Chapter 153 Chapter 153
[Chapter 153]
Yan Shiyu was bent over his desk handling state affairs. When he heard Wei Maoyuan's words, the hand holding the brush stopped. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were very calm, but Wei Maoyuan could see a bit of fear in them for no reason.
Fortunately, the emperor quickly lowered his head to look at the memorial in his hand, and Wei Maoyuan's shock was relieved:
"Let them in."
He hurried outside the palace to invite the royal concubine. The eldest prince walked behind Ruan Yun, and Wei Maoyuan couldn't help but look at him several times.
Joy appeared in the eldest prince's eyes. He had not seen his father for a long time. Now that he saw his father, even though he was old and mature, he could not suppress the excitement in his heart.
Before Ruan Yun could speak, the eldest prince greeted her first, "May your Majesty be well and safe."
Ruan Yun took the flower branch she had just picked from Ying Ning's hand. The tender branches matched with the rouge-colored flowers, and it seemed that her hands were also stained with a light layer of red.
Yan Shiyu's dark eyes fell on it, staring at it for several seconds before he looked away.
"Why is Ting'er here?"
Yan Shiyu put down his pen, pinched his brow with one hand, and looked a little tired.
After looking everywhere but failing to find a vase in the Emperor's Purple Palace, Ruan Yun simply placed all the flowers on the Emperor's memorials. A few drops of the flower juice fell onto the memorials, and Yan Shiyu's heart twitched.
Her almond-shaped eyes fell on the memorial, and Ruan Jun looked at the emperor again. She saw that the emperor's face was getting darker, but there was innocence on his face, which was more beautiful than a flower.
The creamy hand wanted to touch the emperor's brow, but suddenly she remembered that the eldest prince was still standing below, so she stretched her hand into the air and then retracted it.
Yan Shiyu narrowed his dark eyes, his face turned as dark as a pot, and he directly grabbed Ruan Yun's wrist and led her to sit next to him.
It seemed as if there was no one in the hall. Ruan Yun was used to it.
But today, the eldest prince was still standing below, and he could faintly hear the wet nurse's gentle coaxing sounds.
The tips of Ruan Yun's ears were tinged with a hint of red, but the emperor's iron arm was too strong, and just placing it on her waist made her unable to move.
Her hand was held in Yan Shiyu's and he was playing with it. The eldest prince couldn't help but take a look at it, but he quickly lowered his head, with an indescribable feeling in his eyes.
There is envy and desire, but more than that, there is an indescribable feeling.
Father, you have never treated mother like this before.
Realizing that he had been distracted for too long, the eldest prince pursed his lips and said, "I was riding a horse a few days ago and accidentally sprained my arm. Master asked me to have a good rest, so I wanted to come and see my father."
Yan Shiyu's rough and thin fingertips inadvertently slid across the back of Ruan Yun's hand, making Ruan Yun itchy. She hooked her fingertips lightly, leaving a soft touch on Yan Shiyu's palm.
Her larynx slid up and down so vigorously that even her chest felt itchy as she moved unconsciously.
Yan Shiyu said calmly, "Your master is doing this for your own good. If you develop a chronic illness, you won't be able to ride a horse or even practice calligraphy in the future."
The eldest prince looked straight at Yan Shiyu, "Father, do you know that your son is injured?"
Yan Shiyu did not change his mind at all because of the eldest prince's words, and directly admitted, "The imperial physician came to report to me early in the morning."
The eldest prince's eyes were instantly filled with loneliness. At first glance, the eldest prince's face looked very much like Concubine De, but upon closer inspection, one could find that the eldest prince's eyebrows and expression were very similar to the emperor.
How could Ruan Jun not understand what the eldest prince said? Even though the eldest prince was mature and sophisticated, he was still a child after all. It was nothing for him to long for his father's love.
Whatever the eldest prince wanted to say later, he couldn't get it out because of his father's words.
With his fists clenched at his sides, the eldest prince mustered up his courage and asked, "Father, will you come to see me tomorrow?"
Ruan Yun turned her head away, also wanting to know the emperor's answer.
Yan Shiyu responded quickly, "Yes."
The eldest prince, who had been feeling lonely just now, became much happier because of his father's words.
Wei Maoyuan looked at the emperor's expression, lowered his head and said to the eldest prince: "Eldest prince, the emperor still has political affairs to deal with. I will take you back to the palace, okay?"
The eldest prince was reluctant to leave, but seeing his father's indifferent eyes, he nodded slowly.
Wei Maoyuan carefully took the eldest prince out. After the door of the inner hall was closed, Ruan Jun immediately wanted to stand up.
Yan Shiyu noticed Ruan Yun's movements, tightened his hands, and took Ruan Yun into his arms, letting her sit on his lap.
His black eyes looked at the flowers she picked without leaving a trace. He thought that because they had been left for too long, the flowers had become a little wilted.
"How can you leave without putting away the flowers Xiaoxiao picked herself?"
Ruan Yun was about to move when she fell back onto the emperor's lap and pouted, "There's not even a vase in the Purple Palace. Where does the emperor want me to put the flowers?"
Yan Shiyu laughed in his chest, pinched Ruan Yun's face and asked her to look at him, "I have rewarded you with so many good things, but now you are being stingy."
Seeing the handwriting soaked by the flower juice, Yan Shiyu bent his finger bones and tapped there, "This memorial has been wet, how should I punish you?"
Ruan Yun's eyes widened in anger, "It's obvious that I picked the better flowers."
Yan Shiyu's eyes were dark as he pinched Ruan Jun's waist. "I think this flower is great even without a vase."
Ruan Yun looked at the emperor with confusion in her eyes. Before she could meet the emperor's gaze, she heard the emperor say, "It is best to nourish with human warmth."
Maybe it was because she had been with the emperor for too long, but when she heard the emperor's words today, Ruan Yun blushed with shame.
The base of her palm weakly pushed against the emperor's chest, making Ruan Jun feel uneasy.
Yan Shiyu placed his palm on her fragile neck, "I forgot that Xiaoxiao has not been punished yet."
As he said this, he was about to get the flower branch, causing Ruan Yun to hurriedly grab the emperor's wrist.
The burning temperature of the emperor's wrist made Ruan Jun's heart tremble.
How can the squid fit in there?
Ruan Jun was so embarrassed that she was about to cry. She shook her head desperately, "No...no."
He hurriedly pushed the branch away, only to reveal the soiled memorial.
Yan Shiyu's eyes fell on it, "Then what should we do?"
Ruan Yun pleaded, "Can I write another copy for Your Majesty?"
The words fell along with the belt, and the layers of skirts piled up at her feet.
Yan Shiyu held Ruan Yun's waist and stood behind her. Seeing Ruan Yun biting her lower lip tightly and trembling with the pen in her hand, the evil in his heart became even more intense.
With a deliberate move, Ruan Jun's hand almost dropped the pen. She quickly steadied herself and placed her other arm on the table to support herself.
Bei Chi bit her lower lip tightly. Even though there were only her and the emperor in the inner hall, she always felt that there were officials standing below her on the dragon throne.
Unconsciously tightening his lips, Yan Shiyu said in a hoarse voice, "You deserve to be punished."
Before she could react, the emperor's big hand landed on her waist and hips. When his palm fell, Ruan Jun was stunned at first, and then her body turned red with shame.
She had never been punished like this when she was a child.
When Yan Shiyu saw that she didn't write, his eyes were clear, "Swelling?"
Ruan Jun shook her head desperately. Yan Shiyu misunderstood her meaning and said, "That's Xiaoxiao. She hasn't admitted her guilt yet."
Another palm strike came down, and a muffled sound spread in the hall.
This time, Ruan Yun burst into tears, threw the pen in her hand onto the table, and could no longer do anything else.
Yan Shiyu didn't hold back. Seeing how angry she was, he put his hand on her lips, covering up the sound that was about to come out of her mouth with his palm.
Ruan Yun was carried into the side hall. The wet nurse had already received the news and left with Dongdong.
The feeling on the buttocks was still there. Ruan Jun rolled inside with sobs, secretly cursing the emperor in her heart.
This was the look on her face that Yan Shiyu saw when he approached with a teacup in hand.
Patting her waist, Ruan Jun sat up quickly, with a look of vigilance in her eyes, which made Yan Shiyu laugh.
With a satisfied tone in his voice, Yan Shiyu said in a deep voice: "Does it hurt?"
Ruan Yun's eyes instantly turned red, "Your Majesty, just try it yourself and you will know."
Yan Shiyu knelt in front of her and said, "I'll rub it for you."
Fearing that this massage might lead to something else, Ruan Yun was unwilling to do it. She shook her head repeatedly, took the teacup from the emperor's hand, drank it all, and went back to sleep.
"I am very tired."
There was a sense of grievance in saying this. Yan Shiyu looked at Ruan Jun and it seemed as if he saw some movement.
Pushing aside the loose hair on her forehead, Yan Shiyu said, "Go to sleep."
Ruan Jun didn't care how the movement went. She was feeling uncomfortable at the moment, and it was inconvenient to move while holding the child.
After the emperor left, Ruan Jun's eyes fell on the ceiling, and somehow she thought of the memorial just now.
She always felt that the handwriting on the memorial was very familiar.
Ruan Yun remembered very clearly what had been copied down under those circumstances. From the beginning, it seemed like it was written for the purpose of flood control.
Ruan Yun clutched the quilt tightly around her. Ji Jubai was an official from the Ministry of Rites, so he should not be involved in flood control affairs. She hoped that she was overthinking it.
Besides, there are no such coincidences in this world.
But as soon as she arrived, the emperor would go to read Ji Jubai's memorial?
When Yan Shiyu walked out of the side hall, Wei Maoyuan had already seen off the eldest prince and was waiting for the emperor outside:
"Your Majesty, the eldest prince has been sent back to Jingzhang Palace."
Yan Shiyu nodded, without a single wrinkle on his dragon robe, and strode to the table.
The mess on the floor had been cleaned up by the palace maids. Two memorials were placed on the table, one on the left and one on the right. Yan Shiyu picked up one at random, and when he saw Ruan Jun's disgusting handwriting, his brows relaxed.
Opening the memorial that was stained by flower juice, Yan Shiyu's eyes did not fall on the content at the beginning, but only on the last name.
Wei Maoyuan looked at the emperor's expression and said, "Someone from the Imperial Concubine's palace has come and said that they are sending the vase here on the Imperial Concubine's orders. Your Majesty, should I let them take it back?"
Yan Shiyu glanced at Wei Maoyuan coldly, and instantly saw that Wei Maoyuan was extremely flustered. He understood the emperor's intention and said, "I will let them bring it in now."
A transparent white porcelain vase was placed in the Zichen Palace, and the palace maid cleverly put the flowers that the imperial concubine had just brought in.
Rouge red placed on white porcelain is truly beautiful.
Just by looking at her, Yan Shiyu was reminded of that woman, who also had red plum blossoms blooming on such snow-white skin.
The emperor threw the memorial into Wei Maoyuan's hands, and Yan Shiyu said, "Make a copy and take it back directly."
Wei Maoyuan immediately understood what the emperor meant and respectfully withdrew with the memorial.
Yan Shiyu looked at the vase, sat back at the table, closed the book that Ruan Yun had copied, opened the secret cabinet, and placed it together with Linghua's earrings.
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Jingzhang Palace
The news that the eldest prince was taken to the Zichen Palace by Concubine Yinggui soon reached the Jingzhang Palace.
Wang Yi was extremely nervous. She told this to Concubine De. She didn't even need to look up to know how bad the Empress's face would be.
He knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. It is our fault that we did not take good care of the eldest prince."
Concubine De touched the bright red nail polish in her hand and said, "I didn't know that my own prince still needed Concubine Ying Gui before he could see the emperor."
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