Imperial Favour

That night, the night sank into the sky, and at the same time immersed in the palace wall. Tang Zhuozhuo was originally thinking about waiting for Huo Qiu, but he was very tired when he was eating.

When Huo Qiu arrived, the beauty's blushing lips were stained with some liquor, which was sweet and fragrant, and the liquor glowed with attractive water as her lips squirmed.

When he glanced at the wine cup on the table, and then saw the beauty now drunk, Huo Qiu's throat was stained with dryness.

"Your master drank alcohol?"

Zi Huanfu got over and said with a smile: "The empress was originally sitting and waiting for the emperor. When she was waiting, she suddenly wanted to eat some wine. The servants took the least intoxicating fruit wine and didn't want her to take a few sips. Still drunk."

Huo Qiu couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this.

With a slight wave of his hand, the people in the room retreated with great eyesight.

The man just stood there without speaking, and it was like a bright and cold moon on the horizon. Tang Zhuozuo was slightly awake, blinked, and then bent his eyebrows.

The scar on her face has long since disappeared, and now her face is no longer smooth and white, and under the light of the light, it exudes a dry and lustrous glow.

Huo Qiu looked at her babbling and lazy beauty, leaning against the door and slowly softening her eyebrows, but those bright yellow boots with a golden thread dragon pattern were motionless, a dozen steps away from her.

As soon as he did not move, Tang Zhuozuo smiled, and beckoned at him with a very small voice, but extremely delicate.

"come here."

Huo Qiu raised his sword eyebrows. He had never been treated this way by a woman before, which opened his eyes.

Having said that, he walked a few steps forward as if uncontrollably with his feet, and before he reached her, he crashed into a petite limp in his arms.

He practiced martial arts all the year round very stable, and when he was calm, he pulled people up, and said in a deep voice, "I'm getting more and more foolish."

Tang Zhuozuo raised his head, his beautiful eyes were sparkling with water, and he frowned and stretched out his pink fingers to nod the dragon pattern on his chest, muttering with great dissatisfaction: "Why is your Majesty so fierce again?"

Huo Qiu heard her complain, shaking her chest a few times, and caught her restless little hand.

This little thing is now more and more lacking in conscience, and all kinds of grievances and complaints come out. How can he be more aggressive than her?

Where is he willing?

Obviously, I can't wait to put a lifetime of warmth and patience on her.

"Does it hurt?" Huo Qiu straightened her pink peach noodles, frowned and rubbed the forehead that she had hit hard, with a little bit of petting and distress in his voice.

Tang Zhuozhuo flushed even more, feeling a little hot in the room.

She drank some alcohol and was slightly drunk, and her soft body now seemed even more soft and boneless, and she was about to slip from his arms several times.

Gradually, the atmosphere in this room became a bit charming.

Huo Qiu was forced by her fruity snort to make her throat tight, and she took her soft as dough body with one hand, and said in a dumb voice: "I will take you to the bed to sober up."

Saying that we must call people to prepare sober soup.

All the words he was about to say were blocked by a tender finger.

Tang Zhuozhuo's index finger was fragrant, and his eyes were both charming and charming. He grabbed the clothes on his chest and emphasized earnestly: "The concubine is not drunk."

To prove that she was not drunk, she struggled to stabilize herself, frowned and showed him her clothes.

Huo Qiu had noticed this flaming red dance costume when he came in. It was dotted with starlight, and it was gorgeous to the extreme. It was just right to wear on the little petite bag. The two complemented each other perfectly. It was called Tai Shan Beng Yu Ding Ye. The eyes of Emperor Chongjian who could not change his face were also blurred for a moment.

"Courier concubine dance to the emperor."

She lifted her chin and smiled, pointing to the flute on the side, and smiling: "Your Majesty has played the flute for fun."

Huo Qiu's gaze also fell on the jade flute, and the woman in front of him was charming to the bone, but he had never seen her dancing. Now she asked herself, why would he not accompany him?

However, the selfishness in the bones is still, here only he and her.

In this way, Emperor Chongjian was naturally extremely happy.

The sound of the flute curled up, like a skylark rising into the sky in the morning, long and comfortable. At this time, Tang Zhuozhuo frowned, his feet were unstable, but he quickly stood up on the tabletop.

Huo Qiu's expression changed, and the pitch of the flute's tone was much higher.

She is really drunk.

With a wave of Tang Zhuo's red sleeves, a beautiful silhouette appeared, but that was all.

The soles of her feet turned, and there were blurred light between her eyebrows and her eyes, which was only two or three steps away from Huo Qiu. She stopped dancing when she said that she hadn’t danced. She just turned her head to look at him and smiled. The smile set off her eyes with tears and tears. Of course.

Huo Qiu looked away, and the knuckles of fingers on the jade flute were so hard that they turned white, and she was almost forced to mess up all the measures.

Tang Zhuozuo squinted slightly, too proud of herself. She gently stroked the man's cold face with a gentle touch. Seeing his sudden deep gaze, his head was buried in his chest full of faint ambergris. .

The tune was still going on, although she was forced to intermittently, but at any rate, when the song ended, Huo Qiu felt a small group of squirming in his arms, and his brows were soft and unspeakable.

"Sleepy?" She has soft hair and feels great to touch her hands, like a little beast with soft claws, so well-behaved that he also softened all his heart.

Tang Zhuozuo was silent for a moment, and Ji Er raised his head to look at him. Tears flickered in the corner of his eyes. The man's body suddenly stiffened, and his face became cold and he wanted to ask questions. He listened to her grievances and said: "This song of love, your majesty plays The wrong tune is enough to show the perfunctory treatment of the concubines."

Huo Qiu was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth with anger.

She didn't make people worry for a moment, a faint glance was enough to make him lose all control, and barely finished the song, but made this little faceless meal so ridiculous.

But the next moment, Tang Zhuozhuo's eyes were bent into crescent shapes, and her mouth seemed to contain honey. She said, "But it's fine, my concubine is very happy."

With a husky, low, and timid sentence, she was obviously the one who drank, but Huo Qiu felt that he was also slightly drunk.

For a moment, he tightened his arms and hugged the little girl tighter, his voice sounded like a tightly pressed string, "Just like Jiaojiao and happy."

Tang Zhuozuo withdrew from his warm embrace, pointed at the wine and vegetables prepared on the table with his slender fingers, hooked the man's little finger, and said: "The concubine will ask someone to prepare it. Is the emperor interested in drinking some small wine? "

Huo Qiu sat down with his robe, nodding slightly, and seemed to ask casually, "Jiaojiao wants to drink me down?"

"Naturally not, your Majesty can take a break after drinking this Hexi Jiu." Tang Zhuozhuo's face was a little red, and the hand holding the wine glass shook slightly.

The smile on Huo Qiu's face slowly stagnated. He didn't seem to understand the meaning of the words, and he asked for an unprecedented, "Heyu wine?"

"Don't drink, don't drink anymore." Tang Zhuo's ears were red, and he stretched out his hand to **** the small wine glass in front of him, and was wrapped in the warm and wide palm of the man.

"Does Jiaojiao know what she's talking about?" Huo Qiu held her hand with amazing strength, and countless storms brewing in her pair of black pupils forced her to look directly at herself.

Tang Zhuozhao only pursed his lips without speaking, and finally lowered his head.

"The concubine remembered that on the wedding night, he overturned the Hexijiu by accident."

For a moment, she made a low voice, and there was a trace of mist in her eyes, looking at the expression on the cut surface.

The expression on Huo Qiu's face was completely solemn.

On their wedding night, the red lanterns outside were hung over the branches of the window, and fireworks bloomed in the night sky, but the two of them overturned the wine with a cold face, and the other was indifferent to clean up the situation.

Huo Qiu and Tang Zhuozhuo were both worried about the cup of Heyan wine.

He didn't know what her mood was at the time, so naturally he didn't want to force her to drink. He married everyone back. Drinking or not drinking is the same.

But at the bottom of my heart, it is regrettable.

"So Jiaojiao is planning to supply me with a glass of Hebu Jiu today?" The woman sitting opposite had a beautiful face, and she seemed to be a little more open, and she was even more charming than when she married him.

Tang Zhuozhuo's slender eyelashes flicked a few times, and then nodded invisibly, and said, "If the emperor doesn't want..."

She didn't go on with the next words, but the smile on the corners of her lips was a little obvious, and the Xia Hong on the back of her face was even more glaring.

She knows better than anyone else, he will not refuse.

The fact is true, even though Emperor Chongjian felt that he was losing the face of the emperor, he still responded.

Don't say it's a drink, even if there is a glass of poisoned wine before him at the moment, he is afraid that he can drink it willingly.

Huo Qiu slowly curled the corners of his lips and released Tang Zhuozhuo's hand.

The wine is sweet and the mouth has a long aftertaste. Tang Zhuozuo smiled at him with his cheeks in his hands as soon as he finished drinking. The night breeze slowly blew in, messing up a strand of black hair, and disturbing the hearts of a couple of people.

"Your Majesty was born beautiful." She thought for a while, then tilted her head to add, "It's not much more than a concubine."

Huo Qiu was praised by her for the second time. He still remembers that the first time was when the emperor grandmother was celebrating her birthday. At that time, she still had a sense of fear for him. She was timid, and did not have the current arrogance. .

"Jiaojiao is happy."

The man's breathing was a bit ambiguous, and he was extinguished in the candlelight. Huo Qiu had to bear it till now, and it was really hard, but he was really moved by this little squeamishness.

Hew wine, and his Jiaojiao.

Tang Zhuozuo was sleepy long ago. The fruity aroma and wine smell all over his body, and his body was so soft that he was embarrassed by Huo Qiu before he fell asleep on the bed.

At night, she was forced to wake up.

The wind surging outside the hall and the leaves rustling, Tang Zhuozuo raised his hand and knocked over a white jade vase standing next to the couch. The vase rolled down a few times, and the fragments suddenly scattered all over the floor.

The people outside the hall heard the sound of the vase falling, and shouted hesitantly: "The emperor, do you want a slave to come in and wait?"

"Go!" The sweat on Huo Qiu's forehead dripped down, like the wax of a red candle. Tang Zhuozuo couldn't help but whimper with every drop.

The people outside the hall suddenly fell silent, and didn't dare to say a word.

She called out like a little beast, humming softly and charmingly, the man lurking in the night was even more excited.

Her skin is like the finest porcelain jade, which is just as admirable. Huo Qiu stroked her thick ink-like hair, her voice was dumb, and she had to ask every word: "Heyan wine is made up, Jiaojiao will Don't plan to make up a flower night for me?"

Tang Zhuozuo was forced to cry almost. Where would they need to make up for Hua Zhuye?

This man really doesn't want to be skinny!