I think Song Heng may have had more energy recently because he handed over all the trivial and scattered memorials to the editors of the Hanlin Academy. Every time he spoke, I was stunned.
Although I have to say, I was really happy when I heard it.
As I was thinking about this, I was walking towards the front yard holding a lamp of bright red cherries.
These were just picked by my grandmother and I from the cherry forest on the hillside. After picking them, we washed them in the gurgling stream in the forest and brought them back.
There were still fresh water droplets on the cherries, sparkling in the sunlight.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw the thin editor of the Hanlin Academy, Fengli, who was walking out with small steps, holding a stack of memorials in his hands.
Alas, fortunately there is a carriage. If I really had to go up and down the mountain myself, there would be no way this thin Fengli could bear it.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard him call me: "Greetings, Mu Zhaoyi."
I knew he was holding a stack of memorials and it was inconvenient for him to bow, so I quickly waved and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you can go back."
After saying that, I subconsciously turned around and called Fengli, "Editor Han, would you like some cherries? I just picked them down the mountain. They're quite sweet."
During this period, I got along very well with the maids. It was very natural to greet them and have a meal when we met.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he said humbly, "Thank you for your kindness, Consort Mu, but it's not convenient for me right now. Thank you again, Consort Mu."
Very honest.
I actually forgot how to take the cherries when he was holding the memorials in both hands. I couldn't help feeling a little guilty: "Oh, I neglected it. Next time you come, I'll ask someone to prepare a copy and send it to your carriage."
"No, no," Fengli quickly declined. "Thank you, Zhaoyi Mu, for your kindness! I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After he finished speaking, he was seen trotting out with the memorial in his hands, his steps even faster than before.
I looked at the bright red cherry in my hand - did it look like poison?
After shrugged helplessly, he turned around and planned to go find Song Heng to show off his hard work, but suddenly found that Song Heng had been sitting in the pentagonal pavilion without him knowing when.
He was sitting at the table reading a letter. From the pale yellow paper, one could tell it was another letter from the front, similar to the previous ones.
At night, when there is no one in the front yard and it is dark, you can still look at this secret letter in the yard.
But during this period, Song Heng usually read secret letters in the room with the door closed. How come he was so bold to come into the yard today?
I walked over with the glass cup in my hand, and seeing him concentrating on reading the letter with his head down, I finally decided to stop approaching him and simply sat down on the ground in a corner of the pavilion, watching him quietly.
I'd better wait until he's done before asking him if he wants to eat cherries.
There was a soft fluffy blanket in the pentagonal pavilion. I stretched my legs and sat comfortably on the blanket to peek at Song Heng.
The lines "There is a gentleman who is as sharp as a knife, as polished as a stone," "When I think of a gentleman, I feel as warm as jade," and "as bright as a jade tree before the wind" all rushed into my mind. (From "Qi'ao, the Songs of Wei," "Xiaorong, the Songs of Qin," and "Song of the Eight Immortals Drinking")
Beauty is a feast for the eyes, beauty is a feast for the eyes.
I wanted to lower my head and pick up a cherry to eat, but it was too quiet. I thought that the sound of me eating the cherry might disturb him, so I decided to just wait together. There was no rush.
I just spent my time staring at the cherries in the glass cup, counting how many water droplets were on each cherry.
After a while, I suddenly noticed some movement in front of me. I looked up and saw Song Heng standing in front of me with a letter in his hand.
I smiled and subconsciously reached out to pick up a cherry and asked him, "Want some cherries? I just picked them and washed them myself."
Unusually, he didn't smile, but just looked down at the cherry lamp without saying a word.
I frowned, thinking my voice was too quiet, and was about to ask again, but he said sullenly, "Han Fengli's monthly salary is enough to buy a cart of cherries. You don't have to ask him if he wants some."
I was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. Why didn't I realize that Song Heng would care about these things before?
That’s right, there were not many men in the palace who had contact with me before.
"I asked him because I saw he was doing something for you!" I winked and smiled at him, emphasizing the key point: "It's for you!"
His expression softened a little and he seemed to be about to speak, but suddenly he threw the letter at me and pounced on me.
He supported his arms on my ears with half of his body pressed tightly against me. I fell down suddenly and landed on the soft cushion, stunned and not knowing what happened to him.
He immediately leaned down and buried his head in my shoulder. I shuddered and was about to speak when I heard his calm voice, which was completely different from the ambiguous atmosphere at the moment: "Hua Xiang."
At this time, Prime Minister Hua came in with a group of officials. What they saw was Song Heng throwing me to the ground in the pentagonal pavilion with his face buried in my shoulder, looking like we were being intimate.
I quickly came to my senses, but I was heartbroken that everything happened so suddenly that I subconsciously spilled at least half of the cup of cherries, with one hand still holding the glass cup suspended in the air.
Song Heng stood up slightly, as if he hadn't noticed Prime Minister Hua and the other officials. He placed one hand on my ear and gently held my face with the other. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and I guess Prime Minister Hua and the others, who were stunned there, could just hear him: "Shuang'er, I really want to get drunk in this gentle land with you, and spend our lives in love, no matter how short or long it is."
Song Heng is so strong, he can act and say sweet words as soon as he says them.
But when it comes to acting, I'm not bad either.
In fact, when I saw Song Heng's affectionate eyes, I wanted to kiss him for a moment, but I didn't want Hua Xiang and the others to see it.
I put down the glass cup in my hand, picked up a bright red cherry by feel, and slowly placed it next to Song Heng's lips. I smiled as if no one was around and said, "Your Majesty, please try these cherries picked by Shuang'er first and see if they are delicious."
The bright red color of the cherry made Song Heng's thin lips look even more attractive. He slightly opened his lips and held the cherry. I finally waited for that light cough from Eunuch Afu.
But Song Heng still stuck to me without moving, just turned his head slightly to look at me. I suddenly realized why Song Heng made such a big move, and the secret letter was still hidden between us.
I sorted out my thoughts and pretended to turn around to look. Only Prime Minister Hua and Eunuch Afu looked normal. The expressions of the officials behind them were extremely complicated and changed in an instant.
I feigned shyness and turned my head again, wrapping my arms around Song Heng's neck, looking somewhat dissatisfied: "Your Majesty, why are there so many people?"
Well, today my reputation as a "fox spirit" has been firmly and unshakably established once again.
"Be good, they are all irrelevant people." Song Heng ignored them and turned around to coax me in a gentle voice.
I could even feel the dark lines and embarrassment on the faces of those "irrelevant people".
Humph, I'm embarrassed too if I tell you not to come earlier or later, okay?
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