My lord auspicious? !

After that night, Yingjun hadn't seen Yan Chengxia for a long time.The emperor just promulgated a decree, the decree roughly means: "Huanhuayuan" Lang beauty is unwell, and she is not allowed to greet the emperor and queen in the future, except for the "Cui'e Palace" beauty, other people are also prohibited from visiting and disturbing.

As soon as the imperial decree came out, all the bystanders were gloating, thinking: about that nagging Langmei lady annoyed the emperor, and was grounded by the emperor.Even Rong Qing and the palace people of the two palaces felt sorry for Zhen Yingjun, only the person involved was extremely happy and didn't feel anything was wrong.

Later, news of the emperor's serious illness came from "Longze Palace".After Yingjun heard this, he really worried about his friend of the emperor, but he couldn't go out of the palace, and naturally he couldn't go to see the sick, so he had to keep his worry in his heart, and sent people outside the palace every day Keep your ears open for news from others.

The emperor had been ill for nearly two months, and around the beginning of June, when the season of raging fire came, he finally heard the news that the emperor would return to court.

At that time, Yingjun just finished plagiarizing the masterpiece "Jin Ping Mei" and got the money and was counting the money in the palace.

Rong Qing limped in from outside the yard, sweating all over his head, holding a paper fan in one hand and a food box in the other, stood at the door watching Yingjun for a while, and finally uttered something like "Hate iron can't be done" steel" sound.

Handsome crawled on the beauty's couch without any appearance of a beauty, stretched out a finger and tapped his tongue, and divided the bank notes one by one according to their denominations, with a serious expression on his face.

"Are you looking for money?" Rong Qing walked over and grabbed the thick stack of bank notes from Yingjun's hand, and threw them on the ground.

Yingjun cheerfully picked up the banknotes, "Ah Qing! Don't make trouble with the silver, what's wrong with you? Someone bullied you?"

Rong Qing shook his head, "Is no one bullying me? Even if there are people, I don't care. It's just you...you have been grounded for almost three months, why don't you see you in a hurry?"

"What's there to worry about? I'm still happy to be free." Yingjun muttered in his mouth, folded his precious banknotes, and put them away carefully.

"Let me ask you where did you offend the emperor?" Rong Qing said, "tell me so I can give you an idea?"

Yingjun inexplicably said "Huh?", "I didn't offend the emperor?" How strange, are they still good brothers?

"I didn't offend you, how could you be punished like this? You must have accidentally said something wrong." Rong said innocently, Zhen Yingjun.

"You mean punishment?" Yingjun thought it was funny, "Ah Qing! I don't think this is punishment at all." Otherwise, how could he have such a peaceful and leisurely life, and the fat lady would have bored him to death.

Seeing his playful smile, Rong Qing felt annoyed, "Forget it! Just wait! See if I have a chance to meet the emperor, and I will personally ask him for mercy."

"Hey! Don't! Ah Qing!" Yingjun hurriedly grabbed him, "You said yourself that you want to live a quiet life, and I also want to live a quiet life. You see... the emperor's imperial decree, I will never be the same again. It’s great that everyone’s eyes are on it!”

Rong Qing sighed helplessly and shook his head, "You only think about the present, have you ever thought about the future? If the emperor's confinement order does not come down, your "Huanhuayuan" will sooner or later become the second limbo."

"Hello Leng Gong!" Yingjun said happily.

Rong Qing was powerless to deal with him, so he stopped talking about that topic with him.He looked down at the things in his hand, and put the food box in his hand on the table, "Here is the ice that I managed to get. In such a hot weather, you can make some sour plum soup to cool off."

"I don't know how to make sour plum soup." Yingjun lifted the lid of the box and took a look, only to see that the ice had half melted.

"Look, I was only focused on talking to you, so the ice melted." Rong Qing held the bowl of ice regretfully, and scolded Zhen Yingjun.

Handsome stared at the half-melted ice, and let out a smirk, "Hey!" He called out loudly, "Xiao Xizi! Bring a shovel from the kitchen."

The little eunuch on the porch outside the door agreed, and after a while, Xiao Xizi bent over and came in holding a spatula.