When he returned to Yangui Palace, Di Zixiao was trembling all over.
Along the way, his soaked clothes had been blown half dry by the wind. He should have been cold, but now he could only feel the heat.
Recalling the last sentence Su Man said just now, he couldn't suppress the rage in his heart.
Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog. Is this an insult to him and the fact that he is no different from those male favorites in the harem who are eagerly waiting for her to come?
And Bantu has more than one prince. What does that mean? She thinks Bantu will not turn against Dayong for a discarded child like him, right?
Su Man's words completely tore off Di Zixiao's fig leaf and trampled on his self-righteous pride.
Di Zixiao's chest heaved violently. Looking at the Bantu furnishings in the hall, he felt that every object inside was silently mocking him.
She is the queen of Dayong. She can give him these things when she dotes on him, and can take them back at any time when she doesn't want to dote on him anymore.
He grabbed a corner of the tablecloth and pulled it hard, and the things on the table fell to the ground.
"Bitch!"
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Xiangyang Palace
After changing his clothes, Yu Guijun came out and served tea to Su Man. "Your Majesty, thank you for waiting. Please have some tea."
Su Man took the teacup and took a sip. "Not bad, your tea-making skills have improved."
Yu Guijun nodded slightly, his manners were graceful, and it was obvious that he had been well-educated since childhood.
Su Man put down her teacup and said, "All of you leave."
"yes."
Soon, they were the only two left in the room.
Su Man stood up first and walked towards the inner room.
Seeing this, Yu Guijun thought that Su Man wanted him to sleep with her, so he tactfully lowered the gauze curtain outside.
Once inside, he spontaneously began to undo his belt and hung his outer robe on the screen.
At this moment, Su Man was staring at a painting on the wall. When she noticed Yu Guijun, he had taken off all his clothes except for his pajamas, and his slender waist looked too thin to be held in one hand.
Su Man was stunned and realized that it was her behavior that caused him to misunderstand.
She asked him in because she had something to say and was afraid that someone might eavesdrop outside. However, she didn't expect that Yu Guijun was so tactful that he directly plucked the shell and brought it to the table, catching her off guard.
Seeing that Ren Yu's hand had already touched her collar, Su Man quickly stopped him, "Ren Yu, I want to talk to you first."
"say?"
Ren Yu looked at Su Man's expression and immediately realized that she didn't want him now. He didn't get angry and put on his clothes one by one.
Su Man sat on the low couch and waved at him, "Do you know how to play chess?"
Ren Yu nodded gently, "I only know a little bit. If Your Majesty is interested, Yu'er can play a game with you."
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The chessboard is ready, and the two players start playing chess one by one.
In the end, Ren Yu lost to Su Man by two points.
"Your Majesty's chess skills are superb, Yu'er cannot compare to him."
Su Man threw the white piece in her hand into the chess box, and the jade pieces collided with each other, making a crisp "ding" sound.
When Ren Yu first entered the palace, his mother was only a county magistrate, and his appearance was not outstanding in the harem full of handsome men. The only thing he could show off was his slender waist.
Su Man had heard that in order to maintain her figure, Ren Yu did not eat after noon, and did not eat meat, greasy food, or sweets.
Such a person is patient and smart, and knows how to judge the situation. No matter when Diman comes to him, he feels very comfortable.
Even now, when he wanted to lose the game of chess to her, he did it without leaving any trace.
He is not always under her, but sometimes makes you feel threatened, and sometimes gives in, allowing you to win in the ups and downs. Compared with simply feeding moves, this method is obviously more clever.
...
Seeing Su Man staring at him, Ren Yu didn't panic at all. He smiled gently and said, "Yu'er has recently learned some massage techniques from the imperial doctor. Your Majesty, would you like to try them?"
Su Man raised an eyebrow. "You are now a noble king, and you are willing to learn these things?"
Ren Yu smiled. "Everything Yu'er has now was bestowed by His Majesty. To be frank, without His Majesty, not only would Yu'er's position be lost, but even Yu'er herself wouldn't survive. Naturally, I must devote myself wholeheartedly to His Majesty."
Hearing this, Su Man looked at Ren Yu with a more inquiring look.
His words seemed to be about favor, but in fact, he was hinting at what was happening in the court today.
His meaning was very clear. He would not have any secret dealings with the Ren family. After all, once you enter the palace, it is like entering a deep sea. Without her support, no matter how prosperous the Ren family is, it will have nothing to do with him.
Su Man felt that Ren Yu was smarter and understood why Di Man was influenced by him.
She didn't delve into the issue any further, but beckoned to Ren Yu, "Since Yu'er is willing to learn, let's give it a try."
"yes."
Ren Yu took off the rings and bracelets on his hands and wrapped them up, then knelt on the couch behind Su Man and helped her massage her temples.
The force that was neither too light nor too heavy made Su Man close her eyes comfortably.
He pressed from the temple to the Fengchi point, then stroked the back of the head and pressed downwards.
Every point pressed was an acupuncture point, as if bringing Suman back to modern times for a massage.
After Ren Yu finished the massage, Su Man opened her eyes and felt that the scene in front of her was much brighter.
Ren Yu got down from the couch and nodded, saying, "I'm not very good at learning, and I'm sorry to have embarrassed myself in front of Your Majesty."
Looking at his submissive appearance, Su Man suddenly felt a little happy about being an empress.
If everyone in the harem was so worry-free, life would be so comfortable.
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at night
Su Man was reviewing memorials in the Qinzheng Hall, while Nong Shuang was cutting the wick of a lamp beside her.
Seeing that the time was almost up, a palace messenger came over with a tray, "Your Majesty."
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