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The conversation between the Son of Heaven and Li Fu was as secret as the Son of Heaven's thoughts of not being able to communicate with outsiders, and no third person knew about it.

For more than a month after that day, the emperor became more and more tired and lazy.Except for the secret folders sealed with red stripes, most of them were thrown to Xiao Lingming without even looking at them, and he became more and more proficient in doing it.

"Your Majesty, the Third Highness sent another post to enter the palace to meet you and the imperial concubine. This is the third post these days."

When Li Fu went out to listen to the eunuch's message, and then went back to the inner hall to answer, Xiao Lingming was behind the book case answering the memorial for the emperor.

"Sui'er's daughter has lived outside for more than half a month, and she doesn't look like that." Xiao Lingming interjected softly.

The emperor took a sip of his tea, glanced at him, then turned back to the folded red envelope in his hand, and said casually, "Lie Fu, go and pick it up yourself. You know how to answer."

When Li Fu got the order and went out to make arrangements, the emperor suddenly asked Xiao Lingming, "Boss is now detained in the Linxia Palace by Zhenling Pei Congzhang, and he can't be imprisoned for a lifetime. I didn't think about what to do with him. I only asked Wu Ji what he meant. It means just click it. What do you think tomorrow?"

Xiao Lingming listened, writing continuously, and slowly wrote down the four words "Xunfeng remains the same".

Emperor Wu treated him more gently and indulgently after the outbreak that day, the relationship between the two seemed to return to the time when he lived in Hanyuan Palace when he was young.

Xiao Lingming seemed to have been used to a lot of presumptuousness. He looked sideways at Emperor Wu and blinked, "Are you asking me, or a saint asking a concubine?"

The emperor smiled and gave him a glance, "Say it all."

"My concubine thinks that King Cheng just didn't notice for a while, and what Prime Minister Wu said about the family relationship between father and son is very reasonable."

"What about tomorrow?"

The pen holder in Xiao Lingming's hand was unconsciously pressed under his lips, and he said vaguely, "The tiger's mouth came out of the box, and the tortoise jade was destroyed in the box. Is it due to familiarity?"

The Son of Heaven didn't say whether it was good or bad, but he just looked at Xiao Lingming and asked, "Who do you think Wu Xiang and you should listen to tomorrow?"

"A saint has his own way of doing things." Xiao Lingming said softly with sly eyes.

The Son of Heaven laughed loudly when he heard the words, raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Lingming, "Slippery!" He said and threw the seal in his hand to Xiao Lingming, and stood up, "I'm tired, and I have to see Wu Cheng this afternoon. .”

Xiao Lingming put down the secret bag in his hand, stood up, and followed the emperor to the inner hall, while carefully asking: "Your Highness, don't you see me, too?"

"You deal with it yourself." Emperor Wu waved his hand, his tone was laziness, "Anyone can do the job of serving, you go back and approve the papers."

Xiao Lingming obediently let go of Emperor Wu's hand, said yes, and left according to the etiquette.

When Song Xian arrived at the Hanyuan Hall, Xiao Lingming happened to have finished approving the last fold.

Although she is an imperial concubine, as a rule, she must not meet anyone in Hanyuan Hall without the presence of the emperor.

But I don't know if it was Li Fu's negligence, he asked Prince Rui to wait outside, but when he came in to report, he didn't see the emperor, so he turned to Xiao Lingming, bowed and said, "Prince Rui and Aunt Sui'er are already waiting outside."

Xiao Lingming didn't care about it either, he put down his pen and said: "Let him in." Then he said: "Take the notebook, it's easier for the sage to read when he wakes up."

Li Fu responded and pointed to a small palace attendant who was standing beside her to pass on the message, and she went forward to tidy up the memorials herself.

Song appeared to follow the little palace man and came in. Seeing Li Fu by his side, he bowed according to the rules, "I have seen my mother and concubine."

Holding the booklet, Li Fu nodded slightly to Xiao Lingming and Song Xian, "I'm leaving first." She didn't forget to wink when she went out, and took all the palace people outside together.

Sui'er had never been away from Xiao Lingming for such a long time except when she was dragged into Ye Ting back then, but because of Song Xian's presence, even though her eyes were red, she didn't feel disrespectful. Follow orders.

Song Xian straightened his waist, and knelt down in front of Xiao Lingming with a short distance between him. He carefully scrutinized Xiao Lingming's expression, and saw that it was the same as before, even with a little more anger between his eyebrows and eyes. Then he pursed his lips and said cautiously: " ...Xian'er thought you didn't want to see me anymore."

What he said was aggrieved and sticky, not at all like the gentle words but decisive connotations handed over recently.

Xiao Lingming shook his head lightly, feeling for no reason that his aggrieved appearance was a bit of a broken essence, and he said casually: "You should ask Li Fu, it is the saint who is ill. The saint is suddenly ill, and the palace is in chaos hands and feet."

This was an unmistakable answer, but it fell into Song Xian's ears but failed to pass smoothly, instead stuck in his heart.

I clearly knew the biggest secret of the person in front of me, and even had the closest skin-to-skin relationship with him.

Even as a nobleman, he is still willing to submit to others.

But when we met today, except that Xiao Lingming didn't speak to him with a female voice, those gentle rejections were not even as good as being separated from him by a layer of secrets, which undoubtedly poured cold water on Song Xian's head.

"You..." Song Xian opened his mouth, he was always eloquent and an expert in acting, but he was at a loss for words at this moment.

Xiao Lingming smiled, "If Xian'er is fine, then step back. In the future, your father will recover, and you will enter the palace to greet the saint."

It's really as polite as treating a strange bastard.

Xiao Lingming clearly had a heart of many things, but at this time he acted as if he couldn't see his abnormality at all, which inexplicably angered Song Xian.

Song Xian had always relied on his ability to keep a secret, but at this moment, this nameless anger broke out of his control and completely burned his gentle and restrained skin.

He grabbed Xiao Lingming's wrist resting on the low table and pulled it in front of him, leaned forward suddenly, almost touching Xiao Lingming's face.

Seeing this, Sui'er let out a low exclamation, but didn't dare to say anything, for fear that someone with sharp eyes and ears would come in and see it.

Xiao Lingming let Song Xian hold him back, he gave Sui'er a comforting look without changing his face, and then turned back to Song Xian.

The force pinching his wrist was neither light nor heavy, and he had to make some movement to break free, but it was not so strong that it would leave a mark.

"Xian'er. This is in the Hanyuan Hall." Xiao Lingming glanced at his hand, and slightly backed away.

In return, Song seemed to get closer, his warm breath fell on Xiao Lingming's face, and he stared straight at Xiao Lingming.

Those eyes seemed to want to peel off Xiao Lingming's gentle face, to see if the one underneath was as sharp as the outside, "Do you have anything else you want to say to Xian'er?"

Xiao Lingming looked at him for a moment, moved his eyes slightly, and sighed softly.

The next moment, when Song Xian was completely unresponsive, Xiao Lingming straightened up slightly, met Song Xian's fierce eyes, pecked lightly on Song Xian's lips, then quickly backed away, raised his fan to cover half of his face, and looked like He looked around like a thief, and at the same time asked in a low voice: "Are you satisfied now? Don't let me go yet."

But the strength of pinching his wrist didn't loosen at all, he withdrew his glances and looked back at Song Xian with some doubts, and saw that Song Xian was red from the roots of his ears to his neck, and there was no arrogance to eat people just now.

Song Xian stared at Xiao Lingming without blinking, as if he had seen a ghost.

This is not the first time he has kissed someone, let alone the first time he has kissed Xiao Lingming.

But it was the first time for him, because of a light, even a little perfunctory, so perfunctory that Song Xian felt that Xiao Lingming was kissing cats and dogs like this, and his heart beat like a drum and his head was dizzy.

After a long while, Song Xian withdrew his hand holding Xiao Lingming as if he had been stung, hid it back in his sleeve, and pouted as if to cover up, "You will use this to block you!" I."