The emperor whispered softly and smiled gently:
"As long as Rong'er wants to, I will realize it. I promise to take you there."
Warm words, gentle smile let An Lingrong suddenly a moment, the previous life at the beginning of the lambda palace had such expectations of this man to treat themselves ah, how can this life do not care about it?
Such thoughts were only for a moment, and An Lingrong showed a sweet smile at the right time, covered his stomach and acted like a spoiled child:
"Yinzhen, you are so nice! I'm so hungry!"
The emperor saw her delicate and lovely, and listened to her rare informal coquetry, and really coaxed in love:
"Okay, let's have dinner."
"Su Peisheng"
Su Peisheng, who was waiting outside the door, responded:
"What is the emperor's order?"
The emperor was obviously in a good mood and kept holding An Lingrong's hand.
"Pass the meal!"
An Lingrong struggled with his sweaty hand, but did not struggle to move:
"Yin Zhen, I'll be seen later."
The emperor still didn't let go, and he asked jokingly:
"You are my woman, so what if others meet you?"
An Lingrong didn't speak, only seeing the redness on the white jade neck that she had been bowing her head to reveal.
The emperor let go of her hand and gently lifted the woman's face with both hands, with an unprecedented emotion in his eyes, revealing a deep affection.
"Do you know how our ancestors expressed their affection?"
He kissed her smooth white forehead in a serious tone because he was about to announce something big:
"Aixin Gioro'Yin Zhen liked a woman in this life, she was beautiful and gentle, and her name was An Shi Lingrong."
As if a shocking drum resounded through her heart, An Lingrong was stunned. It seemed that her already stable heart began to beat nervously again, and her tone trembled with the beating of her heart:
"Emperor... Yin Zhen... is it true?"
The emperor smiled, his gentle promise:
"I never lie, do you believe me?"
An Lingrong answered without thinking:
"Believe!"
The first time she looked up at the emperor seriously, she realized that she had never seen the face of the man in front of her for countless days, and only her voice and footsteps and the faint sandalwood smell on his body could distinguish him.
Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, sweet nose and thin lips, a white face without silk patterns, and a black beard, the always tough and cold momentum is like the warm spring breeze in March at this time.
"Back to the emperor, the imperial kitchen has prepared dishes according to the instructions of the little master of the jade concubine."
Su Peisheng's voice broke the warmth of the room. An Lingrong lowered his eyes first, trying to calm the disturbed mood and said:
"Yin, Yin Zhen, I'm hungry..."
Calm down, don't you know how this man treated you in his previous life?
Thinking about the experience of being used as the voice stand-in of the Pure Yuan Empress in her previous life, An Lingrong can be regarded as stabilizing her heart. After all, the Pure Yuan Empress is dead, but she is still alive in the emperor's heart and is constantly beautified by others. An Lingrong is not interested in fighting with a dead person. What she cares about is whether she will live long in the future, and she seems to be at ease if the people who are in danger have to be eliminated one by one.
The emperor no longer speaks love words. He always walks slowly into the little woman's heart little by little, looks at the closed door and says:
"Xuan"
The'creaking 'door opened, and the palace maids came in carrying dishes with delicate and light flavors. These were all made at the instructions of An Lingrong just now, and they placed the dishes on the table neatly and consistently.
Eating without words, sleeping without words is not obedient.
After waving his hand to a group of eunuchs to try and serve the palace maids, the emperor personally picked up a jade jade rose with chopsticks and put it in the Anlingrong bowl.
An Lingrong looked up, smiled and served him a bowl of silver snow fish soup.
Like a couple who have lived for many years, they pick up vegetables and serve soup to each other. The husband always wants to see his wife taste the dishes he picks, and the wife always wants to see her husband drink a mouthful of soup.
The emperor smiled back.
The night was dark, there were no stars and no moon. In the middle of the night, bursts of thunder sounded. Before An Lingrong woke up, he was hugged by a man who had always slept well behind him.
The emperor felt the fear of the little woman being awakened by lightning. For the first time, he changed his sleeping position and embraced the little woman, and comforted her lightly:
"Don't be afraid, there is me."
An Lingrong's heart suddenly quieted a little, she turned to her side and buried her head deep in her warm chest, falling asleep.
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