The emperor did not live in Tishuntang, but moved to the next door. A new arrival came on the same day. When he and the nobles entered the door, they saw that Long live the Lord sitting cross-legged on the dragon bed, with the Jingyan'er hanging down from the bed just in front of him, covering most of his face.

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He and the noble lady came forward to say hello, then stepped aside and waited with bated breath. The emperor had always been indifferent. Although she had attended the bedchamber before, it was only for business matters. Her mind was far away, and even when she was face to face, she still looked at the sea across the mountain. A concubine without honor and favor,

You must be cautious in front of your master, and you are not allowed to strike up a conversation without asking questions. This is the rule.

The emperor looked over and saw that she was wearing a long coat with gold embroidery all over the snow, a white cotton skirt with dark patterns underneath, and a circle of white fox fur around the collar. Her face was pure and elegant. It was her first time walking in the palace, and she wrung her ten fingers.

He stood there with his head timidly, reminding him of the way he used to stand in front of the cave.

He sighed slightly and looked away. He pointed to the armchair beside him and said, "Sit down and talk."

He Guiren was surprised. The master didn't speak much in the past two times, but now he seemed to be planning to talk? She responded and leaned down to sit down. She always felt that something was unusual. She had a low status and was still called a palace. It was really

It's beyond expectations.

The emperor moved his position and leaned on the big pillow at the head of the bed. He said with half-lidded eyes, "The foreign envoys brought some foreign gadgets. Later I will ask someone to send them to your palace so that you can see them."

He Guiren was flattered and hurriedly stood up and squatted down, "I thank you, Master, for your reward!"

The emperor pressed his hand and said, "Don't hold yourself back, you are not an outsider."

This sentence warmed the heart of the mistress. She burned incense and prayed to Buddha every day in vain. She was so pious. Mistress took a trip to Rehe and the first one who turned over her sign when he came back would be rewarded. She had always been in awe of him in her heart.

, She was so gentle now, and she never dreamed that such a day would come. She looked up with a blushing face, and saw that the emperor was leaning on the bright yellow curtain, his eyebrows were sparse, but his red lips and white teeth were really rare!

She murmured, "The master treats the slave like this, and the slave is grateful to the master."

He hummed, "What's your maiden name?"

He Guiren pursed his lips and smiled and said, "My name is Yan Yan, the fragrance of a branch of rich dew."

The emperor clapped his hands lightly and said, "It's a good name, but some of it doesn't fit the person. It's so bright and beautiful, like a peony flower. I think you should be compared to an orchid, quiet and leisurely. What's rare is that calmness." He rested his hand on his pillow.

On the back of my head, I let out a long sigh, "I've been sitting here for so long that I don't know the fragrance is in the room. When I open the window, there are butterflies flying in!"

He Guiren was almost shocked. The emperor praised her in this way, which was both happy and frightening. She couldn't figure out, well, why are things so different today? She blushed and bowed in her seat, "Master, you are so generous.

It’s really shortening my slave’s life.”

The emperor disagreed, paused and asked again, "Your Ama is Alhatu, the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou? He has governed Yunnan and Guizhou very well in the past two years, and I value him in my heart. I asked the people below first, and then I found out that Shenji Camp Qi Buchen

He's your brother. I fought against him in Cinder Alley before Yu Ji. He has good kung fu and is a talented person. My family has a strong foundation, and it is also a benefit to make a living in the palace..."

Her brother Ama was involved here, and the noble man didn't know what he was going to do. He stood up in shock and said at a loss, "My brother Ama, my servant, has devoted himself to the court and is loyal to his master. My slave Ama Changjun is worried about the humiliation of his ministers."

, the king humiliates his ministers to death, and there is nothing he does that does not put the court first, I ask my master for a clear lesson."

She was afraid that the emperor would bring bad luck to her natal family, so after all, he suddenly changed his attitude and made a scene. It was not like he was going to sleep with someone else, but rather like he was asking about the family's fortune.

The emperor smiled and said, "Look, I scare you! Come here."

He Guixin walked over in fear and knelt down on the footboard in front of the dragon bed. The emperor stretched out his hands, and she quickly put them into his palms. He rubbed them carefully, "What a pair of skillful hands! Can you write?"

He Guiren saw that he didn't look like he was going to fall out, so he put his heart back in his stomach and said calmly, "To tell you what my master is saying, I have learned it at home. I don't know how to master the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I have a touch of it."

There was joy on the emperor's face, "Can you draw a mouse getting married?" Seeing the stunned look on the noble man's face, he asked again, "What about the grasshopper and cabbage?"

He Guiren was so ashamed, what is this mess? She was slapped in the face when she had barely touched it. When she was studying painting, she practiced landscapes, flowers and birds, but never mice and grasshoppers. She blushed all over, "Slave

Incompetent, he can’t do either of these things.”

The emperor was a little disappointed and said in a long voice, "Whose words do you usually write?"

"I like Zhong Shaojing's calligraphy, and I have been writing the "Ling Fei Sutra" recently!" He Guiren said, "Although Dong Qichang's regular script is good, it is also from Zhong Shaojing's handwriting. This "Ling Fei Sutra" can be regarded as the essence of writing, minion.

I couldn't put it down as soon as I saw it."

The emperor was not interested in listening to her talk about Dong Qichang and Zhong Shaojing. He was concerned about other things, "You haven't been practicing calligraphy for a long time, right? Can you do backhand calligraphy?"

The master's face turned green at this moment. Long Live Master was deliberately trying to lose face by asking her about things that ordinary people had little contact with. It's not like performing on a flyover. The daughter of a wealthy family learned these tricks and made people laugh!

The emperor knew from the look of her that she didn't know how to do it, and there were a lot of people in the world who knew how to do it. Wasn't it her ability to do evil things that attracted his attention? He stroked his forehead and smiled to himself, what was he going to do? Find someone to talk to him.

Is she better than her? On the way back to the capital, he was reflecting on whether it was too inappropriate for an emperor to fall into such a fanatical obsession? He was already past the age of romance and had heavy responsibilities on his shoulders, which could not allow him to act on his own initiative. He must

Calm, he was as unmoving as Mount Tai... But he found that he couldn't do it anymore.

The best way now is to keep her safe in a corner of his heart as before, while he concentrates on turning over the cards as usual and visiting the harem in turn. In this way, the concubines will have no complaints and everyone will be in peace, and everything will be safe.

Live in her peace. The imagination is perfect, but it is difficult to implement. So what about settling for the next best thing? Isn't it easier to pamper one person than to deal with the entire harem? He is from a noble family and has support from his mother's family.

She is also tough. Unlike before, I am only a fourth-grade official, but she is not even ranked in the capital. Anyone who wants to attack her will be crushed into powder in the blink of an eye.

"Not even..." He mumbled and moved to the inside of the bed, "Come up!"

He Guiren blushed and stood up short of breath. She had just taken off her shoes, and the emperor asked her to wait. He personally went to unbutton her skirt and unbuttoned her gilt buttons, revealing the moon-white collared tunic underneath.

The fun of the boudoir does not lie in taking off your clothes immediately. This is the experience he summed up that night in the cave. He frowned and looked at it carefully, took off her outer coat, and she stood in front of him with her bright red cheeks.

, why are her shy eyes different from those of Su Yi? She always looked blank, her big eyes looked at him in astonishment, making his heart tremble. But the woman in front of him was not bad in appearance, so why couldn't she hang up?

Is his appetite coming? The emperor's mood was waning. He sat and thought for a while, then reached out to pull the skirt of her clothes. The crooked collar exposed the white flesh of her shoulders and neck. Still wrong, he untied the belt at the back of her neck and pulled it off.

The bellyband was taken off, and now it was so interesting. The young girl's erect breasts were really beautiful and attractive. He stroked his chin and looked at it under the lamp. They were beautiful, but not sexy enough.

After sifting chaff with the nobles, what is Long Live Lord doing? She was very frightened. Although the palace concubine was obliged to cooperate with the master's preferences, was asking her to leave the palace just to strip her naked under the lamp? It didn't work last time

, Seriously, she has only been in bed once, and it is true that she gave her body to Long Live Lord, but the two of them are not familiar with each other yet. She is a new daughter-in-law, and she has never seen this battle, so what does it mean? She is so ashamed that she has nowhere to hide.

, How could the long live master be so emotional? He was just treating her like a quail and playing with her in a dustpan!

The emperor desperately realized that it was not going to happen. His mind was full of thoughts, what should he do? He couldn't touch her if he liked it in his heart. Should he call her here when he was lucky to meet someone else and let him look at her face to arouse his emotions? He was probably lying.

I'm hysterical. I'm seriously ill!

The eunuchs in the Riyouxin Foreign Service Chamber and Chang Manshou both pinched the time. This was a rule passed down from generation to generation. The emperor had strict time control for sexual intercourse. He was afraid that young people who did not understand restraint would die immediately if they went too far.

Chang Manshou looked at the incense on the window sill and winked at Ma Liu'er. Ma Liu'er swallowed and said, "Second manager, long live the Lord did not let the masters walk through the palace. This is the first time the eldest girl got on the sedan chair. What's the matter?

How to pinch it? Do you want to make it longer?"

Chang Manshou glared and said, "Longer? You can decide this? Our ancestors have passed down the rules. You break it and try it. No one else, even if Lafayette knows about it, he won't let you go! If it spreads to Changchun Garden, let's see.

My old master will tear you alive!"

Ma Liuer was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue, "I wouldn't dare!"

He was anxious to live a long life. He had put in so much effort a while ago, but when he came back, he would focus on others. Wasn't all his hard work in vain? He wiped his neck with a murderous gesture, "Hurry up, are you waiting for the thunder?

If you do things according to the ancestral system, even Long Live the Lord can't do anything to you."

Ma Liuer responded with a string of hooves and shouted at the bottom of the south window, "It's time. Long live the Lord, please take care of your holy bow."

The emperor on the dragon bed breathed a sigh of relief. He had been talking for a while and it was just right now. He lay down and waved to He Guiren who was standing on the footrest. "I will rest in the enclosure for the night today and tomorrow."

Return to the palace and wait for the decree. First of all, if you are chaste and quiet, I will make you concubine Jing. Please kneel in peace!"

The master pondered over it for a moment, was he promoted to a position just like that? Twice, Baba was waiting for the blessing, but in the end he didn't accomplish anything. If he didn't accomplish anything, he was promoted to the position, and no one believed it. So.

You can't make public your embarrassing situation, and you can keep it for yourself if you are a mute. The master is about to cry but has no tears. There is no hope of redressing his grievances. Fortunately, he got a title, which is not too bad. He took two steps back and gathered together.

He took off his clothes and knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "I thank you, Master, for your kindness."

The emperor closed his eyes and heard the rustling sound gradually getting further away. He knew that the person had left. He made a plan, and he would pile the holy family members on her next! After being promoted, he would reward her with gifts every three or five times, and the gang in the palace

Women like to inquire when they have nothing to do, so this kind of action is enough for them to talk about.

He didn't know whether he could appreciate his affection or not. She was so clear-headed and good at pretending to be confused. Sometimes he felt exhausted both mentally and physically. How could he be so thorny with her? There was nothing he could do. Even if he liked her, he couldn't throw her away. What about her?

She despised him. He shouted "Master, Master" happily, as if his mouth was smeared with honey. He really asked her to go with him, and his head immediately shook like a rattle. He had never thought that being an emperor was so miserable. Everyone in the world envied him, who

Knowing that he can't even keep the woman he likes.

He leaned back on the cushion, and reached under the pillow to take out his baby with melancholy. This time, he relied on it to comfort him, spreading it on his chest, as if she were by his side...

But he suddenly panicked. He moved his hands back and forth, but why was it missing? The bellyband was missing! He opened the pillow and found that it was clean and there was nothing underneath. His mind went blank. Where did it fall? Is it still there?

In the sleeve pocket, forgot to take it out? He got out of bed and went around to look behind the screen. The court clothes he wore during the day had been put away long ago. It was wrong. He stood in the center of the earth and thought about it. He had to put things away before changing clothes every day.

It has become a habit. I clearly remembered putting it under the pillow, but why did I lose it inexplicably?

"Come in, someone!" he shouted, and Rong Shou immediately bowed and opened the curtain to listen to the order. He pointed outside, "Go to the fourth storehouse and find the gown I changed out of."

Seeing that the emperor was anxious, Rong Shou accepted the order without daring to ask. The emperor stood there in despair, wondering if she had taken it away? He couldn't ask her to come in and ask questions at such a late hour, otherwise the drama he had done earlier would be in vain.
Chapter completed!