Look at the gentle beauty.
Somehow, Fu Xiyu's mind gradually overlapped with her former Wanpin. She couldn't help but smile and said the same words she had said to Wanpin that day.
Roumei was very happy and talked for a long time before leaving Huayang Palace.
Lingyun escorted the person all the way to the door. When she returned, she saw that the meal was already being served. She washed her hands and went to help. Thinking of what Rou Meiren had just said, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "This servant thinks that Rou Meiren is very similar to the former Concubine Wan."
Fu Xiyu just smiled faintly and didn't respond. Thinking of Concubine Wan, she couldn't help but ask, "Still no news from Qingning Palace?"
Lingyun nodded. "Concubine Wei is timid, and Concubine Wan is very meticulous. I'm afraid it won't be easy to find the flaw. We can only wait a little longer."
After that day, Rou Meiren came to Huayang Palace from time to time.
She either brought some food or made some clothes for the children, but Fu Qianyu remembered the lesson of Concubine Wan and did not really open up to Roumei.
Every autumn rain brings a chill, and the weather really gets cold after the Double Ninth Festival.
The emperor had discussed the autumn hunting with Imperial Noble Consort Fu Qianyu early in the morning, as it was in October and it was still early.
I thought it wouldn’t be too late to discuss it slowly after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Now that the Imperial Noble Consort is pregnant, she suffers from severe morning sickness. She feels groggy every day and cannot even get out of bed. The responsibility of arranging this matter falls solely on Fu Qianyu.
That afternoon, after Haining went to the front to inquire and found out that the ministers had already dispersed, he instructed Lingyun to take the cakes that Rou Meiren had sent before lunch and head towards Zichen Palace.
Halfway through the journey, he happened to meet Yun, who had just been released from house arrest.
Since that day, Yun was confined to Zhilin Palace until after the Double Ninth Festival. As for the reason, Fu Qianyu could not guess.
But when the two met, Yun glared at Fu Qianyu like a black-eyed chicken.
Peirong saw her being so disrespectful and couldn't help but scold her, "How dare you! You don't even show respect when you see the Imperial Concubine?"
Yun was not afraid at all. She stared at Fu Xiyu with a pair of eyes and sneered, "You are such a noble concubine! You have hurt me to this point. One day I will get back at you. Just wait, you won't have many days left."
Seeing Yun's ferocious look, Ling Yun Peirong was so scared that she quickly protected Fu Qianyu. However, Yun did not do anything extreme. She just sneered a few times and turned away.
Seeing her acting so crazy, Peirong couldn't help but spit and curse, "You're holding your neck high like a pheasant. Who are you trying to scare?"
"Forget it, she's pitiful too, let's go."
This farce did not affect Fu Qianyu. When she arrived at the Zichen Palace, the emperor had just finished reviewing the memorials and was sitting cross-legged on the kang, fiddling with a chess game.
Seeing Fu Qianyu coming, he waved to her happily, "You came at the right time. I'm bored playing chess alone."
Fu Qianyu was not restrained either. She placed the cakes she brought in front of the emperor and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, please try them and see if they suit your taste."
A plate of rose pastry and a plate of osmanthus cake were both what the emperor ate on a daily basis.
The emperor didn't eat much at noon, and after taking a nap he discussed military affairs with the military ministers. The little he had eaten at noon had long been digested.
I didn't feel hungry at first, but when the sweet smell of the pastries wafted in, I realized that I was already rumbling with hunger.
I picked up a piece of osmanthus cake with silver chopsticks. It was sweet and refreshing.
After swallowing it, Zhao Yuancheng couldn't help but praise, "Your cooking skills in the small kitchen are getting better and better."
"As long as the emperor likes it." Fu Qianyu smiled, "It's just that this is not what I did. I am just offering this to please the emperor."
Zhao Yuancheng was curious, "Oh? Who made this cake?"
Fu Qianyu raised her hand to support her chin, looking at the emperor with a leisurely smile: "Rou Meiren is not only beautiful, but also a great dancer. I didn't expect her pastry making skills to be even more extraordinary. Your Majesty is indeed blessed."
There seemed to be a hint of jealousy in the light words.
Zhao Yuancheng put down his chopsticks, sniffed his nose, and couldn't help but joke, "Why does it feel a bit sour? Did you bring vinegar?"
Fu Qianyu smiled brightly at Zhao Yuancheng, "Of course I'm jealous, but I'm sensible."
All the women in the harem appear to be gentle and virtuous on the surface, but they do all kinds of bad things behind the scenes. If you ask someone else this question.
Others will definitely give him a perfect answer.
But Fu Qianyu is the first one to speak her mind so frankly.
Zhao Yuancheng immediately pulled her into his arms, and with a warm smile, he said, "I've been staying in Jiuhua Palace these past few days. Do you blame me?"
Fu Qianyu leaned into his arms and nodded. Then she heard another ambiguous voice in her ear: "Don't leave this afternoon. Will you stay with me?"
The body was kneaded until it was soft and tender.
Thinking back to the time since Fu Qianyu gave birth, Zhao Yuancheng had been concerned about her health and it had been three months since they last had an intimate relationship.
The afternoon sun is warm.
It fell through the gap onto the warm kang, and the two of them were entangled in the light and shadow. Fu Qianyu felt the man's heat and deliberately resisted and welcomed it, "Your Majesty, the cakes are not finished yet?"
Zhao Yuancheng smiled, his tone ambiguous: "No matter how sweet the cakes are, they can't be as sweet as you."
After giving birth, Fu Qianyu's body became much fuller than before. Zhao Yuancheng caressed the skin of the person under him, and the touch was like caressing a piece of smooth satin, which made him unable to let go.
Outside the door, Eunuch Zhu had already dispersed the crowd.
Lingyun blushed when she heard the noise inside, and asked Peirong to go back and get her master's spare clothes.
The noise continued until the sun set in the west, and the warm room gradually became quiet.
The man was so exhausted that he could not even open his eyes. He kept asking Zhao Yuancheng to carry him to wash up. When he remembered to discuss the autumn hunt, it was already completely dark.
Fortunately, there was nothing important happening in the afternoon, so Fu Qianyu naturally stayed in Zichen Palace for dinner.
Speaking of the autumn hunt, Fu Qianyu asked, "Your Majesty, have you decided which concubines to take with you? I will start to order people to make arrangements."
Since Zhao Yuancheng had no intention of deposing the queen, and autumn hunting was a long-standing tradition in the Dajing Dynasty, it went without saying that the queen would have to go along.
As for which concubines to bring along to serve him, it depends on Zhao Yuancheng's own wishes.
"The Imperial Concubine is the best horseman, but she suffers from severe morning sickness and cannot stand the bumpy ride. So let her stay in the palace to take good care of her pregnancy."
"Your Majesty is very thoughtful."
Zhao Yuancheng ate the fish slowly. "Mi Fei has a charming personality and loves to be in a lively atmosphere. If Hui Meiren leaves, the Imperial Noble Concubine will probably have no one to support her."
Fu Qianyu nodded and said, "Concubine Hui is calm and considerate. Let her stay in the palace to accompany the Imperial Concubine. This way, both the Emperor and I can feel at ease."
"Since Wanpin's pregnancy seems stable, going out for a walk will also help with her pregnancy. If we can bring Roumeiren and Weicairen with us, it will be enough."
"What about Sister Yun?"
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