When Fang Yunheng arrived at the palace gate, he did not see the mansion's carriage.

The strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He rode his horse towards the palace. He didn't know when it started, but his body became hotter and hotter.

Thinking of the wine he drank at the banquet, his face darkened. The first person he thought of was Hua Ling, and then he shook his head, thinking that today was not the right time.

Fang Yunheng rode his horse back to the palace, but strangely, he didn't see any carriage on the road.

"Where's the lady?" he asked the porter.

The man lowered his head and his expression could not be seen in the darkness.

"Madam has gone to the main courtyard to wait for the prince. She said she has something to discuss with him."

Fang Yunheng frowned. What did Wen Qinning want to say? Was she saying that she couldn't forget the emperor and wanted him to fulfill her wish?

He stepped into the main courtyard and smelled the familiar fragrance of flowers as soon as he entered. This scent was...

The quilt was slightly raised.

He stepped closer and then lifted it up.

It's her, Hua Ling.

The emperor is so calculating. He really underestimated the emperor.

Fang Yunheng suppressed the urge of his body and wet his handkerchief with tea, then wiped off the covering on Hua Ling's face bit by bit, and the beautiful little face gradually revealed itself.

"Husband." Hua Ling opened her eyes and called him softly.

Fang Yunheng's heart skipped a beat, and his handkerchief dropped to the ground. "What did you call me?"

"My husband." Hua Ling hooked her arms around his neck and offered her rosy lips to him.

Fang Yunheng supported himself on both sides of Hua Ling with his hands, and asked her with his wits about to collapse: "Who are you?" He urgently needed to confirm something.

Hua Ling's warm breath sprayed on his ear, "I am Hua Ling, my husband, don't you remember my name?"

"Of course I remember." Fang Yunheng raised the corners of his mouth evilly. Unwilling to endure it any longer, he kissed her tempting lips fiercely.

No need to wear a veil or a mask, thanks to the emperor, he can now openly...

(The author is timid, the author is trembling with fear, the author is afraid of being locked up in a small dark room, uh, in short, it’s Jiu, damn the desire to win.)

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In the palace, Wen Qinning was both happy and resistant to see Xuanyuan Mo.

"Go away, don't come over here!"

Xuanyuan Mo stopped and did not feel as happy as he had imagined.

Wen Qinning and Hua Ling are 70% similar. He is used to Hua Ling's more perfect face, and he feels that Wen Qinning is full of flaws.

Her eyes aren't pretty enough, not as clear and spiritual as Hua Ling's.

The tip of his nose was too big, not small and delicate enough, and from where he stood he could see tiny pores and a few blackheads.

Her lips were not rosy enough, her skin was not fair enough, her figure was not as attractive as Hua Ling's, and she did not have the familiar fragrance of Hua Ling. Even her hair was not black, shiny and smooth enough.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frug

It turns out that this is true not only for objects but also for people. Once you have seen the vastness of the ocean, the "water" elsewhere can no longer be called "water".

Xuanyuan Mo suddenly realized that his aesthetic taste had been spoiled by Hua Ling. It must be because the two of them were too similar, so he unconsciously compared them.

He looked at Wen Qinning with a complicated expression and put the food on the table.

"You didn't eat anything at night, eat something to fill your stomach."

Wen Qinning looked at the large bone meat and glutinous rice lotus root in the bowl and pursed her lips.

She comes from a large family and has very high requirements for food. The presentation and decoration must be exquisite to arouse her appetite. She would not even look at this kind of rough-looking big bone meat.

But Xuanyuan Mo brought it to her, and she knew who it was for without having to think about it.

Wen Qinning turned her face away: "I want to eat the lucky star."

Xuanyuan Mo was stunned: "I asked the imperial kitchen to make it."

"Fu Xing Gao Zhao" is a dish made by stuffing cowpeas with meat. The cowpeas are boiled and rolled up like flowers, and then the meat filling is placed on top and steamed. It is then topped with a prepared sauce. It is one of Wen Qinning's favorite dishes.

It is not the peak season for cowpeas yet. The imperial kitchen only has a few cowpeas delivered from the hot spring villa every day. In addition, there is a banquet in the evening, so the daily supply is used up.

But the emperor wanted the imperial kitchen to find a way to produce cowpeas even if there was none, and everyone was at a loss.

After a tiring day, they still had to work overtime, and everyone in the imperial kitchen was in a bad mood.

Some people couldn't help but murmur: "Doesn't Concubine Ning hate cowpeas? Why did she specifically order this dish?"

"Who knows, maybe I didn't like it yesterday but I will like it today."

After about an hour, Wen Qinning finally ate the cowpea stuffed with meat. During this hour, Wen Qinning kept crying, and Xuanyuan Mo patiently comforted her.

"I can let go of the fact that you disobeyed my order and remarried, and I can also let your family go, but from today on, you are Concubine Ning."

Wen Qinning looked at the cowpeas in the bowl and asked, "What about Fang Yunheng?"

"I asked Hua Ling to go to him in your place. Now..." Xuanyuan Mo paused, "I'm afraid things are going on..."

Wen Qinning's face turned pale. He stood up, swept the cowpea stuffed with meat onto the ground, and asked, "What did you do to him?"

"I just used some tricks." Xuanyuan Mo's face was calm: "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have almost lost you. Now I just want to give up on you."

"Xuanyuan Mo, you are shameless!" Wen Qinning roared, "You have so many women in your harem, why do you still want to embarrass me?"

"Qin Ning, do you dare to say that I'm not in your heart?" Xuanyuan Mo said, "If not, why would you ask others about me, and why did you act so aggrieved at the palace banquet? Don't you just want me to recognize you?"

"I..." Wen Qinning didn't know what was wrong with her. When she was with Fang Yunheng, she was thinking of Xuanyuan Mo. Now that she was with Xuanyuan Mo, she couldn't bear to leave Fang Yunheng.

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