I was holding the candied fruit that the emperor had just rewarded, and I was blocked by Concubine Shu in the imperial garden. She stepped on the hem of my skirt and sneered: "Isn't the Queen's nail polish not even able to turn over the memorial?" Before I finished speaking, I fell into the rockery pile with an "ouch", and what rolled out of my arms was not the palace rules manual, but the candied plums that the emperor secretly stuffed into me this morning - the oil paper bag still had his flamboyant comments: "The recipe for sour plum soup has been changed three times, and the baby said it was too sweet."
"Who told you to make the Queen cry?" The black dragon robe swept over the fallen leaves, and the Emperor picked up Concubine Shu's jewel-encrusted shoes, and a bug fell out of the heel. When he knelt down to rub my knees, the bright yellow cuffs slipped off to reveal teeth marks - that was the "evidence" of my bite last month while pretending to cry. Suddenly from the side hall, the eunuch shouted: "Your Majesty, the glutinous rice dumplings from Jiangnan have arrived!"
I immediately forgot about the pain in my legs and rushed over, but I found dark patterns on the bottom of the jade bowl handed over by the emperor - it was the lost navigation chart of my mother's family. He wiped the icing on the corner of my mouth and suddenly leaned close to my ear: "Do you know why every time you 'accidentally' knock over the memorial, I ask you to seal it with rouge?" There was fine snow outside the window, and in the secret pocket under his cloak, half of the candied fruit wrapping paper with "Japanese Pirate Stronghold" written on it that I had "conveniently" stuffed was exposed - This soft girl queen, who was pampered by the whole palace like a glutinous rice dumpling, had already used coquettish sugar-coating to roll the secret military intelligence into a pearl in the palm of the emperor's hand.
