Chapter 9 Misunderstanding

After the nameless left, Mo Ning stared straight at the nameless warm jade. He put on a white brocade robe, put on a pale pink cloak, and combed it again. He walked out of the Fengluan Hall. The snow in the palace had already melted. Mo Ning walked in the somewhat boring imperial garden, breathing the breath of spring, which was comfortable. The smile hung on his face, which made some eunuch maids unconsciously stunned.

She was not uncomfortable, but she felt that many people in the harem were a little unacceptable. Wan Guiren, Su Meiren, this concubine and that concubine all came to say hi to her one by one. She felt very annoyed. Originally, the queen had to accept the morning and evening of all the concubines in the six palaces. She felt cumbersome. This one was cancelled. She had just come back for a short time, and she had not seen most of them. She gradually became tired and frowned slightly, with some reluctance. She was still not used to it. His concubines were in groups.

The man who just got off the morning just a short distance looked at her awkward little look, and her irritable mood also relaxed. She may really care about him. Zhong Xuanyu came out of the dark and looked at Mo Ning, "Ning'er?"

Mo Ning turned her head, and the newly opened apricot petals were blown down by the breeze and fell on her shoulders and hair. At this time, she seemed to be like a nine-day mysterious girl, so elegant and refined, completely different from those vulgar powders.

Zhong Xuanyu was crazy. Some women in the past did not dare to disturb when they saw this. They quickly lowered their heads and retreated. They knew well the temper of a generation of emperors, and they could not compete with this favor.

Before Mo Ning's smile fully bloomed, she saw Ning Ye wrapped Zhong Xuanyu's arm with her belly, and then gave him the weight of her whole body. At this time, the scene was like her own cheap Xuaner. Her expression was like victory, with sarcasm, and the other hand gently stroked the bulging. The belly is like showing off.

Mo Ning's face became like the rainy weather in June. He looked at the angry warm jade and lowered his voice, "Warm jade, let's go."

Zhong Xuanyu watched Mo Ning turn around and leave ruthlessly. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard Ning Fei's ouch.

"What's the matter?" He said coldly and dodged his body.

"Your Majesty, our emperor kicked my concubine." Ning Ye pretended to be very much, covering her stomach with a painful face. How could a April fetus kick her?

Zhong Xuanyu didn't say anything, and he found that Mo Ning was out of his sight.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, I have been bored recently. I have made a pair of shoes for our emperor. I wonder if you want to go and have a look?" After discovering that Mo Ning had disappeared, Concubine Ning smiled and looked at Zhong Xuanyu expectantly.

He nodded gently, "Okay." After saying that, he looked under the Xinghua tree with nostalgia, as if a breeze was blowing, the petals fell, and the people under the tree showed a faint smile.

After confirming that Zhong Xuanyu did not chase him, Mo Ning forcibly suppressed the loss in her heart. She told herself to get used to it. Sometimes she felt that she was too stupid. A generation of emperors had too many promises. What did he say and what did he believe, but a few more words are true?

Mo Ning, Mo Ning, a flash in the pan, after all, the moment of being infatuated is the moment of bloom.

"Miss, it's too much for Concubine Ning to rely on her big belly!" Nuan Yu's mouth was a little idle, and she began to hug her young lady. "The emperor clearly shouted Ning'er."

"Silly girl, doesn't Ning Fei also Ning'er?" Mo Ning looked at her with a smile, and there was another layer of haze in his heart.

Nuanyu suddenly realized that she didn't believe it. She looked at her young lady's strong smiling face and didn't know how to comfort her. "Miss, the emperor still has you in his heart..."

"Can you change it?" Mo Ning was a little impatient. Looking at the silly girl who still had you in the emperor's heart, she was bored.

"Miss." Nuan Yu shouted softly, and there was no sound.

"What's the matter?"

"Will you come back when you go out this time?"

Mo Ning was silent. How could she not come back? Her heart was already on him, otherwise how could she miss the opportunity to escape again and again?

A gentle cat call came into her ears. She looked in the direction of the voice. In a trance, she regarded the person with a little similar eyebrows as Zhong Xuanyu.

"I want to see the Empress." Zhong Qingquan lowered his head slightly, and his long and narrow eyes were full of tender smiles. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He held Xuan'er in his arms, and a few blood stains on the back of his hand looked a little dazzling. Xuan'er pedaled his legs restlessly, which made him a little embarrassed.

Mo Ning came to his senses, and disappointment flashed in his eyes. He disappeared in an instant. He took a few steps closer and quickly picked up Xuan'er and looked at a few wounds on the back of his flawless hand. "Your hand?"

"It's okay." He deliberately dodged and looked at her with a smile. He noticed the loss in her eyes, just like his mood.

Mo Ning laughed. Xuaner didn't know why she didn't like Zhong Qingquan since she was a child. Every time she hurt him, he would hide far away in the future. This time, she didn't know why he wanted to hug Xuaner again.

Zhong Qingquan looked at the smiling woman in front of him, and also smiled. He made a move, and his long and narrow eyes also raised, "In the future, I will definitely hide from it."

Mo Ning only smiled and said nothing. He walked towards Fengluan Hall. Zhong Qingquan followed him and looked at the two people strangely with warm eyes.

Entering the Fengluan Hall, Nuanyu put good medicine on the back of his hand, filled it with tea, and retreated.

"Brother Qingquan, why are you here again?" After the people in the room were detached, Mo Ning returned to such a casual appearance.

Zhong Qingquan still smiled, pointed to his arms and took out two exquisite boxes, "I lost your chess pieces. How can I forget it?"

Mo Ning took it in her hand to play. The exquisite chess pieces reminded her of the mood of playing all night. When she met her opponent, not everyone would be so smart. However, when she remembered the cold palace trip, she quickly stopped the impulse to play chess.

Alas, she seemed to understand him and sighed gently, "Brother Qingquan, I'm afraid that the drunken man's intention is not in the bar."

Zhong Qingquan's smile was weaker. Looking at her, like the stubborn little woman in her heart, she sighed gently and said, "Ning'er, are you really not coming with me?" He still didn't give up and came back to find her again.

Mo Ning was drinking tea. He was choked by his words and coughed. She knows Zhong Qingquan's inner thoughts, the princes, but he is still alone. Is he still waiting?

Zhong Qingquan quickly patted her on the back and looked down to see if she was fine.

Mo Ning was better. His little face had turned red. He looked at him complainingly and avoided his question, "You want to kill me!"

Zhong Qingquan didn't make a sound. He didn't know when his eyes had shifted to the position of the door. He suddenly stood up, but his eyes were not too flustered. "I see the emperor."

Mo Ning was stunned.

Zhong Xuan's handsome face was full of haze, and his angry eyes looked at the two as if they were going to devour everything.

Zhong Xuanyu looked at the two people, and his heart was like a needle. His mind was full of the scene just now. He stepped forward and walked to them without delay. His tough tone was like questioning, "What are you doing in the queen's bedroom?"

Zhong Qingquan was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. He just looked at Zhong Xuanyu's face, and his evil face showed a little smile.

Mo Ning saw that the situation was not good and knew that he must have misunderstood. She knew his temper clearly. Mo Ning quickly stepped forward and walked to him, with some unseeable joy and complaining, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

"What? Are you bothering me?"

Mo Ning's words were not finished. His slightly sarcastic tone floated into her ears. Mo Ning stopped and looked at Zhong Xuanyu with a slightly sad expression. The momentum of Emperor Zhong Xuanyu was above the two, slowly spreading and gradually spreading.

Zhong Qingquan was not in a hurry when he saw this posture. Fushou bent down and glanced at Mo Ning. He looked in his eyes and suppressed the loss in his heart. "If you go back to the emperor, I just came to give the chess game to the queen."

Hearing the word chess, Zhong Xuanyu remembered that night when he waited for her all night like a complaining man, but she was happy all night beside him. Zhong Xuanyu couldn't think deeply and it would hurt. How could his generation of emperors be influenced by a woman?

"Next time for this kind of thing, just call someone to come. How can you ask King Qingyang to come here in person?" His tone was calm and his eyebrows were locked.

Hearing what he said, Zhong Qingquan returned to his previous prodigal son and gently blessed his hand, "I dare not."

"If you have nothing to do, just leave. I want to have a good chat with the queen." Zhong Xuanyu's voice was getting softer and softer. Obviously, he didn't want to pay attention to Zhong Qingquan. He simply turned his head and looked at Mo Ning.

"Yes." Zhong Qingquan saw that he had issued an expulsion order, and it was not easy to stay. He just looked at Mo Ning blatantly and turned around and walked outside the house.

"Bearby the way, the good news of the border pass, General Ning won a complete victory and entered the palace five days later."

"Yes." Zhong Qingquan just answered gently and exited to close the door. The breeze floated, even with a trace of warmth, made him feel cold and piercing. She would never care about herself as much as she cared about Zhong Xuanyu. He knew in his heart that he still kept the usual smile, although it seemed a little unnatural.

He turned his head and saw Nuanyu looking at him. He frowned a little, "What's wrong with Nuanyu?"

Nuanyu nodded gently and bowed his knees, "See the prince."

Zhong Qingquan nodded, "There is no need to be polite. If you have something to say, please speak."

Nuan Yu lowered her head slightly, bit her lower lip, exhaled, and said the words in her heart word by word, "I shouldn't have talked too much, but the king of Qingyang really doesn't understand my young lady's heart?"

Zhong Qingquan was stunned. He listened to the warm jade silver bell-like voice, as if he had woken him up, and woke up from a dream that had been sleeping for a long time. How could he not understand? It's just that he has been pretending. He may be waiting. If one day she will change her mind and only be her own princess and return to herself, but there seems to be no if. Since a long time ago, there is no if.

"The king of Qingyang is a smart man, and the maidservant is not stupid. I can see it clearly. Why does the king of Qingyang deceive himself? In this way, the three of you will not be happy. The king of Qingyang must not want my young lady to be unhappy!" Nuanyu said it bluntly, and then knelt on the ground with a bang. "The maidservant's words are over. Nuanyu is rude and can be dealt with by the king of Qingyang."

Zhong Qingquan smiled bitterly and picked up Nuan Yu. "I should be relieved that she has such a heart-hearted slave like you."

Before Nuanyu could speak, he slowly stepped down the steps and walked step by step. He looked a little trance. Maybe it was really time to put it down. When he woke up, he found that all these were all illusory things, even never existed, including her love, which was simply a kind of luxury...

But how can he be willing to give up?