Chapter 79:

The March has passed, the peach blossoms have been thanked, and the weather has begun to pick up, but no one in the harem has felt warmer and even feels cold.
The Xi xian of Xihe Palace was almost killed by the monks, the emperor was furious, and the layers were checked. It was also a squad, but he was afraid that he was inexplicably tired.
To this day, the only thing that is so relaxed is that only the Zhelu in the Xihe Palace has been smashed. She is half lying on the soft couch and playing with the palace flowers specially sent by the temple.
"Mother, these teas..." Listen to the bamboo and take out the tea pot. "Is it still?"

Dinzhong Province is not sending the new Biluochun and Bitan Snow?
Zhuangluo looked at the tea pot.
It’s worth the burial of the pot of Luo Hansong.

She is not good at tea. This year's new tea will not be finished all at once. Even if the temple is not delivered for one month, it is enough, but since she was wronged, how can those in the province of Zhongli be better. The emperor came and drank the last year's Chencha, isn't it good?
"The slaves heard that the high-ranking father had let the provincial governor of the temple go to the Shangyi Bureau to do the roughing of the slaves." Listening to the bamboo carefully buried the tea under the soil of Luo Hansong, people can not see the traces of the following things before they Continued, "Xu Zhaorong, who has Changtianlou, is ill. Today, the palace lady around her has been in the main palace for half a day, and the emperor has not gone to see her."
Zhuang Luo snorted. "She didn't say that the lack of people was called a few days ago. I am afraid that more people will need to be called now."
Listening to the bamboo heard the words and said: "You still don't know the goddess. Although the emperor did not go to Changtianlou today, but he made a will, saying that Xu Zhaorong is sick, he needs to be rested, and he will reduce the Changtianlou. Minions."
After listening to the words of Zhu, Zhuang Luo smiled, the emperor was a bit tired of Xu Zhaorong's gestures, and now she found that she was deceiving, naturally more bored. Men should always sympathize with weak women, but hate women for making them weak.
It’s fun to be a fool, and it’s boring to work. As soon as the slaves around Qiangui were grievances and Xu Zhaorong was punished by the emperor, she guessed that the emperor was tired of Xu Zhaorong.
A moment of cold reception, let her see who is extremely disgusted with themselves, even if there is no room left, and directly bullied. Soft and beautiful, and being favored, Su Xiuyi is holding a favored cousin. Whose power is it?
It is no wonder that even if you climb up the model of Shugui, it is only a noble, and it is still too far to say and do things compared with Shugui.
"The Niangniang, the Jingyang Palace and the jade aunt came." Yunxi walked in. "The sun outside is very good, there is no wind, the goddess has to go to the sun?"
Zhuang Luo helped her hand to stand up. "It was boring to stay in the house all day. People put on tables and chairs in the yard, and let Aunt Yu and aunt in the yard."
He and Yu stood in the yard, and the warm and radiant sunshine sprinkled on the body, making people feel a little lazy. Since the night when Zhao Xianrong was attacked, she has never seen Zhao Xianrong. Now more than 20 days have passed, and the Hee Hee Palace has been rewarded with daily rewards. Anyone can see that the emperor has not abandoned Zhao Xianrong. Instead, the glory is unlimited.
Just thinking about this, I saw that Zhao Xianrong supported the hand of a palace lady and walked out. She did not release her hair. A blue silk was arbitrarily scattered behind her. The pink robes were slightly wide on the body, but there were Unspeakable taste.
"Slaves and jade have seen Zhao Xianrong's maiden." And Yu is busy going forward to ask for peace, and now who dares to have a scornful intention in front of Zhao Xianrong, isn't that looking for death? Don't say her, even the Queen's Empress is now polite to two points.
"And the aunt of the jade does not have to be rude, but what is the Queen's maiden to let you come?" Zhuang Luo 胭 and Yu smiled, then slowly sat down on the soft couch.
"Back to the maiden, the Queen's Empress has nothing to do, just let the slaves send you some blood medicine," and after the jade finished, let the palace lady behind him hand over the things to the slaves of Xihe Palace, "The Queen Empress also said Please ask the niece not to worry, if there is any need, just report to the Jingyang Palace."
"Thank you for the grace of the maiden," Zhuang Luo decapitation. "I was so tired that I was tired of the Queen's maiden. I should have personally given it to the maiden, but I was not allowed, but I also wished the lady to forgive me."
"Zhao Xianrong Niangniang is heavy," and Yu Wenyan said, "You are hurting now, where can you toss it like this, your heart goddess understands, the goddess said, as long as you can recover well, it is the best The maiden is pleased."
"The maiden is very thick, and I am really grateful." Zhuang Luo's voice was getting tired and his face was paler.
Seeing this situation with Yu and Yu, he said: "Please enlighten the sages of the sages and raise their bodies. The slaves will go back to the niece."
"Aunt walks slowly," Zhuang Luo stunned and smiled and left, until the invisible figure, the smile on his face did not fade, just closed his eyes and leaned on the soft couch to raise the gods, the warm sunshine on the body, it is too Suitable for sleeping in the spring.
Listening to the bamboo seeing Zhuangluo closed his eyes and regaining his spirit, he and Yunxi retired two steps, giving her a quiet environment.
Fu Bao walked into the yard and found that his master was sunbathing in the yard, and he waved at the bamboo.
"What?" Hearing bamboo came over and asked for a low voice.
"Listen to bamboo, have you heard that Gao Gonggong is checking the slaves of various palaces, but all the slaves who passed through the Xihe Palace on the day of the injury of the master were called to ask." Fubao followed the voice and said, "I heard There are still a few who are killed by the stick."
"There is a misconduct, and the life should be lost." Listening to the bamboo and turning to look at the Zhuangluo who is still raising the spirit, "this kind of hour does not have to report to the niece, saving the interest of the ruined mother."
When Zhuangluo opened his eyes, he saw that Fubao and Zhuzhu had something to say about it. They didn't ask much. They just changed their posture and continued to raise their spirits. Who knows that they slept slowly.
When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were bright yellow. She looked up slightly and saw the emperor sitting on the side of the soft couch, holding a book in her hand and watching it quietly.
"The emperor?" Zhuang Luozhen has not yet got up, the emperor has put down the book and held her down. "You haven't been able to sleep before, and now you can rest well now, you don't have to be in front of you."
Zhuang Luo squatted back on the couch and slightly removed his gaze. "Just didn't think that the emperor would come."
"If you have nothing to do today, you will come to see you." Feng Jin took the cloak on the bamboo hand and covered it on Zhuangluo. "If you sleep well, you are not called."
"I have slept for a while," Zhuang Luo touched his cheeks, which was reddened by the sun. "The emperor is still going to the house with the donkey. Reading in the sun is not good for the eyes."
Feng smiled and suddenly bent down/body, and picked up the Zhuangluo. "Love wants to go to the house, and naturally obey."
"Emperor!" Zhuang Luo stunned and reached for the emperor's neck. "This..."
The princess who enjoys the romance of the female host has a day of enjoyment. This feeling is not too good.
Feng would put Zhuangluo on the chaise longue and put the cloak on the back of Zhuangluo. "There is no sun in the house. Don't get cold. You are still weak, you can't get sick again."
"The emperor is always so nervous, where is it so weak." Zhuangluo swears with grievances, but his hand gently grabs the cloak. "The emperor's government is busy, so there is no need to be a gymnastics day."
"You said before, you are your day, then when you are not good, you have to worry about it." Feng Jin reached out and touched the blue silk of Zhuang Luo’s shoulder. "There has been no major incident in the DPRK. Very generous, you don't have to worry about this."
What Zhuangluo wants to say, I saw the green dragonfly moving in the sun for a while, the Luo Hansong came in. This pot of Luo Hansong is not very big, but it is still a little laborious to move.
"These things are handed over to the eunuchs. How do you make a heavy work for a palace girl? If you accidentally fall, how can you," Feng said that he gave the potted Luo Hansong to Zhuang Luo, and said, "Looking at it." Your house goddess likes this potted pine tree."
"Back to the emperor, the slaves moved, and they were slaves to take care of the pine trees on weekdays." Green squatted and bowed, and her appearance was good, with a sturdy temper.
Zhuang Luo's face was dull and looked green. This palace girl is also a big palace girl around her. She only likes to use Yun Xi and listening to bamboo. It is far from the green scorpion. Nowadays, this gesture of green 漪 is actually Let her be a little funny.
When is it difficult to move, but this time comes in?
"You can take care of this pine tree very well, just as a palace lady. I don't know if I want to ask you before entering the house?" Feng Jin did not seem to see the advantages of the green dragonfly. It was just a faint opening. "You are Zhao Xianrong. Gongmei, I don’t want to punish you, let’s go outside and squat.

"Slaves thank the emperor for grace," Green 漪 ugly face rude, and did not dare to lift out.
After she quit, Zhuangluo heard the sound of the bamboo outside the curtain.
"The emperor, the goddess, the slaves soaked the tea."
"Come in," Feng said, pulling the cloak on Zhuangluo's body, and then turned to look at the incoming bamboo road. "It's a dedicated slave, a pair of bounty ingots, and you have to wait for your wife in the future."

"Slaves thank you for the emperor's grace." Listen to the bamboo and kneel down and thank you.
Zhuang Luo sneered, his eyes fell on the pot of Luo Hansong, thoughtful.
Feng said that Zhuang Luo said: "I know that your temper is good, but if you are not allowed to use the slaves around you, you still have to squat, or it is a matter of trouble for the master."
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"The rules of the palace ladies are all specially educated. If there is something that does not understand the rules, it is not unclear, but not on the heart." Feng took a shot of Zhuangluo’s back, "serving the slaves who are not on the heart." Keeping it is a scourge."
Zhuang Luoyu hesitated for a moment and sighed: "The emperor is justified and ignorant."
"It's not that you are ignorant, but you didn't think about it." Feng's hand was changed to a grip, but the movement was very gentle.
After listening to the bamboo and seeing the two people in such a state of mind, they carefully retired. After seeing the green shackles outside, the brows were slightly wrinkled, and the top of the emperor was not the slave of the heart. When she saw the green dragonfly moving Luo Hansong into the room, could it be different?
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