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

She was born to be quieter and less talkative, and her temper was more genuine, and she was never lovable.

So even the concern is so subtle that it's hard for people to notice.

"Today, I might as well go back to Zhengye, let's go out and play." Han Zhiyu put down the book in his hand, got up, took Jing Huan and Lingyun's hand, and walked out.

It's just that I feel that there are too many things to do on weekdays, so I can't take it easy.

But she is not the kind of person who doesn't know good and bad. She will try her best to cooperate with other people's concern as the situation permits, and strive to live up to her good intentions.

Now that it's spring, the sun is warm on the body, but the empress's hands are even warmer.

Many flowers are blooming this season, trembling in the breeze, stretching their dancing posture.

"Let's set up a few swings here." Han Zhiyu found an open space near the lake, surrounded by cherry blossom trees, and the fallen flowers were so beautiful.

It's rare that she is interested, and the palace servants will do it immediately after explaining.

Now the concubines mostly talk in their own palace, but few people come out.

So it's very clean, and it's cheap for her to visit the garden and enjoy the flowers alone.

With Jing Huan and Ling Yun by his side, he is not alone.

But such a beautiful scenery is currently, it is a pity that there is no camera, otherwise the beauty will stay forever.

It is good to have the right to do things, but the swing is already ready after a stroll.

I don't know who has the ingenuity, but also got vines wrapped around it, it looks lush and not monotonous at all.

"Your Majesty, do you want to try?" Lingyun continued to encourage: "You have never played this before, it's very fun."

As soon as she said that, the memory of the original owner flooded into her mind.

Because the swing is risky, and she is afraid that if it breaks, it will hurt her appearance, so she has never played it.

I have never done anything like climbing a tree, because a girl with a scar on her body cannot enter the middle palace, and it is even difficult to enter the palace.

If you can't do what you want to do, there is no happiness at all.

Han Zhiyu nodded immediately: "Of course."

There are swings in many parks and the like, so there is nothing to be afraid of, even if she is taller, she will dare.

"You push it, I'm worried that my hands are heavy." Lingyun is still very aware of himself, neither light nor heavy.

So the arduous task of pushing the swing was entrusted to Jing Huan, who was more composed.

Jing Huan nodded in agreement, and waited for the queen to go up and sit firmly before she began to push slowly.

"A little higher." Han Zhiyu turned around and urged.

At this speed, it is no different from a child sitting in a cradle, and it is even worse than her own pedaling.

There was no answer, Jing Huan just increased his push with his hands.

The swing flew up and down regularly, and the dress and hair on the girl's body were also fluttering in the wind. With the sunshine and spring, it seemed that there was infinite hope.

In the distance, Yingyu stood there watching quietly, but did not step forward, and left after watching for a while.

Speaking of playing, she had a good time today, took Jing Huan and Ling Yun around the palace, and even played cards.

There were other concubines coming from behind, and when they saw the queen sitting on the grass, they also sat down and played together.

Next, Han Zhiyu devoted herself to work again, not to mention forgetting to sleep and eat, but she did her best.

On the fifth day of April, the emperor was reviewing papers in her palace and suddenly asked, "Do you want to go out?"

"I just went to Ningdu Temple to see their progress yesterday, and everything is going well." She meant that she had just left the house, and there was no need to go out of the palace again.

While talking, she continued to bury her head in writing, without even giving him a look.

(End of this chapter)