The Consort is Sick, We Must Pamper Her

"Why frowning, working as an errand in the Panlong Temple? That's a shameful thing? Who wouldn't take a high look at it?" Wang Yuanxun said with a smile.

Chu Yue, which has been busy for a day after the saddle horse, ate the lamb bun he gave weakly, and said, "Where do you know how hard I am?"

He just walked out of the Panlong Temple and was hugged by the front and back, but when in the Panlong Temple, did people live their lives?

She was afraid that she would be quiet, and she was afraid that he would find an excuse to punish her if she was not serving her well. She guessed that if there were any mistakes in her serving, he would definitely not let her go.

So in order not to give him an excuse to use questions, she waited more seriously, served tea, poured water, rubbed ink, and washed pens. Basically, she took everything.

But these are nothing, the important thing is mental pressure.

She felt that serving in the inner sanctuary for an hour was more tiring than a day's work in the outer sanctuary.

"It's normal to be under pressure. Just get used to it." Wang Yuanxun also understood. After all, places like Panlong Temple are not outside, and being cautious in words and deeds must be spiritually tense.

Chu Yue sighed deeply.

Seeing her like this, Wang Yuanxun asked: "When will you rest and go out of the palace to play with me?"

Out of the palace?

She thought about it, but she felt that she was afraid that she had no rest days, but she had been in for so long, and no letter was sent back to Yongle Houfu.

So even if I knew that the possibility was slim, Chu Yue came over the next day to talk to Mr. Feng.

Manager Feng felt that this palace lady's face was really big, and she didn't want to think about her identity, and wanted to rest and leave the palace?

"General Manager Feng, my grandmother is very old, and now the family has undergone drastic changes, and her body is getting worse. Please also Mr. Feng, let me go back for a day and give my grandmother peace of mind." Chu Yue Said.

Manager Feng glanced at her and said, "We have to think about it."

Chu Yue said: "If General Manager Feng is willing to be accommodating, Chu Yue will owe him a favor. If there is a chance in the future, Chu Yue will definitely return this favor."

Although General Feng did not care about her favors, he was working in front of Lord Long live, and the favor of any imperial concubine was not as good as waiting for Lord Long live.

Waved her hand to let her go down first, and then came to the Imperial Study Room to wait on her.

Qin Heng's brows are frowning, because there have been heavy snowfalls in many places in recent days. Following this trend, I am afraid that snow disasters will easily occur this year.

Although the officials below have been asked to prepare well, he is still worried that the people can survive this winter.

Mr. Feng hesitated to see the frowning look of Grandpa Long live, wondering if you want to say?

"What's the matter?" Qin Heng took a sip of the ginseng tea and glanced at him.

Manager Feng said: "Long live Lord, I don't know where Xiao Yazi inquired, saying that Mrs. Jiang from the Yongle Hou Mansion is not very strong. This is like something anxiously. I just wondered if I could ask for grace. She asked her to go back and see Mrs. Jiang on a day off."

Mr. Feng thought it would be nice to let her go back, and let her see what Yongle Hou Mansion is like now, and she also knows what to do in the future.

Qin Heng did not speak, and after a while, he said quietly: "When will Prince Qi return to Beijing?"

"It should be two days before arriving in the capital." General Feng said in a daze.

"When Prince Qi returns to Beijing, I will go to his place and sit down." Qin Heng said.

Manager Feng was stunned, what happened? He knew that Lord Long live had a very good relationship with Prince Qi, the starling, but if he wanted to see Prince Qi, he would directly declare into the palace. Why would it be necessary for Lord Long live to go out in person?

Don't this be to take the one outside?

Manager Feng glanced at Lord Long Live, but Lord Long Live has continued to lower his head and review the notes.

Manager Feng retreated, Chu Yue knew he had gone in and asked, and was still waiting outside. The cold wind outside was really cold, but she didn't want to leave either.

"There will be arrangements at that time, you just wait for the news." Manager Feng glanced at her and said with arrogance.

What he was thinking in his heart was whether he had missed it. In the past few days, although she hasn't stopped making small movements, she hasn't made big movements. How could it be possible that Long Live Master would go out for her in person?

Maybe he was thinking too much, maybe the emperor just wanted to go out of the palace.

Chu Yue doesn't care so much, I was so happy to hear this, even looking at the face of Master Feng didn't feel so annoying: "Thank you, Master Feng, the minion must remember it!"

Mr. Feng originally wanted to say thank you for what our family was doing. It was Long Live Lord who agreed, but he didn't explain why he thought that she could not be too proud.

I just said: "Thank our family, it’s no longer necessary. Our family is dedicated to serving the Lord Long live. Now it’s snowing, and you can’t go to the martial arts field. You can think of a way to make the Lord Wan live lively, and the Lord can handle the day It's folded."

Chu Yue casually said: "Soak your feet. Soaking your feet is the most comfortable. If you give it a massage, you can go 70% to 80% when you are tired."

Manager Feng looked at her with an expression of ‘our family knows you are not easy’.

Wasn’t she what she used to do when she was at Long’an Temple in the past? The dignified Princess Qin did not hesitate to put down her figure to wait for a poor monk to wash her feet. Don't want it.

"Go and let the Yushanfang prepare water." But Manager Feng didn't stop, as long as this palace lady can make Long live Lord easy, then he wouldn't mind giving her a chance to make a head start.

Chu Yue didn't think much, she went to the Imperial Kitchen to prepare the emperor's foot bath, and she went back to the small single room herself.

Manager Feng came in and said, "Long live master, the minion has already asked someone to burn the potion, will you bubble your feet later?"

"Yeah." Qin Heng responded, and he was indeed a little tired after dealing with so many folds.

At this time, the report came from outside, and the Supreme Emperor from Longxi Palace asked him to eat.

Qin Heng finished handling the folds in his hand, and then came over.

"The emperor doesn't need to be too tired. Government affairs are important, but health is even more important." The Emperor said, seeing his eyebrows with three points of fatigue.

He knew exactly what kind of temper his little son was, and taught him by hand. It was his pride, and he was more diligent than him.

"My son is okay." Qin Heng said.

"Today this winter is fine. There was a cold winter when you were a kid. It was really cold. It has snowed since October," said the Emperor.

In his opinion, this winter is not bad now, because his son is too worried about the country and the people.

Qin Heng accompanied his father to dinner and played a few more chess games. Seeing that it was late, he said, "My father has a good rest earlier, and the son will go home first."

The Supreme Emperor nodded, he was also tired and wanted to rest.