She was dressed in an ordinary manner, with her hair tied casually, and she didn't even bring her palace daughter. She didn't look like she was deliberately waiting for her to favor, and she only held a plate of crabapple crisps. Her cheeks were bulging and her mouth was covered with a lot of white cream, and she had no manners at all.

When I saw him, I jumped down again.

"Emperor, Master, didn't you say you couldn't come?"

Emperor Wen of Jin was speechless. The entire palace belonged to him. Can't he take a walk in the Imperial Garden?

"Do you come here every day?"

Wei Mianmian bit her lips and nodded. After that day, she came every day.

In the first few days, I did have a hint of fantasy, and maybe I could meet the emperor by chance?

After finding nothing for several days, she no longer had hopes, but it became a habit to come to this swing every day to sit on it.

After all, there are no friends in this palace, and even Wen Chanjuan doesn’t welcome her. She is a living person and can’t just be trapped in her own yard every day. Who can say what can you say when you go out to stroll around the garden?

I never thought that after I didn't hold her at all, God would joke with her again.

Today the emperor is coming again.

Emperor Wen of Jin curled his lips. He was a little tired, but there was only one swing here to sit. So he walked over and curled his lips to Wei Mianmian, "You go there."

Wei Mianmian didn't understand, but she still moved her butt obediently. Then she felt tightening on her side, and the emperor actually sat down next to her.

Her little heart is about to jump out.

"Is it delicious?" Emperor Wen of Jin was not only tired, but also a little hungry.

As a devil, Wei Mianmian handed him a piece, "I made it myself, the emperor will try it."

Emperor Wen of Jin tasted it carefully and found that the fruit tastes fresh and different from that of the imperial kitchen.

"Why do you still cook your own food? Are the palace servants disobeying discipline?"

Wei Mianmian was confused by the emperor's strange brain circuit and waved his hand quickly, "No, no, I just love to eat, so I have been studying how to do it."

Emperor Wen of Jin was stunned and then smiled, "It's great."

The breath of the middle-aged man was right in his ears. Wei Mianmian couldn't sit still and got off the swing rack, "I'll push the swing to the emperor!"

Emperor Wen of Jin was speechless. When he was young, he had the experience of pushing a swing to his favorite concubine, but no woman had pushed it to him.

"Okay...right."

Unexpectedly, this girl was extremely powerful and pushed him to the top.

"Is it enough? If not enough, I can push it higher!"

"Enough is enough!"

When he got off the shelf, Emperor Wen of Jin almost forgot that he was a "big" patient.

As a mature monarch, these days, he has considered many things, of course, including the funeral.

What made him most anxious was who the seat was passed to.

The three sons, the eldest is not talented, the old is not virtuous, and the old is not virtuous, and the old is not young. Whoever he passes it on will inevitably bring earth-shaking turmoil to Dongqin.

This anxiety, like a shadow, and like a maggot, made him unable to relax for even a moment.

But he had forgotten about it completely just now on the swing.

This little girl seems to have a magic power that can bring him happiness and relaxation.

Better than the queen and those concubines.

They were all busy calculating him and had long lost their original intentions.

Before we knew it, most of the hour passed, and the treatment time agreed with Zhao Jiner was about to come. Emperor Wen of Jin said goodbye to Wei Mianmian, and felt a little reluctant in his heart.
Chapter completed!