The official secretary said: "A lonely man and a widow live together in the same room. What do you think?"

Everyone was shocked: "Do you say it?"

"Shhh,"

The Yicheng raised his hand and made a "silence" gesture, and said softly: "You can't say it, you can't say it."

No one spoke, but the slightly raised eyebrows and the curvy eyes that were smiling were all frivolous and joking.

There were rumors before that the emperor favored the imperial concubine alone, and three thousand pinks were not colored.

Now it seems that's just that.

However, as men, everyone understands that even those penniless poor men walking on the street and seeing beautiful girls and wives, they can’t help but take a look at each other. What’s more, His Majesty the Emperor, with three thousand pinks, is really so simple, how can he be worthy of his life?

The Yicheng smiled and waved his hand, saying to everyone, "Okay, okay, let's retreat. Tonight, I didn't give any instructions, so everyone should not approach the emperor's residence, do you understand?"

Everyone responded: "Yes."

The official secretary turned around and looked at the room with only one lamp on the upper floor. The bright red lights reflected on the windows. On such a night, an ambiguous atmosphere was inexplicably revealed.

He smiled and turned around and left.

Such bright red lights are naturally inconvenient to read and write. In addition, the postmaster here only cares about pleasing the emperor and never thought that the emperor would have to deal with government affairs. Therefore, the beds placed were very comfortable, but the study room was set far away.

Obviously, I just want him to enjoy it.

Zhu Feng also had a rare time to take a break. He sat on the couch and heard the door push open, and a familiar and light footsteps sounded, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Here you come."

Xue Yun held the medicine box in his hand and knelt down and said, "I pay homage to the emperor."

I don’t know if it was because of the bright red candlelight, but it shone on her face, and there was a hint of redness.

Zhu Feng only took a look and then lowered his eyelids.

"Okay, there is no need to be too polite when everything comes out."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Xue Yun stood up and glanced at him again.

She was already ready to go to bed just now, although she felt so worried that she would not fall asleep easily tonight. When she saw the dancers arranged by the Yicheng and the stage, she thought that the emperor must have some fun tonight.

Who knows that everything below has been removed.

The emperor sent Xiao Shunzi to pass on the message and asked her to "serve".

She had a little bit of an unknown feeling in her heart, perhaps because the emperor was still calm and moved even after leaving the imperial concubine; or perhaps because she saw that these two people had a deep relationship, I am afraid that no one could penetrate it in this world.

Therefore, the feeling of sweetness for others and sadness in her heart made her eyes feel a little sour.

He could only hide his head.

He took the medicine box to the small table beside him and opened it. He still took out the incense as usual, put it in the incense burner, then took out the needle bag, and pulled out a few silver needles with cold light.

Then he came over and said to Zhu Feng: "Please extend your hand."

Zhu Feng frowned slightly, and didn't say much. He stretched out his hand and put it on the table beside him. Xue Yun took the silver needle and stabbed into his river valley and several acupuncture points in Neiguan.

The needle was not deep and her technique was light, but Zhu Feng's brows still frowned.

Xue Yun immediately said, "Master, does it hurt?"
Chapter completed!