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At this moment, there was still one more person who had not fallen asleep yet, looking at the moon in the Ying Tai.

It was Zhu Yijun.

Although he had gone to the Imperial Consort Yi, he only sat down for a bit before returning to his own room.

Although there was someone taking care of the sleeping quarters, it had been a long time since someone had taken care of them and it still looked cold and deserted.

From the second floor, he could see Wang Rong and her Penglai Pavilion. At the moment, the bedroom was also dark. Wang Rong didn't like sleeping and lighting lights.

Zhu Yijun lowered his head and laughed bitterly, he had never seen Wang Rong act like this, showing off her power, being so overbearing, being so disrespectful, acting fierce, but also feeling weak inside. How afraid was she that she could not persuade him?

When had he ever let Zitong become so afraid of him?

If he had left in a fit of rage due to Wang Rong's response, perhaps he and the empress would never have returned to the situation they once thought of.

He was lucky to have felt her unhappiness, and he was glad to have felt the uncontrollable terror of her anger, the fear that he would become a fainting monarch, and that she could do nothing about it. However, he felt his heart ache at being able to sense these things.

Wang Rong He had always been indifferent and particular about methods. When she looked at him with her bright eyes, she could always make him do as she wanted.

Zhu Yijun sighed, and raised his head to look at the moon in the sky. The moon was big and round, and he could still hear the sound of the lake water lapping against the shore, and Zhu Yijun remembered that he was with Wang Rong that year, and Rong Chang was in her mother's stomach. The two of them idled around, and after the morning assembly ended, he was in a hurry to return, to find out what kind of special dishes Wang Rong had prepared for him.

Sometimes, when there were no longer any fresh dishes, Wang Rong He would look at him with a smile, making him guess which dish was personally prepared by her today. Sometimes, if he could not guess, he would look around, and a palace maid would give him hints.

After dinner, they would rest together to change Wang Rong's calligraphy style. In the afternoon, they would go fishing or have all sorts of entertainment. Even if there were only two people in Ying Tai, meeting each other day and night, they did not feel bored or empty.

Zhu Yijun thought of the past and the corner of his mouth raised into a smile. If he knew the word happiness, he would know that at this moment in time, he felt that it was happiness.

In the future, he would still need to find time to be alone with Zitong, Zhu Yijun thought.

He never thought that Zitong's body would gradually grow further and further away just because he was unable to sleep with her. However, he seemed to have missed one thing: was his intimacy with Wang Rong sufficient to prevent her from thinking too much?

Thinking about his recent life, Zhu Yijun also admitted that he was a little unrestrained. Most likely, in Wang Rong's perspective, he had already begun to move away from her. Otherwise, why would she be afraid that he would not listen to her advice?

Wang Rong was never like the others. No one would advise him to go to court for a few days a month, but she would laugh and say that his Majesty's hard work and love for his people was not reflected in the court. In Zhu Yijun's heart, Wang Rong was on the same side as him, and the whole world only stood on his side.

This closeness and special, Zhu Yijun wanted to properly protect him.

On the second day, Wang Rong and Rong Chang paid respects to Zhu Yijun. The two of them looked at each other, as if nothing had happened yesterday. Rong Chang looked at father for a long time before finally saying, "father won't go back to the Palace today, and won't go back to the Palace tomorrow either, and won't go back to the Palace the day after tomorrow either."

"How about your majesty accompany Rong Chang for a few days at the Ying Tai?" Zhu Yijun asked.

Rong Chang hugged his neck and laughed as she shouted, "Long live father."

When the two of them were together, Wang Rong knelt down in a serious manner and apologized to Zhu Yijun, "Your Majesty, I was disrespectful to you yesterday."

"Get up." Zhu Yijun laughed and said, "I want to bicker with you about the two words of disrespect. You have no idea where you should be since a long time ago."

Wang Rong He's face turned red as he tried to defend himself, "I usually know how to be polite."

"Get up and speak." Zhu Yijun said, he coughed twice, "Recently, I've been a bit dissolute."

Wang Rong He looked at him with a strange expression. Zhu Yijun said embarrassedly, "I feel that I was too careless with you before, but in the future, I will still need to frequently visit your Kunning Palace. You won't think too much."

"You still have to misunderstand me." Zhu Yijun said.

"I lost my composure when I heard that someone had died. Your Majesty, there is no need to act this way." Wang Rong He said, "Your Majesty, please assume that I drank some wine yesterday."

"I can't even compare to the entire harem's tolerance towards you. Why are you still so careful? Could it be that I am a tyrant?" Zhu Yijun asked with a bitter smile.

"It's my nature." "Women are all like that." Wang Rong added.

"I don't like you being careful of me." Zhu Yijun said.

"In that case." Wang Rong He said, "Originally, I had invited Changyang and Changning here to play mahjong, but I won't let anyone tell them not to come today."

"Play mahjong?" Zhu Yijun said, "Alright, I will come too."

Thus, the two empress and two princesses played mahjong together, and it was rare for the two of them to be so close to the emperor. Although this was Zhu Yijun's first time playing mahjong, how could the two of them dare to mess with him? "Zhu Yijun won several matches in a row.

"It's that simple." Zhu Yijun laughed and said, "It's not as difficult as chess jumping."

Wang Rong said, "Did you hear that? From this round onwards, the protection of the novices has come to an end. Be serious, otherwise, His Majesty would think that we would be infatuated with such a simple matter every day."

Amongst the four of them, Xi Yang's card skills were the highest, and she was the one who proposed to play mahjong first. Changning was a stable and healthy person, while Wang Rong He wasn't very good at cards, but his luck wasn't bad.

This mahjong, after all, had good luck, skills, and mental state, and it was meaningless to just let them fight. After a few rounds, Longevity and Changning were a little more used to it, and now that Wang Rong had recited it for them, they began to relax.

In the end, Zhu Yijun had lost, and he had won. He had lost a lot of things, but when it was time for Wang Rong to say that it was getting late, he was still a little reluctant, "Come back tomorrow."

"Your Majesty, aren't you saying that this is a simple object?" Wang Rong asked with a smile.

"To kill time." Zhu Yijun said. There's still a way in. "

After eating together, Wang Rong wanted to ask Zhu Yijun to go to the Imperial Consort Yi, so Zhu Yijun said, "We will stay here for today."

When Zhu Yijun went to wash up, she was already a little unsettled. She called Jasmine over and whispered in her ear, telling her to go to the bedroom and light the tranquil incense, "A little more." Wang Rong said.

Nutty held her hand. "Empress, don't be afraid."

Only now did Wang Rong He realize that he was trembling.

"His Majesty will not force the Empress." No disease.

Wang Rong He nodded.

He stiffly lied on the same bed as Zhu Yijun, the room had a faint fragrance, and ice basins were placed in all four corners of the room, self-pitying without any wind, "What kind of fragrance is it burning?" Zhu Yijun suddenly asked.

"The aroma of mosquito repellent." Wang Rong He said, "This grass is very deep in the water, there are too many mosquitoes."

"Yes." Zhu Yijun said. It was unknown if he detected Wang Rong He's fear and resistance, so he slept beside her without leaning too close. When Zhu Yijun held her hand, Wang Rong's heart jumped, but Zhu Yijun only held her hand in front of his chest.

"When Rong Chang was in your stomach, we often slept like this." Zhu Yijun said with his eyes closed.

Wang Rong felt her eyes grow hot. "Your majesty still remembers?"

"How could I not remember?" Zhu Yijun laughed.

Wang Rong He turned his head to look at his face. "Does Your Majesty feel happy?"

"Hmm? When do you ask? " Zhu Yijun turned to look at her.

"Did the king feel happy as he drove the cart around the imperial harem?" Wang Rong He suddenly asked.

"Seems very happy." Zhu Yijun thought about it seriously, and said, "But he doesn't seem to be that happy. "Anyway, there's nothing special about it."

"I don't know how to make His Majesty happy." Wang Rong whispered.

"A few emperors will be happy. Only you would take happiness seriously." Zhu Yijun laughed at her. Other than a naive child, who else would actually feel happy? "

"I want to be happy. I want to be happy, too." Wang Rong He said.

"Then are you happy?" Zhu Yijun asked.

"I thought I was happy." "But I felt like I had made the wrong decision."

"If you did wrong, then fix it." Zhu Yijun said, "You are the outspoken and straightforward person, it is best if it is practical. Are you not willing to change it for the sake of not giving face or for other reasons?"

Wang Rong He shook his head, "I'm just not sure if the feeling of being wrong is the right one or not. What if it's changed and you regret it even more? "

"Women, don't think too much. Just be happy." Zhu Yijun said.

Zhu Yijun stayed at the Ying Tai for a few days, and had just returned home on the day before the tenth morning assembly. Up ahead, someone had informed him that his majesty had not chosen a talent for over three years, and that it was time to gather a large number of Imperial Consort Candidate s to fill the harem.

"There's no rush." Zhu Yijun said, "There are many people in the harem now, let the citizens marry more, as for the talent competition, we can discuss about it after."

The imperial harem was arranged according to the number of people. There were twenty people a day, with different ranks, waiting on them closely. If there was any interest, he could choose one or two of them to sleep with.

Some of them also had their own talents, but they could also ask the artistes in the Faculty Division to help arrange a program or give them some pointers so that they could display their skills in front of the emperor.

He hoped to have more chances of being chosen by His Majesty and of staying to serve him.

After Zhu Yijun found out about it, he sighed at Wang Rong and thought very carefully.

Zhang Cheng only took care of His Majesty's living conditions. With all his heart, he felt that something was missing, and after checking again and again, he slapped his thigh. It had actually been a long time since he had sent a letter between his majesty and Kunning Palace.

It was really his negligence.

Although he did not understand at the time, how could there be anything to write about after eating a meal and listening to songs, it was clear that this was the emotional interaction between the Emperor and the Empress.

If he didn't write any small letters, wouldn't that be the end of their emotional interaction?

Zhang Cheng thought that this wouldn't do. His Majesty had been so unrestrained before, but after going to the Ying Tai, he returned back to the past. It could be seen that his Majesty still listened to the empress.

Besides, if His Majesty and the Empress did not write any more letters, wouldn't his messengers be of no use? There was no longer anything special about him.

Zhang Cheng found an opportunity and let Chen Ju cover for him. He went to the Ying Tai, and told Wang Rong in a very honest tone, "It has been a long time since the Empress has written a small letter to His Majesty. His Majesty had thought about it, but it is not easy to say it out loud.

Zhang Cheng accompanied him and spoke carefully.

"I heard that His Majesty only wants you to wait on him?" Wang Rong He asked, "You are now Qianqing Palace number one eunuch, how could some of you not be a waste?"

"Who cares about the number one or the other? They are all people who are in charge of taking care of His Majesty." If I can get close to you and serve you, then I won't bother to go to other places. " Zhang Cheng laughed foolishly, "Those servants of the previous dynasty did not understand, so when they told His Majesty about it, they were always worried that they might have said something wrong."

"Your Majesty trusts you very much. I hope that you will not disappoint his trust and be able to end things peacefully." Wang Rong He said.

She did not want to make things difficult for Zhang Cheng, even though she could not think of anything to write, she drew a picture of Rong Chang playing with the brush on a piece of paper.

Zhang Cheng kicked the Empress's drawing to show his Qianqing Palace, and appeared in front of the emperor happily.

"What good news did you have? "I was laughing so happily." Zhu Yijun asked.

"The Divine Martial Sect has sent a servant over, and the servant is confused. So the Empress has just created a new painting and wants to send it to His Majesty and hand it over to the servant. The servant has returned." Zhang Cheng said. He took out an envelope and handed it over to Zhu Yijun.

Zhu Yijun was a little surprised, but he thought that it was possible that what he had done in the palace was known by Zitong, which was an awkward way to show good will. The empress was particularly awkward with this matter, it's been a long time since I've written to you. " Zhu Yijun laughed faintly. He thought she really didn't care.

The old woman was unkind and jealous.

However, Zhu Yijun still felt a little disgruntled about whether he was jealous or not, as if he was not as important to his as he was to him.

How could this calm the hearts of others.

Zhu Yijun looked at the small drawing and laughed out loud, "Look at Rong Chang's calligraphy style, it looks like it's something good."

"Why are you wearing such simple clothes?" Zhu Yijun immediately frowned and said, "Tomorrow is the day that I will gift you a few pieces of silk to make clothes for Princess Rong Chang."