My Empress is My Bad Girl

Consort Chen moved the lotus step lightly, walked slowly to the outside, and stood in front of Zhao Yuanjing.

"Master..."

She whispered softly, her voice softly and softly, with a strong love for her.

Zhao Yuanjing looked up.

The scene in front of me is very eye-catching.

Under the pink and white translucent gauze skirt, there is a looming graceful body.

Concubine Chen's face was like a hibiscus, she was half ashamed, and what he saw was flying up to the clouds.

"Lord, look again, the concubine will not be able to lift her head." She bit her lip and looked up at him.

There was no expression on the prince's handsome face, and in the narrow and long phoenix eyes, there was a deep invisible color.

This made Chen Bianfei feel a little nervous.

She walked up to him, hung her head, and tried to touch him: "Master, it's late at night, let me undress you."

Zhao Yuanjing sat still.

Concubine Chen bit her lip and stretched out her hand to untie the bandage around his waist.

There was a strong fragrance from her.

Zhao Yuanjing was distracted.

He found that he was not even interested in his side concubine, who was known for her beauty.

Not only is there no interest, but a hint of irritability arises in my heart.

How is this going?

Zhao Yuanjing stood up, pulled Concubine Chen in front of her, and stared at her.

He didn't think he hated the beauty in front of him.

After all, he had once with her once. Although it was in the dark, he still knew what had happened.

How can I no longer be interested now?

"Master..." Concubine Chen's arm hurt a bit by him, and she couldn't help but remind her.

Zhao Yuanjing let go of her and said, "I think of something else, so rest yourself."

Consort Chen froze for a moment, and quickly took his arm: "Master, don't go!"

Zhao Yuanjing looked back at her.

Concubine Chen's eyes already had a mist, and she trembled: "Master, my concubine has been here for more than a year, so please... please feel your concubine."

If the prince is not interested in concubines, they will never have children.

For them, it is also very stressful.

After all, the most important thing about the royal family is the heir.

Zhao Yuanjing stopped, looked at her a few times, and walked away.

Walking outside Shanglin Garden, I could still vaguely hear the cry of Concubine Chen.

Liu Fuquan was sitting outside and dozing off, and when he saw his master coming out, he trot to keep up, "Master, where are you going now?"

He did not ask why the prince did not stay overnight.

In the past year, he has gotten used to it.

As the crown prince's number one confidant, Liu Fuquan still understands his master's mind.

Zhao Yuanjing said, "Go back to the sleeping hall."

He can now be sure that he still cannot feel for other women.

Except for the little cook in the kitchen.

...

The next day, Yundai woke up early as usual, carefully groomed her face in the mirror, and touched her clothes before she was half dry.

This time she entered the palace, she didn't bring any clothes, just a set and a set of palace maidservants given by Aunt Mo Chun.

Because I work in the kitchen, no one cares about the poor clothes.

As a last resort, she had to put on the old clothes she had brought.

As for Zhao Yuanjing's robe, which could neither be returned in broad daylight nor be discovered by others, she folded it up and wrapped it in cloth and tucked it under the sheets.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she made the dim sum as usual, and then began to prepare the ingredients for lunch.

Everyone is busy.

Aunt Song Mei walked in and smiled: "Mo Chun, come here, something good."

Song Mei is responsible for the affairs of the entire East Palace.

Mo Chun hurriedly wiped his hands and said with a smile: "What good thing?"