If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

Lingrong didn't take the incense sent to the emperor seriously at first, but when she went to the Qinzheng Hall again, she found that the emperor placed the incense burner at the entrance, so that the wind from the entrance could blow it away a little, but the smell could still reach the inner room. Seeing this incense burner, Lingrong was suddenly a little moved. This kind of delicate tenderness belonged only to Zhen Huan in her previous life.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be blessed with good health." Ling Rong walked around the incense burner and greeted the emperor who was busy sitting at the desk.

"You're here. How did you get here when it's so hot outside?" The emperor didn't look up. The memorials on the table were about to bury him. It was all because of the rules set by the ancestors. Every memorial to greet the ministers had to be approved by the emperor to show his concern for the ministers.

"It's because it's so hot that I came to see if the emperor has had a good meal. I brought some iced lotus seed soup. You can have some to cool down your heat later." Ling Rong said as she went to grind the cinnabar on the table. The cinnabar on the table was almost used up.

"How do you know I've been getting irritated these days? The weather has been bad recently. It's hot in the north, and I heard that people are dying of the heat in Zhili. It's raining heavily in the south. Alas, it's really a case of drought killing people and flood killing people." The emperor was also frowning. Natural disasters are not as easy to solve as man-made disasters.

"I am confined to the harem and don't understand state affairs. Why doesn't Your Majesty gather ideas and see what solutions the ministers in the court have?" Not to mention that Lingrong didn't know, even if she knew she wouldn't dare to say it. The harem is not allowed to interfere in state affairs. If you say the right thing about state affairs, it may not be good for you, but if you say the wrong thing, you will definitely be punished.

After she finished studying, Emperor Mo pulled her to sit down and handed her a pile of greetings. "Well, since you are here, don't be idle. I have important things to do. Please handle these memorials for me."

Ling Rong responded indifferently and took the letter of greeting and the seal handed to her by the emperor. She held the seal quietly without saying a word.

The emperor would not stand up and move around until he had finished the work at hand. This was his habit when he was young. Urgent and important matters at hand must be resolved immediately, otherwise he would not know the answer when his master or the emperor asked.

They have many brothers and sisters, and the emperor is really strict, especially the older brothers. The emperor often tests and teaches them homework, including essays, debates, and the six arts. At the beginning, the eldest brother was the best in riding and shooting, and we all recognized him as Baturu. The second brother was the best in Chinese studies, and the third brother was a bookworm. Alas, things have changed, and everything has stopped. It has been two years since I ascended the throne.

After stamping the chapter, Zi Lingrong looked at the emperor. She could see that the emperor was lost in thought. She did not disturb him and took the tea from the side to drink. The emperor also had troubles. People only saw his bright side of enjoying the happiness of many women, but did not see him staying up late to review memorials, nor did they see him planning and calculating the world.

It was not until Su Peisheng brought in the lotus seed soup that the emperor came to his senses. "I was distracted." The emperor had been wandering around the hall for a while, but no one reminded him.

"Your Majesty is tired. Have some lotus seed soup and take a rest." Ling Rong opened the food box. The lotus seed soup was brought from the imperial kitchen by her. She specifically asked that ice be brought along. Sure enough, the ice had melted a lot by the time it had passed.

When the emperor heard her words, he walked to the couch and sat down, taking the lotus seed soup from her. The bowl was made of silver and was even cooler after being chilled. The lotus seed soup was slightly sweet, just in line with his taste. The emperor was very satisfied with the meal. He thought that Lingrong understood his taste habits, because someone also brought lotus seed soup, but he didn't like it because it was too sweet.

Although he also loves sweets, he prefers sweet but not greasy, and this bowl of lotus seed soup just suits his taste. He couldn't help but praise, "This lotus seed soup is good."