My Empress is My Bad Girl

Bao Xing whispered: "The minion... is already a useless person. Instead of letting Concubine Ning go out to live a hard life, it is better to stay in the palace, at least be safe and secure, and have a worry-free life."

Although he was calm, Yun Dai could hear the boundless vicissitudes of life.

She said: "Actually, if you don't wear this dress, you won't be able to tell that it's the father-in-law at all. Many maids in the palace talk privately and suspect that you don't..."

What she didn't say was clear.

Bao Xing understood.

He smiled bitterly: "The minion entered the palace late, unlike other father-in-laws who entered the palace when he was a teenager. So it looks different from other father-in-laws. But the minion is indeed an eunuch."

Yun Dai felt sorry for him and Guo Ning.

But what to do.

The world is like this, full of helplessness and powerlessness.

Back in the room, Yun Dai asked Bao Xing to rest. She took off her cloak, stood by the charcoal basin, removed the cold from her body, warmed her hands, and went to see Yan'er.

Yan'er had fallen asleep long ago, covering her quilt securely, only revealing a chubby little face.

Yuzhu slept on the low couch next to him, showing two round arms.

Although the room is warm, it is cold and snowy in the end, and freezing is not for fun.

"I'm such a big person, I don't sleep honestly." Yun Dai shook her head, put her arm in the quilt, kissed Yan'er on the cheek again, and went out gently.

She was not sleepy for the time being, so she sat at the table and copied the scriptures. It was not until the third clock that she felt sleepy that she kicked her shoes and drew back to the bed.

She pulled out a piece of paper under the pillow, unfolded it, and on it was a poem.

She has read this poem many times.

"The level is really bad." She stuffed the paper under the pillow and went to sleep with her eyes closed.

At the same time, Zhao Yuanjing, who was sitting in the imperial study room, sneezed.

Liu Dequan hurriedly came over and gave him a cloak, and said, "The snow outside is really heavy, and the wind is also strong. Lord, you must be careful not to catch cold. The slave will let someone get two more charcoal basins."

"No need." Zhao Yuanjing said, "Go and pour me a cup of hot tea."

"The minion will go now."

Liu Dequan was busy pouring tea.

Zhao Yuanjing picked it up and took a sip, but frowned.

Liu Dequan watched carefully and said hurriedly: "But it's too hot."

"This tea doesn't taste right."

"Aunt Si Cha has always been prudent in her work, so she won't be confused about the emperor's taste. The minion asked her to cook another pot." Liu Dequan said.

"This tea is too sweet, it's a bit bitter."

"The minion is going to tell Aunt Si Cha." Liu Dequan wondered in his heart. The emperor had always been used to drinking this kind of tea, so why did he suddenly want bitter tea today.

Unexpectedly, it was re-cooked, but still not satisfied.

Liu Dequan scratched his head and couldn't figure out what kind of tea the emperor wanted to drink.

Zhao Yuanjing always felt that this tea had a lot of taste.

He said: "The tea I drank at Ganquan Temple is very good."

Liu Dequan was stunned and suddenly realized.

He smiled and said: "That's the tea that the empress pours, how can the minions compare. It's better, Minger minions go to Ganquan Temple and ask the empress to teach the minions how to cook it."

"It's troublesome." Zhao Yuanjing said coldly.

He put down the tea cup and said, "Tell Si Cha, you don't have to cook it. I want to go back to the bedroom."

Liu Dequan was busy waiting for him back to Zhaohua Hall, washing and changing clothes.

Zhao Yuanjing lay on the bed, but still couldn't sleep. He kept thinking of the two poems about snow made by Yun Dai.

On such winter snowy nights, she must be very lonely when she stays alone in a simple temple.

Zhao Yuanjing sat up, transcribed the two poems, and pondered them over and over again, and he felt that they were wonderful and good poems.