Jisuo hesitated a little and replied, "tell the king that XIAOTANGZI hasn't come again."

"Yes."

What is Ning Lan doing now? Have you slept yet? Let's go to the sky palace! Thinking about it, Hanming put down the tea lamp in his hand, stood up from his seat, took a few steps, looked back at the memorials, and said to Gizo, "send those memorials that have not been reviewed to the sky palace."

"Yes, your majesty." before giso's voice fell, Han Ming's figure had stepped out of the imperial study.

Out of the imperial study, a cool autumn wind blew across his face. Han Ming in the troubled melancholy looked deep. He had already run out of grain in the National Treasury after a series of wars. This year, he caught up with a drought that was rare in ten years, so he had to worry a lot.

At the gate of the sky palace, Han Ming glanced at the bodyguard outside the sky palace. He was silent for a while and said, "you all step back! You won't watch the princess from tomorrow."

"Yes, your majesty."

Walking into the sky palace, he held back the crowd. Han Ming, who was standing at the door of the bedroom, watched Ning Lan sitting in front of the bookcase in the bedroom, reading with her head down. A faint smile crossed the corner of her lips and strode in.

Hanming went to the book case and asked curiously, "what book are you reading so fascinated?"

Ning Lan raised her red eyes and looked at Han Ming. She was silent for a while and didn't speak.

Han Ming looked at Ning Lan with his eyes down, and then at the book "Han Shi waizhuan" that Ning Lan was staring at. He was a little overwhelmed for a moment. She had never been so vulnerable to his influence. After a moment of silence, he asked stiffly, "Why are you... Crying?"

Ning Lan shook her head lightly, "some are... Some are reading for a long time, tired eyes."

Han Ming glanced at Ning Lan's closed book and asked, "is it because of the sadness of the wind tree and the desire to start a family?"

Ning Lan looked up at Han Ming again. Under Han Ming's burning eyes, she nodded and shook her head. "It's sad to see the sentence 'the husband tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the son wants to raise but the family doesn't wait'." Han Ming frowned and opened his mouth to stop talking. Looking at Ning Lan's sad face, she felt a pain in her heart.