Fall In Love With A Substitute

"what?"

This sentence was too out of Song Pianlu's daily thinking mode, and it seemed very strange, she asked subconsciously.

What is Feng Yuexian talking about?

Afterwards, under Feng Yuexian's gaze, the mind of the person in front of him was clearly revealed, and Song Pianlu finally got around the bend.

"..."

What is Feng Yuexian talking about?

"This is impossible."

Before Song Pianlu's words fell to the ground, Feng Yuexian didn't give up an inch, and followed closely:

"Why not?"

Song Pianliu's lips parted.

Feng Yuexian thought that she was going to use the old saying "You are my emperor's wife" to prevaricate herself, but Song Pianlu didn't say it.

The corners of Feng Yuexian's lips hooked slightly.

"Then why not?"

Across the layer of soft smoke, the silhouettes of the palace servants walking by outside the palace passed by, their steps were light, and the palace flowers floated.

Feng Yuexian was waiting for Song Pianliu's answer.

After a while, I haven't waited.

Gee.

"Since the princess refuses to accept—"

Feng Yuexian stood up and wanted to leave, her skirt twirling lightly.

But at this moment, there was a force coming from the back of her hand hanging by the side of the skirt, and the touch was like suet jade, warm and delicate.

Song Pianlu took Feng Yuexian's hand very lightly, but stopped Feng Yuexian's unfinished words and stopped her in her footsteps.

"Move back to the main hall."

Feng Yuexian didn't look back.

She hooked her fingertips, as if she wanted to hold it back, but she restrained herself firmly.

Feng Yuexian's voice was also controlled very well, but it was still weak:

"Wait until you recover from illness." She rolled her tongue, "in case... you catch a cold."

Time flies, Feng Yuexian sent someone to send a message to Kang Xueying to call back the people who were chasing the King of Chu.

When these subordinates returned to Beijing, the prince's illness was completely cured.

During this period of time, the emperor sent many people to the East Palace to visit, and in his words, he had the idea of ​​wanting the prince to continue to assist the government.

Thinking about it, although the emperor showed his prestige and vented his anger a second time, his body is not as good as before, and he needs the prince to go back and support him so that he can sit firmly on the dragon chair.

All the officials in the court felt that the crown prince did not want to delegate power—who would be willing to return the power after being in charge of the country for a long time?

Contrary to their guesses, the performance of the East Palace was tepid. The crown prince fully expressed his respect to the emperor, and practiced what it means to just want the years to be quiet and heal his illness with peace of mind.

Such a prince undoubtedly reassured the emperor, and the people from Qianqing Palace became more and more attentive. Until this day, the prince's condition is very good.

The person who came was Hong Chang, the most favorite eunuch by the emperor's side. In the past, no one was condescending, but today he almost kowtowed to the crown prince. He moved the crown prince a little with some good words. The meaning of loose mouth.

Waiting to see the palace attendant sneaking in from the west side hall with a treasure vase in hand, it seems that the princess has moved back to the main hall.

How could Hong Chang not know about the concubine's moving out of the main hall? They all said that the prince's illness was repeated and it was inconvenient to live together, so he lived separately.

No one knows whether the reasoning outside is true or not, but moving back at this time is a sign of a good condition.

"Oh, Prince, your illness seems to be completely cured, but you can't leave the other side of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The emperor misses you every day, looks forward to you, you—"

Outside, Feng Yuexian walked in with the help of the servant, and raised his eyes:

"Who's here?"

"All blessings, Crown Princess."

Hong Chang was busy saluting, this princess is different from ordinary harem masters, he dare not neglect.

"It's about the emperor asking the prince to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation more often."

Feng Yuexian sat down on the seat beside Song Pianyi, and casually glanced at Hong Chang:

"The crown prince's body and bones can be taken care of better. If he takes two more days to take care of him, the emperor will be sympathetic. It's up to you to talk too much."

Hong Chang had a bitter face. If there was no order from the emperor, who would dare to come to the East Palace.

"It's the slave who is talkative, eh, talkative." He said, slapping himself lightly twice.

Feng Yuexian chuckled lightly, not taking it seriously:

"I'm used to this bluffing posture. If nothing happens, just go down."

Seeing that the Crown Princess seemed to be in a good mood, Hong Chang heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly said:

"The slave retire."

After Hong Chang retreated, Feng Yuexian glanced at the ancient sandalwood shelf in the hall, and said:

"I just ordered people to open the warehouse and replace some things. I'm tired of seeing them."

Song Pina also looked at it, nodded and said:

"It's up to you."

Feng Yuexian lightly hooked her lips.

It's not up to her.

As the princess moved back to the main hall, the hall was cleaned up and a lot of decorations, calligraphy, paintings and screens were replaced.

Originally there were no bead curtains and crystal curtains in the hall, but this time they were hung together, and the shimmering waves made the main hall feel a little softer and more tender.

This is what it looks like.

Before going to bed at night, it is customary to take a bath.

Ordinary people just put the orchid grass in water and boil it together to make orchid soup for bathing.

The Eastern Palace uses Yinchi incense offered by the Western Regions and a fragrant soup made of other spices.

Bath beans are mashed with more than ten kinds of flowers such as agarwood, peach blossom, cherry blossom, and white hollyhock, and then ground into powder with pearls, jade chips, and stalactites to make the skin as moist as jade.

After taking a bath, there is still warmth from the fragrant soup on the skin, and the dark fragrance lingers, and then it is wrapped in a light summer shirt, which is half hidden.

Yinxue rubbed Feng Yuexian's hair carefully, then slowly smoked it with the smoker, until it was almost smoked, then combed it slowly with an ivory comb.

The incense sutra was hot and smoked the cage, and it floated into the tent with the warmth, which made Song Pianlu, who had gone to bed earlier, sleep more and more soundly.

Just as the warm fragrance invaded, the gold-sprinkled gauze tent was lifted up, and the shadow of the candle slid across the tent like flowing gold, revealing a pair of figures inside the tent.

Song Pianlu opened her eyes slightly, and saw Feng Yuexian on the bed.

There was no one outside, except for a palace lantern.

Feng Yuexian's body is very fragrant, the jade bone thin shirt, the green silk brushing the shoulders, the spring scenery is boundless.

These thoughts came to Song Pianlu's mind, but because she drank calming soup as usual before going to bed, she blinked, but she couldn't cope with the sleepiness, her eyelashes fluttered more and more slowly, and she was about to fall asleep again.

Feng Yue took a look at the brocade quilt on her body, and then at the neat quilt on her side.

With a wave of his hand, the brocade quilt was thrown out of the tent and fell straight to the couch.

Song Pianlu was awakened with a start, and finally opened her eyes.

She stood up, leaned over to look over Feng Yuexian's shoulder, and looked below:

"What is this for?"

Feng Yuexian didn't answer.

With a flick of her finger, the last palace lantern was also extinguished.

The account darkened.

"Your Highness's quilt, let me cover it."

Song Pianlu's face froze, before she could think about how to answer, in the dimness, a warm fragrance wafted over her body.

Feng Yuexian could see things vaguely at night, so she turned off the palace lantern, and went to see Song Pianliu again.

It is said that looking at a beauty under the light, but looking at the beauty after the light is off, is another kind of hazy beauty.

This beauty is wrapped in desire.

Because of the movement of leaning over to probe, Song Pianjue stretched out her waistline, and there was a small dimple at the back of her waist, and the snow-white clothes were piled up on her thin waist.

Feng Yuexian licked his teeth, stretched out his arms and pulled him into his arms.

Warm and warm alternately in one place.

Song Pina's body trembled slightly as if being scalded, and her toes twitched due to the friction caused by the trembling.

Give it a hug, it should be ok...

Song Pianlai put her hands on Feng Yuexian's shoulders, and pushed her:

"Go to bed early—uh..."

Halfway through the conversation, there was damp heat from the side of the neck.

Like delicate petals, thrown into the hot fragrant soup.

As soon as the hot air breathed in, the water vapor infiltrated, and the petals were immediately scalded and curled up, and the whole body was limp.

The dexterous hands fiddled around the petals, disturbing a pool of spring water.

The snow-colored inner shirt was taken off, revealing round jade-like shoulders.

She lowered her head and lit Song Pianlu's makeup.

The tender pink petals were sprinkled on Song Pianli's neck, and gently, the red marks became heavier and more messy as they went to her shoulders.

If it is a petal, it is a flower that has been crushed and squeezed out of the flower juice at this time.

The pink and tear-stained spots fell carelessly, and were contained on the collarbone cut from Polygonatum odoratum.

Song Pianlai rested her head on Feng Yuexian's shoulder, and was placed in a posture of letting others taste it.

His hand was still on Feng Yuexian's body, as if he wanted to push it away, but he couldn't.

Her voice was extremely restrained, detailed and delicate, bringing out a maddeningly pitiful voice.

What a delicate person.

Song Pina's half of her back was exposed outside, like a pavement of beautiful jade, more magnificent than snow.

The clothes hung in the crook of her arms, hooked vainly, following Song Pianlian's trembling, swaying and helpless.

Feng Yuexian's throat rolled, and he kindly wanted to help Song Pianlu take off, so that the clothes could rest.

"No..."

Song Pianyi hooked the hand hanging on her shoulder, her head moved slightly, and her blue hair scratched her heart.

Feng Yuexian stopped.

Song Pianlu breathed a sigh of relief.

next interest.

Her jaw was lifted, and her lips felt hot.

The clothes were forcibly peeled off and fell lightly onto the pile of brocade quilts.

This time, Song Pianlu was unable to say no.