After being reborn, being alone as a queen

Xie Jin followed Mu Xiu back to the Chaoyang Palace, and Zhao Chengde ordered his servants to prepare a change of clothes.

Xie Jin subconsciously sat down on the low couch not far from the dragon case, looking out the window to enjoy the rainy scene.

Mu Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and he sat behind the dragon case. The only sound left in the bedroom was the occasional shaking of candles being blown by the wind and the rustling of brushes on paper.

Not long after, the palace servants came to report: "Little Marquis, everything is ready, please go to Siyin Pavilion to take a bath and change clothes."

Xie Jin glanced sideways at the expressionless Mu Xiu, nodded, and followed the palace servants away.

In fact, he has been hesitant to say that he has gone back by taking advantage of the posture of admiring the scenery, but in the end he dared not say so.

Forget about it, take a shower first, it's really uncomfortable to wear wet clothes.

When he was seriously injured before, he used up his own zhenqi to heal Zhao Xiaogui's meridians, which caused serious damage to his vitality, and he could not use his internal force for a short time, otherwise he would directly dry his internal force, which is simple and quick.

Siyin Pavilion, where the imperial bath is located.

The interior of the pavilion is made of milky white jade and surrounded by water mist all the year round, as soon as you step into it, you will feel as if you have entered a fairyland by mistake.

The national teacher once said that the spring here is the spiritual vein of the entire palace. Martial practitioners bathing all year round can dredge and guide the true energy in the body and stabilize the foundation. Ordinary people bathing can strengthen the body and eliminate pain.

In this regard, Mu Xiu upholds the socialist core values ​​and does not believe in a single punctuation mark. He just regards this place as a bathroom, taking a dip in his spare time to relieve fatigue.

In the four corners of the room stood a maid wearing only a layer of tulle holding a change of clothes, flower petals, brocade handkerchiefs, etc.

If the fog wasn't too thick, covering most of the sight, they wouldn't be able to follow an inch.

The little eunuch removed Xie Jin's robes, neatly folded them on the tray, and asked them to take it down for cleaning.

Xie Jin wore a pair of snow-white silk underpants, and walked in with her upper body naked

The two maids stepped forward in a graceful posture, and slightly brushed their bodies: "The servants have seen the young master."

"Exemption."

Xie Jin walked to the edge of the hot spring with bare feet, turned his eyes gentlemanly and landed in the steaming hot spring, opened his arms, and responded softly

The two maids picked up a ladle and scooped up two spoonfuls of hot spring water and poured it slowly over his body. The warm water flowed over his flat chest and soaked his snow-white silk trousers. leg shape.

After a while, the two maids put down the water ladles in their hands at the same time, brushed their bodies and said, "Young Master, you are ready to warm up before bathing, please get in the water."

Xie Jin slowly walked down the jade steps into the water, let the spring water flow over his chest first, and then slowly submerged his body in the water after his body warmed up, the pores all over his body opened.

The water is misty, and under the reflection of the spring water, Xie Xiaohou is more and more red-faced, his face is like a jade crown, like a jade man carved from jade,

The two maids blushed and looked at each other, then stretched out their hands and began to take off the gauze skirts on their bodies, making small noises.

Xie Jin opened his eyes in doubt, and quickly covered his eyes with his hand in the next second, saying: "Stop, what are you doing."

The two maids didn't understand what it meant, and said, "Slaves and servants are waiting for the young master to take a bath."

There has always been a precedent for the aristocrats and royal families in Beijing to take off their maids to accompany them to bathe, which is called the mandarin duck sex bath by literati and poets.

Xie Jin frowned, turned his back, and waved his hands: "No need, step back, you don't need to serve here."

The two maids glanced at the tip of their eyebrows, their faces weeping a little, but they still didn't dare to disobey their master's wishes, and said, "Servants, please leave."

Because among the royal family and nobles, those who serve the master's mandarin duck bath like this are sent out, which proves that their appearance and posture are not to the master's liking, and they belong to the group that has been eliminated, and will be ridiculed by others.

While grinding the ink for him, Zhao Chengde said in a gentle voice, "Does Your Majesty still need to review the memorial at such a late hour?"

"Ah."

Mu Xiu responded, and his hands continued to move. When he put the few memorials that had just been approved on the other side, a note fell out from under the rice paper of the dragon case.

The note was full of wrinkles, and even though it was pressed at the bottom of the dragon case, the wrinkles that had already appeared could not be smoothed out.

Zhao Chengde quickly picked up the note on the ground, and handed it to Mu Xiu respectfully.

Mu Xiu's eyes flicked, and two lines of small characters were written on the note in flamboyant fonts, and his fingers gradually clenched.

A few months ago, it was early spring and it was still a little cold.

As soon as the morning was over, Mu Xiu came out of the Chonghua Palace, Song Huaian was dressed in official uniform, holding a book in his hand, and followed him.

Mu Xiu looked at him, his voice was cold, but his eyes were full of helplessness, and he said to Song Huai'an: "If you don't confront them, you can save a meal, right?"

Song Huaian's phoenix eyes slightly bent, tapped the book on the palm of his hand, and said lightly: "Don't those civil servants like to use the words of the sages in the book to talk about things? The minister is just using his own way to treat his own body. What's wrong?"

Zhao Chengde sent someone to wait outside the hall early in the morning, and the little eunuch brought the clothes on the tray.

Mu Xiu's complexion was a little ugly, as if he was about to get angry.

Song Huaian glanced sideways at Zhao Chengde, Zhao Chengde had a helpless smile in his eyes, took the outer robe from the tray, put it on Mu Xiu, and said, "Your Majesty, the weather is not hot yet, pay attention to your body."

There was something Mu Xiu didn't know, and his face softened a little.

Another little eunuch knelt beside Song Huaian, and respectfully offered a sandalwood tray: "My lord, please."

Song Huaian smiled slightly. Just as he was about to say that he didn't feel cold, Mu Xiu picked up the clothes in the tray. It was a snow-white cloak with silver fox fur sewn on the collar and hem, which was very beautiful. .

"This is the thousand-year-old silver fox fur sent by Beiyan Yugong some time ago. I saw that the fur color is really good, so I asked Shangyi Palace to sew such a cloak for you. I know you don't like to wear winter clothes, and you have a natural temperament. If you are afraid of the cold, with this cloak, you don’t need to wear winter clothes in the future.”

There are many kinds of foxes in the world, but the silver fox is extremely rare, let alone the thousand-year-old silver fox, whose fur is extremely strong against the cold.

It is very precious and rare to sew an inner shirt with the skin of a thousand-year-old silver fox and wear it even if you climb the snow-capped mountain that does not melt all year round.

Song Huaian stretched out his hand to caress the fur on the neckline, it was very pleasant to the touch, and it was also shiny.

"As expected of the thousand-year-old silver fox's fur, if it is replaced with other fox fur, after stripping the body for so long, it probably has lost its luster."

Mu Xiu nodded noncommittally.

Song Huaian asked with a smile, "What about Your Majesty?"

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Mu Xiu's face, and he said, "Thousand-year-old silver foxes are rare, and the number is naturally rare. I am not afraid of the cold, so I naturally want to make the best use of everything."

The smile on Song Huaian's lips did not diminish, his eyes flicked past his quietly red earlobes, and said: "The humble minister thanked His Majesty."

Mu Xiu's voice was slightly blunt: "No need."

He gently shook the cloak away behind Song Huai'an, the silver fox fur had a strange color under the light, and then fell on Song Huai'an's shoulders.

Mu Xiu tied the cloak straps for Song Huai'an with his own hands. The snow-white cloak made Song Huai'an's face pale and bloodless, and the color of his thin lips became more and more gorgeous, like a crabapple after rain.

The little eunuchs looked at the two masters who were so close to each other as if they were embracing each other.

Zhao Chengde said sincerely: "Your Excellency is really beautiful."

Mu Xiu gave him a sideways glance, and Zhao Chengde quickly lowered his eyes and took a step back.

Song Huai'an didn't notice the eye contact between the two, and took a step back to move away from Mu Xiu, saying: "Your Majesty, the minister will go back to the prime minister's residence first."

Mu Xiu nodded: "Yes."

Song Huaian led the servants of the prime minister's mansion and left.

On the way back to Chaoyang Palace, Zhao Chengde said:

"Your Majesty, you sent people to search for this silver fox for so many years before finding one on the snow-capped mountain. It took a lot of effort to catch it. Why did you lie about that Beiyan made a sacrifice? They just took advantage of it. Let the prime minister remember you, okay?"

Mu Xiu's expression was cold: "I don't need him to remember me, he just needs to accept it."

Zhao Chengde shook his head helplessly: "Your Majesty, it's not the old slave who said you. You have been like this since you were a child. You clearly put your heart and soul into the good of the Prime Minister, but you didn't tell him anything, and instead you acted cold."

Mu Xiu smiled but said: "Zhao Chengde, you have become more and more unruly recently."

Zhao Chengde hurriedly lowered his head: "Your Majesty, calm down, it's the old slave who has overstepped."

Anyway, he is also an old man who has been with him for many years, and Mu Xiu has no intention of punishing him, so he naturally takes it lightly.

Back in the Chaoyang Palace, Mu Xiu took off his outer robe and handed it to Zhao Chengde, and suddenly his eyes focused on the dragon case.

He strode over, and there was a palm-sized note in the middle of the dragon case:

'My respected Majesty, Song Huaian is a murderous man, arrogant in his talents and perverse, there will always be people who can't stand it. '

Mu Xiu frowned fiercely, crumpled the note into a ball and held it in his palm, and called, "Ye Li."

Ye Li, dressed in a strong outfit, immediately appeared in the room and knelt down in front of the dragon case: "Ye Li sees Your Majesty."

"Who has been here today?" Mu Xiu asked

Ye Li's calm face was slightly puzzled, and he pondered for a while and said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, this subordinate has not felt that anyone has been here."

Mu Xiu threw the note in Ye Li's face: "I found it here."

Ye Lili's expression suddenly changed. What he said meant that someone sneaked into the emperor's bedroom under the noses of the entire emperor's dark guard camp and left a mysterious note, but none of the hidden guards lurking around the bedroom noticed.

What kind of concept is this, if the other party's goal is the life of the emperor, then...

"Your Majesty, calm down! It's the subordinates who have neglected their duties. The subordinates will take them to the execution room to receive the punishment. From this note, the other party is a very thoughtful person. Whether it is paper or ink, this note is very common in major private bookstores. Yes, if you want to compare handwriting, it's like finding a needle in a haystack, this person is probably sure His Majesty won't be able to catch him."

"No matter what, let me investigate. All the palace people who have entered and exited Chaoyang Palace today will be investigated one by one. No matter what, we must find this person."

Mu Xiu's face became more and more condensed, but he couldn't help but care about the content stated on the paper.

He was not afraid that someone would be able to sneak into the main hall of Chaoyang Palace through the eyes of the emperor's dark guard camp, but he was afraid that something might happen to Song Huaian.

"This subordinate leads the order." Ye Li said respectfully

Song Huaian walked out of the palace gate slowly along the palace road, the streets outside the imperial city were full of people and extremely lively.

The general guarding the palace gate bowed his hands respectfully: "Your Excellency."

Song Huaian raised his hand with a calm expression on his face.

The people and vendors who went to the market unconsciously looked at the location of the palace gate. Although the folks were quite controversial about Song Huai'an, very few people had seen him, so no one knew him.

Everyone only thought that the young man at the gate of the palace had an astonishing appearance. The snow-white cloak covered his body without any bulkiness, making him look thinner and taller, making one feel like he was in a snow-capped mountain. Come on, it's amazing.

The attendant behind Song Huai'an looked at his expression, not understanding, so he said, "Your Excellency seems to be in a good mood?"

Song Huaian stepped on the carriage: "Naturally."

"The subordinate is unknown." The attendant said truthfully

"Beiyan is located in a dry place, more of a desert. The thousand-year-old silver fox loves extremely cold places, which can only be found on snow-capped mountains. Do you understand when I say that?"

The attendant scratched the back of his head: "Subordinate...this..."

Song Huaian glanced at him with a smile, without waiting for him to react slowly, he ordered: "Go home."

The attendant jumped into the carriage and sat in front of the carriage, his eyebrows never parted along the way.

It wasn't until he was approaching the prime minister's mansion that he suddenly realized that Beiyan is mostly a desert, and volcanoes may exist, but snow mountains are impossible, but there is a snow mountain in Southern Chu that is cold all year round.

And His Majesty just said that this fox skin was offered by Beiyan...