After being reborn, being alone as a queen

Mu Xiu woke up soon, but it could be seen that he really didn't sleep well, and there was a layer of dark blue visible to the naked eye.

He straightened his sleep-wrinkled robe, and said in a cold voice, "Are you awake? Do you have a headache? Do you want someone to make sober soup?"

Seeing that he had returned to his habitual indifference, Song Huaian lowered his eyelashes and covered his eyes: "No need, Your Majesty has a lot to do every day, so let's go as soon as possible."

Mu Xiu stared at him for a while, then his voice became colder a few degrees, and he said, "Are you driving me away?"

The corners of Song Huaian's lips raised slightly: "I don't dare."

Mu Xiu frowned, and leaned closer to him, with deep eyes: "Li Yuan, you disobeyed me in front of many courtiers, and I just imprisoned you for a few years, what do you want me to do?"

Song Huai'an was caught off guard when he heard his own words, his body shook slightly, he raised his eyelids, and said in a mocking tone: "Your Majesty is joking, this question should be asked by the humble minister, the humble minister's life was originally given by His Majesty, if you want to kill There is absolutely nothing wrong with killing the minister, I just ask His Majesty to give the minister a good time."

Mu Xiu was slightly stunned, and when they looked at each other, he could see the chill in Song Huaian's eyes.

There was an extremely subtle look of pain in the depths of his eyes, he slowly stood up straight, and asked: "It's no different between killing and cutting?"

Song Huai'an's resentment was filled with resentment, and he couldn't speak for a moment because of his unfamiliar tone. In the end, he just turned his head sideways, and replied stiffly: "Yes."

You are the one who wants to kill me, what are you going to do with your appearance of being wronged and beaten?

"Very good, Li Yuan, remember what you said today."

The smile on Mu Xiu's face was a little cold, and his expression was unpredictable. After saying this, he walked behind the screen

After a long while, there was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against the screen, which seemed to be preparations to change clothes.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Xiu hid the voice of the storm: "Don't let me get out! Are they all dead outside?"

The palace people outside the door seemed to wake up from a dream, and hurriedly opened the door and filed in one after another, some carrying water basins, His Majesty's court clothes, and some carrying breakfast.

A little eunuch brought a tray with court clothes to the side of the screen

Eunuch Zhao bowed to Song Huaian who was in a daze on the bed with a kind smile on his face: "My lord, the old slave is being polite."

Song Huaian glanced at him, Zhao Chengde has been with the Holy Driver since Mu Xiu ascended the throne, and the last time he followed Mu Xiu to the East Palace was a month ago.

He originally had some affection for the old man, but in view of what happened just now, he really didn't have a good face

"Mr. Zhao's words are too serious. I am alone in the body of a crime. I can't bear this gift from you."

Eunuch Zhao stood before the collapse and smiled meaningfully. He didn't say anything, and only gave the palace man behind him a wink.

The little eunuch brought water to the bed, knelt on the ground and said: "Master Prime Minister, please wash up."

Song Huai'an got up from the quilt, cleaned his face, and looked up stupidly: "Just a basin of water? Then your majesty..."

Isn't it necessary to let the dignified Ninth Five-Year Master cleanse his face with his own washing water...

Zhao Chengde said respectfully: "The little eunuch is not sensible at first, and the water is less boiled, why not make it easier for the Prime Minister today...?"

Song Huai'an glanced suspiciously at the crowd of courtiers with low brows and pleasing eyes, a little in disbelief, if such a big eunuch could really be mentioned to work with the emperor?He has hundreds of heads chopped off?

"I didn't mind at all, but you minded it first?"

Behind the screen, Mu Xiu, who was already dressed neatly, walked out with a cold face.

Nine soaring five-clawed golden dragons are embroidered on the bright yellow robe with exquisite workmanship. Golden waves flow in the sunlight. The long ink-splashed hair is tied with a golden dragon-patterned crown. The eyes are beautiful, as deep and dark as the sea in the middle of the night. , the nose is like a hanging bridge, and the lips are sharp and angular, which is very sexy.

If it weren't for the strong icy coldness in those eyes all the time, the number of people in the harem would have increased several times at least.

Song Huaian pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes: "I dare not."

"Is there anything in this world that you dare not do?"

Mu Xiu glanced at Zhao Chengde, and the latter led a group of palace people out in a playful way.

An indescribable sense of crisis suddenly rose in Song Huaian's heart, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Mu Xiu let out a sneer, and watched him retreat to the bed, unable to avoid it.

"Li Yuan, are you afraid of me?" Seeing that Song Huaian didn't speak, he took a few steps closer, his voice was low and sweet: "Afraid of what I'm doing? Are you afraid that I will kill you? Or are you afraid of what I will do to you?"

Song Huaian didn't know why, so he looked at his approaching face: "Your Majesty, what are you talking about?"

Mu Xiu's expression froze slightly, and then distanced himself from him

"It's nothing, I'm going to court first."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave

"Your Highness." Song Huaian suddenly said

Logically speaking, it is extremely rude to call an emperor who has already enthroned as emperor His Highness.

But at this moment, Mu Xiu felt that the heart that had been frozen in his chest for many years suddenly came to life, and the sound was almost deafening.

His footsteps stopped for an instant, and he tried his best to stabilize his voice so as not to reveal his emotions.

"What's the matter?"

"..." Song Huai'an was silent for a moment, and finally said: "I still only ask for that matter. If you want to kill the humble minister, I will have no choice but to ask Your Highness... Seeing that you and I are with you Give this humble official a good time in terms of love for many years, and locking him in the East Palace like this will damage your reputation."

Mu Xiu's blood was frozen in the bitter frost.

His back was facing Song Huai'an, so Song Huai'an didn't know his state of mind at all, and continued to speak: "I know very well the reason why a cunning rabbit dies like a dog. If it is His Highness, I am willing to die."

Mu Xiu's heart was like a bucket of ice water poured down his head, and then an uncontrollable anger rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Almost irrationally, he turned around and grabbed Song Huaian's collar, slamming it hard. Overwhelmed on the bed.

"Song Liyuan!" He almost yelled out the name with a tone of gritted teeth.

Song Huaian's back hit the hard bed firmly, feeling extremely painful

Before his brain started to think about what happened just now, he was startled by Mu Xiu's tone again.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly raised to meet those indifferent eyes that were almost bloodshot

Just as he was about to speak, his lips were blocked fiercely.

"Well...!"

"Ugh!" Mu Xiu let out a muffled snort.

When Song Huai'an realized what he had done, there were only two words in his mind - it's over.

He beat up the current emperor, even if His Highness didn't kill him this time, the spittle of civil and military officials and common people would be enough to drown him.

He is still bewildered

Mu Xiu had already stood up, covering his left face with his palm, standing in front of the bed and looking at him, his eyes as dark as an abyss without any waves.

He is not angry?

No, maybe not not angry, just thinking how to kill me.

Except that Muxiu often ran to the East Palace at the beginning, they have rarely seen each other in recent years

Song Huai'an suddenly realized at this time that this man has really changed a lot since he ascended the throne.

"I... just lost my mind, I'm sorry, what you just said, I promised you."

After leaving such a sentence, Mu Xiu turned his head and left in a hurry.

? !

Song Huaian opened his eyes wide in astonishment

Perhaps Zhao Chengde asked someone to re-boil the hot water while the two were just talking. When Mu Xiu walked out of Song Huaian's bedroom, everything was ready, including breakfast.

Seeing the broken corner of Mu Xiu's mouth, Eunuch Zhao felt very distressed: "Your Majesty?! Someone tell the imperial physician..."

Mu Xiu raised his hand to stop him, and said coldly: "No need, don't say anything at this time, otherwise you will be killed without mercy."

"Your Majesty..."

"If you spread the word out, you don't need the heads of everyone present today."

"Your Majesty...then go to court?"

"Today, the morning curtain will be lowered."

"Old slave obeys the order."

That night, there was a torrential downpour in the capital, and the rain hit the glazed tiles of the East Palace, making a crisp sound.

The candle flames were kept shaking by the cold wind mixed with rain, and several candles were extinguished

And once it goes out, Song Huaian will walk over with a good temper and light it up again

So back and forth, tirelessly.

After Mu Xiu left in the morning, Song Huaian felt that the hidden guards outside the East Palace had quietly withdrawn after about half a stick of incense.

He promised him, and he did.

So are you going to kill yourself next?

Song Huaian was wearing a big cloak embroidered with auspicious clouds and cranes and sat on the main hall, thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

On the long table in front of him, Zihao in his hand was writing like a spirit, and a picture of Yu Dongdong Palace was presented on the rice paper in an eloquent manner.

It's just that he was a little restless, and he was a little worried that he had acted too hard this morning. His Highness probably just had too much state affairs.

A slender figure came gracefully holding an umbrella, walking lightly, like strolling in a courtyard.

Song Huaian knew it wasn't him.

Sure enough, the person walked down the corridor, put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and saw Song Huaian who was painting late at night in the center of the hall.

"Your Excellency, the Prime Minister, is really good-natured."

Song Huaian looked sideways, and a thin layer of ice formed in the depths of his phoenix eyes: "Who told you to set foot in the East Palace?"

The man leaning on the door frame was wearing a bright red robe, the skirt was wide open revealing a flat white chest, long satin-like hair fluttering down to his buttocks behind him, and the tips of his hair were stained with rain

Even though he is a man, he still puts on makeup like a woman. The dowry box at his daughter's house is so ingeniously crafted that it adds a bit of charm to his already delicate facial features.

The beautifully built courtyard of the Eastern Palace is full of charming beauties with every frown and smile. With the rain curtain between heaven and earth, this scene can be called charming.

If it is said that an ordinary emperor has three thousand beauties in the harem

Then Mu Xiu, as the king of Southern Chu, the largest country, his harem is different from other emperors in that it is half woman and half man.

Most of them were collected and donated by those in power in other countries from their own countries in order to please him, and a few were drafted in to silence the ministers when they first ascended the throne.

And this person is the most favored male favorite in the harem, named Yueshang.

Yueshang didn't mind his attitude, and put the umbrella on the porch

As he approached, the other hand that was originally behind his back was taken out at this time

Song Huaian saw clearly that it was a glass of wine, and his heart sank suddenly.

He said leisurely: "Prime Minister, don't be annoyed. The next male favourite, who else can set foot in this East Palace, except His Majesty's will?"

Yue Shang approached and looked down at him condescendingly, a few traces of blood appeared in his eyes

He looked at Song Huai'an's face, and couldn't help but be lost in thought: If this person has half of his thoughts on His Majesty, it is impossible for him to have a bright future in his life.

Song Huaian's brows were full of coldness, looking at the wine glass between his fingers, it was small and delicate, and the silver color was shining coldly.

It's really Huluopingyang that even a male favorite dares to look down on him.

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