The lady of a good match

Followed Yang Heng into the palace from the side door, and cooperated with him to hand things over to the Guangchu Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs before being taken to a specific side hall in the palace to rest and wait.

"Young Master Yan will rest and wait in this side hall for the time being. It's time for lunch. Someone will bring lunch later. Our family will return to the emperor. You can just wait for the holy call with peace of mind."

Yang Heng said, smiled and reassured him not to be nervous, then turned and left.

Yan Qing cupped his hands in thanks: "Then there will be Mr. Lao."

Yang Heng waved the whisk in his hand, turned and left.

After the matter was sorted out, Yan Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and waited peacefully after having lunch with Chen Xiang Yingli who followed.

Near the afternoon, Yang Heng came over again and told him that the emperor sent him to the imperial study.

"The royal study?"

Yan Qing was a little surprised, looked at Chen Xiang and Ying Li, and both saw the doubt in Chen Xiang Ying Li's eyes, if he remembered correctly, the emperor would only call people to the imperial study room when he was discussing political affairs with the ministers privately, like He should be interviewed in a special palace like this.

Yang Heng nodded and explained:

"The emperor has a lot of things to do every day, especially in the past few days. He has been reviewing memorials in the imperial study every day after the court. I am afraid that if you miss the time for you to leave the palace, I will let you go directly to the imperial study. My son, come with me."

Yan Qing nodded clearly: "Okay, then I will trouble my father-in-law to lead the way."

Asking Chen Xiang and Ying Li to wait in the hall, Yan Qing followed Yang Heng towards the imperial study.

Outside the study, Yang Heng told the servant guarding the door, after the servant notified Yang Heng to leave, Yan Qing was allowed to enter the imperial study room, thanked the servant and calmly handed over the small box with the gift prepared in advance to the other party inside.

The young eunuch put the box back in his sleeve and immediately calmed down. He glanced at Yan Qing and said in his characteristic soft voice:

"The emperor has been waiting for a long time, my son please."

Yan Qing cupped her hands: "Thank you, Eunuch."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door of the imperial study room.

Going inside, bypassing the screen, you can see the emperor of the current dynasty, frowning slightly and looking down at the memorial in front of the book case, Feng Jingyi, 25 years old, ranked seventh among the first emperor's children. After he died of illness, the crown prince was deposed twice, but in the end the late emperor still overcame many obstacles to let him succeed.

Therefore, Feng Jingyi, who has gone through all kinds of difficulties and inherited the great line, under his dignified appearance, is wise and calm in his heart, but also ruthless and ruthless.

Yan Qing knelt down and saluted respectfully: "My subject Yan Qing pays homage to the emperor, my majesty will last forever."

The face saint of the Yan family can be called a minister in front of the emperor, which is a special courtesy given to the Yan family by the founding emperor. Although the Yan family no longer has the gold medal for avoiding death, the title of minister is still there.

In front of the case, the king of a country, who was dressed in court clothes and looked up, said in a calm voice, "Stay flat, sit down, and drink tea."

Yan Qing: "Thank you, Emperor."

I got up and sat down on the side seat, took a sip of a cup of tea that was poured on the table. For the designated imperial products, the Yan Mansion will go to the place of origin to select special offerings.

In his previous life, Yan Qing never knew why the royal family had such a large demand for this kind of medicinal material. He didn't realize until later when he entered the palace that the emperor used it to make water for drinking. He also didn't know that the emperor, who was still a prince, had no blood disputes in the palace. The root cause of the perennial cough was caused by eating chronic poison by mistake for a long time. The imperial doctors were helpless. They could not make it heal. They could only use this method and other medicines to relieve it.

Later, Wei Shuhan, who had become a general, arrested a witch doctor from a small frontier country when he pacified the border. He accidentally got a medicine and cured the emperor's illness.

At that time, the emperor came to the Wenhua Palace happily and told him about this matter, and took the prescription to tell him with emotion: "It's not as good as a little witch doctor in the frontier for many years."

After he recovered from his illness, the emperor even personally conscripted once to shake the country's prestige, and Wei Shuhan, who had made great contributions, was named the general of the town.

With her head down, Yan Qing's thoughts were spinning in her mind, and she could still feel the sharp gaze sweeping over her body.

Feng Jingyi scrutinized the case carefully before speaking again: "Yan Qing."

Yan Qing nodded: "Yes."

Feng Jingyi: "There is no need to be restrained, just raise your head and speak, every year Yan Luo enters the palace, he will always sit and drink tea with my table."

Yan Qing couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, and raised his head: "I don't blame you, Emperor Xie."

Thinking of the big brother's dissolute temperament, he might not be very strict when dealing with the emperor. In fact, he is not very nervous, but this is his first time meeting the saint in this life, so the etiquette must be thoughtful.

Feng Jingyi seemed to chuckle, got up from the desk and walked out, with a tall and slender figure, a powerful emperor's coercion, if Yan Qing hadn't gained experience in her previous life, she might be so nervous that her palms would sweat.

After a while, Feng Jingyi came over and sat down on the other side of the tea table with Yan Qing, frowned slightly and coughed, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, then softened his voice and said:

"You two brothers have very different temperaments. One is chic, the other is elegant, the other is casual, and the other knows how to take care of the overall situation."

Yan Qing didn't say a word, just listened to him silently, the emperor must know about the fact that the elder brother escaped from marriage and he married on his behalf, and he didn't know what the holy will was.

Seeing his lowered eyebrows, Feng Jingyi said again: "I heard that you married Wei Shuhan instead of Yan Luo?"

Yan Qing: "Yes."

Feng Jingyi: "Do you feel wronged?"

Yan Qing shook her head, showing a little embarrassment and considering it in a low voice:

"I don't feel wronged. Yan Qing has admired Shuhan since she was a child. My brother knows it. In order to go out and live casually, he took the opportunity to find an excuse to leave home and fulfill my wish."

No matter, in order to prevent the emperor from being suspicious, I can only say this. My brother escaped from marriage. In a shallow sense, he was dissatisfied with Wei Shuhan, and in a deep sense, he was dissatisfied with the first emperor who agreed to this marriage. Keep it as small as possible.

Although he secretly told himself to be calm, his face was still faintly hot when he said these words. If Wei Shuhan heard such words, he would not know how proud he was.

Feng Jingyi raised his eyebrows, and took a few extra glances at him: "Did something happen by mistake?"

Yan Qing nodded in acquiescence, the matter has come to this point, no matter how crooked he is, he can only act righteously, and the evil fate will turn it into a good fate.

"Your mind is exquisite and clear."

Feng Jingyi said something in an unpredictable tone, took a deep look at him, picked up the teacup and twisted it before putting it to his mouth.

Yan Qing heard what he meant, and quietly clenched the hand that was placed aside, but did not say anything in the end.

"Cough cough cough..."

When the atmosphere was getting delicate, Feng Jingyi, who put down his teacup, suddenly coughed violently, took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, Yan Qing still noticed that his face was a little pale, and his brows were furrowed as if he was enduring unspeakable pain.