Mu Chen. What do you gain by hurting me like this?
In the early morning, the cool breeze blows away the gauze-like mist, gently touches the dripping morning dew, rolls up a wisp of the fragrance of the yellow flowers last night, and then carries a ray of golden rainbow light. It blows past the waterside pavilion, around the promenade, light,
Xianchen slipped into the green tiled glazed palace without being alarmed.
Kiss to wake up the sleeping beauty in the pink tent.
I moved my extremely sore body, and the cold temperature around me explained that the building was empty.
He coughed lightly, and the thousands of words stuck in his throat were covered up in this silence.
"Empress, are you awake?" Hou Yihua asked from outside the pink curtain. Behind him were two palace maids in white. "Empress, I will help you get up and dress up. Later, the beauty from the Western Regions in Wuxi Palace will meet Ling'er, the princess of the county.
, Princess Mu Wanyan is coming to say hello to you."
Ichika opened the pink curtain and walked to the bedside. When she saw Qingyan looking like a soulless rag doll, she was stunned. She stretched out her hand and shook it.
"Okay, help me up." The pain all over her body made Qingyan frown and take a breath.
She has long eyebrows and clear eyes, a jade face and red lips, and her satin-like black hair is pulled into a phoenix tail. She is slightly decorated with beaded hairpins. She wears a phoenix robe instead of a loose crescent white dress. A soft ribbon ties her slim waist, but she still has a slim and exquisite figure.
Majestic and domineering. Unparalleled elegance.
Qingyan looked at the pink face covered in thick powder in the bronze mirror, pursed her lips and smiled mockingly, waving her hand to signal the palace attendants who were dressing up to leave.
"Your Majesty, are you going to the Zisu Palace to have breakfast with the Emperor? Or are you going to the Fengyi Palace?" Ichika paused and turned around and asked.
Qingyan raised her head, the pain on her face flashed away. It was replaced by a shrewd smile, "Feng Yidian."
Looking at a table of exquisite breakfast and pastries, tasting them slowly, a group of maids lined up around them.
"Your Majesty, the beauty from the Western Regions wants to see you." A little palace maid walked in from the door.
"Didn't you see that I was having a meal? Let her wait." Qingyan said without raising her head, and the chopsticks in her hands did not stop.
During the half-cup of tea, another little palace maid ran in in a panic and said breathlessly, "Your Majesty, Princess Ling'er wants to see you."
The chopsticks holding the pastry paused for a moment, and then she put the pastry down casually. Qingyan raised her eyes, still smiling and said, "Let her wait." The palace maid hesitated to speak in fear, and finally retreated helplessly. She only used her peripheral vision.
He glanced at someone at the dinner table bitterly.
"Your Majesty, Princess Wanyan wants to see you." Before the palace maid could finish her words, Qingyan put down her chopsticks. She looked up angrily at the palace maid who had spoken three times. "Didn't you say that I am having a meal and you want to see me?"
Everyone is waiting. You didn’t hear clearly, did you?”
"Back to your Majesty, your servant Zhi'er is just a maid who delivers messages for others. Why would your Majesty bother your servant?" The maid named Zhi'er raised her head with a fearless face, looking into her bottomless black eyes and her heart tightened. She lowered her head.
Not in words.
Qing Yan stared at the little palace maid, her face full of fun and contempt. Zhi'er? Isn't she the girl who just entered the palace and talked nonsense in the palace? The one who said her pink birthmark looked like a bloody mouth? He snorted coldly.
Get up and walk to Zhi'er.
Long and slender fingers lifted her chin. A trace of nervousness began to appear on Zhi'er's face. There was no calmness at all.
"Oh? Is this palace giving you a hard time? What's the use of such a maid who doesn't know etiquette? Come here." The voice suddenly became low with a hint of ghostliness.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Before Qingyan could finish her words, Zhi'er knelt down and kowtowed in fear with a pale face.
"Slap me! You dare to be disrespectful to me again! You will bear the consequences." Turning around and leaving the main hall, Zhi'er screamed from behind. He let out a slight sigh, it seemed that the domineering queen really couldn't show her beauty.
Suitable.
If it weren't for Mu Chen to consolidate her position and get rid of this crisis-ridden harem, she really wouldn't want to be the head of a harem with one person above ten thousand people.
Liu Ling'er, Mu Wanyan, the beauty from the Western Regions? Very good, let her look at you and see what you are capable of.