Emperor's palace, Yangxin Hall.

Zhu Jing was lazily leaning on the royal couch and slowly turning over the memorial. Hearing a slight noise coming from outside the palace, he half-raised his eyelids and looked over.

The slender figure wearing a moon-blue feathered cloak was stepping into the hall and walking gracefully, holding on to the arm of the nun next to her.

She was obviously different tonight than before.

The steps when she entered the temple was not bad, and it seemed to be in the court. After entering the temple, she did not come to him as soon as possible to come to him as soon as possible. Instead, he stopped after taking a few steps.

cap.

As soon as the hood fell, the hair of the waterfall fell down, and half of the chest fell behind her chest, and half of it was behind her. There were a few wet hair sticking to her cheek. Rao was that she had not yet approached.

The slight moisture at the end of the hair, and the faint fragrance between the blue hair.

He stopped flipping through the memorials in his hand at some point, and his eyes followed her movements.

She never looked at him in the direction of him, and after the cricket beside him solved the cloak, he told two sentences softly. Then he stuffed the heater in his hand and told him to say that

Frozen.

When the nun who was serving her withdrew, Zhu Jing waved to her and said hoarsely: "Concubine, come here."

Wen Yin still didn't hear it. She seemed to be free in her place. Looking around the dormitory, she went back to the water basin frame behind the screen and took the bright yellow towel Pa on it.

Zhu Jing didn't urge him anymore, he just watched calmly.

Wen Yin held up the damp hair with a napkin, wiped it gently, and walked towards the imperial couch.

Arriving in front of the emperor, she sat down on the imperial couch without saluting, and said the first words of the night to him: "The Holy One calls me like a cat or a dog, and I don't like it."

Zhu Jing looked at her, and laughed: "Then I won't anymore."

Wen Yin's movement was slightly paused, and I looked at him with a partial eyes: "I have come to the holy to ask for sacredness today.

She is really different. This cognition was in his mind, and his heart moved slightly.

"The concubine is so concerned. You are like this, very good." She was so good at her.

"So I was at ease." Wen Yin retreated his eyes, and continued to wipe the unattractive wet hair, and the slightly fibrous neck was elegant: "After that night, I also reflected a lot, and found that it was indeed what the Holy said.

Too much stubborn palace

Regulations. More than the sanctuary, in fact, I am also annoying those prosperous festivals. I used to act as before, because I was in a sanctuary, half because I was not pleasing to myself, I dare not show it in front of the king.

Furious. ""

Zhu Jing's deep eyes stacked her proud figure, and her voice was three points lower: "You can tell you frankly today, I am very pleased. Also, the concubine is very good, don't have to be modest."

Wen Yin shook his head: "I don't understand me. In fact, I am not a person who is respectable and virtuous.

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Zhu Jing held her hand, and then took the Ming Yellow Scarf Pa from her hand. Wen Yin did not refuse, and he brought her to send her hair, and wiped her hair for her lightly behind her.

"In your eyes, I can be the small amount of gas? When I get along in private, how can I follow you." He soothed warmly, and Yuton said, "Want to dry it in the future, and get cold."

Wen Yin responded. Suddenly, I suddenly said: "The words of knocking on the night, I know."

The man's low laugh came from behind him, and the laughter seemed to be helpless.

"You have misunderstood me, and you are advising each other instead of hitting."

Wen Yin's eyes turned his eyes, and said: "I don't agree with that night, I don't agree."

Zhu Jing's movement stopped slightly, and a faint voice: "Why?"

"Because I think, I don't teach well." Wen Yin turned his eyes again, and looked at the BRICS of the palace slowly: "Do you not be tiring such things?"

The atmosphere of the palace is surprisingly quiet, allowing people to clearly hear the thick breath of men, and the subtle sound of slowly rolling the throat knot.

He never heard her say so boldly.

Qingwan's and faint voice, in a closer look at the words that make men's blood stunned, are undoubtedly challenging the patience of men.

The moment when the Ming Yellow Scarf was thrown out of the royal couch, the slender palm waved the heavy curtain. The laminated laminated was behind, and a powerful arm circled the woman's waist from behind.

the back of the neck.

"You might as well talk about it, how do you need to take it?"

His arms held her into the couch, and a slightly thin cocoon belly repeatedly described between her delicate and gentle eyebrows.

"Then how do I know." Wen Yin's cheeks wiped the soft pillow, and the lips were briefly brightened: "But always teach slower."

Zhu Jing's eyes were dark, his body was tight, and the blue tendons were angry.

The candle shadow was shaking, the curtain was shaking, the light was strong in the tent, and the orchid musk was breathing.

Step. Wen Yin's wrist was raised on his neck, and he was angry and angry: "Say it is slow."

The size she grasped was just right. The direction of the patting was exactly the position of his jaw, but when he went to half an inch, it was his emperor's face.

Zhu Jing touched the neck patted, and lifted slowly at the end of his eyes.

"You are presumptuous."

Speaking of wanton, but that dumb's hilarious voice has no frightening force.

Wen Yin's breath took advantage of the gap he stopped, and turned to the face of most of the pillow, seemed to look at him with a light fire, "Say slowly, why don't you listen!"

Her beautifully beautiful eyes were burning, and she looked directly at him without any scruples. It was undoubtedly the offense of his emperor and provoked. But he was not disgusted.

He has seen her innocent appearance, and has seen the gentle and intimate appearance, and has also seen the appearance of the rules in the palace.

It is also angry, just like the new thorns on the thorns, which he has never seen before.

This provocative thorns did not hurt, just like the hook hooking people slightly itching.

He lowered his eyebrow bow, and a pair of black eyes became more and more deeper.

"Okay, I will depend on you."

The chaotic voice fell, and the thin sound between the couch was too late to exit, and was wrapped in the opponent's invasion.

After the rain raised, Wen Yin pushed him away, rejected him again, and rejected the request of him to let her stay.

"I let the Holy Slow Church, and I don't follow the holy. Now I let me stay in the holy.

Zhu Jingan's long eyebrow peaks are carefully picked. Whether she is true or false, but in the end, it has dissipated his heart. He has not left her. After all, he has a different experience today, so he is willing to wait for her to wait for her

Can be willing.

So he didn't say anything more, but his eyes were always locked on her. She was already extremely beautiful, and now she was alive every time she was angry or angry, as if the beauty's clay sculpture had soul injected into it, or as if the pearl and jade had lifted away the dust.

, it becomes increasingly difficult to take one’s eyes away.

He stared at her until her figure disappeared from sight.

Wen Yin gathered her cloak lightly and stepped out of the hall, her eyes as calm as water.

Testing the bottom line is boring if it's one-sided. Wouldn't it be more fun to test each other?

The palace attendants outside the palace are holding lanterns and standing with their heads bowed. If you don't pay attention, it is easy for people to ignore their presence.

Wen Yin moved her steps and walked past them. It wasn't until she got on the Luan sedan that she slowly blinked her eyelids.

After returning to Changxin Palace, Wen Yin asked the palace people not to keep vigil as usual, and she lay alone in the darkness.

She might have wanted to help him in the past. It was really fanciful to use palace rules to restrain him and to think that he could stop forcing her.

How could a person like him be willing to be bound by palace rules?

Even if you have endured it for a few years, you are just retreating to make progress. Now that you have lost your patience, why not force her and force her?

So why did she have to live in submission all those years? In the end, the result was not the same. It was not like tonight, where she didn't have to kneel down and salute him, and she didn't have to be submissive and kind to him with words and expressions. If she was more relaxed, maybe she could live a better life.

Have fun in the past.

She had no hope left, so she might as well be happy.

After all, didn't he also say that he didn't want her hypocrisy and subterfuge?

After looking at the dim tent ceiling at night for a while, she quietly closed her eyes.

Probably because the new year was approaching and government affairs were complicated, the Holy Emperor did not set foot in the harem again for a period of time.

On New Year's Eve, the palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Wanshou lanterns carved with clouds and dragons were erected in front of the Qinzheng Hall, and lantern couplets were hung. Everywhere in the Sixth Palace was busy cutting window paper, pasting window grilles, and hanging pictures of palace mottos. There was a festive New Year atmosphere everywhere.

After noon, the royal relatives and princes and ministers who were invited to the palace to attend the grand banquet entered the palace with their wives and children. The New Year's Eve banquet was divided into two banquets. The concubine and the royal relatives had a banquet. In the Jiaotai Hall, all officials

We have a banquet in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

At the moment of Shen Zheng, the queen and her concubines also went to Jiaotai Hall in a grand manner.

When attending the grand banquet, Wen Yin brought all the maids from Changxin Palace with her.

Years ago, she gave each of them a piece of palace satin to cut new clothes for them. Now they are wearing new clothes of well-cut palace satin, with beautiful and brand-new hairpins, and they are very eye-catching among the crowd of palace maids.

In particular, they are very ingenious in embroidering patterns with their own names on their clothes. For example, the palace clothes in bright red are embroidered with orchids for spring, the cyan-colored palace clothes for summer are embroidered with bamboo, and the lotus colors are embroidered for autumn.

The palace clothes are embroidered with chrysanthemums, and the blue palace clothes are embroidered with plum blossoms in memory of the winter moon.

The four maids of honor were walking beside the imperial concubine Luan Chai, and they were full of energy, which attracted the attention of many people.

Among them was Kang Concubine.

Kang Bin opened the sedan curtain and glanced emphatically in the direction of Nian Xia.

At this time, the confidant maid next to Kang Concubine approached her and whispered to her from the sedan window.

It turned out that when the concubines gathered in Kunning Palace earlier, the confidant maid glared in the direction of Nian Xia. Nian Xia shrank in fear of her remaining power, but unfortunately Nian Chun could not see her. Nian Chun could not see it.

Nianxia was so cowardly that he glared back at the other party fiercely. Finally, he curled his lips and muttered, "It's just because of a princess."

Kang Yan hugged the emperor next to her, and she took a pat, and looked forward to looking forward.

"Which is the spring, you refer to me to see."

The confidant palace girl pointed at the palace girl in the distance in the distance, and she signaled her.
Chapter completed!