I can't, I can't

Reaching out is naturally nothing, Kang Jiangxue obeyed honestly, just in time to see the palace people packed up and closed the door to leave, without others, he has no taboo, seeing Ping Wuqi about to close his pulse door, he asked: "what are you thinking?"

Ping Wuqi was asked suddenly, and his movements stopped slightly: "What did your majesty say?"

Kang Jiangxue blinked: "Sheng Lingxi."

Hearing this name, Ping Wuqi's original gentle and peaceful expression loosened. He should have asked "Why did you say that", but the little emperor's eyes were clear, and somehow forced him to face some evasions. Emotions for a long time.

For a breath, Ping Wuqi didn't move, and after a while, he withdrew his hand to check the pulse, as if clenched his fist for self-control, and said softly: "Your Majesty's servant is Your Majesty's servant, and Miss Sheng is His Majesty's queen. Your Majesty shouldn't have asked this question."

Kang Jiangxue absolutely did not mean to belittle or disrespect Sheng Lingxi. He sullenly said, "You have always been by my side, you should know that."

It's not surprising that he knows that it's an expedient measure to establish a queen. One day, Sheng Lingxi will be free and get other better arrangements, but even so, even if there is such a day, it has nothing to do with him.

It shouldn't be him.

No one should be him.

Ping Wuqi no longer dodged, lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Miss Sheng is from a noble family, she is familiar with poetry and books, her appearance is unparalleled, and she is a very kind person. No matter where she ends up in the future, she will always be a queen in the hearts of slaves." Empress."

Kang Jiangxue was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect that although Ping Wuqi had intentions, what he said was full of rejection - he thought he could see clearly that the two people had mutual affection.The little emperor's words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't help asking: "But it seems that Miss Sheng didn't have any intentions towards you..."

These words seemed to have thorns, and the thorns were so ordinary that he suddenly stood up. He was concerned about the little emperor's body just now, but now he can't care about anything, and his whole body is difficult to calm down: "Your Majesty is tired. It’s all nonsense, my servant sees that Your Majesty should go to bed early, and this servant will cover the bed curtain for you, so don’t let the wind blow you.”

Putting down these words, Ping Wuqi walked out without looking back.Kang Jiangxue has known Ping Wuqi for so long and has never seen him look so angry, so she couldn't help but shut up, watching Ping Wuqi arrive at the door, and the latter finally realized his gaffe, but even though he came to his senses, he couldn't help it. Did not look back.

When the door was closed, an unremarkable voice came faintly: "Your Majesty, the slave is an eunuch." Only this sentence, no more sound.

The door was closed, separating the master and servant. Now, Kang Jiangxue really didn't know what to say.

It should be that the little emperor's nerves were paralyzed by the ordinary life, and he never deliberately thought about it. Kang Jiangxue had already unconsciously forgotten about eunuchs and eunuchs.

The little emperor was so stuffed up in his heart that he lay down for a long time without falling asleep.

He knew Ping Wuqi's thoughts, and he also understood Ping Wuqi's resistance, but from the perspective of a bystander, he still couldn't help thinking: Is this okay?

She made a decision without asking Sheng Lingxi what she thought, why not ask each other what they think about their love affair?If Sheng Lingxi wanted to go forward indomitable, wouldn't she just miss out on her life?

Thinking about it, Kang Jiangxue seemed to have some other thoughts, flustered for a while, and her thoughts finally returned to calm.

On the second day after the break, I saw Ping Wuqi again, and Ping Ping's reaction was no different from usual.

That conversation seemed to have never happened, and all traces were silently annihilated. However, there were some changes in Ping Wuqi's going to Luoxia Palace to take care of Sheng Lingxi's body. He went to Luoxia Palace as usual, but insisted on No longer staying temporarily, I would rather go back and forth to work, and no longer stay in Luoxia Palace.

Kang Jiangxue saw it and said nothing.

Ping Wuqi had a knot in his heart that he couldn't solve, and the little emperor had a lot of things to do when he returned to the palace, so the two chose not to mention Sheng Lingxi's matter for the time being.

As far as Kang Jiangxue is concerned, there are still many things to deal with around her, so calm down and focus on pro-government.

There were no two big Buddhas in the court to suppress him. Kang Jiangxue stopped pretending to be asleep in the early court. He listened carefully to the speeches of all the officials and tried to make a decision on the spot within his ability. It is still possible to be a tool person who has no merits, no faults and no mistakes.

However, this level is obviously quite different from the ridiculous nonsense of the little emperor before. In a few days, all the officials generally gave new evaluations of the little emperor's performance.

— something.

This little emperor is okay.

Kang Jiangxue really disagreed with this evaluation.

If you want him to say, it's really unnecessary.

It's not that he has extraordinary ability, it's that Baiguan's expectations of him are too low, so that he can reach the shocking effect of [-] points after answering [-] points, and I feel a little ashamed when I think about it.

Some trivial affairs of the court are under control, because there have been a lot of changes recently, and the civil and military officials have not done anything. In short, Kang Jiangxue cares more about the courtiers' reaction to Fu Honglang.

As he expected, on the first day Fu Honglang, the new national teacher, took office, all the ministers were more or less repulsed by this relative who did not have an official uniform and was dressed in red. However, after two or three days, the atmosphere changed greatly big change.

Obviously, while the little emperor was trying to change the impression of all the officials, Fu Honglang also quickly transferred power to the Queen Mother's party, abandoned the Queen Mother Fu Hongyao, and went into battle by himself, which was faster than the little emperor.

Kang Jiangxue saw it in his eyes and pretended not to see it. As long as Fu Honglang didn't bump into him and talk to him, he would try his best to turn a blind eye to Fu Honglang's existence. Fortunately, the latter didn't deliberately tease the little emperor. Seeing Kang Jiangxue rushing away like a rabbit, Fu Honglang was not only not unhappy, but enjoyed it.

Kang Jiangxue didn't have the time to explore what Fu Honglang was thinking. After he came down to court, he was busy approving New Year's ceremony in the palace: the New Year is approaching, and the New Year will be celebrated in the Ding Dynasty in two days.

In the past, the whole country must celebrate the new year with great fanfare, but now that the earthquake has just passed and the victims have been scattered, the celebrations have all been canceled as a matter of course, and the money for the celebration has been allocated to resettle the victims.

It's a pity that the event is gone, but some etiquette between officials and the emperor is still there.People outside the palace gave gifts to the palace, and the little emperor also had to reward all the officials, and appropriately rewarded the officials with some annual gifts.

The money was clearly accounted by the royal family, so Kang Jiangxue arranged it one by one from high to low without being reluctant. Even if the boss was not happy in her heart, she still gave Yang Huo, who was recovering from illness, a double New Year gift package.

In any case, we still need to save face. In case Yang Huo burps during the Chinese New Year when his wound becomes infected, he can still buy a few more sheets of paper, right?

After a busy night, Kang Jiangxue saw Zheng Lanyu's name in the list after arranging the aristocratic families. With a flash of thought, and with a flick of a pen, she sent Zheng Xiaotong a lot of rare jewels.

These things are nothing to the little emperor, but they are very precious to a small official. He saw it in his eyes when he recorded it, and asked specifically: "Will this be a bit conspicuous? There are not many other people, and he is the only one like this." Many, I am afraid that it seems that His Majesty is particularly fond of him."

Kang Jiangxue had always liked Zheng Lanyu, but she usually concealed it deliberately, but now that the time is right at the end of the year, he doesn't have to worry about causing others to ask questions.

The little emperor said confidently: "Part of the same reward is given to Zheng Lanyu's official position, and the extra part is given to Zheng Lanyu's face. Can't everyone see that Zheng Lanyu is so good-looking, if someone else He looks so good-looking too, and I don't mind rewarding him more."

It's no wonder that I couldn't help laughing at the words, but after thinking about it carefully, I was actually convinced by the reason that fits the little emperor's style of painting: "Your Majesty is really justified."

Kang Jiangxue nodded brazenly to accept the compliment, and gave Ping Wuqi and Haitang a lot of things after approving the New Year's ceremony.

The silly rabbit Xiaoyu also didn't fall, and there was a ruby ​​pendant on her short neck, and her small body was bearing an unbearable weight.

Haitang heard that there was a reward, and was very pleasantly surprised: "There are even slaves?"

Kang Jiangxue rubbed Xiaoyu on Haitang's face, and said with a smile, "You have to have anyone who doesn't have it. You are Aunt Haitang from Zhengyang Palace and the spokesperson of Haitang Bookstore. I must give you the most."

The little girl was very coaxing, and she immediately smiled: "Wow! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Ping Wuqi was actually quite indifferent to rewards, but Xu was infected by Haitang's New Year's atmosphere, so he smiled and thanked him: "Then thank you, Your Majesty."

Haitang laughed, and didn't forget the other person who was not in the palace, and asked, "What about Mr. Sheng? What did His Majesty reward him? Presumably it's not jewelry, Mr. Shan doesn't like these."

Kang Jiangxue smiled and said, "I won't tell you, you can guess it yourself."

Haitang was very unconvinced: "Your Majesty just said that there are the most servants, and the servants who look at Mr. Sheng must be more than the sum of the servants and peace."

Kang Jiangxue laughed out loud, enough laughing, but she really missed Sheng Lingyu.

Speaking of the New Year coming soon inside the palace, of course the people outside the palace will also be celebrating the New Year.Sheng Lingyu is in charge of disaster relief. In order to appease the people as soon as possible and help them get through this disaster year, she is so busy every day that she can't escape for a moment.

Kang Jiangxue couldn't see Sheng Lingyu, so she could only know what Sheng Lingyu was busy with from Lang Wei's daily report of the disaster. I don't know, even whether Sheng Lingyu can go back to the palace to stay for one night on the New Year's Day is still uncertain.

Will Sheng Lingyu come back?

... After all, it's Chinese New Year, so it's good to come back and take a look.

Kang Jiangxue restrained her smile and didn't speak anymore, but her thoughts drifted farther and farther without holding back.

All Chinese people will inevitably have thoughts and emotions on this particular day. When Kang Jiangxue was thinking about Sheng Lingyu, she suddenly thought of Lu Qiao.

It had been several months since Lu Qiao had left, so a young master who had been pampered since childhood was alone in Yongzhou, things were so messy and dangerous, so he must have suffered a lot.

Kang Jiangxue asked Lang Wei to ask: "Have you seen it? There is no letter from Lu Xiaohou this month?"

Lang Wei's eyelashes moved slightly, but he did not pause in his answer: "Return to Your Majesty, there is no letter."

The little emperor paused: "Are you sure you have searched carefully?"

Lang Wei replied in a low voice: "There is no reason why His Majesty's letter will be lost. It should be true."

"..."

Kang Jiangxue didn't look back, seeing Lang Wei's hastily disappearing reaction, a soft sigh escaped from her chest, and she couldn't tell what it was like in her heart.

In the past, when Lu Qiao was in the imperial city, he had to write letters to him from time to time, apology letters, daily chat letters, and intimate words, almost like love letters.

But now the mountains are high and the rivers are long and the two places are separated, but this person doesn't have a single letter.

Kang Jiangxue originally thought that although Lu Qiao was suppressing him, but after parting, feelings and thoughts always prevailed. Even if there was a grievance in her heart, she and the little emperor would not miss a few words of peace.

However, Lu Houye and his wife both received a reply, but he didn't. Thinking about it, Lu Qiao's tone was still difficult to evacuate, and now it is also regurgitating in his heart.

... whatever.

Kang Jiangxue didn't think about it any more, she licked Xiaoyu, read some memorials, and gave all officials a five-day annual leave according to the rules.

Another day later, red lights were hung in Zhengyang Palace, and it was getting late. There was a light snowfall.

Kang Jiangxue is alone, and she looks very lonely at the end of the new year. It is not surprising that Begonia and Xiaoyu are with him, but she still feels empty. She just waved away the strangeness in her heart, sent two relatives and friends, and read some idle books alone under the lamp in the study. .

I don't know if it's because his hair is stuffy in his heart. Looking at it, he always feels a little uncomfortable in his chest.

The little emperor didn't pay much attention to it. After a while, the uncomfortable feeling gradually increased, intermittently in his chest, which clearly indicated that the strangeness was not in the body, but on the surface of the body.

His chest... is hurting?

The little emperor suddenly sensed something was wrong, and pulled open his skirt, exposing his skin to the lamp.The lights shone brightly, and the firelight immediately shone on his white and tender chest, revealing a soft and slightly bulging part of his chest, which was particularly red and dazzling.

In an instant, Kang Jiangxue's scalp went numb.

He had said earlier that his emperor's body was pink and tender and hairless, but tonight, for some reason, the two places on his chest became red and swollen as if he had been stung by a mosquito.

He was originally pink, but now it is even more vivid, and the range of pink besides the bright red is more diffuse than usual. At first glance, the first feeling is that there can be a book here, or a book that must be posted on the Internet. A good book shared by everyone on the plate.

This is really... shit.

If this scene appeared on someone else, Kang Jiangxue would definitely blush at the first glance, but it would be wrong if it happened to him.

It was hard to understand in my heart, but it was really sore and swollen physically. Kang Jiangxue felt that the tip was particularly sensitive when it was rubbed by the cloth, and there was something ready to come out from the bottom, which made him want to squeeze out.

Thinking in my mind, I naturally did so in my hands.

Because it was really uncomfortable, the little emperor didn't care how strange it looked, so he touched it with his own hand, followed by an unusually vivid tactile sensation, Kang Jiangxue's body froze, and in order not to make a strange sound, she quickly diverged thinking to find out why.

Was he allergic to something, or was the material on his chest wrong?

How could this be?

Anyway, it was her own body, Kang Jiangxue simply changed from touching to kneading, and from kneading to pinching, trying to relieve this strange feeling of chest swelling, but the effect was not great, not only did not relieve, but the color was blurred more and more. Mess.

The little emperor's face was flushed red, and he was doing serious work with a sullen face, when he heard a creaking sound from the window, and a gust of cold wind blew in.

Ji Linxiu leaned half her body in, looking at the little emperor under the lamp, her blank expression froze on her beautiful face.

After a full second, Ji Linxiu said, "...What are you doing?"