I’m Determined To Be the Dark Moonlight

Wenting Pavilion has been the place where emperors and ministers discussed important military matters since Emperor Wen.

Among the concubines who entered this place, apart from the empress dowager who favored the sixth palace, there was only Weiying.

Wei Ying followed behind the emperor, staring at the thin back of the little emperor.

The emperor only wore black uniforms, his back was straight, and the black silk clothes were tied with vermilion Yingluo, which made his waist so thin that it could not be grasped.

The more Weiying looked at it, the more she felt that the emperor was not like a man, but like... an intersex man!

No wonder he put Buddhist scriptures in his study, and he no longer had that worldly desire.

She stared for a while, and saw that the emperor's body shook slightly, revealing a bit of unnatural tension, she raised her head curiously, and faced the man sitting on the couch drinking tea.

Most of the men are not confused, and they look a bit like the Queen Mother.

He was sipping tea with his eyes down, when he heard the voice, put down the tea cup, raised his head and smiled at the emperor: "Your Majesty."

The emperor's tone was very respectful: "Teacher, you are here."

For a long time when the little emperor first entered the palace, Gong Hongbo served as the emperor's teacher, personally teaching the little emperor.

The emperor was always in awe of him.

Gong Hongbo glanced at the girl following the emperor, and frowned without a trace.

Wei Ying was not at all afraid of this powerful uncle, she bowed with a smile and crowded with the emperor.

Gong Hongbo remembered that he had received a tearful accusation from Zhang Ke and other officials as soon as he returned to the court, his fingers slightly bent, and he buckled the table: "I heard that His Majesty was whipping hundreds of officials in front of the Taihe Gate?"

The emperor stiffened: "They asked for it."

Wei Ying leaned beside her, nodding her head if it mattered, and adding, "I've never heard such a strange request."

The emperor echoed: "I have never heard such a strange request. I can't bear to execute the adults, so I have to try my best to satisfy them."

Gong Hongbo was speechless for a long time after they sang and talked, and remembered what Zhang Ke and the others said while weeping—

"Your Majesty, it's fine for him to beat us. He also sends imperial physicians to see us every day. It costs 100 taels per visit!" Zhang Ke cried like a sixty-year-old child: "Uncle Guo, you Look at this nonsense? Is it reasonable? My salary in January is only 10 taels, and if I have to feed a family, young and old, and servants with so many mouths to eat, he, he will be fined 100 taels at once."

Zhang Kui stretched out a finger aggrievedly, poked his chest, took a deep breath, and cried, "I listen, I feel distressed when I listen to it! I was so scared that I limped with injuries the next day. Just go to the court, for fear that the imperial doctor will come again, look at my butt, I can't even sit on a stool."

Gong Hongbo clenched the porcelain cup tightly, thinking to himself, it's too bad.

He said lightly: "After all, Master Zhang is a veteran of the two dynasties. He served the emperor back then. Even if he did something wrong, His Majesty should not punish him so severely. I have pity on his age. Now he can't sit on a hardwood chair, and he can only sleep. I can sleep on my side."

Wei Ying's eyes widened: "How does Master Gong know that Master Zhang can't sit on a hardwood chair? Have you seen his butt?"

The emperor bent his brows and eyes, bowed his head and laughed, so that his body trembled slightly.

Gong Hongbo's eyes darkened, he took a sip of tea before he came back, gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't seen Master Zhang's ass." He glanced at the little emperor who couldn't bear to laugh, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, the harem is not allowed to do politics, this It's Zu Xun, have you forgotten?"

The emperor embraced Wei Ying's waist and put his hands on her waist, "Concubine Ai only cares about Mr. Zhang's body."

Wei Ying lowered her head and said very modestly: "My concubine is just sharing the worries for Your Majesty. It's not like the uncle of the country who manages every day for the country and the people, and doesn't forget to care about Mr. Zhang..." She suddenly widened her eyes, and then giggled.

The emperor couldn't help but smile slightly.

Gong Hongbo's face was as black as charcoal, and he emphasized again: "I didn't look at Lord Zhang's ass! I don't have that kind of hobby!"

Emperor: "Teacher, you think too much. Concubine Ai doesn't mean that."

Wei Ying nodded, her expression innocent, and whispered in the emperor's ear, "Why does Uncle Guo care so much about the one from Lord Zhang?"

She lowered her voice, but Gong Hongbo still heard it.

Gong Hongbo clenched his sleeves, his face sinking like water: What should I do, I'm so angry!

He was so angry that he stared at the screen not far away. The screen was painted with pictures of the four beauties. After watching it for a while, he was convinced that he still liked women, and he had no idea about Master Zhang's **** at all.

Beautiful and seductive, the demon concubine ruins the country!

Gong Hongbo is very angry, but he is a dignified uncle, and he can't care about a weak girl. Besides, he is here to discuss national affairs with the emperor. Why does the topic get farther and farther?

The emperor tugged at Weiying's sleeve, motioning her to stop nonsense, and at the same time comforting the uncle who was about to run wild: "Teacher is here late at night, what's the matter?"

Gong Hongbo's expression softened slightly, and he said solemnly, "That's right. The day before yesterday, General Pei won many battles and defeated Bei Jue. There was news of Bei Jue's request for peace, but he wanted to draw a line with our dynasty."

The emperor sat lazily, holding his head in his hands: "Delineate the border?"

Since ancient times, Beijue and Dasheng have not had a definite frontier on their borders. Generally, it is assumed that Zhuomu Lake occupies half of the two countries, and the center of the lake is the boundary. As for the large grasslands by Zhuomu Lake, because Beijue often rides He came to harass the residents of the northern border with an iron cavalry, and the borderline was uncertain.

Yun Shao thought about it and asked, "What do you think of the teacher?"

Gong Hongbo: "Gong is in the contemporary era, and it will last forever."

Yun Shao saw Wei Ying, and the girl sat obediently beside her, without any thought of expressing her opinion. The light fell on the girl's soft face, she looked a little dazzled, and quietly reached out from under her sleeve to hook Weiying, wanting to hold Yingying.

The back of Weiying's hand was inadvertently touched by a cold fingertip. She slapped her backhand without thinking about it.

"Clap!" A loud slap sounded in Wenting Pavilion.

The emperor aggrievedly retracted the back of his hand that was slapped red, and frowned, like a little beast that was only reprimanded by its master.

Gong Hongbo didn't even look at it, "Your Majesty?"

The emperor snorted and replied with a nasal voice: "Beijing's matter, the teacher can handle it as you see fit."

Gong Hongbo: "Next spring, the envoys of the Northern Jue will come to Shengjing to draw a line with our dynasty. Recently, the frontier war has subsided, General Pei has triumphed, and the teachers will return to the dynasty. We must start preparing for the reward."

The emperor lowered his eyes, only looking at the back of his red hand, "Teacher has the final say."

Gong Hongbo raised his eyes and looked at Wei Ying, his dark eyes lit up by the lights, "There is one more thing, this minister should not worry about His Majesty's private affairs, but, His Majesty, don't indulge in women's **** and delay state affairs."

Wei Ying couldn't help laughing, thinking to herself, a person who stuffed all three women in the family into the harem actually asked the emperor not to indulge in women's lust.

She pulled the emperor's smooth and cold silk clothes, raised her head and said, "Yeah, Uncle Guo is right. Your Majesty, like Uncle Guo, you should be more sympathetic to the ministers and care about Lord Zhang..." She said with a small face. Red, showing a "giggling" smile.

Gong Hongbo's face turned black, he gritted his back molars, and said word by word, "I didn't look at Lord Zhang's ass!"

Emperor: "Why is the teacher so angry? Even if you read it, it doesn't matter."

Gong Hongbo: "I don't have this! I like women!"

Wei Ying tilted her head, her eyes filled with curiosity: "What is Uncle Guo thinking, who said that Uncle Guo has the habit of breaking his sleeves?"

The emperor sang with her: "Whoever spreads rumors and dares to slander the teacher will be dragged out and beheaded!"

Gong Hongbo: ... life is counted as Liao again.

The man got up, bowed his hands to the emperor, and did not bow to the courtiers. He only said, "It's late at night, the ministers will leave first. Your Majesty should rest early.

The emperor nodded: "Teacher should also take care of your health."

Weiying: "Pfft."

Gong Hongbo's eyes went dark, his body swayed, and he held on to the screen to stand firm.

He always felt that these two people were implying something, but he couldn't refute it! It's like a stick in the throat, like a needle felt like a thorn in the back!

Gong Hongbo left Wen Ting Pavilion in a hurry. He had never been so embarrassed before. After walking so far, he seemed to be able to hear the devilish laughter behind him.

He stood on the platform made of white marble, the night wind blew coldly, and the dark clouds covered the bright moon.

Blown by the wind, he finally seemed to have forgotten that magical laughter.

Gong Hongbo, a powerful minister of the first generation, never imagined that one day he would flee in a panic in front of someone. His eyes were dazed, and his mind was full of Master Zhang's ass.

hateful!

The day before yesterday, my two daughters wrote to me saying that His Majesty has a new favorite in the palace, but he hasn't taken it to heart yet. Now it seems...

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he smiled lightly.

After the man left, only Wei Ying and the emperor were left in Wen Ting Pavilion.

Wei Ying took the opportunity to touch the pile of memorials and wanted to retrieve her own "Love in the Harem". The memorials are thinner than the text, so they are easy to separate - if Emperor Dog hadn't stuffed some Buddhist scriptures into this pile of memorials. It's not difficult to find such strange things.

Shouldn't be difficult...

Bar?

With her blurred vision, Wei Ying fought hard to watch the maid touch the concubine's bed. Touching and touching, she touched the emperor's hand, which was cold, delicate and smooth, like a piece of jade.

The emperor's voice was aggrieved: "Concubine Ai, you just made my hand hurt."

Wei Ying held the dog's paw of the dog emperor, "Why did Your Majesty put his hand into the fold?"

Emperor: ...I don't want you to touch it yet.

But she couldn't say it no matter what, she was also the king of a country, so she had to have some face.

She hesitated for a while, pursed her lips, and said softly, "I take this book."

Wei Ying let go, "Your Majesty, take it."

The emperor was silent, bit his lip, her little face turned red and white, and even Wei Ying was short-sighted when she saw the mosaic of all things, and she could feel the mosaic in front of her constantly changing color. She leaned closer and narrowed her eyes. Think about how many colors Kangkang's mosaic can turn into.

The emperor took a deep breath, looked down at the back of his reddish hand, and said in a pitiful voice, "My hand hurts."

Weiying: "Huh?"

"...It will be good if the concubine loves to blow it."

What is the use of the face of a king of a country, or the hand of a concubine is more fragrant.

Wei Ying was so frightened that she took a few steps back, her back against the screen of the four beauties, and she thought to herself, could it be that the last time at Yujingxuan was disgusting to the dog emperor, so he deliberately used the same method to disgust himself? This dog emperor, isn't it just a show, she can't lose!

She adjusted her mentality, quickly entered the state, and pushed open the window next to her, "Your Majesty, I'll give you a blow."

After a while, the emperor who was blown away by the cold night wind in the late autumn: ... Forget it.

Wei Ying: "Does Your Majesty still play?"

The emperor lowered his eyes, closed the window silently, and tried to close the distance from another angle: "Thank you Yingying tonight, the teacher tried several times to exit, but Yingying blocked me. I know that Yingying is always good to me. of."

Weiying opened her mouth, thinking to herself, he seems to have misunderstood something.

"Yingying is always good to me," the emperor repeated, with a faint and melancholy smile on his face: "But next time you don't have to be too sharp, in the deep palace, hiding your clumsiness is the best way. meet…"

Wei Ying interrupted the emperor and said sternly: "I know that I can't show my edge, but if there is a next time, I will do it again!"

The emperor's eyes widened, and there was a watery light in her eyes, and she thought sweetly and sadly, even if she knew that she would take such a risk, she was willing to stand up for me.

A throbbing surged up, her chest was numb, itchy, sour and sweet, and the fingertips under her sleeves trembled slightly, she wanted to touch the girl's cheek again.

After a long pause, the emperor asked softly, "You are like this because of me..."

Before the word "?" was spoken, the girl nodded heavily, "That's right, it's because of the light of the righteous path that scatters on the ground!"

After being kicked out of Wenting Pavilion by the emperor, Wei Ying closed her cloak in the bleak autumn wind, thinking sadly, after all, this world can't accommodate people who are too sincere, kind and beautiful. Life is not worth it. …

Born blind, I'm sorry.

However, the appearance of the emperor driving her away in anger made her think of her own European suction device for no reason.

She carried her ten blind boxes, and decided to go for ten consecutive draws today to comfort her wounded heart.

But after coming to the abandoned palace and wandering around, Wei Ying was unable to find her lucky star Bodhisattva.

She pouted and became even sadder, shrinking herself into a ball and rolling on the bed of the European appliance. This palace looks abandoned and deserted on the outside, but the inside is well taken care of. There is a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the bedding, like the moonlight brewed in the wine in the clear autumn of August.

While lying on the bed and arching, I accidentally arched something out.

When Wei Ying heard a crisp sound, she reached out to touch under the bed, and felt the shape of the ice-cold thing, her eyes became brighter and brighter—it was a suona!

Is the female ghost girl also a fellow person?

Her eyes lit up in a flash, she hugged the suona, and felt that her life had been sublimated.

Gong Douji: "Host, it turns out that your happiness is so pure and simple."

Wei Ying stroked the bright suona: "You don't understand, this is my childhood dream."

Gong Douji suddenly became awe-inspiring, "Dream?"

It hardly ever heard the word spoken by other missionaries.

Generally speaking, taskers travel around the world, they can only follow the program and not the heart, so in order not to be too addicted to the task, they will try their best to strip their emotions and humanity. People who have been taskers for a long time are more like AI than it is. They only think about how to complete the task, not other things that have nothing to do with the task.

The word dream is rarely heard, but it feels yearning.

Which AI doesn't want to become more human?

Wei Ying nodded, her tone rather melancholy: "Yeah, dream, when I was a child in the orphanage, the teacher asked us to write an essay and asked what our dream was. I wrote suona, and the teacher came to ask me why."

Gong Douji was also very curious: "Yeah, why?"

Wei Ying: "I said, because then I can send whoever I want to send away!"

Miyazaki was silent.

Weiying hugged the little suona, thinking of the sad thing, and said with grief: "Then the teacher beat me up and killed my dream."

Gong Douji: "...You also stifled my dreams, and I'm so sorry."

Weiying: "Very good, you have grown up!"

Gong Douji: "You too, you can send people away without suona!"

Since returning from the emperor that day, Concubine Xian secretly gave Wei Ying a batch of new popular words in Shengjing.

Wei Ying only read the first chapter of "The Love Story of the Harem" in her heart, but after having other scriptures, her desire to retrieve the love story also faded. Later, the emperor asked her to serve the bed, and she only shied away. If you are not in good health, you will stay in your room and read the script, or go to Baoyun Palace to practice swordsmanship with your concubine on horseback.

Falling very fast.

There seems to be an undercurrent in the courtroom, but for their concubines, they seem to be far apart.

Day after day, it went on like this, until one day, the imperial concubine neatly finished practicing a set of swordsmanship, remembered something, and mentioned: "It's almost the Queen Mother's birthday. Play, what is it?"

The author has something to say: today is also the emperor who diligently pushes the progress of love and Yingying who can destroy the progress bar in one sentence.

An article by Amway's super cute friend is a romance. I know that most of you don't read romance, but if it's not too troublesome, can you help me collect it? Please please. There are small red envelopes for the comments in this chapter, and small red envelopes will be randomly dropped from the comments in the future.

Here is the text:

"Pure Believer" by Zhong Yixiang

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During the seven years when he lost contact with Liang Xicheng, Zhou Yijia lived a free and unrestrained life.

After he came back, the eldest lady changed her mind and became kind.

However, the retribution was unhappy - on the wedding day, someone collected photos of her in high-profile and romantic scenes with different sexes in her early years.

The iron evidence is like a mountain, and there is no debate.

Zhou Yijia was dying: "They're just a bit like you..."

Liang Xicheng's eyes were soaked in fog, like the weak moonlight on a winter night, deserted and fragile.

His tone was low and soft, which made her tremble: "After finding so many substitutes, do you think I won't be angry?"

During the 20 years of acquaintance, they are the cinnabar mole in each other's heart.

-[The prayers of believers to God, God does not need to know. ]

Miss Swinger x Cool White Moonlight. Urban romance, childhood sweethearts, two-way crush.

[Author's Amway] Don't look at it as a BG, the author is a player who is committed to only abusing the male protagonist, and the female protagonist can enter with confidence!