He said it was unfortunate, but he showed no intention of leaving.
However, after only twenty days away, his eyes had changed, and he looked at people with a particularly chilling gaze. Nan Yu was silent for two seconds, then said guiltily, "You must be tired from the journey. Go back and rest for half a day, and come back when I summon you."
Song Ying was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He had been rushing along the road, and he really needed to go back and freshen up properly!
With sharp eyes, he swept over the man beside His Majesty, and the concubine suddenly felt as if he were being watched by a venomous snake.
My heart was pounding like a drumbeat.
Clenching her fists, she took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty is at my service, so Lady Song should go back and rest."
Song Ying gave him a deep look.
He glanced at the young emperor again.
He turned and left.
He's gone, and the air feels so much cleaner now.
Nan Yu dared not let him come to accompany her tonight. Judging from the way he clenched his fists and the bulging veins in his neck when he left, who knows what kind of trouble he would cause if he came tonight.
It was so sudden.
This caught him completely off guard.
When Song Ying returned, he didn't even dare to ask him to report back.
3:15 PM
The eaves dripped with cold air, and a chilly breeze blew through the window cracks to the desk. After turning a few pages of paper, the eunuch felt the cold wind, turned his head slightly, and said to the eunuch behind him, "Close the window."
Nan Yu's mind was in a daze, so a cool breeze was good for him. The eunuch closed the window, and he put down his pen, stood up, and the other eunuch stepped back to make way for him.
Deng Xin walked outside the palace. The wind was a bit strong, and the drizzle splashed onto Nan Yu's face. The concubine looked on anxiously and said worriedly, "Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside. Don't stand for too long and catch a cold."
Nan Yu just wanted to come and feel the cold wind.
Relieve psychological stress.
He didn't move, so the concubine took out a handkerchief from her waist, intending to wipe the raindrops from His Majesty's cheeks. Before she could get close, Nan Yu stepped back, frowned, and asked, "What are you doing?"
The concubine, seemingly unfazed by the raised hand, slowly lowered it and smiled, saying, "This servant wishes to wipe the rain off Your Majesty's face."
Nan Yu raised her hand to touch her face; it had been splashed with water.
"It's alright, you can go inside if you feel cold."
“I’m not cold.”
The gentleman's smile is like a gentle breeze, and he himself is gentle and kind.
However, Nan Yu doesn't eat this kind.
There were a dozen or so concubines who came to sleep with him, and they all cared about him. Nan Yu felt that they didn't like him, but were just afraid of the emperor's authority.
Since the other man said he wasn't cold, Nan Yu remained silent.
The wind cleared my head, and I prepared to go in. Just as I took a step, a tall figure holding a green umbrella and wearing a bright green silk robe walked out from the red-lacquered door. The umbrella covered his face, and only his waist-length black hair could be seen.
Just looking at his walking posture...
Nan Yu wanted to retreat, but the person had already opened the umbrella. In a fleeting glance, everything else became just a backdrop.
Thump—thump—
The heart began to become uncontrollable.
Seeing the Emperor staring intently at him, the concubine felt jealous. He wanted to block the Emperor's gaze and make him look only at him, but he also knew that the Emperor was the Emperor and could not belong to anyone else. As the male favorite in charge of the palace, he had to be magnanimous.
Song Ying ascended the steps and bowed to Nan Yu, saying, "Your Majesty, may you be well."
Nan Yu was still staring straight at his face. You little pervert, you're blinded by lust.
The concubine smiled and said, "It's raining so hard, and even Consort Song has come."
Nan Yu realized what was happening and subconsciously took his hand. He must have just arrived and been exposed to the cold wind, so his palms were rather cold. Staring at his face, she couldn't help but touch it. Song Ying had gotten tanned, but he had always had fair skin.
His original skin tone was similar to that of the young emperor.
Even with a tan, he only turned slightly yellow. Wearing green, he still looked very fair. Song Ying was handsome and had a face that could be captivating at first glance. If he made a slight flirtatious gesture, not only women would be unable to resist, but men would also fall for him.
If it weren't for a love rival.
Even the concubine would probably give a thumbs up.
Now all that's left is a jolt.
Just from the scene of Song Ying raising the umbrella, the concubine already knew in his heart that he would not stay tonight.
My heart aches.
Song Ying straightened up, staring coldly at the concubine, and began to speak sarcastically in front of the young emperor, "The concubine is really lucky to be favored by His Majesty and receive one reward after another. I will visit the concubine's palace another day. The concubine should not be stingy."
The concubine smiled politely: "The Emperor's grace is boundless. Consort Song is the most favored, so I imagine he has been rewarded handsomely."
Nan Yu then remembered.
He slept with me for so long.
It seems she really hasn't given him anything, but recalling the day she was slept with, her face fell slightly. Damn Song Ying! I won't give her anything!
After all, it was in front of the emperor.
If it were any other courtier, they would certainly give His Majesty face.
Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, Song Ying in the past might have given him face.
Since it was confirmed that His Majesty had changed, he ate.
My mindset changed in that instant.
"What am I? His Majesty only treats me as a plaything. If I hadn't come to the Hall of Longevity, I would still be living in the Cold Palace. What reward would I have received? I am already extremely fortunate that His Majesty has given me a few meals."
After he finished speaking, the concubine was so frightened that she knelt down.
Song Ying was utterly rebellious. His Majesty was still alive, yet he spoke with barbs and veiled barbs, practically rubbing the Emperor's face into the ground.
Thankfully, the current emperor is a weakling.
If this were still Bai Yuci, Song Ying would not only have been torn to pieces, but also, due to his insubordination, Persia would not have been far from being destroyed.
Nan Yu felt uncomfortable with his sarcastic remarks. Seeing the concubine kneeling, she took the opportunity to let him return to the palace first. "Since Consort Song has come, he should go to the Imperial Study to wait for me. Concubine, you may return first."
"yes."
Song Ying's actions were utterly rebellious. Putting aside everything else, the concubine could no longer remain there. If the emperor were to become enraged, he would be implicated.
I know exactly what's going on, but it's still heartbreaking to see things come to this.
After the concubine left.
Nan Yu didn't move.
Song Ying didn't move either.
In the end, Dengxin left first, with Song Ying following behind.
Originally intending to go to the Imperial Study, I turned a corner and came to the outer room on a soft couch. I took off my shoes and sat down. There were no ministers around, so I sat casually with my knees bent, my right arm resting on my knee, holding a book, and turning the pages with my left hand.
Wei Yuanhua brewed him a cup of tea.
Before he could even read two lines of the lamp wick, the intense heat of the gaze overhead forced him to look up; Song Ying's expression was not good.
It wasn't quite a stare, nor did it look like a glance.
Hai!
Who is the emperor?
Unable to resist, he tossed the book onto the small table and said unhappily, "Song Ying! You've gotten quite bold these days, haven't you?"
Song Ying's eyes reddened: "Your subject dares not."
The beauty's tearful expression instantly extinguished the young emperor's anger.
He picked up the book again, pointed to the empty seat next to him, and said, "Sit down."
Song Ying sat down, still staring at the young emperor sideways, her eyes reddening as if she had suffered a great injustice, making even Deng Xin feel sorry for her.
"Why are you looking at me? How is Youzhou doing?"
"The various river ports have been dredged and have flowed into the Yangtze River and the sea. Many houses have been destroyed and people have been displaced. Lord Zhang and his men stayed there."
"So you came back before finishing the task I assigned you?"
Nan Yu stared at Song Ying in disbelief.
This guy is far too presumptuous; he's practically provoking the emperor's authority.
Or we should find him a reason.
The ministers knew they had no choice but to jointly submit a memorial impeaching him.
Song Ying's eyes reddened even more.
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