Disgraced Consort

The hall door opened suddenly, accompanied by this sound, Xi Yan could not help shaking, the ice on the soles of her feet slipped, she screamed and fell back on her face.

This time, no one helped her.

Xuan Yuanyu stood at the gate of the temple, a distance away from the place where the ice basin was placed. Even if she ran to her with the fastest speed, she still fell heavily on the ground.

He only had time to lift her who fell to the ground. The voice suddenly was very gentle, with a trace of helplessness in the gentleness. He should not have expected that the scolding would scare her:

"Does it hurt?"

In fact, she is still not accustomed to his tenderness. Just now his scolding is more in line with the image in her heart, but she also accidentally fell because of that drink.

He didn't want to come out, but he came out of the big cake, still in front of him.

"The concubine didn't hurt, and the emperor was worried."

She spoke to him in this respectful tone, and she knew that he didn't like her devious style.

Because I know it, I do it on purpose.

In front of him, she began to deliberately or unconsciously make these little temperaments.

What happened to her?

And he didn't care about her politeness this time, and took her body by hand, her hand touched her foot, her heart was cold, but his hand was colder, he felt her eyebrows flicker , Covering his hands with a robe sleeve, gently rubbing her feet for her:

"This ice is too cold, and you have a cold and cold constitution, so greedy and cold, it is extremely hurt."

Of course she knew that she was Xuhan's physique, and she knew it when she was at Mufangan.

Therefore, she would feel pain every month when things came, and later, she learned to boil **** together with brown sugar, and when the moon came, she boiled it down so that she could get rid of the pain every month. .

But did he know?

Did he notice the time when the tide was three years ago?

Recalling that bowl of soup with **** flavor, her heart suddenly palpitated.

And that day he covered her cloak to cover the blood stained by her first wave on her skirt.

These nuances, she never remembered, but with his words today, just like this, filled her atrium.

Avoid inevitably remembering again.

She lowered her head, and howled:

"I wrote it down, and I won't be greedy in the future."

"In front of me, I forgot to call myself?" He said suddenly, coldly.

The throbbing in her heart suddenly turned into some chills. How did she get a good moment, so she didn't know the difference?

"minister--"

The rest of the words, she didn't say it again. She saw that his eyes had such a deep smile, his vortex emerged in front of her eyes, then, deeper and deeper, until she felt a faint.

His lips covered her, and she leaned back in his arms, making no more sound.

Her hand wanted to push him away, but, halfway through, she only stiffened in the air and couldn't push any more strength.

He kissed her tenderly, her lips and teeth blended, and her pulse relied, and she fell helplessly into his kiss, her thoughts blank.

He saw that her butterfly wings were trembling on the beautiful eyes of the mist and water, and Gu Panjian had turned into a charming, even though she said those words last night, with a decisive, but he did not Will let go.

Especially today, when he learned that Lumingtai, the land of the Dragon Kingdom of the Three Kingdoms, should have his antidote, he suddenly felt that everything was full of hopes and he did not need to let go.

Just like her in his arms.

It turned out that once in a while, his open heart was only her, only her!

In these 23 years, he really can't let go of a woman.

When he realized that she was fainting due to lack of air, he let go of her lips, and her lips were red and swollen as he kissed them, as if they were red with lipstick.

"Why don't you use lipstick?" He asked suddenly, and in his impression, she seemed to rarely dress herself up.

The woman is pleased with herself, is he not worthy of her?

"If the minister--"

"I allow you to use the titles in those palaces before me."

She bit her lip back, slightly away from his arms, and said:

"If I use lipstick, is the emperor willing to taste the lipstick on my lips?"

"It turned out that the drunk concubine was thinking for me."

She suddenly squinted and smiled, her eyes crooked like crooked crescents, just like that night at Xiyan Mountain.

"The emperor is accustomed to the lips of the Six Palace Fandai, what about the taste of the concubine?"

Saying this apparently ridiculous sentence, she suddenly realized that there was another rudeness in front of him.

Yes, this is not the first time. I do n’t know what to start from. She began to reveal more and more undisguised true temperament in front of him. Even, she would say these words without knowing any scruples.

"I just want to taste you."

Xuan Yuanyu continued her words, without any taboo.

"Is the emperor willing to abandon the sixth house for his concubine?"

She blurted out the question and waited for him to answer it immediately:

"Emperor, it's not early, it's time to change clothes."

She saw that he was still wearing a kimono, but the hem of the kimono clearly showed a trace of disharmony, the trace left by him rubbing her soles for her.

The answer to Fang Cai ’s sentence was not what she should ask for.

Since ancient times, there have been too few emperors in the Sixth Palace, and why should she ask him to do this for her?

Last night, after she said those words, she didn't have any qualifications to ask for it. Even if she retracted those words, she also didn't have the qualifications.

The rain and dew in the Six Palaces are another fundamental element for the emperor.

So, it's just her joke.

Her joke, it was too much.

He was silent and slowly stood up, then, leaving her in the partial hall, he went to the main hall alone to change clothes.

She was served by the palace, and put on the peacock skirt, the shoes were good shoes, the tip of the shoes, and the Dongzhu fell, shining into a rounded luster.

Facing the Linghua mirror, she uncovered the bandage on her forehead and used the ointment he prepared last night, plus the careful conditioning of Bai Linan a few days ago, the wound healed well.

But, after all, there are still traces, how to cover up on such occasions tonight?

Mo Zhu combed her high bun for her. She knew that the side of the maiden's temples had a little short hair, and there was a new wound on her forehead. Hua Tian, ​​caught around the hair, so that not only does not show the short hair, but also covers the new injury on the forehead, it also shows the chic and delicate.

"Ma'am, slave-servant put on peach makeup for you?" Mo Zhu asked softly after Pan Gong Gong.

"No," said Xi Yan, "just match this dress with makeup."

Peach blossom makeup is the favorite makeup of the concubine in the palace. Yu Wanyue is delicate and tender, and the makeup with this skirt is bound to be very luxurious. Although Mo Zhu only waited for this lady for a few days, she could also see , This lady doesn't like heavy makeup.

While hesitating, Xi Yan took the rouge from the case and put on her makeup carefully.

Mo Zhu quickly took it and said:

"Ma'am, come slave."

When Xi Yan appeared in front of Xuanyuan with thick makeup that had never been applied, Xuanyuanyu's eyes were stunning, and more, it was a deep feeling, this feeling, although fleeting, But still falling into the eyes of Xi Yan looking at him.

He approached her, his hand touching her forehead, and after the flowers on his forehead, he could smell the faint smell of medicine. These fragrances gave him a little peace of mind. If she ignored the wound for makeup, he would not allow her to do so.

He slowly stroked her towering hair bun, with bright golden swings on it, three on each side. He knew the weight of the golden swing, and Xi Linyu wore it when she entered the main palace. There are six golden steps on each side, and those steps are too heavy. After a day, she often makes her neck sore.

But what about him?

At that time--

It's useless to think about it again.

So, in the past, in the palace, he saw that she had been wearing a simple bun, and he never forced her to wear such cumbersome ornaments.

It turned out that from then on, he treated her differently after all.

But he didn't want to face it squarely.

Although, tonight, it was her, as his concubine, who accompanied him for the first time to attend such a banquet.

But, he really did not want her to suffer.

His hands touched those golden steps, one by one, all pulled out for her, her eyes were stunned, but, did not refuse.

She is always like this, even if it violates her heart, until she is forced to do so, she does not seem to know how to refuse.

Such she will live too tired.

He hopes to help her get rid of all the things that bind her, including these vulgar ornaments.

"Emperor--" she called softly.

He understands her, indeed, she is unwilling to wear these golden steps, too bright and too flashy, which blurs her eyes and makes her feel unbearable.

This call completely wiped out some of the haze in her heart.

He smiled slightly, and took something out of his palm, and placed it in front of her eyes, the colorful shells last night.

The only difference is that this shell is now polished into a hairpin by him.

"Is this for concubine?"

There was a surprise in her voice, and there was a sparkling wave of clear water at the bottom of her eyes.

He nodded his head and took her to the middle of the palace bun. The shell was originally fan-shaped, and the size was moderate.

"Those golden step shakes are not for you."

"But, that's a symbol of concubine status." She said this deliberately. Once upon a time, she still wanted to see that he was forbidden by her desire?

Sure enough, he was so angry that he condensed her, grabbed her hand, and walked to the dressing table on the side, where there were still a few evening flowers.

"You still deserve this flower."

Having said that, he picked up a few beautiful blooming Yanyan flowers, embellished on her palace bun.

She lowered her head and pouted her mouth, would she just match this flower?

The flowers are not red, and the night is even more beautiful.

Does he think that this layer is also included?

Thinking of this, she looked up slightly and smiled at Xuanyuanhuan:

"Thank you Lord Long, the concubine really likes this flower, even though it only blooms at this time, when it is white, it fades."

His face sank suddenly with her words, and the smile of Fang Cai was nowhere to be found, and his hand for her hairpin also froze.

She realized that the joke she made this time made him think she was heartless and heartless, which was really wrong.

If he really cares about her, will it be uncomfortable?

However, Xi Yan, this is such a flower of Monet.

Therefore, she likes Xiyanhua, likes its white and clean, but she doesn't like its flowering period.

Just like epiphyllum, it is not as good as epiphyllum.

I tried my best, but I couldn't make it, that was brilliant.

"You are like this flower in my heart, but it will not be limited to this flowering date. I promise you that I will cultivate a kind of flower that can bloom day and night."

Is this sentence sweet talk?

Why, she has no resistance to this sentence?

He said she suddenly believed.

Even if it takes her to cultivate such flowers, she will have no way to estimate the effort.

After all, even the weird and unpredictable gardener of the palace was never cultivated.

However, he is the emperor of a country, as long as he wants to do what he can do.

However, it depends on whether he wants to do it.

He, this time, really took care of her?

She lowered her face hastily, avoiding his gaze, even though there was sincerity that she could understand.

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