In the evening, Duanmu Ding really came to keep his promise.
Standing in front of the door of the bedroom, with his hands scissors behind his back, there is no expression in his eyes.
Slightly raised his head, the plaque engraved with the Hall of Liqing has been replaced, and the plaque of the Hall of Fengqi written by him himself is hung high.
"Your Majesty!" Eunuch Yang more or less understood after following him all these years.
When he first saw Concubine Li, he was also shocked by her appearance. So no matter how much dissatisfaction others have with the emperor, he can understand it.
Who can understand better than him the loneliness of being an emperor.
"Eunuch, tell me, is it wrong for me to do this?"
Eunuch Yang froze for a moment, "In the heart of this old slave, it is right for the emperor to be happy!" He is an eunuch, a eunuch who has no desires and desires, and he treats the emperor like his son, what is more important than making his son happy.
"However, people in the world don't think so. I know they must be saying that I don't observe etiquette, marrying my brother's woman is against ethics!"
"The emperor is the emperor, what you want, it's up to the people to control!"
"Eunuch, I!"
"Your Majesty, this old slave understands. Don't worry, although Concubine Li is not a concubine, she is still kind and will not cause any disturbances. Although the empress may find trouble for her, but the old slave sees that concubine Li is still kind. Be smart, no one can bully you!"
This is true, Duanmu Ding thought of her playful appearance, and smiled knowingly.
Seeing that he smiled, Eunuch Yang heaved a sigh of relief.
"Your Majesty, let's go in. Concubine Li is in a hurry, so why not be happy?"
There is a special no-thought in the discourse.
Seeing the emperor coming in, Xiangsi went up to meet her, with a worried look on her face, "Your Majesty!"
"Where's Madam?"
Duanmu Ding didn't see Concubine Li, so he asked casually.
"Ma'am, she!"
"En?" Duanmu Ding frowned, "What's wrong with your mother?"
"In the morning, the descendant of Concubine De asked the empress to go there, and when she came back, she locked herself in the room, didn't even have dinner, and never came out!"
Duanmu Ding's eyes gradually darkened after listening to Xiangsi's words. Afraid of the chilly aura on his body, Xiangsi looked at Eunuch Yang anxiously, as if asking for help.
Eunuch Yang met her gaze and sighed slightly.
"Your Majesty, let's call the imperial doctor to take a look. After all, Concubine De is!"
Eunuch Yang's words are self-evident.
Although Duanmu Ding didn't speak, Eunuch Yang waved his hand like Xiangsi, "Xiangsi, go to the Imperial Hospital and invite Imperial Physician Jiang here!"
It's not that Eunuch Yang knows anything, but that over the years, Doctor Jiang and the emperor have always had a very close relationship, like a master like a father. Naturally, at this time, the first thing that came to mind was Doctor Jiang.
"The emperor?"
After being reminded by Eunuch Yang, Duanmu Ding got up and left towards Concubine Li's room.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Concubine Li was covered with a blanket, propping her head with one hand and closing her eyes, she seemed to be asleep.
Duanmu Ding's eyes became more and more gloomy.
Back then, she also liked to sleep like this.
Without thinking about it, she walked to the desk, looked at Concubine Li affectionately, while grinding her hands.
Spread out the snow-white drawing paper, and draw on the white paper bit by bit.
After a while, a clear outline appeared on the snow-white drawing paper.
It was a graceful woman who supported her forehead with one hand, but opened her eyes, looking forward in a daze. The ink-colored palace costumes are like haze, flowing like ink. The clothes on the side of the hand supporting the forehead gently slid down to the arm, revealing the white shoulder blades. Similarly, the sleeping woman and the woman in the painting have a flexible butterfly on their shoulders.
The woman's surroundings are full of bright camellias, completely surrounding her.
Duanmu Ding's hand holding the paintbrush became more and more forceful, as if trying to penetrate the drawing paper.
Qi Qiran looked at the gradually clear woman in the painting, he was puzzled.
Who is he painting? Is it Ali? Still Concubine Li.
Or the painting is the same person.
Suddenly, Duanmu Ding understood one thing. A thing that excited him and made him miserable at the same time.
However, it was also something he dreamed of.
"Your Majesty, is the painting finished?"
Concubine Li suddenly opened her eyes, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, softly?A weary voice sounded.
Only then did Duanmu Ding realize that she had woken up a long time ago.
"Well, the painting is finished!"
"The emperor's speed is really slow. I pretended to sleep for a long time, and I was exhausted!" I didn't forget to move my shoulders, stretched my arms, and looked tired.
"It's my fault, I made Aifei exhaust you!"
"!"
Concubine Li snorted, Duanmu Ding also sensed the ambiguity in his words, and smiled muffled.
"Ahem!"
"I want to see the painting!"
Concubine Li ran over dissatisfied, and looked down at the painting she had just finished.
"Huh!"
"What's wrong, I can't draw well?"
"Your Majesty, is that me you painted? Is it Yun Qiniang?"
Duanmu Ding was stunned. Didn't he really paint her? Even she could tell.
"Your Majesty, look, although the appearance is the same, the charm is not the same at all, and there are eyes, Camellia! Just now, the concubine obviously closed her eyes! Your Majesty, I just said what you want, the emperor did not draw me, not Yun Qi mother?"
"It looks like you, so it's you!"
"Your Majesty, Qiniang is not stupid. Qiniang has heard a lot of gossip and gossip these days after she entered the palace. They all said that the concubines were favored by the emperor because they were like the former concubine Chengcheng. Even Concubine De said the same. Yes, she showed me the portrait of Princess Dingcheng, which is the same as the one painted by the emperor, not only the appearance, but also the eyes, the charm!"
Concubine Li lowered her head in frustration, but the corners of her eyes were sly.
Duanmu Ding was also thinking about her words, so naturally he ignored it.
"Your majesty, haven't you forgotten to become a princess?"
"Concubine Li, this is not something you can ask!"
Duanmu Ding began to feel a little unhappy.
"No, why?" Concubine Li raised her head and looked directly at Duanmu Ding. "The emperor is facing Qiniang, but the painting is someone else. How can Qiniang be so embarrassing? If the emperor sees Qiniang, he thinks of becoming a princess. In the future, the emperor still doesn't want it." Look at Qiniang again.!"
"Presumptuous!"
"Your Majesty, Qiniang thought, Princess Dingcheng probably doesn't want to see the Emperor either!"
"Snapped!"
" Your Majesty?" Concubine Li covered her cheeks, looking at Duanmu Ding in disbelief.
And Duanmu Ding also fixed his arm there, looked at his aching palm, and frowned deeply.
He actually hit her?
"Concubine Li?"
"Hehe, back then, did the emperor beat her to become a princess in the same way, so she disappeared for the rest of her life and never had any contact with the emperor?" She just wanted to irritate him, and she wanted to ruthlessly uncover his scars.
This is the first time that someone told himself so clearly that he was the one who forced Ali away.
Over the years, he still couldn't believe that he really promised King Chen Rui back then to trade beauty for people.
It was me again, watching helplessly as the two of them left step by step in front of me, but I didn't leave her behind. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com