Mo'er was shocked and blurted out: "Does the Emperor want to rest here tonight?"
His hand, which was about to take off his boots, suddenly stopped, and he looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Knowing that saying such words would lead to serious disaster, Mo'er gritted his teeth, knelt in front of the emperor and said: "Mo'er has traveled a long distance and is not feeling well. I'm afraid I won't be able to serve the emperor..."
The color in the emperor's eyes became darker and darker, and there seemed to be no joy or anger.
She simply lowered her head to the ground and said, "I would also like to ask the emperor to sleep in another palace."
After Mo'er said these words, the air was surprisingly quiet. The candlelight reflected the emperor's slender shadow, and she did not dare to look at the expression on his face.
His heart was restless, waiting for him to get angry at any time.
The bright yellow robe with golden nine-dragon pattern suddenly passed over her forehead, and the wind brought by it slashed across her face like a knife. She closed her eyes tightly, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat on her head.
After a long time, I heard his sullen voice: "Show the Liuli Palace."
The door was pushed open, several palace maids and chambermaids entered one after another, and the crystal curtain made a crackling sound.
Mo'er kept kneeling on the ground, the beaded hairpin on her head shaking uncontrollably. It wasn't until the cold wind filled the door and there was no sound for a long time that she dared to slowly raise her head.
Outside the hall, there was a clear moonlight, as cold as frost.
She had the opportunity to sleep with him that no one else could ask for, but she 'kicked' the emperor out in this way.
But I didn't regret it in my heart, just because I could keep that person's innocence and wait for his promise.
Axiu came in in a hurry and saw Mo'er kneeling on the ground, looking haggard. She quickly helped her up and said worriedly: "Princess, what happened? Why did the emperor leave us in anger?"
Mang Palace.”
This is a palace specially built by the emperor for her. Because she is called Princess Tianmang, the palace is also named Tianmang. He actually cares about her. Otherwise, he would not have sent 800 royal guards to pick her up or canonize her.
She was a second-grade Zhaoyi, and she would not change the palace to her name. However, there were three thousand beauties in the harem, and she had no intention of competing with others for favor. She kept his great love in mind.
Mo'er sat in front of the bronze mirror, her slightly tired face reflected in the dim mirror.
Axiu stood behind her and took off the complicated bridal decorations on her head and the bright red wedding robe.
"Princess, I heard that the emperor went to the Liuli Palace. Concubine Hua in the Liuli Palace is the most favored concubine at the moment. Her father, Prime Minister Hua, has so much power that even the queen wants to give her a thumbs up."
Mo'er scolded lightly: "Where did you get this information from? Don't listen to other people's gossip and get into trouble."
Axiu stuck out her tongue and took a hot towel to wipe her face.
Mo'er took it and wiped it gently a few times, then rinsed her mouth with mouthwash.
"Princess, are you tired? I have made all the bedding."
"Yes." Mo'er walked towards the bed, but her thoughts were spinning a thousand times. As soon as she closed her eyes, his shadow appeared in front of her. The loneliness and sadness in his eyes were like a thin rope twisting her heart.
Ye Hen, can I really wait for you?
Early the next morning, a chamberlain came to deliver the news that the emperor's new concubine was going to Fengyi Palace to pay respects to the queen and other concubines. Mo'er didn't understand the rules of the palace, so she asked Axiu to dress her up and then went to the chamberlain's house.
Take the lead to Fengyi Palace.
Fengyi Palace was very lively. It turned out that in addition to the queen and the fourth concubine, many concubines were there.
She was not familiar with these people. Under the guidance of the chamberlain, she paid tribute to the queen and the fourth concubine. The concubines whose rank was not as high as hers also paid tribute to her one by one. After bowing in such a circle, not only did she have a layer of fragrant sweat on her body, but also
The etiquette in the palace is complicated and not as bold as in the desert. She needs to be cautious in her words and deeds, and cannot make any mistakes.
"Hey, sister Mo'er is really beautiful, even my own Fengyi Palace is so beautiful." The queen said with a smile.
"My sister is absolutely right. I have never seen such a beautiful person. Is my sister really born in the desert? I heard that the people in the desert are rude and unrestrained, not even close to my sister." The speaker was Concubine Hua Guifei.
She was the emperor's favorite concubine as Axiu said. Although she was praising her, Mo'er could not see the jealousy in her eyes.
She smiled lightly and said, "The imperial concubine has praised her, but Mo'er's beauty is not as good as that of other empresses."
While the concubines were talking and laughing, they suddenly heard a voice, "The Emperor has arrived."
Everyone immediately knelt down on the ground. Mo'er knelt behind the crowd. She couldn't see the man's clothes flying, but could smell the fragrance on his body.
He sat upright on the royal chair, holding the queen's catkins in his hand, and said with a smile: "All the beloved concubines are as tall as they are."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Mo'er stood up with everyone, but kept her head down.
"Your Majesty, has Sister Mo'er brought anything strange? Why don't you bring it out for us sisters to appreciate and appreciate." During the chat, Concubine Hua suddenly suggested.
The emperor's eyes briefly glanced at Mo'er, and there was no emotion or anger in his voice, "Does Mo'er have any treasures to bring?"
Mo'er had no intention of listening to them. When she was mentioned at this time, she had to kneel down again. Her father said that the emperor of Chu Zhao State loved two things most, the sword and the night pearl. So she replied: "Go back to the emperor, Mo'er."
I brought the sword of the desert with me and wanted to present it to the emperor."
"Sword?" The emperor raised his eyebrows, with sarcasm in his eyes as if he had seen all the wonders in the world, "Bring it up."
Axiu hurriedly took the sword and handed it to Mo'er. Mo'er then passed the sword to the emperor's chamberlain, who knelt at the foot of the steps and presented the sword to the emperor with both hands.
Concubine Hua was most happy to be in the limelight. She quickly walked over, picked up the sword, put it in the emperor's hand and said, "Looks like this, there's nothing special about it."
The emperor remained silent. He held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the sword body with the other. He drew out the sword halfway with a loud sound. The sound of the sword coming out was like the roar of a dragon, which was heard by everyone in the Fengyi Palace.
The cold light is like frost, the sword light is like a rainbow, and the emperor's young handsome face is clearly reflected on it.
A flash of surprise flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he praised: "What a sword."
Mo'er breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, hoping that after presenting the sword, she wouldn't be blamed anymore. Unexpectedly, Concubine Hua said again: "I heard that people from the desert are good at shooting on horseback and have great martial arts, and women from the desert can also dance."
Jian, I wonder if sister Mo'er can dance a song for us sisters?"
Just as Mo'er was about to dodge, the emperor said calmly: "My concubine's suggestion is very good. I also want to enjoy the sword dance in the desert."
When the musicians heard what the emperor said, they immediately put on their instruments.
Mo'er secretly sighed and had to stand up slowly.
The middle of the hall is paved with fine short-haired carpets, embroidered with pictures of flowers blooming, which is luxurious and noble.
Mo'er stood in the middle of the blanket, not looking at anyone. The servant put the wound in her hand. She thought deeply for a moment and slowly pulled out the sword.