"Shang's songs are directed towards the autumn moon, with sad rhymes and loud sighs. They dance and sleep in the beautiful days, and the beauty is separated from the sky." Written on an autumn night
Liu Jiang glanced at the emperor. Although she accepted the emperor's decision, she didn't agree with it in her heart because she really couldn't think of anything else that could make up for the regret of missing out on the position of queen.
But as a man, especially a king of a country, it is not easy to say such a thing.
Liu Jiang's anger subsided a little, and he sighed: "Both Fushou and Songdu are very good. Although I love Songdu, I have to think about the future. You should know who I prefer in the position of queen?"
The emperor understood what Liu Jiang meant, and before the first queen was officially registered, she began to propose candidates for the second queen.
Fushou was dignified and well-groomed, and was indeed the most suitable candidate for the queen. History has also proved this. But this was not what the emperor wanted. He turned sideways and looked at the bedroom behind the curtain, knowing that Song Du was resting in it. Turn
He turned around and said to Liu Jiang: "If I have the chance, I can't let her down again."
Liu Jiang wanted to say in her heart that you have let down more than just one person, but she still did not say it out loud. She slowly left the table and stood up. With the support of the emperor, she walked to the door and said softly: "You still have a long way to go in the future.
There are still a lot of things to do, so you don’t have to worry too much about them, they are very sensible and understand the priorities and won’t blame you.”
The emperor did not speak, but smiled at Liu Jiang. His smile was filled with the unique confidence of a young man, and even Liu Jiang's cold expression softened a bit.
Liu Jiang walked under the eaves, suddenly remembered something, and said to the emperor: "Miao Si has brought Tang Ji into the palace, but she couldn't find a suitable place to live at the moment, so I asked her to live in the garden with me."
The emperor's voice paused and he said, "How is she these years?"
"I have been observing the festival and vowed not to marry again." Liu Jiang's tone was a little sad, as if she was remembering a gloomy past. She quickly put away the negative emotions and cheered up: "It's better now. Your Majesty might as well give her an identity.
It’s not in vain that she has endured all these years.”
"That's fine," the emperor said, "I'll see you again in a few days."
After seeing off Liu Jiang, the emperor deliberately slowed down his steps when entering the palace for fear of disturbing the resting Song capital.
On the brocade silk quilt, lay the person whom the emperor cherished most since his time travel and after merging the memories of his two lives.
Song Du was lying down in his clothes, closing his eyes tightly and breathing softly.
The emperor just stood by the bed, quietly looking at Song Du's sleeping face.
Song Du seemed to have slept in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to take off the Jin Bu Yao from her hair. Her breathing was light and fast, causing Jin Bu Yao's cinnamon branches to tremble and tremble.
The emperor sighed, leaned down, and brushed away the tears from the corners of Song Du's eyes with his fingers: "Stop pretending, you didn't even have time to take off your shoes."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Song Du immediately opened her eyes. Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes into her temples. She looked at the emperor with a particularly aggrieved look.
The emperor's heart ached when he saw it. He stretched out his hand to touch the cheek moistened by tears. He consciously leaned over and let Song Du put his arms around his neck.
"No matter what happens from now on, you will be the most important person to me." The emperor promised softly in her ear.
"I don't care about the queen, I just want to see the emperor every day." Song Du choked and said, "But they said that after you have a queen, you won't come to me often."
"No, I will always come to you." The emperor said firmly.
Song Du rubbed his head next to the emperor's neck and said, "Brother Emperor, I want to go to Shanglin Garden."
The emperor looked up at the sky and said, "Let's wait another day. It's getting late."
"Then you stay with me today." Song Du retreated.
"Okay." The emperor looked at Song Du, suddenly lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
After appeasing Song Du, Fu Shou was naturally no problem. She had always been sensible. Even though she didn't understand, it didn't stop her from showing understanding to the emperor.
The ceremony of instituting a queen was very complicated. The emperor wanted to simplify it, but he couldn't get over Dong Cheng and Dong Guiren, so he had to let them do whatever they wanted, completing the whole process like a puppet.
In the evening, the emperor stayed overnight in Jiaofang Hall as a matter of course.
Empress Dong graciously entertained the emperor and sat beside the bed. She suddenly remembered some of the courtesy of Duke Zhou that her mother had told her, and her cheeks suddenly became hot. Seeing the emperor's blank expression, Empress Dong said that he was shy and encouraged her.
He mustered up the courage to reach out and help the emperor take off his clothes.
When there was only one single piece of clothing left, the emperor suddenly reached out and grabbed Empress Dong's slender hand. The emperor turned to stare at Empress Dong, his eyes were clear and bright, without any trace of heat.
"I have been busy for so long today, so go to bed early." The emperor patted Empress Dong on the shoulder and climbed onto the bed.
Empress Dong raised her eyebrows and lay down next to the emperor. She seemed to be relieved but also a little unwilling to say: "Did your Majesty forget something?"
The emperor turned sideways and looked at Empress Dong. She was originally a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, but she looked more mature because of her makeup. The emperor was stunned for a while, and finally came back to his senses. Remembering what the other party asked, he said with some embarrassment:
"I'm still young."
For a moment, Empress Dong almost thought she had seen it wrong. Unexpectedly, the emperor, who had always been calm, brave and wise, would have a shy and blushing day. Empress Dong felt even more happy because she was the only one in the world who could see the emperor so privately.
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Compared with his usually aloof, cold and calm demeanor, the emperor's humane behavior attracted her even more. Empress Dong looked at the emperor's back, curved her beautiful eyebrows, and suddenly felt that her heart was filled with warm sunshine.
An inexplicable feeling grows crazily in my heart like a vine.
Empress Dong leaned forward and blew the orchid-like fragrance into the emperor's ears, with just the right amount of temptation and joking in her tone: "That's right, Your Majesty doesn't know anything yet."
The emperor suddenly turned around and looked at Empress Dong expressionlessly. No matter in his past life or in this life, it was difficult for the emperor to get angry with women. At this time, his physical condition at the age of twelve was there, and he was powerless.
Can you blame him? And I heard that having sex too early can shorten one's lifespan. The emperor doesn't want to die in middle age just for the sake of temporary sexual happiness.
"The days are long." Taking advantage of the other party's incomprehension, the emperor couldn't help but sneered: "There will be plenty of time in the future, so why rush for the moment? Go to sleep quickly."
On the wedding night that every girl dreams of, how could Empress Dong fall asleep so easily at such an important moment?
After all, she didn't dare to disturb the emperor's sleep. After lying aside for a long time, she finally couldn't help but turned sideways and whispered in the emperor's ear: "Although His Majesty already knows my concubine's name, I still want to tell him personally.