In the palace in late autumn, the chill lingers in the spacious palace.
Only the curtains on the bed were swaying, as passionate as fire.
When the love reached its peak, the emperor kissed Jiang Qing's round shoulder and nibbled on it with his teeth, as if he wanted to eat her.
His voice was hoarse and low, with a burning breath, and he asked in a low voice: "What did you call me?"
Jiang Qing was drowsy, humming softly, not knowing whether it was discomfort or pain, and replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty...cousin..."
The emperor was not satisfied at all. He sucked harder and continued to persuade: "No, you screamed outside the palace today."
Jiang Qing regained her consciousness and became a little more awake. Before she could hide her blushing eyes, the emperor hit her and made her voice soft and broken...
She hummed softly, as if crying: "Husband..."
The emperor was extremely satisfied, but his strength was not light but heavy.
Jiang Qing couldn't help but leaned back, holding her hands on his shoulders. Her beautiful cheeks were flushed, just like the intoxicating red lotus swaying in the wind in the pond.
The emperor buried his head and was intoxicated.
He never knew that when two people are in love, the desire under the intertwined love is like a red rose nourished by the blood in the heart.
So bright and beautiful, it is intoxicating, and at the same time, the fine thorns scratch the tip of the heart, itching, with a hint of pain, but it also brings deeper pity.
He hugged Jiang Qing and wanted to rub her into his body. At this moment, he found that his love was so terrifyingly hot that he couldn't help but feel his heart palpitate.
Afterwards, the emperor hugged Jiang Qing, pursed his lips with satisfaction, and raised a lazy smile at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Qing curled up into a ball and leaned in his arms like a kitten.
The emperor stroked her cheek, smoothed her hair, and said gently: "When spring comes, when everything recovers, let's make up for the wedding."
Jiang Qing looked up, but the ends of her eyes were still red, and the wet tears were clearly visible. Her lips were also very red and swollen, like a little beast that had been wronged.
The emperor smiled and couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her forehead.
But Jiang Qing, who was frightened and frightened, hugged the quilt and shrank deeper inside.
The emperor chuckled, circling her hand from time to time, stroking her skin, and said with unfinished meaning: "I won't touch you tonight, don't worry."
But his voice sounded so weird that Jiang Qing couldn't be fooled.
She hummed softly and whispered: "The ceremony for the concubine's entry into the palace has been completed. I don't want to be burdened anymore. As long as I can accompany you, I am very satisfied."
The emperor turned sideways and lay down face to face with her.
His kiss fell on the tip of her nose, and he said lovingly and tenderly: "Fool, don't you want to be my queen? I haven't married yet. If we do, we will get married."
Jiang Qing blushed in embarrassment and lowered her gaze in embarrassment, but his breath was so close, so gentle and intoxicating.
She carefully raised her gaze and looked at him.
Their eyes met, and his eyes were full of intoxicating sweetness. Jiang Qing felt like she was dying of sweetness.
She never thought that she would be a queen. Although her mother kept hinting to her, she felt that those things were not important, so why fight for them and waste the relationship between the two of them.
But seeing his sweetheart so close, she was in his eyes and in his heart. At this moment, she felt that she was his wife, the person he wanted to spend his whole life with.
She snuggled into his arms obediently, put her arms around his waist, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
The next moment, his kiss fell on her forehead, softly, without any trace of lust, but she felt that her heart was shocked, numb and numb, with an uncontrollable itch, which made her eyes sore.
I just want to get closer.
"You little fool, is it possible that I will betray you?"
She left wetness on his chest, so he turned her over and carefully traced her features.
His eyes were dark and dark, although they were loving and pitiful, they were ignited with fire.
Jiang Qing blushed and said anxiously: "You are the emperor, you must keep your word."
The emperor smiled and touched her lips, feeling that this little mouth was really good at talking.
He smiled and said, "What did I say?"
Jiang Qing stared at her shyly and bit her lip slightly, as if it was difficult to speak.
However, the mark on the lip where the tooth marks scratched was so clear that it made the emperor's body feel warm.
He held her hand tightly and placed delicate kisses on her neck. Seeing that he was about to attack his lips, she exclaimed: "You said you wouldn't touch me tonight."
The emperor's kiss fell on her lips, tossing and turning, extremely gentle.
Just when she was in a trance, his beguiling voice sounded in her ears: "The emperor is indeed eloquent, but I am someone else's emperor and your husband..."
After he finished speaking, his hand reached down, clearly with bad intentions.
Jiang Qing couldn't laugh or cry, her remaining sanity was exhausted by him, and she could only let him do whatever he wanted.
…
Qiyun Palace took a break at midnight, and Yu Deshui went to Hua Zimo with a smile, wanting to share the good news with him.
It won't be long before there is a little prince or princess in the palace.
However, when he went to Hua Zimo's residence, he unexpectedly discovered that Xu Xiujun was there.
Seeing him coming, Xu Xiujun left holding a sewing basket.
Yu Deshui looked at her back in shock, wondering how could she come?
Hua Zimo came out, saw Yu Deshui, and explained: "She saw my knee pants were torn before, so she came over to mend them for me."
The corners of Yu Deshui's mouth twitched and he said speechlessly: "There are so many embroiderers in the palace. You are the chief steward of the East Palace. Can you be successful?"
Hua Zimo blushed, and then said: "She has taken care of me after all. Now that the prince is gone, as long as she doesn't cause trouble, I have to protect her."
"But don't worry, I'm not a cruel person. If she has any evil intentions, I will be the first to tolerate her."
Yu Deshui snorted coldly: "I don't care what you think, but this woman had bad intentions before. You'd better be careful. If something happens, you and I can't bear the consequences."
Hearing this, Hua Zimo nodded seriously and decided to find an opportunity to ask the emperor or send Xu Xiujun out of the palace.
"You came here so late. Does the Emperor have good news?"
Only then did Yu Deshui remember what he was here to do, but he was no longer in the mood and said lazily: "Forget it, it's nothing?"
Hua Zimo smiled and said: "The emperor and the imperial concubine are very affectionate, right?"
Yu Deshui nodded and said: "I came here for a while before I stopped. The emperor is still a man, not to mention that the imperial concubine is so beautiful and now she wants a child..."
Speaking of this, Yu Deshui wanted to laugh.
While he was guarding outside the palace, he saw Aunt Su being very arrogant, clasping her hands together and bowing again and again, saying that Mrs. Chiang had already invited someone to help her, and that the imperial concubine would be pregnant this year.
He felt at that time that the emperor was not as anxious as the eunuch, but how could the eunuch be as anxious as the old lady?
I couldn't help but feel happy for a moment, and then I thought of coming to talk to Hua Zimo.
But who knew we would encounter this scene? It’s really disappointing!