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Chapter 769: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

In the night, the outline of Chengjian Hall gradually became clear.

"Oh, Concubine Heng!"

The eunuch hurriedly bowed, smiling, "Why are you here in person at this late hour?"

"I ordered someone to make Eight Treasures Soup."

She lifted the food box slightly higher, and wisps of hot air floated out from the gap in the lid. "Your Majesty has been working hard these days, you should replenish your body."

The chief eunuch glanced at the tightly closed palace door from the corner of his eye, and faintly heard the rustling sound of a red brush scratching across memorials from inside.

"Your Majesty, please be considerate. I will pass the message on right away."

After a while.

The chief eunuch came out.

"My Lady Concubine, Your Majesty is considerate of you. Just give me the food box."

This means refusing to see her.

Song Yuesheng smiled and said, "Please go in and inform the emperor. I have something important to discuss with him."

The chief eunuch was about to respond when he heard a voice from inside.

"Come in."

Zhiqi was standing in the corridor waiting with the cloak that Song Yuesheng had taken off.

The palace door opened with a creaky sound and then closed heavily again.

The air in Chengjian Hall was filled with the scent of ambergris. Wen Yu was bending over a rosewood desk, reviewing memorials. He did not even raise his head when he heard the noise.

"At 2:00 pm, the carriages and horses carrying food and fodder have set out and will arrive at Shuangwu Pass in three days. Put Tang down and you can go now."

Song Yuesheng placed the food box on the edge of the table.

"That's not why I came here," she said softly.

The red pen paused slightly, and a drop of ink spread on the memorial.

Wen Yu finally raised his eyes, the candlelight flickered in his eyes, reflecting a probing look.

Song Yuesheng met his gaze.

"I wanted to break into the library at night," she paused, "but after thinking it over, I decided it would be more appropriate to come here to ask for a written order."

"Going to the library at this hour?" Wen Yu frowned slightly.

"It will take at least half a month to finish reading all the books in the library." Song Yuesheng opened the lunch box, steam rising. "Start preparing now so that we can plant vegetables in the spring."

Wen Yu's gaze fell on her cuffs stained with flour.

There were still a few tiny scratches there, as if they were scratched by the thorns of some plant.

"Ah Heng, you are no longer in the cold palace."

His voice unconsciously became lighter. After all, he was the one who was sorry for her.

"I won't go back anymore."

Song Yuesheng didn't respond, but just served a bowl of Eight Treasures Soup over.

The soup is clear with a few golden ginseng slices floating in it.

Heat swirled between the two of them.

Wen Yu hesitated for a moment, but still took it and took a sip.

"Did you go to see Su Zhenhe?"

Song Yuesheng didn't know where he came to this conclusion.

She said helplessly, "The pillow book is made. The radishes are grown in the cold palace. Most of the dishes on the table last night came from that vegetable garden."

"If Shuangwu Pass could also grow crops like this, it might help solve the plight of the people."

Wen Yu's fingers unconsciously clasped the soup bowl.

"Ah Heng," he reminded in a deep voice, "it is a taboo for the harem to interfere in government affairs."

"I just want to grow vegetables." Song Yuesheng chuckled, "Being self-sufficient is also considered meddling in politics?"

Wen Yu let out a long sigh and glanced over the mountain of memorials on the desk.

The night wind blew through the hall, blowing open the folded pages of the top book.

The four words "The Demonic Concubine in the Cold Palace" suddenly came into view.

The corners of Song Yuesheng's lips curled up slightly.

It turns out that in the eyes of the court officials, she has become a seductive concubine who confuses the emperor?

Wen Yu quickly closed the memorial, and the sandalwood desk made a light "click" sound.

Before he could say anything, his arms suddenly felt heavy.

Song Yuesheng fell straight into his arms, and the faint scent of herbs from her hair mixed with the lingering smell of fireworks wafted towards him.

He subconsciously tightened his arms, his palms touching her thin back.

Today was a rush, so it seems her illness is still not healed.

"Accident?"

His voice was a little tight.

"of course not."

Song Yuesheng adjusted herself into a comfortable position in his arms. The pearl hairpins on her hair bun swayed slightly with her movements, drawing fine golden lines under the candlelight.

"I feel sad when I see people saying I am a demon concubine."

Her voice was muffled, and her fingertips grasped the jade belt around his waist.

"The wife who was married into the family in a grand sedan chair becomes a demon concubine after a visit to the cold palace. Wen Yu, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

She raised her face, the flickering candlelight reflected in her eyes, as if they were filled with broken gold.

Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and her warm breath brushed against his tense jaw: "I feel so uncomfortable now, I need a written order from the library to get better."

Wen Yu's Adam's apple moved slightly. He lowered his eyes to look at the cunning expression of the person in his arms, and suddenly laughed softly.

"This beauty trap is really a clumsy one." He stroked her scattered hair with his palm, "I will send someone to give you a handwritten letter tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuesheng immediately broke free from his arms, and her previous delicate look disappeared completely.

"I thank you for your grace."

Wen Yu's eyes suddenly darkened and he stood up and approached.

The hem of her black dragon-patterned uniform swept across her embroidered shoes, bringing with it an irresistible sense of oppression.

"You've got what you wanted, when can you give me what I want?"

Song Yuesheng looked into his bottomless eyes and suddenly chuckled: "Your Majesty owns the whole world, are you sure I can afford it?"

"Here..." Wen Yu pointed at her heart, "There can only be me. I only want your heart."

"As you said, you are the wife I married, Shengsheng. We are not in a relationship of emperor and empress."

There was a sound of bells outside the palace.

Song Yuesheng did not dodge, allowing his warmth to penetrate the clothes.

"I see."

Her voice was as soft as a sigh.

"But love is not something that can be achieved overnight. It takes time."

"And logically, the concubines in the harem have no right to resent Your Majesty." She raised her eyes, the flickering candlelight reflected in her eyes, "But emotionally..."

"I have not forgiven you for accusing me of treason in order to bring He Yingxue into the palace."

Song Yuesheng took a half step back, increasing the distance between them.

"Your current compensation means nothing to me."

Wen Yu's lips were pressed into a straight line, and his jawline was extremely tense.

The hall was eerily quiet for a moment; even the faint sound of burning candles could be heard clearly.

Seeing that she was about to leave, he hurriedly grabbed her wrist: "Shengsheng, you can't convict me so easily."

His voice tightened.

"Back then, it was you who followed the He family's carriage into the palace just to eat ice crystal cake, leaving only the words 'Axue' on the snow. After I was sure that you would not come to the palace again, I sent people to look for you for a long time, and all the evidence pointed to He Yingxue."

A gust of night wind blew through the hall, causing the candle flame to shake violently.

Wen Yu's silhouette looked somewhat desolate and lonely in the flickering light and shadow.

"Until yesterday, Han Ming found the old nanny who used to serve Madam He in Jiangnan. She was the one who gave you the cloak..."

"I didn't know you and Prince Yi were there at the time."

Song Yuesheng pulled his hand back, the red mark on his wrist looked like an unhealed wound, "If I knew it would be you I'd see when I woke up, I would definitely tell you my name."

She looked at Wen Yu's changeable expression, suddenly sighed, and reached out to hug him.

"People always have to look forward. If they keep dwelling on the past, how can they still live their lives?"

Song Yuesheng let go of him and said seriously: "If you really want compensation, then give me some vegetable seeds or seedlings."

When she reached the door, she seemed to have thought of something and turned back.

"He Yingxue is my old friend. She has done nothing wrong. Don't send her to the cold palace. If you don't like her and don't want her to stay in the palace, just send her out of the palace on a certain day."

But judging from the current progress of the task, we may have to wait a long time for this "selection of a day".