Disgraced Consort

But, at the bottom of her heart, there was a subtle feeling. Why didn't she mention Mozhu?

Is he allowed to be complacent once, because Mo Zhu is a woman to her, not just a court lady?

In front of her, because of the water-soaked skirt, she tightly wrapped her delicate body, so that her curves were actually exposed. Now, she is no longer the green and delicate three years ago. It belongs to the woman ’s charming body, and her fascinating face.

Everything is beautiful.

But, only he understands that at this moment, his heart slammed, not only from these.

She was lying on the stairs. Of course, he could feel his eyes getting hotter and hotter, and the burning was about to ignite her, but she was so shy that she couldn't add to it. Here is the bathing pool, isn't it?

If he wants to thank her, should he choose a place with better memories?

Although she didn't have an unforgettable feeling for him, she had to have the feeling that she wanted to meet her body, but, at least, as his concubine, she still hoped that there could be something that she could recall a little bit, and this happened.

God, what is she thinking?

Her face was getting hotter and hotter, and she secretly leaned her hands towards the back stairs, and then she held on hard, and just about to get up, his hand stretched out towards her. She was shocked, is it really now ,it's here?

Without thinking, she quickly got up and walked back:

"Emperor, concubine for you--"

The next words were not finished, her body was firmly embraced from behind by him.

Why is his body so hot?

Could it be that he had a fever because of the hip-hop in the water at that time?

Isn't it her fault?

His hand embraced her tenderly, turning her body to him. He was so tall, she only reached his chin, and she found that his chin had a green beard residue.

From afternoon till now, she really looked at him carefully.

He has always been a neat and tidy emperor. Isn't it for her not to trim today?

When she saw the horse, she knew that it was the night that made the horse look so tired.

Actually, she is distressed, isn't she?

It was just that she would rather keep herself from thinking about this faint pain, only as if he had hurt her, and she felt guilty and only had pain.

But, now, at this moment, when she saw his beard dregs under her jaw, her nose clearly felt sour, her hands were shaking, and she touched the green beard dregs, whispered, in the voice, It is also an uncontrollable vibrato:

"It's my fault."

She no longer uses those titles, because these words come out at will.

"I was chased by a gangster, and I rolled down the hillside. I didn't know what happened to the Emperor Ye's honour. It was he who saved me, and—and" she frowned, saying the four words: "Yi Treat each other. "

These four words, concise and concise, are also what she wants to say to him.

I thought about what I wanted to say this afternoon.

"If the emperor doesn't believe it, he can order them to focus on guarding the concubine."

He said that if you order it later, there will still be it. So, can this also prove that she is still innocent?

He embraced her with a firm voice:

"I believe in you."

How could he not inform her, he knew that she used her to lead the group of gangsters away, but what he did not expect was that she would be forced to a desperate situation by them and fall off the hillside!

It hurts to hear her say it.

It hurts!

Following this, his fingertips touched the bandage on her forehead:

"I'm not good, just to tease you, but forget your injury."

These three words again, he believed her.

Really hate, why should he say these words? He didn't know, saying that would make her nose more and more sour, and the mist in her eyes would soon collapse.

She lifted her face so that the collapse would not shed, but only flowed back into her heart. She didn't want to shed any tears in front of him. In this palace, there are enough women weeping for him, why should she be one?

He hugged her again, and her tears suddenly couldn't be restrained. She bit her lip hard, Fang Shengsheng forced back, and he just hugged her and sat on the warm couch beside him, and then turned Leave.

But for a while, when he came back, he took the plaster, the moon-white porcelain bottle, and the colored ointment. He applied the medicine on her forehead meticulously and gently, and then his eyes stopped on her skin. There are also many wounds there. Although they started to heal, they still needed medicine, because the infiltration of Fang Cai undoubtedly washed away a lot of those ointments.

His fingertips rested on her veil, softly:

"If you can't take this medicine, let Mozhu take it for you, and the wound will heal in a few days."

He was still reluctant to cross this thunder pool, even though she had dropped all dresses before him.

However, he was unwilling to desecrate her.

Before he can't ask her purely, he hopes that she is complete, and this completeness is flawless, which is also his persistence.

However, this remark fell into her ears, but it had a different meaning.

She smiled faintly. She was thinking wildly. He didn't want her early in the morning, did he?

On several occasions, he was sleeping with her, never crossing.

She is really, why, today, just not self-control? Did he drink alcohol, or did she drink too much?

However, it does not matter.

He doesn't want her, she won't be sad.

Because she has no feelings for him.

Since childhood, she has always been clear about her love.

She will not fall in love with him because he is an emperor.

She will not fall in love with him because of his beauty.

She will not fall in love with him because he has the strongest power.

She will not fall in love with him because he can give her glory.

Identity, appearance, and power are the most pale and powerless claims, and they will not be her measure of love at all.

The person she loves,

It's simple, it's pure.

It was touched by his heart, then she could see his heart clearly, and only she existed in his heart.

Well, she fell in love with him.

In her eyes, he is better than anything.

Because she loves him, it's that simple and pure.

That is her, the love Nalan Xiyan wants to have.

So, now, she doesn't love him.

The love of the emperor will not be pure.

Just like, he has been affectionate to the first empress and to Muyou, can't he be said to be ruthless?

Her entry into the palace itself was a yin and yang error stemming from Mu Tao.

Loving the King of God is destined to be injured.

She didn't want to be injured.

Don't want to.

She took the bottle and thankfully and graciously:

"The concubine thanked Lord Long. The concubine himself can use the medicine without worrying about others."

The porcelain bottle was very cold, dispelling the warmth of her palm together, she gathered the slightly loosened placket, put the medicine bottle into the sleeve, took the dry cotton towel from the ice jade rack on one side Wipe off the drops of water for Xuanyuan, then, Fang said:

"The concubine took clean laundry for the emperor."

This time, even when facing his bare skin, she didn't have much timidity. After wiping the water stains on her body, she bowed back.

He didn't stop her because he didn't know how long he could restrain himself. He wanted her!

But he can't ask her!

He didn't want her to have anything. Xi Yanshan's loss was enough. If one more time, that time represents permanent loss, he thought, he had no courage to face it again.

This pain will not tear his heart the same as it did eight years ago. It will only, at every moment, eat away his firmness. Firmness is a necessary maintenance for an emperor.

Her blue silk spread out, covering her small face, also at this time, he saw that the blue silk, which was slightly dampened by the water soaked, hung down strand by strand, but the strand near her temples but Obviously shorter than the one on the side.

This was the night when Xi Linjia committed suicide. She stayed in order not to affect his stay. At that time, many green silks were scattered on the dragon couch, and also spilled into his heart.

In fact, she always thinks of others everywhere, which is her strength and her shortcomings. Her strength and her kindness gradually make him feel distressed, but he is used to hiding himself.

How long will he hide this time?

Knowing that indifferent to her is actually a kind of injury.

He approached her, the voice was so gentle:

"The tunic on your body is wet. If you hold it like this, it will catch cold. Let me take the medicine for you."

His hand deliberately or unintentionally passed the blue silk that she hung down. He could feel the cold touch of his fingertips, reaching his heart. A little pain.

Soft and painful.

"The concubine just painted it himself. The emperor took a break earlier. If he drank tonight, he would have a headache tomorrow. When that happens, there is something wrong with the negotiation of the covenant."

She is talking about the words of concern, but the voice is cold. She raises her face and smiles at him shallowly. Her smile is actually beautiful, pure, and clean. He likes to see her laugh, but most of the time She smiled only with a sense of restraint.

His hand moved to the side of her face, and a low voice murmured in her ear:

"Xi Xi, give me some time, okay?"

Yes, he hopes to give him a little more time to find a solution to his poisoning. Of course, this method is definitely not at the expense of her.

Therefore, he needs more time.

Also includes, restraining her desires for her.

She still smiled very lightly:

"The concubine is the drunk concubine of the emperor. The concubine is the emperor's all time since entering the palace. How about giving the emperor a little more time?"

Give him some time to forget the past feelings?

If you can really forget it, it means that he is a cool person.

So, for this sentence, she can only hide her sadness with a smile.

It turned out that she would also be surprised.

The hand that caressed her cheek changed from caressing to holding with her words, just like holding, the most precious gem in the world. He fixed her, and the shining stars in his eyes drew into her eyes, pulling her originally There was a little ripple in the calm eyes, perhaps because of his gaze, or perhaps because of what he was about to say:

"I want it, not this, not because I am an emperor, your husband, and take all yours for granted, I hope--

"The emperor hopes, does the concubine love the emperor with all his heart?" The ripples in her eyes overflowed into her heart, so that what she wanted to say in her heart was said without any cover.

She was too late to recover when she was alarmed.

Not to mention, she didn't want to take it back.

Tonight, he was drunk, and she was stunned by the bathing water.

This time, it was his turn not to know what to say. This sentence, she asked very thoroughly and understood that there was no pedantry. This is the real one.

Fading away the deliberately disguised, real her.

He took a deep breath, close to her face, he could smell her fragrance, although it was the fragrance of Tianxiang Gu, but still fascinated him.

It turned out that I didn't know where to start. Her incense, her people, had already been deeply stationed in his heart. The one in Anxian just made him face his heart even more.

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