As the autumn weather gets hotter, it seems that it is necessary to make up for the time when the rainy season in early summer is not hot enough. The hotter the weather, Xie Ning's spirits worse and his appetite decreases again and again. Li Shuling has to go there every day, and sometimes even twice.

Xie Ning felt that he had lived a bit of life just now... he didn't seek to make progress.

Ask her what she did every day? She couldn't even say it. In spring, she also said she wanted to do needlework for the emperor. As a result, from the time she was diagnosed with pregnancy until now, she only cut the materials and sewed the edges, and then threw them there.

She always thought that if this doesn't work, she will do it seriously tomorrow and do it before giving birth.

But there are some miscellaneous things every day, and the people around her are afraid that she will be exhausted and will not let her do this.

In fact, it’s all excuses, you can do it if you want to.

Still too lazy.

My aunt used to learn how to do her job with her, but no one cared about her since she was away from her eyes.

It’s so embarrassing to think about it. In my aunt’s words, needlework is a woman’s duty, otherwise why is there a special saying of needlework called Nu Hong?

Everyone around her has done her duty very well. Needless to say, the emperor is diligent, wise and decisive. The eldest prince and Princess Yuyao also work hard to study. Everyone who serves around them is full of energy, and everyone is doing their best.

And she...

But she took out the work that started, and finally recognized it for a while before she could see what the lines were drawn above. It was still cold when she drew such patterns, which was a picture of cold snow and green bamboo. As a result, the winter patterns were dragged until late summer and early autumn, but it was not done yet. It looked really ironic now.

She took it out and looked at it. Qinghe came over and persuaded her to take over the work.

"Master shouldn't have done this now. If Fang Shanggong sees it, he will definitely say that I can't serve you anymore."

Xie Ning smiled weakly: "You can't serve me? Even I have to listen to you. By the way, have you sent the grapes? Did the princess eat them?"

"I just came here after eating it. I thanked my master for the reward. The princess said that the grapes are sweet. The tributes are different. Do you want to try them too?"

Xie Ning nodded irresistibly. Qinghe was afraid that she would regret it after she said it, so she quickly brought the grapes over.

Xie Ning picked up a big grape himself: "You don't need to peel it..."

"I'm here to peel it for you."

If the Emperor hadn't spoken out, Xie Ningzhen would have not heard that he had come in.

The emperor sat down next to her and took the grape to peel the grapes for her.

Qinghe retreated with a wink.

When the emperor and his master were together, even if there was a person standing next to him, it seemed a lot more.

However, the situation of the master is really worrying. Every day, he waits for the child to be born. He has a bad appetite, can't sleep well at night, and is not energetic during the day.

Will the emperor peel the grape skin? The seeds inside have to be dug out with a small silver spoon. The emperor doesn't know if he can remember them. However, even if the emperor forgot to remove the grape seeds, the master can probably eat one or two more.

Qinghe also hopes that the child can be born safely soon. It is really hard to sit still when waiting, waiting, and worrying every day.

Hu Rong came over to her as he took advantage of the situation and said to her, "Then Madam Yang left, and just happened to meet the emperor at the gate of the palace."

"It happens?"

If you have been in the palace for more than ten years, Qinghe’s two words that he doesn’t believe the most is coincidental.

There were too many things in the palace, so many that Qinghe thought she wanted to believe the word "Quan" again. She was either insincere or blind.

But those who "stumbled" to meet the emperor were all concubines in the harem, and there were also palace maids who dreamed of wealth.

This is the first time that someone has the identity of Madam Yang.

A widow, not married, is also the princess’s female teacher.

It's really impossible to see.

How three chastity and nine harshness seemed when I first entered the palace, but I actually started to think about the emperor? No wonder I was wearing different clothes today and I even had a sachet on my body.

It's simply disgusting.

The concubines were scheming openly and secretly, and they were all trying to compete for favor. Qinghe understood that she would not look down on others for this. They were all the emperor's women, and competing for favor is the duty and common thing. But Mrs. Yang was different. She was able to enter the palace because her father gave her face to ask for grace from the emperor because she was afraid that once her husband and wife were away, her brother and sister-in-law would not be able to tolerate him, an old woman, and asked her for a place to settle down. Even if the princess no longer studied in the future, with this teacher-student friendship, she would not be afraid of someone bullying her in the future.

Parents love their sons for a long-term plan, but is Mrs. Yang worthy of her father's hard work? If she really does something unconventional, the emperor's reputation will be exhausted. What kind of face does she have?

Qinghe only said, "I understand."

Hu Rong said softly: "I have someone look at her. I really know people but not my heart. I actually under the guise of a princess..."

Qinghe interrupted him rudely: "Stop talking."

It's really despicable.

What will others discuss when the truth is revealed? It is said that the emperor doesn’t even let the princess’s female master go?

Without mentioning this, Hu Rong glanced at him and said softly: "All the people guarding the gate of Yanfu Palace have changed. I haven't seen anyone come out these days."

Qinghe's voice was also low, but her expression still seemed calm and calm. If someone saw them talking from a distance at this time, the content of their conversation would definitely not be judged by their expressions.

"Who did you ask?"

"What the kitchen people said. No one can come out of Yanfu Palace these days, and someone will deliver food in every day."

"How many?"

"Apart from the master's meal, there are only three or five servings."

No matter which place or the palace, people have to eat as long as they are alive, so the information in the kitchen is huge, with many and complicated. If you pay attention, you can piece together the hidden truth behind a thing from many trivial matters.

Concubine Shen is the first-class concubine. Even if there are not as many people serving in Yanfu Palace as there are not as many palace maids and eunuchs in total, there are dozens of people. These people can’t eat, drink, defecate, wash, and dress every day.

But now there are only three or five meals delivered to Yanfu Palace every day... It can only mean that there are only three or five people in Yanfu Palace with the close door.

"Did Eunuch Zhou and Fang Shanggong know?"

"Eunuch Zhou must have known it a long time ago, Fang Shanggong... might have known it too."

"You should also be careful, say less and don't cause trouble."

Since Zhou Bingchen and Fang Shanggong both kept silent about this matter, it must be their reason. Qinghe could vaguely guess a little.

Most of the time... this matter is not only a matter of the harem, but also involves the previous dynasty.
Chapter completed!