PDLP Chapter 332: Sitting on the Bench for a Night
Chapter 332: Sitting on the Bench for a Night
332 Sitting on the bench all night
"Your Majesty, people always say that Shilan is not good at studying. I thought that in this long night, copying Buddhist scriptures and getting some exposure to writing would not be a waste of your Majesty's daily instructions." Concubine Hua never stopped writing.
"When did you take my words so seriously?" The emperor looked up at Concubine Hua, feeling that something was odd. Although his words were extremely appropriate, this was not something that Concubine Hua, who usually liked to be jealous of him, would do.
It seems that Concubine Hua is not so warm to me anymore.
"Every word your Majesty says, I take to heart." Hua Fei's words were permeated with some coldness, but also with a hint of coquettishness, just right. The suspicious emperor sensitively caught it for a moment and attributed this strange feeling to Hua Fei being petty with him.
The emperor got down from the couch, walked to the desk, bent down to take a look at the scriptures copied by Concubine Hua, and at the same time wanted to do what he wanted to do when he came to Yikun Palace this time.
Unexpectedly, just as he stretched out his hand to hold Hua Fei's hand, Hua Fei loosened the pen, twisted her fair wrist to indicate that her hand was sore, and asked Song Zhi to bring up some midnight snack.
The emperor rubbed the tips of two fingers in the air, then retracted them awkwardly.
Why do I feel a little... greasy today when I'm used to doing this?
Yes, although he had eaten a lot of food, the emperor now felt that his behavior was a bit greasy in front of the Buddhist scriptures that Concubine Hua had copied devoutly.
After all, Concubine Hua was praying for a child for herself and Concubine Wan, but she herself was lusting after having enough food and clothing. This was really wrong.
The emperor coughed twice, returned to the small couch, and Songzhi presented him with a bowl of sesame dumplings, which he took two bites of.
"This glutinous rice ball is good." The emperor casually took the spoon and put one into his mouth, "I remember there is a girl named Lingzhi in your palace who is very good at cooking." It was probably because of the last time when Lingzhi defended Concubine Hua in front of the emperor, the emperor was impressed by her crisp and crisp taste.
"Yes, she likes to eat, so I sent her to work in the small kitchen." Hua Fei responded, not knowing why the emperor suddenly mentioned Lingzhi.
"I see that the palace maids under you are all well trained." The emperor put down his bowl and his black eyes moved around at the palace maids standing in the hall, and then fell on Songzhi.
Normally, Concubine Hua was arrogant, and the servants in her palace who followed her around were also a bit arrogant, but they never said anything for Concubine Hua's sake.
But after a long time, Songzhi, who was beside Concubine Hua, seemed to have lowered her brows and eyes, and became much calmer.
She was less frivolous and looked much more composed than Ling Xiang who had just come out of Concubine Hua's palace.
Songzhi naturally felt the emperor's gaze on him. His palms were sweating from nervousness. He lowered his head and tried his best to shrink into a corner and not make any attention-grabbing moves.
"Hmph, Your Majesty has not been to Yikun Palace for a long time. Once he came to my palace, his eyes were always fixed on irrelevant people nearby." A cold light flashed in Hua Fei's eyes, and the spoon in her hand was slammed into the bowl.
The emperor followed Hua Fei's words and retracted his gaze. He felt very happy and laughed dryly twice. "I have been left sitting on the bench all night, and now my son is jealous again."