Chapter 3 Resolve Your Worry

With no enthrection, Xiao Yuanqi and his entourage still lived in the East Palace. The late emperor died and the government was disordered. Xiao Yuanqi has not had a good rest for many days. Shen Sirong couldn't help him, so he had to ask him to cook more tonic things in the imperial dining room every day, or add some medicinal herbs to Xiao Yuanqi's meal.

Shen Sirong knew that if the new emperor had ascended the throne, there would not have been such a complicated thing. Xiao Yuanqi's trouble is nothing more than Xiao Yuanfeng.

"Mother, go to bed..." he made the bed and said to Shen Sirong standing by the window.

There is a row of cold plums in front of the window, which have withered now. The vigorous branches made people feel a faint power in their hearts. There were some fragmentary peaches not far away in the soft moonlight. Shen Sirong stretched out his hand out of the window, and a gust of wind blew up, and the light pink superimposed peach petals fell on the palm of her hand.

"Write, send someone to ask if the peach blossoms in Anguo Temple have been thanked?" Shen Sirong took a look at her freehand. Since the last time she was allowed to leave the palace, she was often stunned and didn't know what she was thinking.

Shen Sirong naturally didn't know the part of freehand and Xiao Yuanfeng. When the matter happened, he really wanted to tell Shen Sirong honestly, but when he returned to the palace, he didn't know why he put up with it.

"Write?" Shen Sirong raised his eyebrows and said, and he couldn't see that his happy and angry face was a little impatient.

She heard the sound of "Ah" before she recovered. She hurriedly knelt on the ground: "I forgive you."

Shen Sirong was dumbfounded: "I asked you to ask if the peach blossoms in Anguo Temple are thanked, and why did you plead guilty?"

"servant..." Liyi bit her lips and gently moved her legs uneasily. Shen Sirong turned around and changed his face to a gloomy color. There was no secret in the palace. She thought she didn't know anything about it, so she had been uneasy. She didn't criticize her freehand just because she thought that what she said was just trivial things. Now it seems that it is not.

"What did you say to King Li that day?"

The freehand eye widened in horror, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Mother, maidservant, I know it's wrong." She did not ask Shen Sirong how he learned these things, but lay on the ground to admit his mistake, and the sound of sobbing gradually came to Shen Sirong's ears.

Shen Sirong closed the window, closed the breeze and bright moon outside the window, and closed the falling heroes outside the window.

"Say, what on earth did you say to King Li?"

What she thought before was really good. Her freehand is indeed a person who can't take on a big responsibility. If only "Hanxiang" was still around... Thinking of the cold night, Shen Sirong opened the window again and looked at the eaves not far away. Is he guarding there today? Since she came back from the assassination, Hanye has become her exclusive secret guard. She can feel the emotional change of Hanye to her, and she also believes that Xiao Yuanqi knows it. But why did he still let the cold night stay with her?

"Mother, I inadvertently talked to Li Wang about the fact that the Empress was scolded by the staff..." Shen Sirong's voice gradually faded. Without waiting for her words to fall, he patted the window coffin heavily: "What...you..."

Shen Sirong's angry heart was in turmoil. She thought about countless possibilities but never thought that they had said this.

She would not think that Xiao Yuanfeng would do something for her, but she had to do something now. Shen Sirong suppressed his anger and said, "That's all. If there is a next time, don't blame me for leaving you in the palace."

"Ah... Xie Niangniang, Xie Niang..." She was overjoyed, and her red eyes were more moist.

"You go to Nangong Gate tomorrow morning to find someone for me. Thank you for the peach blossoms in Anguo Temple." Shen Sirong ordered again and again. I didn't know what Shen Sirong wanted to ask about the peach blossom, but she didn't say much, so she agreed and retreated.

The moonlight is hazy, and Shen Sirong doesn't know whether his chess is right or wrong...

The next morning, as Shen Sirong ordered, he went to the Nangong Gate. The bodyguard didn't understand the words, but he still inquired about each other and told him that the peach blossoms of Anguo Temple had not been finished.

And on the other hand, Shen Sirong sent someone to inform that she must meet Xiao Yuanqi. She waited for about an hour outside the Chongwen Hall before Grandpa Guo came to call her in.

"There is a father-in-law." Guo Gonggong was haggard a lot, which made Shen Sirong feel sad.

Mr. Guo waved his hand: "You're welcome. I have something to ask."

"But it's okay to say it." Shen Sirong is very polite to Eunuch Guo, not because he is now around Xiao Yuanqi like Wang Guangrong, nor because of his qualifications in the palace, but because his affection for the former emperor is enough.

Eunuch Guo stopped and whispered, "Your Highness has been worried these days and hasn't been able to eat and go to bed. Your Highness has always come to see the Empress, and I hope she can persuade her."

Shen Sirong nod his head and agreed with a smile. He saw Xiao Yuanqi writing something in front of the imperial case in a bright yellow court uniform. Eung Guo did not follow in, but waved the dust to call out the palace people in the hall.

Walking past the carved fence in the hall, Shen Sirong landed in front of the imperial case and opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what to say. There was a row of memorials on the table, and Xiao Yuanqi dropped a little cinnabar on the rice paper with a pen.

"Have you seen enough?"

A low and laughing voice sounded in Shen Sirong's ear, and Shen Sirong's face turned red, either annoy or crazy.

"What are you looking for?" Xiao Yuanqi glanced at her and never restrained his smile from his lips. He just lowered his head and continued to draw the country on the pale yellow paper.

"Your Highness has eaten. I'm hungry. I don't know if Your Highness would like to have a good face?" Shen Sirong tilted his eyes and saw the already cool embroidered gold-edged porcelain bowl beside him.

Xiao Yuanqi did not answer, and Shen Sirong did not urge him. Seeing that he fell on the paper in one breath, the hook of the pen was as powerful as a rainbow.

"Let's go, Princess."

Xiao Yuanqi rubbed his eyebrows, and the bloodless face made people feel a little more distressed. Shen Sirong turned his face and went straight to the side hall.

It was not until he watched Xiao Yuanqi eat a plate of pastry and drank two bowls of Sichuan shellfish chicken soup that Shen Sirong softened his eyes.

"Say it, what's the matter with me?" Xiao Yuanqi put down the jade chopsticks in his hand and asked the topic.

Shen Sirong lowered his eyes and smiled: "According to my precedent, your Highness will ascend the throne next month, and my mother is also the day of that month. It's inconvenient for me to worship, so I want to take advantage of these days to go to Anguo Temple."

"Oh? It's a pity that I'm busy with government affairs, otherwise I will definitely go with you." Xiao Yuanqi took over Shen Sirong's words.

Shen Sirong couldn't help but be speechless: "You, accompany me?"

"Yes, I still remember that I promised to accompany you to Anguo Temple on the day I returned." Xiao Yuanqi looked straight at Shen Sirong and mentioned the return of the door that day and the "big gift" he gave Shen Sirong that day.

Shen Sirong didn't know whether what he said to him was happy or lost. If he is happy, he still remembers what he said that day. If he was disappointed, what he still remembered was their so-called agreement.

"Your Highness is busy. Let's talk about it next time." Shen Sirong's words at this moment couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. Xiao Yuanqi looked in his eyes, and a little smile in his eyes did not diminish.

Xiao Yuanqi coughed and said, "I have something else to do. I will take more people when I go out tomorrow, and I will be with you on a cold night. If there is anything missing, you can send someone to the internal affairs to get it.

After bending down, Shen Sirong withdrew from the Chongzheng Hall, and the sporadic bright heart that had just emerged disappeared. For a moment, she was even aggrieved and wanted to tell Xiao Yuanqi. What on earth did she go here for?

Xiao Yuanqi has been watching her go out behind her, seeing her sadness in his eyes and shaking his head. Xiao Yuanqi ordered to go down, and the ministers will submit the memorial tonight, taking a day off on the grounds of his physical discomfort.

This night, Shen Sirong always tossed and turned, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. In the vague dream, it seems that the last time I went to Anguo Temple was yesterday.

Early the next morning, Shen Sirong left the palace with freehand and cold night. The wet nurse is left to take care of the overall situation in the palace. Now the situation is unstable, and there will be changes in the palace at any time. The wet nurse is in the palace, and she sneaks out of the palace to think that there will be no trouble.

"Mother, please use something first." He picked up the prepared pastry fruit and put them on the table in the car one by one. Out of the city gate, the temperature suddenly dropped a lot. He thoughtfully added a hand-warming stove to Shen Sirong. Shen Sirong took it lightly and was a response.

I was very sad and didn't know how to explain my unintentional past to Shen Sirong at that time. Every time she faces the glass king, she can't hold herself.

She found that she might have remembered the young man when she was rescued on the street. Obviously, because he made a mistake, Shen Sirong is now dissatisfied with her, but she has no emotion for Xiao Yuanfeng. She knows that if she does it again, everything will still be the same.

Seeing the loneliness on his face, Shen Sirong couldn't bear it. What is the most difficult thing in the world? A word of love. Many people in the world are trapped by love.

"I'm a little thirsty..."

Shen Sirong took the initiative to open his mouth and smiled stupidly: "Yes, I'll pour tea for you."

"When the harem is stable, will I marry you?" Shen Sirong asked.

The cup of tea that had just been picked up fell to the ground with a splash of water. She shouted, "Mother, don't worry, there will be no more mistakes in my freehand. Don't drive me away... Don't..."

Shen Sirong smiled speechlessly: "I have never really blamed you. You are just the only one in the net that can't escape. Well, since you don't want to, forget it. If you like someone, don't forget to let me know. As long as I'm still in his position, I'll make the decision for you.

I couldn't understand the meaning of the dots spit out by Shen Sirong's lips. I just understood that Shen Sirong no longer drove her away. With a smile, he poured another glass of water. Shen Sirong drank it, raised the curtain and looked outside. The sun came out of the east, and Anguo Mountain was about to arrive...