The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon

   Chapter 82 083: Promotion

   "I just wanted to go out to look at the stars after I finished my meal. The emperor came just in time to watch the stars with me." Song Yunzhao rested his head on the emperor's shoulders, and gently kicked his skirt with his toes, like an urchin.

  Feng Yi's heart seemed to relax along with Song Yunzhao's naughty toes, and a smile slowly formed on his face.

  Song Yunzhao didn’t speak anymore, and just watched the stars with the emperor silently. The emperor was obviously in a bad mood, so she had better be honest. The emperor was moody and grudge-loving, so she couldn’t put herself in it, just make people happy.

  Xiangxue retreated with the palace staff, there were only two people in the courtyard.

   This kind of tranquility was exactly what Feng Yi wanted. He held Song Yunzhao's hand in silence, and the people around him kept silent with him. He had been walking alone all this time, but now there was suddenly another person beside him. It seemed that the feeling of being accompanied was not bad.

  Song Yunzhao's thoughts were diverging, thinking that he was making the emperor happy, right?

  When a person doesn’t want to talk, it’s best for the people around him not to talk too much. The best company is to be silent with him.

   She should be doing the right thing.

  Thinking about this, she suddenly felt the eyes of the people around her. She raised her head slightly, and was facing the emperor's dark eyes, which seemed to be flickering with light at this moment.

  Song Yunzhao was dazed, and before she could figure it out, she saw the emperor's face getting closer and closer to her, and their breaths were entangled under the moonlight.

  Song Yunzhao's heart was pounding, the emperor had committed a foul, what did he want to do this late at night?

  Feng Yi looked at Song Yunzhao's fair face instantly turned red, and couldn't help but bend his eyebrows. There was light shining in those black eyes. He grabbed Song Yunzhao's slender waist with both hands and put his arms around her. He reached out to cover her moist eyes, and lowered his head to kiss the red lips.

   Song Yunzhao's mind is in a mess, isn't he in a bad mood? Isn't it decadent? Isn't he watching the stars and the moon with him to purify his soul?

   Is this the result of... the purification?

  She doesn't quite understand the brain circuit of the emperor, but people are coming to her door, so she dare not push out such a handsome guy.

  Song Yunzhao stretched out his arms to embrace the emperor's waist and immediately moved towards him. Feng Yi looked at the man tightly locked in his arms, a rosy glow appeared on Bai Yu's face, and the watery eyes made circles of ripples in his heart, pouring into his heart little by little.

  Feng Yi stood up abruptly, picked him up, and strode towards the bedroom,

  Song Yunzhao was caught off guard and hugged the emperor's neck tightly, and let out a small exclamation. Before she recovered, she had already fallen into the soft brocade mattress.

  The bed curtain covered in brocade fell down, blocking out the lights in the room. Song Yunzhao's heart was beating violently, and the lights in the tent were dim, reflecting Feng Yi's face with sharp edges and corners. Those eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and they were about to melt her in an instant.

   This is not her illusion. Tonight's emperor is not only fast but also has a long standby time. She, a cannon fodder, finally understands the treatment of a romantic heroine...

  When Song Yunzhao woke up the next day, there was no one around him. She collected herself, remembered what happened last night, and was so angry that she couldn't help but punch the bed.

   "Master, what's wrong with you?"

  Hearing Xiangxue's voice, Song Yunzhao hurriedly said: "It's nothing, you go and do your work, I'll lie down for a while."

  Xiangxue backed away, and Song Yunzhao breathed a sigh of relief.

  Suddenly remembered something, Song Yunzhao reached out to the wooden grid next to the bed and took out the booklet and crumpled it into a ball. As long as she remembered last night, she wished that this thing had never appeared.

  There is no queen in the palace and there is no need to go to pay her respects, Song Yunzhao simply fell asleep again, and when she woke up again, she heard voices from outside, hurriedly put on her outer clothes and sat up, opened the curtains, and the voice became more real, and she actually heard the voice of the emperor.

  When she moved this way, the voices of the people outside paused, followed by the sound of footsteps coming in, and when she raised her head, she met Feng Yi's face.

  Song Yunzhao doesn't really want to see him now, but she dares to kick him out when he comes?

  Don't dare, dare not!

   "Why is the emperor here?" Song Yunzhao asked with a smile.

  Feng Yi coughed a little uncomfortably, and then said: "I came to see you, and have lunch with you."

   Song Yunzhao felt relieved seeing the emperor's uncomfortable look, but... lunch?

  She hurriedly turned her head to check the time, and it was indeed lunch time, she didn't expect to sleep for so long.

   This is embarrassing.

  Song Yunzhao hurriedly found an excuse to change clothes and slipped away. The emperor looked at her back and smiled, and followed her out.

  Song Yunzhao tidied himself up, his heart had been built, and looking at the emperor was no different from looking at a big pig's hoof.

  Feng Yi looked at Song Yunzhao's expression with even more smiles in his eyes, and pulled her to sit down for dinner.

  Song Yunzhao was really hungry, and she had to worry about how she ate in front of the emperor, but her speed was definitely not slow, and she felt more comfortable after padding her stomach.

  Feng Yi looked at her like this, reached out to pick up vegetables for her and put them in a bowl, thinking that he really seemed to have gone a little too far last night.

   After eating, he entered the inner hall to speak.

  Seeing that the emperor was in a good mood, Song Yunzhao thought that it must be that something about the Edict of Guilt had developed differently this morning, but she couldn't take the initiative to ask, and she didn't know how the minister of Dali Temple operated it.

  Feng Yi was really in a good mood, and he even dragged Song Yunzhao to take a lunch break with him. There was no fuss at the moment, and the two of them leaned together to talk.

   "The emperor seems to be in a good mood today, did you encounter any happy things?" Song Yunzhao asked tentatively, thinking that the emperor's temper might not be able to say anything.

  Feng Yi looked sideways at Song Yunzhao, stretched out his hand to gently pinch her face, and then said with a smile: "The matter of sending imperial envoys to the south for disaster relief has been figured out, so I am naturally happy."

  Song Yunzhao thought it was true, and was thinking about how to reply, when he heard the emperor say: "The minister of Dali Temple is the imperial envoy, and your father is the deputy envoy to assist."

  Song Yunzhao almost jumped up, staring at the emperor with wide eyes, "My father? Your Majesty, what are you kidding. How can this be done? If the Emperor sees the face of his concubine, please take it back."

  Song Yunzhao never expected that the emperor would ask her father to be the deputy of Dali Siqing. With her father's qualifications, this is a leapfrog promotion. The foundation is unstable, like a castle in the air. Isn't this suddenly pushed to the forefront?

  Feng Yi didn't expect a single sentence to scare Song Yunzhao into such a state, so he sat up and patted her on the shoulder and said, "What are you afraid of? Your father has experience in water control, and being a temple minister in Taipu Temple is too condescending. Although Dali Temple Minister is an imperial envoy, he has no experience. Your father will accompany you. This time, you will definitely be able to show your talent. Yun Zhao, you are now just Jieyu. If you want to go up one step further, your position will be more stable. Whether it is your father or uncle, you must make achievements in politics, understand? "

  (end of this chapter)