"Is my concubine so poor?" Luo Chengjing asked funnyly.

Lu Wanning shook his head, "I'm not poor, after all, I'm not bad at money."

She didn't really want to cry out to the emperor. After explaining, she looked at the sachet in Luo Chengjing's hand and said tentatively: "Since the emperor thinks this sachet is good, then... I will help the emperor put it on and try it out?"

Luo Chengjing nodded, so Lu Wanning lowered his head and took off the sachet that Luo Chengjing originally carried, and then put on the one he made.

After putting on the sachet, Lu Wanning took a step back, admired it, and nodded with satisfaction, "It looks okay, not ugly."

Luo Chengjing was speechless for a moment, then said: "My beloved, do you only use the word "not ugly" to describe the things you made with your own hands?"

Lu Wanning said matter-of-factly: "Because I am self-aware. My craftsmanship is far inferior to that of the embroiderers in the palace. Compared with what the emperor is used to, it is good to be able to make it not ugly."

"My beloved concubine is really..."

While the two were talking, dinner was delivered.

According to Lu Wanning's grade, the daily meal standard is four dishes and one soup. Today, the emperor is dining in Linglong Pavilion. Of course, the people in the dining room cannot prepare according to Lu Wanning's past meal standards.

The meals were served to the table one after another. Although it was not an exaggeration to fill the entire table, it was still very rich. There were also several dishes that Lu Wanning liked to eat on weekdays.

Luo Chengjing saw Lu Wanning's eyes shining as she looked at the food on the table, smiled slightly, and said, "The crabs and shrimps should be made with chrysanthemum stuffing to match."

Lian Yongwang, who was on the side, heard this and immediately said: "What the emperor said is that I will ask someone to get the best chrysanthemum brew."

Luo Chengjing nodded, and soon, a young eunuch came over with a chrysanthemum brew, and Qingzhi and others also prepared the cups with a look.

Lu Wanning likes to eat shrimps and crabs, and with the good chrysanthemum stuffing to go with it, she was particularly happy with this meal.

The chrysanthemum wine tastes sweet and sweet, and Lu Wanning likes it very much. Most of the pot of chrysanthemum wine went into Lu Wanning's stomach.

It's not that Lu Wanning is greedy for cups, but that Lian Yongwang is too attentive. As soon as Lu Wanning's cup is empty, he will immediately come over to refill it for her.

Lu Wanning was not drunk, but she had fair skin and would blush even after drinking a little wine. After drinking most of the pot of chrysanthemum wine, her cheeks were already blushing.

"Is my concubine drunk?" Luo Chengjing looked at Lu Wanning's appearance and asked.

Lu Wanning shook his head, "No."

"Really?" Luo Chengjing said: "Since my concubine is not drunk, then my concubine should accompany me for a walk to refresh herself."

She didn't know if Lu Wanning was overthinking it, but she felt like she could hear a hint of regret in Luo Chengjing's tone.

While walking slowly with Luo Chengjing in the small courtyard of Linglong Pavilion, Lu Wanning was still thinking about this issue in her mind.

The more she thought about Lu Wanning, the more she realized that she might not be overthinking it. Lian Yongwang could wait by Luo Chengjing's side, so he must have a very good idea of ​​Luo Chengjing's thoughts. He poured himself wine so diligently during the meal, maybe he could tell.

Luo Chengjing's thoughts.

In this case, is it too late for her to start pretending to be drunk?

After thinking about it, Lu Wanning gave up the idea of ​​pretending to be drunk.

However, even if Lu Wanning was not drunk, Luo Chengjing was still very satisfied with the night.

In the morning, when he left Linglong Pavilion, Lu Wanning did not get up again.

Although Luo Chengjing told Qingzhi and the others as usual when he left, not to disturb Lu Wanning to rest. If Lu Wanning had not gotten up when it was time to pay her respects to the queen, there would be no need to go and pay her respects today.

But Qingzhi and the others saw that it was almost time to pay their respects to the queen, and Lu Wanning had not yet woken up. Qingzhi and Qingdai decided to wake up Lu Wanning after discussion.

After all, Lu Wanning is their master, and Lu Wanning's wishes are what they should follow.

In the past, the emperor also said that they would be exempted from paying greetings to their master, but the master insisted on going. Today, the master was not awake, and they were not sure whether he wanted to go and pay greetings.

When Lu Wanning was woken up by Qingzhi softly, she was stunned for a moment before asking in a hoarse voice: "What time is it?"

"Master, it's already been two quarters." Qingzhi said: "When the emperor left, he asked the slaves not to wake up the master. He said that if the master is not awake, there is no need to go over to say hello today. Master, do you want to get up now to say hello to the queen?

"

Lu Wanning nodded to Qingzhi and said: "You have done a good job. Remember to wake me up next time and help me wash up. After washing up, we will go to pay tribute to the Queen."

Qingzhi and Qingdai quickly helped Lu Wanning wash up, and then Lu Wanning went to pay her respects to the Queen.

After saying goodbye, when Lu Wanning left, she found that An Bin had stayed in Fengyi Palace again.

Ever since the Emperor's birthday banquet, Concubine An had stayed alone in Fengyi Palace to talk to the Queen after paying her respects for four consecutive days.

Although in the past, Concubine An clearly stood on the Queen's side and followed the Queen's lead, but she did not stay in the Queen's Fengyi Palace all day like now.

This kind of behavior is really strange now.

However, everyone in the palace has their own little thoughts, and as long as those little thoughts are not for her, she doesn't have to make everyone's little thoughts clear.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and Lu Wanning was sitting on the porch lazily basking in the sun. Zhou Man, who didn't know where he went, came back from outside, walked up to Lu Wanning, and said: "Master, I just heard about the needlework bureau from outside.

There was an embroiderer here who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well last night."

Lu Wanning's expression changed slightly when he heard this, "Suicide?"

"Yeah." Zhou Man nodded, "I heard that a suicide note left by her was found in her room, and judging from the traces at the scene, she did commit suicide."

Lu Wanning sneered, "Who would commit suicide for no reason?"

Zhou Mandao: "What the master said is that although the embroiderer said in her suicide note that she decided to commit suicide after being fed up with the boring life of the embroiderer who kept needles in her hands from morning to night every day, I think it is unlikely."

I'm afraid it's true that the embroiderer committed suicide, but it's unclear whether she committed suicide because she really didn't want to live, or whether she committed suicide because she was forced to do so.

In Feiyu Palace, Wen Zhaoyi, who knew the news earlier than Lu Wanning, was lying on the bed with an ugly face and losing her temper, "If you don't commit suicide sooner or later, you can't stand the life of Xiu Niang and commit suicide at this time. If you want to say

There’s no one behind her, so even a fool wouldn’t believe her!”

After returning from the banquet that day, Wen Zhaoyi was recovering from her injuries while asking someone to find out which part of the pair of shoes had gone wrong.
Chapter completed!