C202 (1/2)

Rong'er was a wise man who learned to cook soup, while the king praised the beautiful woman with a smile.

The officials of the Manchu dynasty were incompetent and determined to withdraw the donation.

It had been a year since the earthquake, and the aftershocks from the earthquake had left no signs of stopping. At first, everyone had ran outside in panic, but now, they were too lazy to run. The two children weren't tired of it either, quickly pulling Rong'er with them as they ran out.

”Mistress, aren't you going to hide?” As Xiaoqing spoke, the room also stopped shaking.

”What are you dodging for? It's so shocking, you're all used to it.” Rong'er sighed. ”This earthquake has shaken the world for a year. Countless citizens have died, and the emperor is a lot more worried. After the collapse of the houses, the aftermath of the disaster is a serious illness, and the plague has ravaged. I see that the emperor has become much more haggard.”

”Isn't that so? Your servant isn't smiling as much as before as she looked at the emperor.” Little Qing sighed as she replied.

”Mm. I haven't seen the emperor for a few days, so my heart is tight with worry. In a bit, I'll personally make some soup. You send someone to deliver it to the emperor.” One day, when she was in a sudden mood, she liked to make the soup herself, using the nourishing ingredients bestowed by the emperor. Sometimes, she would ask Imperial Physician Li for some nourishing prescriptions, and make them up for Rong's and Prince Zhi's consumption. Of course, she would give them to the emperor to drink as well.

In fact, Xuan Ye sometimes didn't necessarily eat the food they sent to Xuan Ye because the emperor had the body of a dragon and not everyone gave it to the emperor. If the emperor didn't want it, the eunuchs of the palace would sometimes just go back or throw it away, and if the emperor didn't want it, then he would have to go through a series of tests to get it back to Xuan Ye. Fortunately, the things that Rong'er sent over never came back.

Xuan Ye turned over Rong'er's cards, and after dinner, the steward came to his room to serve him. Rong'er had probably not seen Xuan Ye for six or seven days, so when he entered Xuan Ye's chamber at the Dry and Clear Palace, he saw that Xuan Ye's face was full of fatigue. His eyes were narrowed as he leaned against the warm brick bed, as if he was asleep.

But every time she saw Xuan Ye, she would still feel very warm, and thinking about the many things that Xuan Ye had done for her, she would always feel sweet in her heart. It was a pity that he was the emperor, and he couldn't just go to her side when she was thinking about him. She hadn't seen him for six or seven days, and in the end, she still missed him. She wanted to wake him up, but she didn't want to disturb him.

It was already July, and the weather was very hot. Rong'er hurriedly walked out of the room, and ordered the palace guards to send some ice cubes back, returning to the house and walking to Xuan Ye's side. He wanted to use a handkerchief to lightly wipe the sweat off Xuan Ye's forehead, but just as he leaned over, Xuan Ye suddenly opened his eyes, causing Rong'er to jump in fright.

Xuan Ye laughed loudly. ”You sneaked up on me, saying that I was frightening you.”

”How could I have sneakily touched it?” Rong'er smiled embarrassedly, ”Chenqie saw that there was sweat on the emperor's forehead and wanted to wipe it off for you.”

Xuan Ye gently grabbed Rong'er's hand and pulled her to sit beside him. ”Actually, as soon as you entered the door, I knew that I was really too tired. I waited for you to enter the door, and smelled the familiar scent on your body. I actually felt that my heart was very wide. I unknowingly fell asleep.”