Baoxing whispered: "Slave... is already a useless person. Instead of letting Concubine Ning go out to live a hard life, it is better to stay in the palace, at least be safe and secure, and live a worry-free life."

Although he said calmly, Yun Dai heard the infinite vicissitudes.

She said, "Actually, if you don't wear this outfit, you won't be able to tell that you are your father-in-law at all. Many palace maids in the palace are talking privately, suspecting that you don't..."

She didn't say it very clearly.

Baoxing understood.

He smiled bitterly: "I entered the palace late, unlike other father-in-laws who entered the palace in their teens. So it looks different from other father-in-laws. But I am indeed a eunuch."

Yun Dai felt a little sorry for him and Guo Ning.

But what to do?

This is how things in the world are, full of helplessness and powerlessness.

When she returned to the room, Yun Dai asked Baoxing to rest. She took off her cloak, stood by the charcoal basin, removed the cold air from her body, and warmed her hands to see Yan'er.

Yan'er had already fallen asleep, covering the quilt with a steady sturdy appearance, revealing only a round and fat little face.

Yuzhu slept on the short couch next to him, revealing her two round arms.

Although the house is warm, it is a cold winter and snowy day, and it is not a fun thing to do when it is frozen.

"I'm so old, I can't sleep honestly." Yun Dai shook her head, put her arm under the quilt, and kissed Yan'er's cheek before she could walk out gently.

She was not sleepy for the time being, so she sat at the table and copied the scriptures. It was not until the third anniversary that she felt sleepy that she kicked her shoes and shrank on the bed.

She took out a piece of paper under the pillow and unfolded it. It was a poem on it.

She has read this poem many times.

"The level is really bad." She stuffed the paper under her pillow and closed her eyes to sleep.

At the same time, Zhao Yuan, who was sitting in the imperial study to comment, sneezes.

Liu Dequan hurried over, took a cloak for him, and said, "The snow outside is so strong, and the wind is also strong. Master, be careful, don't catch a cold. I have someone get two more charcoal basins."

"No need." Zhao Yuan said, "You go and pour me a cup of hot tea."

"Sister is going now."

Liu Dequan hurriedly went to pour tea.

Zhao Yuan picked it up and took a sip, but frowned.

Liu Dequan observed carefully and said hurriedly: "But it's too hot."

“This tea doesn’t taste right.”

"Aunt Sicha has always been steady in his work and will not be able to understand the emperor's taste. The servant asked her to cook another pot." Liu Dequan said.

"This tea is too sweet, it's a little bitter."

"I'm going to tell Aunt Sicha now." Liu Dequan wondered in his heart. The emperor has always been used to drinking such tea, so why did he suddenly want bitter tea today?

Who knew that I was still not satisfied after cooking again.

Liu Dequan scratched his head and couldn't figure out what kind of tea the emperor wanted to drink.

Zhao Yuan always felt that this tea was much worse.

He said: "The tea I drank at Ganquan Temple is very good."

Liu Dequan was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized.

He smiled and said, "That's the tea poured by the Queen. How can the slaves compare with each other? Why not, tomorrow, I will go to Ganquan Temple and ask the Queen to teach the slaves how to cook it."

"It's a big deal." Zhao Yuan said coldly.

He put down the teacup and said, "Tell Sicha, there is no need to cook it. I want to go back to the bedroom."

Liu Dequan hurriedly served him back to Zhaohua Palace, wash and change his clothes.

Zhao Yuan lay on the bed, but still couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the two poems about snow that Yun Dai wrote.

On such a cold winter night, she must be very lonely when she stays alone in a simple temple.
Chapter completed!