Fu Yao stayed and had dinner with her.
He recalled the last time the Empress Dowager had lunch in the palace. Perhaps he had frightened her, so he deliberately dismissed all the palace maids and eunuchs, rolled up his sleeves and began to serve her food.
Jiang Jiang shook his head and asked him to sit down and eat together.
Fu Yao glanced at her and said calmly, "Why, am I not as good as those palace maids in serving me?"
Jiang Jiang almost choked: "Your Majesty, you want to compete with them?"
Fu Yao raised his eyebrows, as if to say "Why not?" and forced Jiang Jiang to make a choice.
Jiang Jiang looked at the increasingly high volume of food in his bowl and said hurriedly, "You've served well, okay? Come sit down and have dinner with us."
"Eunuch Sun just told me that you're so busy with government affairs that you don't eat on time every day, which is bad for your stomach."
She also picked up a few dishes for him.
Fu Yao was not particular about food. How could a child who grew up in the cold palace have a delicate tongue? So he ate whatever she picked up.
Listening to her muttering some common sense in life into his ear, he couldn't help but smile.
As Jiang Jiang spoke, he realized that he had talked too much. He had a headache and probably didn't like people talking to him all the time, so he took a sip of tea and concentrated on his meal.
Fu Yao put down his chopsticks first: "Why don't you continue?"
Jiang Jiang swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Suddenly, I remembered what Nanny taught us: don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping."
Fu Yao's eyes fell on her face, "There's no need to be so polite in front of me. Just say whatever you want to say."
Compared to the lonely atmosphere of the two of them sitting face to face, he still liked the atmosphere just now, as if they were just an ordinary couple in the mortal world.
Jiang Jiang looked up at him and suddenly said, "Your Majesty seems a little different."
Fu Yao looked at her steadily, without dodging, and just said, "Because I suddenly realized something."
For example, since one has used all possible means to sit on the throne, if there are some things that one is unwilling to let go, one must use all his power to keep them.
After the meal, Jiang Jiang offered to give him a massage, saying in a high-sounding manner, "Your Majesty's health is related to the well-being of the country and the stability of the people. I also want to do my best to help."
Fu Yao naturally would not refuse her, and let the soft force circle around his forehead, and a faint, nameless fragrance enveloped him.
He actually felt a little sleepy again.
"Okay." Fu Yao stretched out his hand to stop her from going any further.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Fu Yao shook his head: "No, it's just too comfortable, I'm a little tired."
"Then rest."
"There are still some political matters that haven't been dealt with." Fu Yao stood up and reluctantly squeezed her fingertips. The rubbing of their fingertips felt like an electric shock. "It's getting late, so let's stay in the side hall for the night."
Jiang Jiang was also a little sleepy, but he still remembered that this was the Yangxin Palace: "Isn't this against the rules?"
Fu Yao smiled, this time with a touch of youthful arrogance, "I am the rule."
Since he said so, Jiang Jiang was too lazy to go back to Chuxiu Palace on a rainy day. By then, he would definitely meet many concubines who came to inquire about the news along the way.
Jiang Jiang also understood that most of them came to the palace with their family's expectations. Those who could become concubines either had prominent families or were outstanding enough. It was natural for them to want to climb to a higher position.
After all, if given a choice, who would want to live a mediocre life?
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