Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 260 Fall Out of Favor
This is the case in winter, making people reluctant to leave the bed.

Not only students like this, but also her teacher.

What's more, I don't have to go to class now. Although I am thinking about doing something, I am much more lazy than before.

Ying Yu smiled and asked someone to change his clothes.

Although he has never stayed in the harem, everyone has his clothes for the four seasons in the palace.

But the queen's here is more comprehensive, after all, the two of them have to go out of the palace from time to time.

Never lack equipment.

Those who came to the palace these days found that the queen's requirements for clothes are not very high. As long as the color matching is harmonious, whether it is a cute or plain series, she is fine.

So everyone prepared a lot of different styles as if they were obsessed with the Queen of Miracle.

The red jacket skirt on the lower body is embroidered with a few white plum blossoms, while the upper jacket is embroidered with a few red plum blossoms in white, and there is also a red main body but a white fringe hanging from it.

There is a circle of plush around the cuffs and neckline, with a few pearls hanging down.

She is in a good mood today, always smiling, her bright eyes are like a crescent moon.

The sun is as bright as the morning glow, and the glow is as bright as a flower coming out of Hongbo.

Whether it's the embroidered lady or the palace people, they are very good at coming.

Ying Yu was wearing a red round-neck gown, and the outside was made of white gauze.

It won't look flimsy when worn together, and won't be too showy.

There are also pearls hanging on the leather belt, and a few red plum flowers are also embroidered on the cloth of the outer bag.

Xuan Ning was a little apprehensive, His Majesty didn't wear such clothes much after he ascended the throne.

Thought he might lose his temper.

Unexpectedly, he just frowned and looked at his clothes, and then at the queen's clothes.

Just honestly let others change it for him, with some smiles.

The two people wear the same color system of clothes and the same key elements.

The emperor looked at the queen affectionately, like a pair of lovers.

"It's time to eat." Han Zhiyu was only thinking about cooking, and didn't pay attention to what he was wearing at all.

Ying Yu followed with a helpless face: "Are there any widows you have prepared?"

Han Zhiyu nodded: "There must be, at worst I will give you all of mine."

When the two of them were half full, they stopped at the same time, and even looked at each other and smiled.

Everyone was a little strange at first.

As a result, they understood when they left the palace and went to the street.

It is full of the sound of hawking, all kinds of snacks.

In the winter morning, it is steaming and fragrant.

"Stop." The queen called to stop the carriage, and then looked at the emperor.

Ying Yu stood up pretending to be helpless, stretched out his hand to help her down, and went straight to the side of the road.

"Are we about to fall out of favor?" Lingyun looked at the attentive emperor, and his sense of crisis suddenly soared.

Jing Huan also nodded solemnly.

The two of them squeezed together to Han Zhiyu's side, booing and inquiring.

Han Zhiyu only felt that she was a sick person, being served like a star.

Before leaving, the owner of the early shop gave her an extra sesame seed cake.

She said to the shopkeeper next door in a sympathetic tone: "Such a beautiful girl, she is very well-behaved. It's a pity that she is not in good health."

Han Zhiyu, who was already walking towards the carriage, slipped involuntarily when she heard these words.

When they arrived at the small courtyard mentioned by the emperor, Han Zhiyu almost lost his mind.

The small courtyard she imagined would be three-entry at most.

As a result, people said it was five-in.

Hasty, forgetting that his home is in the palace.

From the beginning to the end, it is the kind that can take a day.

It's not a small house by comparison.

Han Zhiyu suppressed the sour feeling of being a lemon essence, and asked, "Where is the thing?"

(End of this chapter)