The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the golden beast in the Chengqing Palace emits fragrance.
Song Heng hunched over his desk, and suddenly looked up at Ah Fu, who was standing in the distance with his brows lowered. "Ah Fu, why didn't you stop me when I was drunk yesterday?"
"Ah?" Ah Fu raised his eyes and responded quickly, "Slave, I stopped you."
Although Song Heng was drunk, he still remembered what happened yesterday after he sobered up. Fortunately, he finally stopped because of her tears, otherwise...
"I just kissed her forehead..." Song Heng muttered, "She won't hold a grudge against me like this, will she?"
Ah Fu was a little surprised. He hadn't seen Song Heng so childish in - it had been almost 10 years. Back then, when he had just been assigned to take care of the prince, Song Heng also had a childish and cunning side. But later on...
"Afu, I'm asking you a question..." Song Heng glanced at the stunned Afu, who immediately responded, "No, how could that be!"
"...How perfunctory," Song Heng lowered his eyes: "You are not her, there is no point in asking you..."
Ah Fu's mouth twitched.
"What's wrong with these ministers?" Song Heng looked at the pile of documents beside him. "Aren't they usually very good at speaking and writing? Why are there only so many memorials today?"
Ah Fu looked at the documents that had been reviewed... Normally, there was about this much...
Song Heng frowned and quickly changed the subject: "She even cried..."
"A woman would probably be a little frightened when she first encountered this situation," Ah Fu just wanted to comfort Song Heng as he was so emotionally exposed. It was very rare to see him like that.
"Really?" Song Heng raised his eyes: "How do I know if she is - angry with me..."
"Your Majesty, why not go look for Consort Mu again and see how she treats you?" Ah Fu cautiously probed, "If she's angry, I'll definitely be able to tell."
"Hmm," Song Heng's eyes lit up, but he immediately covered his forehead with his hands, feeling rather helpless: "How can I find it now..."
Ah Fu looked at the people in the hall and could feel that His Majesty seemed to be happy in his heart.
Because he kissed Mu Zhaoyi.
"Your Majesty, Consort Mu is in the harem," Ah Fu reminded him gently, "It's perfectly normal for you to go there."
"Yeah," Song Heng replied in a deep voice, but he was obviously not satisfied with the answer: "They say that people will lose consciousness after being drunk..."
"Yes," Ah Fu quickly replied, "Your Majesty was just drunk and confused. This was definitely not his intention!"
Song Heng's face darkened. "What do you mean by 'absolutely not my intention'? I—"
Then he stopped immediately and said, "Using drunkenness as an excuse, what's the difference between me and those scoundrels who use alcohol to get things done?"
Ah Fu reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. The emperor's heart is as deep as a needle in the sea...
The hall was completely silent, and time and space seemed frozen by the winter cold.
"Your Majesty hasn't held a family dinner in a long time," Ah Fu suddenly had an idea: "We should invite some concubines to have dinner together."
Song Heng quickly raised his eyes to look at Ah Fu and replied calmly, "Well - I've been busy with foreign war affairs for some time, so I was delayed. You go and make the arrangements."
"As you wish," Ah Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and Song Heng then said casually, "There's no need for too many concubines at a family banquet. Just arrange a suitable number of concubines, and only those who should come will be present."
Ah Fu sneered inwardly. It had been a long time since he had seen His Majesty act so childishly and trying to hide his guilt.
I still remember that when I was young, I accompanied Song Heng to sweep out a piece of space on the snow in winter and sprinkle cake crumbs on it to catch sparrows. Ah Fu's space was covered with sparrows, but Song Heng's was empty.
Song Heng, who was about 8 or 9 years old at that time, curled his lips and said, "I don't really want to catch the sparrow...", but his eyes never left the sparrow under Ah Fu's cover until he finally let it fly away.
At this moment, Song Heng stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. On his golden robe, there was a flying dragon with bright eyes and bared fangs and claws, looking awe-inspiring.
But her eyes and brows appeared somewhat gentle under the light, and the window faced the direction of Chenxiang Pavilion.
As if the final hammer had struck, the final word was final, I looked at the map of the capital in my hand, and unconsciously used my brush to imitate the sentimental women in the storybooks and write and draw -
"It was all a dream, a mere spectacle. The twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month."
For the next year or so, just be a good Mu Zhaoyi.
I will do what Song Heng needs me to do under this identity. After leaving this deep palace in a year, we will have no further contact and no connection with each other.
After sorting out this thought, my mind became much clearer.
I know Song Heng treats me well, but the reason is no longer important now.
Whether it was due to government needs, curiosity, or genuine sincerity...
I am selfish. Even if it is the last type, when it is not exclusive to me, I don’t want to offer my unique self to others.
He may have special concerns for the princess and perhaps other women, but I can also be reserved.
Thinking about this, I thought of another point. What's more, the princess is already concerned about Your Majesty. Even in terms of time sequence, my principles will not allow me to interfere on my own.
They will be passive and do their own duties; but they will not be proactive and eager to please.
This wouldn't be considered unfair to Rushuang, right? The line was drawn clearly, and I rubbed my face. "Mu Zhaoyi, Mu Zhaoyi, just be a good Mu Zhaoyi."
"Xiao Tao, today is the 20th, right?" I suddenly remembered something. I haven't received the deposit certificate sent by Mu Chenfeng this month.
"Yes." Xiaotao responded to me while folding clothes.
"It used to be sent on the 15th..." I muttered to myself. Just as I was wondering, Xiao Cui walked in from outside, holding a letter sealed with yellow paper in her hand.
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