Time Travel Savior

Chapter 206 The Subjugated Princess’s Restoration Policy (31)

(The first three chapters have been revised)

Song Ninglu wrapped her arms around the man's neck, smiling like a flower.

"What else can I do? Be pampered!"

"you……"

Song Ninglu blinked innocently and asked pitifully. "Your Majesty is not willing to pamper your concubine?"

Zhao Hanzhi sighed again.

"I can't take you."

……

The next morning, Emperor Zhao announced that this year's blessing festival will be presided over by Concubine Rong, assisted by Concubine Xian and Concubine Qi.

When Song Ninglu received the news, she immediately went to the emperor to reason.

"I heard that during the Blessing Festival, you need to go to the mountain to eat fast and chant Buddha for three days. The concubine doesn't want to go. Aren't Concubine Qi and Concubine Xian very skilled? Let them go."

Zhao Hanzhi probably didn't expect Song Ninglu to have such a big reaction, but she still refused so happily.

"Why?"

Song Ninglu pouted.

"It's too cold outside, the food is not good, the house is not good, naturally the concubine doesn't want to suffer."

"You really don't want to go?"

Song Ninglu watched Zhao Hanzhi's ears move.

She found that every time Zhao Hanzhi was suspicious, his ears would move, which was kind of cute.

In the past, Song Ninglu would not have cared about Zhao Hanzhi's thoughts at all, he suspected that he should, since she also had a purpose to approach this man.

But at some point, when she saw this man doubting herself, she felt a slight sadness in her heart.

"As the emperor arranges."

Song Ninglu turned around and walked out of the hall. She didn't feel her breathing became much easier until she walked out of Fengluan Hall.

Humans are really complicated animals, now Song Ninglu almost forgot what she wants?
Song Ninglu felt that she needed to reflect on herself. She couldn't forget her mission. Her mission was to restore the country.This is someone else's story, and there is no love or hatred for her here.

She's just on a mission.

Song Ninglu kept hinting to herself.

"Hongzao, please invite Nangong painter to paint my concubine."

"Master, do you want another portrait?"

Now the Dragon King Palace is almost full of your portraits, and there is no place to hang any more paintings.

……

In the quiet hall, separated by the bead curtain, Song Ninglu changed into a lavender long dress today, her hair was loose, and she was a bit lazy in her nobility, and a bit charming in her laziness.

Every time when painting, the master likes to eat fruit while waiting for Nangong painter to paint.

Seeing that the plate of grapes in front of the master's table was gone, Hongzao hurried to get it.

There was no one in the room, so Song Ninglu spoke lightly.

"Did you find what I wanted?"

"I live up to the princess's entrustment."

"In the box next to it."

Nangongli put down the pen in his hand, took out an object from the sleeve, and finished as Song Ninglu said, then picked up the pen again and continued the painting in his hand.

At this moment, Hongzao came in with a plate of fresh grapes in time, and when she entered the inner hall, her master seemed to have fallen asleep.

Her master didn't wake up until Nangong Painter left.

"Master, the emperor will come for dinner soon, do you need to tidy up?"

If the emperor sees his master with loose hair in the painting, I don't know if the emperor will be angry.

"There will be no dinner here tonight, why don't you inform the emperor to eat in another palace today?"

"what?"

Jujube was dumbfounded again?
"Not going yet?"

Seeing that the master's face seemed to be in a bad mood, Hongzao hurriedly left, but she didn't dare to pass the words to the emperor's ears, she was still alive.

Song Ninglu always likes to be quiet, so she usually only leaves Hongzao to serve in the main hall. At this time, there was no one in the main hall, so she went to the outer hall and took away the things left by Nangong Li.

This is the medicine that can restore her internal strength. It is said that it is very rare, but Nangongli got it.

Seeing the black pill, Song Ninglu put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, then swallowed it in one gulp.

No doubt about employing people, no doubt about using them, she has no choice now.

……

The news that the emperor was kicked out of the Dragon King Palace by Concubine Rong quickly spread throughout the harem. It was heard that Concubine Rong did not want to host the blessing festival, but the emperor said that even if Concubine Rong was favored again, the emperor would not change for her own decree.

The beauties felt that Concubine Rong was hypocritical, if such a good thing happened to them, they would be overjoyed.

Of course, Concubine Rong's protest did not win the emperor's heart, so the emperor finally stopped going to the Dragon King's Palace. The beauties in the palace seemed to see hope of being favored again.

In the quiet Dragon King Palace, probably only Hongzao cares about the master's favor. Since the Emperor was kicked out of the Dragon King Palace that day, he hasn't visited Concubine Rong for three days.

The corners of Jujube's mouth began to bubble, to the point where he didn't even think about eating or drinking.

But looking at her master, she seemed to be in a better mood these days, and she ate two more bowls of rice.

Song Ninglu was really in a good mood. The medicine Nangongli gave was very effective, but in just three days, she felt that the internal force in her body had almost returned to the peak of the original owner, and when she cultivated her own internal force, she also saved a lot of time. less effort,

Song Ninglu seemed to have changed from a fool who practiced martial arts to a young genius who practiced martial arts.

"Master, I heard that the emperor went to Concubine Xian for dinner today."

Song Ninglu, who was eating deliciously, slowly put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and asked softly, "The emperor used to eat with the concubines in the harem."

Seeing that the master finally had a feeling, Hong Zao hurriedly added oil and vinegar.

"Never, the emperor used to dine alone, but later he came to accompany you to eat at your request. It must be the concubine Xian who seduced the emperor, master, you can't just ignore it! What if the emperor is really caught Concubine Xian is confused..."

"Okay, is the dress I asked you to make ready? I will wear it out of the palace in a few days, so hurry up and prepare it."

"But……"

"Don't you want your master to amaze everyone?"

Hong Zao thought that the emperor would also go there. If the emperor saw his master's beauty, he would definitely change his mind.

"Master, don't worry, I'll get ready right away."

Next, Song Ninglu didn't have much appetite, so after dinner, she seized the time to recover her skills.

She always felt that something big would happen when she left the palace this time.

……

Every year on the eighth day of the winter month, it is a day to pray for blessings.

On the seventh day of the winter month, the qualified masters in the palace will go out to Shanguo Temple to pray for blessings.

This time, not only Concubine Rong was on the list, but also several envoys from the Kingdom of Wei and South Korea.

Pray that the people of the world live and work in peace and contentment, free from disease and disaster.

The masters in the palace originally had a carriage for each person, but Concubine Xian suddenly fell ill, so she got into the emperor's carriage. After all, the emperor's carriage is the largest, so it is no problem to lie down.

This made Hong Zao very angry.

"I don't get sick in the morning, I don't get sick in the evening, but I'm sick now, it must be on purpose."

She went out of her way to dress her master beautifully today. As long as the emperor saw her, he would definitely not be able to take his eyes away. It was quite strange for that woman.

Hong Zao was feeling suffocated, but Song Ninglu didn't care at all.

She now forces herself to think about another man.

Han Shangjun, this person is an absolute gentleman. He is not greedy for power or lustful. It is difficult to get in touch with such a person, and it is even more difficult to use him.

(End of this chapter)