Song Zhao is not a heartless person.
She just doesn't want to have any emotional entanglements with mortals.
When Li Shi first entered the palace, he was as innocent as Chu Chang?
It can be seen that people's hearts are good and evil in black and white, and the fingers can change in an instant.
It's ridiculous that demons talk about love with people.
With Song Zhao's company, Chu Chang was relieved and soon fell asleep.
Back in his room, Song Zhao plans to wash and sleep early.
As soon as Tang Xin got hot water, he heard the bustle outside the palace.
Song Zhao closes his eyes and looks from afar. He sees Yuanmu's driving outside the Zhuxia Palace, heading towards the east side hall.
She calmly told Tang Xin, "Go and lock the door of the bedroom."
Just after the door was locked, I heard knocking at the door
Song Zhao's voice was vague and lazy. "I'll sleep and ask the emperor to come back some other day."
"Well... The emperor is waiting outside, sir..."
"It's very dark at night. Please protect your father-in-law when he sends the emperor back to the palace. Don't let the emperor get cold."
After a moment of silence outside the door, Yuanmu's voice sounded, "Sir Song, open the door, it's me."
Song Zhaotou did not lift his head either. While peeling the melon seeds, he replied, "Your Majesty, my concubines have already rested because they are unwell. It is not suitable to face a saint today."
"What's wrong? But the condition has been repeated?" Yuan Mu said in a somewhat anxious tone, "I will send the imperial physician to treat you immediately."
"Don't bother the emperor. I don't know if it's my concubine's' faint cold '. The emperor should go back to the palace quickly. Otherwise, you will be guilty if you stand in front of my concubine's room for a long time."
Song Zhao's words clearly mean to be good for Yuan Mu, but from her words, the coquettish tone is clearly complaining.
He complained that he had been ill for a month, but Yuanmu had never seen her once.
Yuanmu is not stupid.
He valued his body more than anything else. He asked Song Zhao to go to bed and look for her in Song Zhao Palace. He had asked the imperial physician in advance and would only do it if he was sure of nothing.
He knew that Song Zhao was playing with himself, but he was not angry. "But I am angry that you have been ill for a long time and have not come to see you?"
"How dare I? I am ill and unlucky. It would be a sin to implicate the emperor again."
"I know you are angry with me. I was busy in the past few days, and my concubine was in labor, which made me tired physically and mentally. I ignored you for a while. It's not my fault."
Hearing Yuanmu's words, the eunuch Qiao Hai was shocked beyond measure.
He had not seen Yuanmu speak softly to a woman for a long time.
After coaxing and persuading, Song Zhao should also open the door.
But she doesn't.
"Why is there something wrong with the emperor? You are the Son of Heaven, why is there something wrong with the Son of Heaven? You misunderstood me. I didn't blame you, but I am really uncomfortable today. I am sick and haggard. I haven't seen the emperor for a month, and naturally I want to show my best side to the emperor."
Qiao Hai could not listen anymore, "Song Guiren! There has never been such a thing in the palace! You didn't even see the emperor when he came to your palace gate, you are really......"
"Silence!" Yuan Mu scolded Qiao Hai and shouted at Song Zhaorou across the door, "OK, I'll go back first. You can have a rest. I'll see you tomorrow."
This is the first time Yuanmu has been denied access by his empress.
On the way back to the palace, he thought over and over again, but he didn't realize that Song Zhao was rude. Instead, he thought that she was straightforward, lovely and different.
The more she refused to see herself, the more she missed her and couldn't sleep at night.