After entering the Luan Champion, she realized that it was very large and extremely comfortable and exquisite. Ayu was a little unaware of whether to stand or sit. After entering the Luan Champion, the emperor didn't care about her anymore.

Ayu bit her lip lightly and ignored her pounding heartbeat. She lifted her skirt and suddenly knelt on the steps, leaned over and rested her head on the priest's knee.

She obviously felt the man's movements froze, and she didn't expect her to be so bold.

Feng Yu did not expect that she would do this. No matter how much she planned, she was at least obedient and timid in front of him.

The woman was pillowing on his lap, and her black hair seemed to scatter on the ground. When he lowered his eyes, he could see the woman's fair and red face and her cheeks trembling eyelashes, as if she was trying hard to hide her anxiety and tension.

Ayu tightened her pink fingertips. The noise outside the Luan Guard could not cover her thumping heartbeat, as if she was about to jump into her throat. The person she was lying on had not spoken, which made her feel a little nervous in her life.

Suddenly, a pair of hands fell on her head, without gentle caressing each other, and only raised a strand of black hair and played with it casually.

Ayu didn't feel disappointed, but instead breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body finally relaxed.

She moved her cheek and rubbed her lightly on his lap.

The arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and the whole person fell into his arms. Ayu couldn't help but exclaim, and reached out to hook the man's neck with panic and fear. Before she could react, her jaw was captured, and the man suddenly leaned over and kissed him.

The Luan Guard was carried by the palace servants, as if walking on the flat ground. When the jade hairpin on his hair fell off, it made a subtle sound, but neither of them paid attention to it. Ayu was imprisoned by a pair of big palms and could not move at all. She could only be forced to raise her head and not know where she was.

The black silk scattered like silk, Feng Yu's palm pressed against her exposed shoulders, and Ayu hugged the person in front of her weakly, and two fragmented murmurs overflowed between the fusion of lips and teeth.

Listening to the movement inside, Yang De lowered his head deeply and looked up to Ayu twice.

Luan Zhan stopped, Feng Yu stopped moving, straightened his body, his clothes were messy, and most of his chest was exposed outside. He leaned inward, wiped away the rouge left on the corner of his mouth with his fingertips. His eyes, which were so expensive in the past, became a little more unruly.

Ayu was not as calm as he was. She collapsed on him weakly, gasping gently, her eyes were covered with bright red and beautiful, and her fair arms were exposed on the man's waist, and her eyes were empty in absent-minded manner.

Feng Yu touched her: "Get up."

The person on his body did not move at all. Feng Yu raised his eyebrows lightly. He hugged the person and saw the astringent charm on the woman's face. His eyes were a little darker. He casually hugged the person's clothes, picked up the outer shirt left on the ground, completely covering the person, confirming that there was no trace of spring light, and then he hugged the person and got off the imperial guard.

As soon as the man came down, Yang De lowered his head and saw the messy on the emperor's body and the person who was covering his arms.

He lowered his head even further and then he breathed a sigh of relief until he entered the Qiankun Palace and closed the door.

Yang Degang breathed a sigh of relief and saw a little eunuch running over from a distance: "Eunuch Yang, Lord Han asks to see the emperor! At this time, the person is already in the imperial study room!"

Yang De's heart was stoked. A few days ago, many refugees appeared in the capital. Lord Han was ordered to investigate the matter, and it must be because of this matter.

This matter cannot be delayed. Yang De wiped his cold sweat and whined his teeth and sang inside:

"Emperor! Lord Han is asking for a visit in the Imperial Study!"

Feng Yu had just put the woman on the couch when he suddenly heard the sound and his brows frowned tightly. Ayu quietly poked her head out of her clothes and looked at him half-coveredly. She tilted her head timidly and prettyly, and whispered:

"Your Majesty, go quickly, don't delay the main business."

Two times, they were on this couch and were stopped halfway.

Feng Yu frowned and stood up, a dark fire was pressing down on his heart. He pinched his eyebrows and asked someone to come in to sort out his clothes. Seeing the woman hiding in the screen, he walked a few steps outside with a cold face until the eyes of the person coming in to serve her could not fall on her, and then he said coldly: "I'll ask someone to send you back."

Ayu knew that he would not be in a good mood at this time, so she responded very well: "Yes."

Feng Yu glanced at her, pulled the corners of his mouth coldly before turning around and walking out.

After he left, Ayu frowned slightly.

She felt a little distressed when she missed this opportunity.

However, she is self-aware. Compared with national affairs, these women in the harem are naturally nothing.

A palace servant came in to wash Ayu, but Ayu did not refuse.

The palace clothes she wore were pulled by the emperor so that they could no longer wear them. This was because she wanted to go out and she had to change them.

Ayu's eyes fell on the other side of the table, and her eyes were slightly condensed.

On that, a hosta lay quietly there.

She looked familiar with that jade hairpin, and it was the first time she had landed here.

Ayu withdrew her gaze without a trace and just thought that she had seen nothing.

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Imperial study room

The man stood under the steps, not wearing an official uniform, wearing a jade-white robe, with some green bamboo patterns embroidered on it, and his face was elegant, so he could be called a gentleman on the street. The man frowned slightly, his face was cold, and his voice was covered with a hint of anxious and worried:

"Recently, there have been more and more refugees entering Beijing. According to the investigation by Weichen, most of them came from Quzhou!"

Feng Yu sat in front of the imperial case, his eyebrows frowned: "Quzhou is separated from the capital. How could they cross these three cities and come into the capital?"

Han Yuyang lowered his head and replied: "Never three of the cities have opened their doors to welcome the people."

If not, why should those refugees come far away?

It's just a matter of love.

When this was finished, Feng Yu just finished reading the memorial he presented, his face suddenly turned pale, and the memorial in his hand fell on the imperial desk with a "bang" sound: "Is the words of the memorial above true?"

"I dare not say anything false!"

Feng Yu leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

The Quzhou dam collapsed, and the people were homeless and had no food to eat. The officials he sent to take the silver he had transferred to accomplish nothing!

There are more and more refugees, and even the capital city cannot accept all refugees.

The matter of water control in Quzhou is imperative! Otherwise, it will be outraged by the public.

When he opened his eyes again, his anger seemed to be like an illusion, and his sharpness was all on his eyebrows. He originally wanted to hand over this matter to Han Yuyang, but he stopped when he spoke.

When it comes to water control, the focus is on construction precautions.

Han Yuyang is located in the Ministry of Personnel, so this matter should be handed over to the Ministry of Works.

He thought for a while, but he didn't hand over this matter to Han Yuyang. His ability was one of them. More importantly, Han Yuyang had only been an official in the court for only three years and had already reached the third rank. He was only as young as he could be enviable.

Therefore, it was too risky to hand over such an important matter to him.

Feng Yu asked a few more questions and asked someone to step down.

When Rong Ping got the news that Ayu was back, she sat up straight in surprise and looked at the sky outside: "Have you been back?"

Miaoqin nodded repeatedly, suppressing the joy in her heart: "Yes, master! I saw her walking back with my own eyes."

If Ayu is not favored, does it mean that the emperor has lost interest in her?

Her nails have not yet grown well, and she remembers this hatred in her heart, so she naturally doesn't want Ayu to live a good life.

She glanced at the master's eyes, wondering and joy exchanged back and forth. Her eyes flashed lightly, and she lowered her head and said, "Master, since that slut has not entered the emperor's eyes, are we..."

Rong Ping naturally understood her unfinished words, but she frowned and ignored them.

When she first heard the news, she was indeed happy, but now the biggest threat to her was not Ayu, but her legitimate sister, Chen Cairen.

When Concubine Rong felt anxious when she thought that Chen Cairen could stop the emperor's saint yesterday and could invite the saint to go up to her palace for a while.

She has lost her favor, and the support of this family cannot be lost!

Rong Ping frowned a little annoyed and cursed: "Useless things!"

Miaoqin tightened her palms and knew that her master would not give up on Ayu.

Sure enough, the next moment she heard her master's order: "Go! Check why that bitch suddenly came back?"

Rong Ping suddenly became a little enlightened. If the emperor disliked the slut, how could he keep her for so long? At this time, it was impossible for no reason.

Miaoqin took the order and came back soon.

She looked at the master who had grown up with her since childhood and suppressed the hatred in her heart and reported it truthfully: "...It was said that there was something wrong with the previous dynasty that he suddenly asked Ayu to come back."

A trace of disgust appeared between Rongpin's eyebrows and eyes: "I will know it!"

That bitch dared to seduce the emperor in front of her. How could the emperor dislike her for that seductive charm?

Ayu naturally didn't know how the master and servant in the main hall disliked her. Even if she knew, she wouldn't care now.

Now she is alone in the wing room. After she is free, she thinks about what happened today and can't help but have a headache.

Not for anything else, just because the Lord took her to Ninghua Tower.

Ayu was thinking about Zhou Baolin from Ninghua Tower, and Zhou Baolin was also talking to her maid.

Zhou Baolin's soft face wrinkled slightly, but he still couldn't let go of the day: "Go, check what is the origin of that palace maid?"

Isn't the palace maid in front of the emperor, who can actually accompany you and even wear beautiful hair?

If that woman is just an ordinary palace maid, Zhou Baolin would not believe it.

Just as Le Yue was about to take the order, Zhou Baolin stopped her: "Wait!"

She frowned and thought for a while, but she still didn't ask for an investigation.

As soon as the emperor took people away, she sent someone to check, and the movements were too obvious.

Le Yue guessed her concerns and suggested: "Master, don't be anxious. Can the matter in this palace be hidden from the Empress? If the master wants to know the identity of the palace maid, why not ask Concubine Shu after paying homage tomorrow?"

Zhou Baolin's face was a little hesitant.

When she entered the palace, her family specifically instructed her that the fetus in her cousin's womb was the top priority.

She understood the family's ideas and could not write two Zhou characters in a single stroke, and she was unwilling to disturb her cousin with this matter.

Even when the emperor came to visit her today, she knew it was because of her cousin. She went to Miyamoto to be favored when her cousin was pregnant. Her cousin was understandable for this action, so she accepted it calmly.

Zhou Baolin thought for a long time, but finally pouted and said:

"Forget it, after paying homage tomorrow, go to the Empress Palace to sit."
Chapter completed!