After dinner, Jiang Qing came out of the side hall as if running away.
She stood on the palace road with a warm breeze, looking at the afterglow that fell at dusk, and slowly calmed down her mind.
After a while, the emperor also came out, holding a cloak in his hand.
The two people walked along the palace road to the imperial garden. During this period, both of them lowered their heads and hardly dared to look at each other. The atmosphere was very subtle.
Jiang Qing remembered in a daze that she would never want to accompany the emperor for a walk under the sunset like this in the past, because she felt that it was not good. Since she could not give the emperor sincere feelings, why should she accompany him hypocritically?
But she doesn't know since when, she also began to look forward to the sunset every day, which would allow two people to spend a short time together, a comfortable time just for two people.
And the principles that I adhered to in my heart gradually disappeared and turned into endless expectations.
In the pavilion, the emperor put a cloak on Jiang Qing. The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
The tenderness in the emperor's bones made Jiang Qing tremble, and she was so embarrassed that her whole body turned red. However, the smile on her face when she lowered her head was full of sweetness.
The emperor accidentally caught a glimpse of her shyness and sweetness, and his heartstrings were plucked. He felt that his chest was tight, as if he could not breathe, and even his breath was suppressed.
But then, he heard Jiang Qing say in a low voice: "Thank you, cousin."
The little girl's final voice rose, and the sweetness seemed to overflow. The way she stood obediently and let him move was so obedient that she seemed to be showing weakness and acting coquettishly in one, making it difficult to resist.
The emperor only felt itchy and extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and what emerged after the dullness was a scorching flame.
As if by chance, he held her hand.
It's small, and when you hold it, it feels like caressing mutton-fat jade, which is warm and smooth, making people feel relaxed.
Jiang Qing was stunned and moved her fingers slightly, but she felt the emperor's grip tightened.
She didn't dare to move anymore, so the emperor held her hand and slowly sat down.
Before she could recover from the shock of holding hands, the emperor had already gently put his arm around her waist, holding her and sitting on his lap.
This was in the Imperial Garden. Jiang Qing was so embarrassed that her eyes were red, but she didn't dare to struggle. She just subconsciously hugged the emperor's neck and begged in a low voice: "Cousin, someone will see it..."
Is it because you are afraid that someone will see you, rather than because you don’t want to?
The emperor laughed, and put a little force on his hand around her waist, completely holding her in his arms.
He leaned close to her ear and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, no one will come."
Isn't it?
They had just entered the imperial garden with their front feet, and quickly cleared the place as soon as they had enough water with their back feet. Looking around, they couldn't even see a palace maid pruning the flower branches.
Jiang Qing opened her eyes dubiously and looked around, but saw no one. However, at the intersection where they came, Yu Deshui was standing guard with his back to them, as if he had expected it.
Jiang Qing covered her face in astonishment and leaned lightly on the emperor's shoulder in embarrassment.
Unconscious coquettishness and weakness, coupled with the trembling tail notes, made the person in his arms as soft as water. For the first time, the emperor felt that the wonderful love between men and women could be so turbulent and hot.
He was barely given a chance to think, and suddenly it became like this: the beautiful woman was pregnant.
But he was a man, and after all he was more calm than a woman. He just looked like a veteran with malicious intentions. While he was delighted, he couldn't help but wonder, would he scare her?
However, even so, he had no intention of letting go.
The two of them cuddled up quietly like this, even if they did nothing, he was still sinking like an obsession.
As the wisps of fragrance blew into his nose with the wind, the emperor gradually became distracted.
Jiang Qing is not much better, but she is extremely shy and can no longer care about other thoughts and ideas. She only knows that the only person she can trust and rely on is the man beside her. In addition, she seems to have foreseen herself, like
It's a frightened bird.
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After the emperor sent Jiang Qing back to the palace, the first thing he did was to find Yu Deshui.
He didn't say anything, he just took off the sachet and asked Yu Deshui: "Is there really only the peace charm in it?"
With these light words, Yu Deshui knew that he could no longer hide it, so he quickly knelt down and said: "It was the slave who made his own decision and asked Mrs. Lu to make the spices. If the emperor wants to blame, just blame the slave."
The emperor sneered and said: "I knew you were causing trouble, so why don't you tell me what happened to the spice?"
Yu Deshui murmured, nervous and scared.
He raised his head cautiously. Seeing the emperor's stern words, he felt uneasy and said, "It's just a slight aphrodisiac effect when the two spices are mixed together."
"Mrs. Lu said that if there is love, you will naturally notice it. If it is unintentional, it will not have much impact..."
The emperor frowned and continued to ask: "Two kinds?"
Yu Deshui immediately explained: "It just needs to be mixed with the fragrance of the imperial concubine. Otherwise, it is just an ordinary spice. Madam Lu said that only lovers can be together."
Yu Deshui was embarrassed to say it. Mrs. Lu's original words were that she had worked hard and didn't want to take advantage of other women.
The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and then gradually calmed down.
Today he lost his temper and did something beyond his bounds, which made him feel very panicked.
Since I am worried that it is the result of the spice, I am afraid that it will break Jiang Qing's heart. But I am also worried that it is not the result of the spice, and I don't even know if I am in love.
Now, the facts are before our eyes, which is both emotional and lustful.
But it has nothing to do with Xiang, it's just because that's the only person I want to see.
The emperor gave the sachet to Yu Deshui and said, "It has been changed, but the peace talisman continues to be placed inside."
Yu Deshui held the sachet and reluctantly said in a low voice: "Actually, Mrs. Lu said, just a little bit..."
"Moreover, this was made by Mrs. Lu herself. Mr. Lu doesn't want to keep it yet. If it is harmful to the emperor's dragon body, I will not dare to..."
The emperor heard this, thought about it, and took it back.
He sniffed the fragrance and found that it was indeed faint and nothing unusual.
But the restless breath in his chest seemed to have another source.
"Lu Yunhong still wants??"
Yu Deshui nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, Mr. Lu said, if the emperor doesn't want it, just send it back. Don't waste it."
The emperor couldn't help but be happy. This Lu Yunhong could really speak his mind.
"Okay, let's stay for now."
Yu Deshui said happily: "If your Majesty would mind, we can just put it on without wearing it when we see the imperial concubine and leave it in the bedroom. This incense won't last long. Madam Lu said it's autumn and winter and it's time to change it when the weather gets cold."
The meaning is very clear, it will have no effect in cold weather.
The emperor nodded slightly and immediately ordered people to prepare for a bath.
When going to bed, the emperor placed the sachet on the tent hook and looked at it. Jiang Qing's shy and charming face immediately appeared in his mind.
Immediately, his heart felt hot. It seemed different from the lust that emerged in the evening. Now, he just missed that person a little bit.
The emperor exhaled and lay down calmly. He was just tossing and turning, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
On the contrary, as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the image of that person relying on him, and the heart-shaking breath was still on his neck, as if he could press his heart-thrilling lips just by leaning forward slightly.