Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

Hibiscus Garden.

"His Majesty--"

Leaning at the door is a woman in palace attire, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a crabapple flower loosely inserted on her temples, with the early morning moisture, it is beautiful and delicate.

She bowed to Murong Shu, "Can Your Majesty have breakfast?"

Murong Shu took her hand and helped her up, "I've used it before...Why are you waiting at the door, it's such a cold day, and you don't wear thick clothes?"

His words were reproaches, but Liu Meiren was not afraid.Let go of his hand, pulled the skirt and turned it around, "The silk weaving workshop sent a new skirt, saying that it is the most popular style in Jiangnan! Your Majesty, look~"

She pointed to the pieces of embroidered flowers on the hem of the skirt, "This is embroidered with pear blossoms, even the concubines can smell the fragrance~"

"It's beautiful! It's beautiful!"

The little emperor smiled and nodded, beckoning someone to hand over the stove to the woman, "To the embroiderer in the silk weaving workshop!"

"Your Majesty! Let the concubines come!"

The woman put down the hand stove and came over to ease off the cloak for Murong, her tone was brisk, "If the concubine also puts on the cloak, Your Majesty won't be able to see the concubine's new skirt at a glance!"

She tightly covered Murong Shu's hands, put them to her lips and blew, and said with distress: "It's getting colder and colder today, yet His Majesty still woke up so early! Look at this hand, it's still icy cold! "

"I'm fine."

Murong Shu smiled, "Li Wenzhong, let them all retreat."

"His Majesty……"

Liu Meiren dragged Murong Shu into the room, seeing that everyone had retreated, and Eunuch Li was guarding the door, so she whispered: "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

Murong Shu shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed, "I just feel cold."

"Your Majesty, take a break."

Liu Meiren took off his shoes, socks and jacket for him, and then sent the soup lady who had prepared early in the morning to Murong Shu's arms, covered him with a brocade quilt, and sat beside him.

"The poison on His Majesty's body still can't be cured, and the concubine feels uncomfortable seeing it."

Murong Shu let out a long breath, "At least it's not a fatal poison."

He glanced at the distressed woman, "It's okay, Jinniang, I don't mind."

The woman who was called Jin Niang pursed her lips, her eyes filled with tears, "The poisoner has such vicious intentions...Your Majesty is still so young..."

"Don't mention this,"

Murong Shu patted her hand, "How about the things I asked you to prepare?"

Jinniang wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, got up, went to the box on the dressing table, took out a piece of paper, and handed it over.

"These are some of the more outstanding officials in Qiuwei. It is also possible to get rid of those who write lyrics and Fu and talk about impracticalities, and get rid of those who are involved with the Pei Party and the Guard Party and can be used. That's all."

"Your Majesty..." Jinniang hesitated to speak.

Murong Shu raised his eyes to look at her, and said clearly: "Jinniang wants to ask, why don't you even believe those who are related to the Wei family, aside from the people who talk about Pei Que?"

Jinniang nodded, "Old Duke Wei has resigned, and now the helm of the Wei family is Mr. Wei Yang. Mr. Wei and His Majesty have known each other since childhood, and he is also His Majesty's Taifu...

Even so, does His Majesty not believe in the Wei family? "

She still didn't say a few words, even if His Majesty didn't say anything, and Mrs. Wei didn't say anything, she could still see that there was such an unusual affection between these two people.