La pluie printanière est comme du vin, les saules comme de la fumée

Chapitre 137

She said lazily, "Great Physician Li Ge, when are you planning to come down?"

"Hehe..." Li Ge chuckled softly.

A flash of white appeared before their eyes, and a white figure flipped down from the beam, settling comfortably on the chaise lounge. "Woman, even without martial arts skills, you can still sense them. Impressive, impressive."

Qingyun's eyes flickered slightly. She pursed her lips and said, "I already said that Lige has the scent of pear blossoms on her, so of course I can smell it." Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she blinked and clung to Lige. "Lige, I heard that you became the first imperial physician of Fengxi."

Li Ge raised an eyebrow. "Is that not allowed?"

"Li Ge, entering the palace will be very troublesome. Once the month of doing good deeds arrives, you won't be able to leave."

Li Ge smiled and replied, "I have made an agreement with the Emperor. I can become a royal physician, but I must have the freedom to leave the palace, and I must leave the palace for one month every year."

"Oh, oh." Qingyun blinked in surprise. "Situ Xingyun actually agreed?"

Li Ge nodded.

"Wow! Situ Xingyun has definitely changed his ways!"

Suddenly, Li Ge frowned and said with displeasure, "Woman, you're heavy! Let go of me now!"

"don't want!"

"You're so heavy! You're crushing me!"

"No means no!"

Volume 3: Truth and Falsehood, Palace Turmoil, Reunion with Old Friends (Part 2)

At this moment, Li Ge sighed, "Sigh! Fine, if you won't let go..."

Qingyun narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Would Li Gehui really be so easy to talk to?

“I was planning to give you a gift…” Li Ge shrugged, “but since you won’t let go, I won’t be able to give you that gift…”

Qingyun fluttered her eyelashes, her eyes sparkling. She quickly let go of her hand and asked joyfully, "What gift? What gift?"

Seeing the expectation in Qingyun's eyes, Lige smiled slightly and said mysteriously, "A gift that will surprise you."

Qingyun blinked and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, her face turned pale, and she quickly jumped off the chaise lounge, then retreated to a pillar. "Li Ge! I don't want that gift anymore!"

Qingyun recalled a time when Li Ge had said he would give her a mysterious gift with a similar expression, and that gift made her write a book for a whole month!

Seeing her horrified expression, Li Ge knew she was thinking of the gift from back then. He smiled and said, "This gift will definitely make you happy for a long time. You'll love it."

Upon hearing this, Qingyun returned to the chaise lounge.

"Guess what it is?"

Qingyun frowned, then tugged at Lige's hand and said coquettishly, "I really can't guess. Lige, tell me!"

Li Ge smiled but remained silent, still looking mysterious.

At that moment, a sly glint flashed in Qingyun's eyes. With lightning speed, she kissed Lige's fair cheek, then said with a grin, "I also gave you a gift. Now you should tell me!"

Li Ge blushed slightly. He glanced helplessly at Qing Yun and clapped his hands, saying, "Qingyi, come in!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a slender figure in green slowly walked in.

Qingyi looked at the two people sitting on the chaise lounge and a cheerful smile appeared on her lips.

She slightly bent her knees and said softly, "Princess, Young Master Li Ge."

When Qingyun heard Lige's words, she was first taken aback, but when she saw the familiar figure slowly approaching, a joyful smile bloomed on Qingyun's face. She kissed Lige deeply on the cheek, then rushed to Qingyi, calling out, "Qingyi, I missed you so much!"

Qingyi smiled and said, "Qingyi also misses the princess very much."

Li Ge's face flushed red again, like the setting sun at dusk. He stared at Qing Yun, who was beaming with joy, and said helplessly, "This woman is really..."

At this point, Li Ge couldn't think of any words to describe her, so he could only smile faintly.

The somber mood brought by the Empress Dowager was swept away in the Snow Palace, replaced by laughter and joy.

Butterfly Palace.

"Your Highness, Zixing only just realized that Princess Xiangxue was actually Empress Wenshu! No wonder she looked so familiar before, it turns out it was her!"

With a "smack," a bright red handprint appeared on Zixing's face.

"What Empress Wenshu?! Your mistress is the true Empress! That one is nothing but a fake princess!" Shuangdie shouted angrily. Suddenly, a smug glint flashed in her silver eyes, and she burst into laughter: "Soon, I will be the Empress! Hahahaha!"

Zixing sniffed and immediately replied obediently, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Pilgrimage Hall.

Situ Xingyun was attending the morning court session, looking at a memorial with a gloomy expression.

A moment of silence fell over the hall.

The officials looked at Situ Xingyun with some tension. Ever since the Minister of Works presented his memorial, the Emperor's face had been gloomy. Now, the entire hall seemed shrouded in dark clouds, as if a storm would break at the slightest sound.

Everyone watched Situ Xingyun's expression with trepidation.

After a long while, with a "smack," the memorial was immediately slammed to the ground. Situ Xingyun said, "According to the rules of this dynasty, no member of the Fengxi royal family may marry within six months after the Empress Dowager's passing."

Lord Sikong retorted, "Your Majesty, establishing an empress is not a matter of marriage. Moreover, the Empress Dowager's spirit in heaven also hopes that the Imperial Concubine can become the Empress of Fengxi and govern the country together with Your Majesty."