It was not sunny after the rain, and there were still dark and overcast clouds, covering the entire imperial city.
Huang Chenling had just returned to the palace. He did not go to Wang Xiulin's bedroom, but walked directly towards the Sutra Collection Pavilion. It was a natural reaction, maybe he didn't want to go back at all. Even if he had convinced himself, he would never go back.
He numbed his heart, but once he got close to Yan Ruocheng, he regained a certain sense of resistance to Wang Xiulin.
In order to hide his emotions, he continued to use the excuse of reviewing memorials and was so busy that he didn't even have to go to the palace to prevent her from seeing his inner feelings.
Early the next morning, in the queen's bedroom.
Wang Xiulin slowly put her clothes back on and looked at the man tied to her bed - the eleventh prince Huang Fan.
There is a saying that one can wake up only three times after drinking, but when she was drunk, she did such a ridiculous thing in a daze. What was outrageous was that when she woke up, she could actually remember what happened last night.
Last night, she mistook Huang Fan'er for Huang Chenling, and after whipping him, the bird's bites took over his whole body. Not once, twice, three times...
Oh my God! She didn't want to remember it at all.
Wang Xiulin couldn't accept it, so he took off the quilt on Huang Fan'er and took a look. After reading it, his face was covered with black lines and turned to stone.
After being petrified for a while, she came back to her senses. Fortunately, the damn Huang Chenling stayed in the imperial study as usual and did not enter her bedroom at all. The other servants were even less courageous and barged in. I guess this
Only she and Huang Fan'er knew about it.
She bit her finger to keep herself calm. Now she had to discuss it with Huang Fan'er and make this matter a secret forever.
Then, she quietly looked at Huang Fan'er who was still sleeping. She really troubled him last night. His facial features were completely different from Huang Chenling's. Why would she mistake him for Huang Chenling so easily after being drunk?
Let's take a look at it. When she thought of this, she vented her frustration on Huang Fan'er. She couldn't help but slap him in the face, which was very loud. All of a sudden, five fingers were printed on his face, which turned red.
Huang Fan'er suddenly woke up after being slapped so hard by her. Since his hands and feet were tied by her, he frowned helplessly and wanted to say something, but then he closed his mouth and lowered his head slightly.
What happened last night was so wrong, so wrong. He had never felt that he was so wrong yet sober. It was because he was too soft-hearted. She was so charming that he couldn't control himself for a moment and was attracted to her.
past.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Wang Xiulin asked him directly, pretending to be cold and cold.
"No..." Huang Fan'er answered very palely, as if things had changed after what happened between the two of them, and he was the only one who was hurt.
"Then I tell you, if you dare to tell what happened last night and others find out, I will never make it easy for you. If you want to threaten me with this matter, I will send someone to kill you.
"Wang Xiulin said threateningly, and stretched out his hand to pull his hair.
Huang Fan's neck felt intense pain due to her pulling, which made him frown even more tightly, and sweat gradually broke out from his forehead.
"It hurts..." He only answered in one word.
"What's wrong with you?" Wang Xiulin didn't know why, but when he heard him say it hurt, his heart softened and he helped him up.
"Untie me, my neck hurts, hiss!" Huang Fan'er closed her eyes tightly and finished her words.
Wang Xiulin saw that he looked really uncomfortable, but he was pretending. He untied the cloth belt on his body first.
Huang Fan'er covered his neck and said in a reproachful tone: "You really went too far last night."
Wang Xiulin couldn't help but push him lightly and said, "I told you, don't talk about what happened last night again."
Huang Fan's neck felt even more painful when she pushed him. The waves of painful blows made him unable to concentrate every second.
"Hurry up and get dressed and leave through the window. What are you waiting for?" Wang Xiulin ignored him and said coldly, folding his arms.
Huang Fan'er didn't want to say anything anymore. Now he just wanted to go to the imperial doctor to have a look at his neck.
It's just that he is covering his neck with one hand and holding clothes to put on with the other. Not only is it slow to wear, but it is also very difficult to put on.
Wang Xiulin squinted at his slow grinding and couldn't stand it anymore, so he said, "Can't you use both hands to put on clothes? The pain in your neck does not mean the pain in your hands."
"If you let go of this hand, I can't lift my neck." Huang Fan'er said helplessly. He also wanted to do as she asked, but as soon as his hand left his neck, it seemed as if the neck was not him and was not under his control.
Like, we have to go to the other side.
"Excuses are just excuses! If you men want women to help with something, you will only use excuses to explain!" Wang Xiulin described him as being like Huang Chenling. He said that he would not forgive others, but his hands were already helping him to put away his sleeves.
Put it on his other hand and slowly help him tie a knot.
After Huang Fan'er had countless fights with her last night, he knew very well that she had been treated coldly by Huang Chenling for a long time. He also didn't know what kind of conflict happened between her and Huang Chenling that led to her.
Suppress such huge negative emotions.
"Why did your relationship with Brother Huang become so bad?" Huang Fan'er asked her directly without assuming anything.
When Wang Xiulin heard his frank question, his first reaction was not angry, but hesitant. Speaking out was tantamount to crying out his misfortune to others.
"What does this have to do with you?" she asked.
"I just want to care about you." He said without thinking.
"Care about me? I'm still concerned about your position around Chen Ling, to stabilize your position as the eleventh prince in the court." She said with ill intentions.
Huang Fan'er's face darkened, he pushed her hand away, stood up from the bed, and the sheets suddenly fell down.
The sunlight outside the window is shining in a very dazzling place. It’s terrible!
Wang Xiulin ignored his domineering attitude and quickly picked up the quilt to help him surround him. He said in a panic: "You, go over there and get dressed."
Huang Fan'er told her expressionlessly that he didn't feel ashamed at all, and slowly walked toward the screen in a cool and unrestrained manner.
This made Wang Xiulin feel that he was better than Huang Chenling. At least he was very calm. He seemed to understand everything.
Wang Xiulin sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the shadow on the screen. She couldn't help but touch her lips with her hand. She used her lips to pamper him last night. She couldn't help but think about every detail of last night.
The lingering feeling is very different from Huang Chenling.
As for the person behind the screen, Huang Fan'er was not shameless, but after realizing it, his face gradually turned pink, except that his ears didn't get hot.
Both of them were in a state of boredom.
Huang Chenling stretched his body and dozed off in the Sutra Pavilion all night. His back and bones ached. He thought that he should build a hidden cabinet in the imperial study room where he could rest without being discovered.
Yawning, as soon as he came out of the Imperial Study Room, he was stopped by Huang Sijing, the younger brother of the Fifth Emperor. He fell headfirst into Huang Sijing's fat belly.
Huang Chenling was a little stunned. He looked up and saw who was this fat man who was taller than his whole head.
"Eh? Brother Second Emperor, you are not in the Imperial Study Room, why are you here in the Sutra Collection Pavilion?" Huang Sijing asked with an even more stunned look. Then he couldn't hold too many volumes of books in his fat hands and all of them fell.
It fell on Huang Chenling.
"Seventh Emperor Brother? What are you doing?" He picked up a volume of books and handed it to him and asked.
"Brother Erhuang, I, I am just learning some knowledge. I am afraid that you will find out, so I secretly come here to get some books to read. I have no wrong intentions. Don't misunderstand me." Huang Sijing scratched her head, feeling embarrassed.
said.
Huang Chenling knew that this Seventh Emperor's younger brother had always been knowledgeable, but not very talented. To put it bluntly, he was naturally dull and stupid, and his appearance was not outstanding. He was extremely fat and tall. He rarely moved around the palace, preferring to hide himself in the mansion.
He reads books and doesn't like to negotiate with others. He occasionally comes to the Sutra Pavilion in the palace. So it's not surprising to meet him in the Sutra Pavilion.
"What knowledge are you learning? Have you not read all the books in the Sutra Pavilion?" Huang Chenling asked. He didn't think there were too many books. If he had read them since he was a child, it was impossible that he hadn't read them yet.
"I didn't read so fast. I finished reading some books and wanted to read them again. I recently read these books that recorded weapons from the West." Huang Sijing explained slowly.
"Books on Western weapons? Are there any records of these?" Huang Chenling felt a little strange and picked up the books on the ground to take a look. Generally, the scriptures in the library are some scriptures and poems recorded by ancient ancestors. How come there are
Books on Western weapons in recent years?
He looked through these volumes and touched the paper materials. They were all products of recent years. Someone had put them in the Scripture Pavilion.
If you look closely, you will see that the type of weapon recorded is very advanced and has a clear structure. If you follow it, you may be able to make it.
"Brother Seventh Emperor, please bring these scrolls to me." Huang Chenling said thoughtfully.
"Scared? Brother Second Emperor, you don't want to punish me, do you? I just came to borrow a few books to read." Huang Sijing asked timidly.
"No, I just asked you to help me get it. Where did you go? I still have something to ask you." Huang Chenling said with a smile.
"Ask for advice? Don't take it seriously. Hey, Brother Second Emperor, please leave." Huang Sijing felt relieved when he heard that it was not a punishment. He thought that this Second Emperor Brother was as strict as his father. He had been with Huang Chenling since he was a child.
We didn't have much contact with each other. We only met a few times at palace banquets, but we never got to know each other well. It was just a kinship relationship by name.
So, the two of them came to the imperial study room.
"Open all the books and put them on the table and line them up." Huang Chenling ordered.
"Okay." Huang Sijing did as he said just like a servant.
Opening all the books, Huang Chenling compared the handwriting of the books and found that they were basically written by the same person. But it didn't look like the handwriting of the Central Plains people, and the writing looked a bit like Western fonts.
"Seventh Emperor Brother, how long have you been reading this book? When did you discover these books?" Huang Chenling asked.
"I discovered it just a few months ago. I actually missed these books." Huang Sijing said confusedly.