When Chongjia swallowed his last bite of rice, Wen Wenlan's thoughts suddenly retracted. Chongjia pinched the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and his clingy arms wrapped around him again.

Wen Wenlan rubbed Chongjia's head, "The bones fell down as soon as they were full. Did you really scare you today?"

"No, how could Your Majesty scare me?" Chongjia changed his posture and rubbed Wen Wenlan's shoulders. "It was me who was so excited at that time."

Wen Wenlan narrowed his eyes and slowly slid his fingers from Chongjia's face over his chin. He pinched and raised his fingers, and felt that Chongjia's breathing was in his ears.

"Whoever wants you to run around without any trouble? Qingxin Palace is so far away from you, so you can run over." He gently rubbed his fingertips, smooth and delicate, but he was not as elastic as Zhou Mohuai's skin.

Chongjia closed his eyes comfortably, "The people from Qingxin Palace took the things I served. The servant was so angry that he passed away."

This is no different from what Chongjia said in the morning, but she never believed that it was the person from Qingxin Palace who took Chongjia's things. However, since Chongjia still said this now, the person who reported the news had to check it carefully.

Wen Wenlan didn't expect Chongjia to identify that person. Since that person knew that Chongjia had lifted the ban today, he had already arranged the person who reported the news. It seems that just surrounding Chang'an Palace is not enough, so you should start paying attention to Xingqing Palace.

"It's time to take medicine after a while." Wen Wenlan pushed Chongjia away, took the medicine bowl handed over by Buyu, raised his eyes and met Buyu's eyes, and saw him shook his head gently.

Wen Wenlan sideways and stuffs the medicine bowl into Chongjia's hand, raises his chin, and signals him to drink it himself, "The servants in your palace are not very honest. They are all focused on these strange things. They shouldn't take good care of their master."

"If it happens again, all the staff will be killed." Wen Wenlan glanced at her sideways, and cold as a sharp sword, and everyone's heads hanged down from her eyes.

"Your Majesty calms down. It's all slaves that are not worthy of your Majesty's worries. Just leave them to me." Chongjia held the medicine bowl with one hand and patted his chest with the other, "Make sure your Majesty is satisfied."

"I'm all for your own good. Since you are so sure, I won't ask anymore." Wen Wenlan patted the wrinkles on his shoulders and stood up. "Since you're done now, I'll leave first and see you next time."

"Your Majesty!" Chongjia grabbed Wen Wenlan's arm tightly, and the medicine bowl "clang" broke into several petals, and the thick black medicine juice penetrated into the thick and soft carpet little by little, scattering everywhere.

"Your Majesty, I have a headache, I have a heartache, I have a heartache, I have a discomfort." Chongjia put on the bedding and rolled on the soft couch, covering his chest and his head, like a three-year-old child.

"Hmm?" Wen Wenlan raised his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, I can't handle it well, so your Majesty should come in person." Chongjia got up and grabbed a corner of Wen Wenlan's clothes, "Is that okay?"

Wen Wenlan sat back on the soft couch, gently wiped off the wetness of Chongjia's eyes, "How old is he still acting cute? I have helped you get this done. What should I do if others follow you in the future?"

Chongjia turned over and lay quietly on Wen Wenlan's lap, "This is the favor that Your Majesty has given to me, and I will cherish it."

Liang Chongjia didn't dare to be so arrogant anymore. Wen Wenlan nodded, gave Buyu a look, and made a secret gesture. The servants in Yuguang Palace changed a group of people.

In order to ensure that the Huangwei enters the Yuguang Hall smoothly, Wen Wenlan stayed with Chong Jia for a while and knew that he would leave until the second update.

"Your Majesty, it's not worth it to stay in Yuguang Palace for such a long time for a trivial matter."

The night was dark and the wind was cold. I called Yu to wait outside the Yuguang Palace early. Seeing Wen Wenlan leaning against Yu and catching up with his eyes half open and half closed, the dark palace lanterns disappeared.

"I thought I could know something from Chongjia's mouth, but I didn't know that he was so confused." Wen Wenlan moved his body and tilted his head to the other side, "He really can't survive without me. This must be changed."

"This is the honor of His Highness Chongjia." He murmured softly, "Your Majesty, don't forget that there are still people waiting in Jinluan Hall."

"Yeah." Wen Wenlan said softly, "He should be lying on the dragon bed now."

Busy's pupils shrank, he lowered his head slightly, buried his face in the shadow, and no one could see his expression.

"It probably is."

Back to Jinluan Palace, staying until after bathing and changing clothes, Wen Wenlan draped her long hair and only wore a light blue silk robe and entered the bedroom, but found that the dragon bed with the bedding was empty and there was not even a figure.

"Where are people?"
Chapter completed!