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Chapter 227 Meng Ru gains power

When Yuan Xiaoming saw that Meng Ru had drunk the soup, he picked up his bowl, drank it slowly with a spoonful of spoons.

I have to say that Meng Ru's craftsmanship is quite good. The soup tastes very delicious and rich. It seems that it has been stewed for a long time and all kinds of ingredients are very tasty.

She nodded with satisfaction and praised Meng Ru with a rare word: "The soup is very good, and it is not inferior to the imperial chefs in the imperial kitchen."

Meng Ru received the praise and lowered her head shyly, with a little red look on the tip of her ears, "Your Majesty is so ridiculous."

The beauty is so shy that it is really unbearable.

Su Ling looked at it and sighed in her heart. Meng Fangshi really had a good look!

Meng Ru lowered her head slightly, and just showed a piece of her graceful and fair neck. It made people feel pity for them to look up and rub it for a few times to see if it was so delicate and smooth.

Yuan Xiaoming finished the last sip of soup calmly, and a hint of humor flashed through his drooping eyes.

Meng Ru quietly looked up and saw that Yuan Xiaoming's soup had finished drinking, and reached out to take the empty bowl, "Does Your Majesty still drink it?"

Yuan Xiaoming shook his head: "No need."

As he said that, he handed over the empty bowl in his hand.

Meng Ru did not persuade him anymore, and reached out to take the bowl, put it under the food box, then covered the lid, and whispered: "Then I won't disturb Your Majesty, I'll take it back first."

Yuan Xiaoming didn't say anything, watching him walk out. When he walked to the middle of the imperial study room, he suddenly spoke out: "I think you will say something to plead for yourself this time, why did you leave like this?"

Meng Ru turned her back to Yuan Xiaoming and slowly showed a proud smile.

He stood quietly for a while before he turned around, his expression a little lonely. "I made Your Majesty unhappy last time, and after I went back, I also reflected on it. I did something wrong. Since Your Majesty allowed me to enter the palace, I should be at peace with myself. I should run to the Imperial Garden in the middle of the night, which is not true."

He raised his head and his eyes were slightly red: "If your Majesty's mood is ruined, some rumors will be heard in the palace. They are all unconsidered. I have no face to plead for him."

Yuan Xiaoming listened quietly, and his expression seemed to have not changed much, but his eyebrows and eyes softened slightly.

She said softly: "It's not in vain that you can figure it out yourself. Since you know you're wrong, be careful in your words and actions in the future."

Meng Ru knelt down respectfully, "Yes, thank you for your teachings."

Yuan Xiaoming said again: "Today's chicken soup is good, Su Ling, I have a hairpin with chalcedony in my private warehouse, so I will give it to Meng Fangshi."

Su Ling was stunned, and then immediately responded, "Yes."

Meng Ru looked at Yuan Xiaoming in surprise, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Yuan Xiaoming lowered his head and waved his hand again: "Go."

"yes."

Meng Ru retreated happily.

After he left, Su Ling looked at Yuan Xiaoming in confusion: "Why did Your Majesty suddenly treat Meng Fangshi so well?"

Yuan Xiaoming pulled the corner of his mouth, "Didn't those court officials say that it's not appropriate for me to favor Feng Jun alone? I just like their wishes, I prefer more. Meng Ru looks the most in line with my heart. I start with him. What's the problem?"

Su Ling shook her head: "No, no problem, it's just that Feng Jun is afraid that she will feel uncomfortable."

What would Feng Jun think in his heart when he was so tangled for a while, he suddenly favored someone else?

Yuan Xiaoming paused his hand with the memorial, "I will naturally make it clear to Fengjun."
Chapter completed!
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