Empress' Marshal's Concubine

I don't want to touch anyone, I just want to have someone who really belongs to me and won't let me go. "Wan Yumo's Diary"

This is Wan Yumo's first new year in the Wushi Dynasty after traveling through Chengye Qingruo.

For modern people, New Year’s Eve is a day for family reunions. Everyone sits in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala, buys new year’s goods, prepares for the New Year’s Eve dinner, and sets off firecrackers and fireworks to celebrate the new year. The coming of the year.

Although in the Wushi Dynasty, new clothes were put on from the inside out, and there were firecrackers and beautiful fireworks outside the window, which made it very lively, but there was a quiet atmosphere in the palace.

Although there are lights and festoons everywhere, there is no sense of the year.

Watching Madam An lead a few maids to paste the red window grilles that they had cut a few days ago on the windows.

Covering her pained and panicked heart, tears welled up in her eyes.

Every New Year is the happiest time at home. Parents will go home, and the family of three will go shopping together and prepare New Year’s goods. On New Year’s Eve, Mom will prepare a table of very sumptuous meals, and Dad will set off firecrackers with her. But now, she is alone in this strange place, and her parents don't know what to do!

A warm embrace behind her pulled her into her arms, "Do you miss home?"

"I have already asked Wang Xi to pick Ye Shuai and his wife into the palace for the New Year." Wu Zetian played with Ye Qingruo's fair and slender fingers. Unlike other women in the harem, her nails were always clean and never dyed. any color.

But today is New Year's Eve, and she is still dressed in plain white as usual, without any joy at all.

Could it be that in the time and space she lived in, there was no such thing as wearing festive colors on New Year's Eve?

How did Wu Zetian know that the custom of wearing new clothes and festive red during the Chinese New Year has been handed down, but she, Concubine Ning, who came through time travel, doesn't like bright colors!

"Small table, bring Kodan." Wu Zetian hugged Ye Qingruo in her arms, put her head on Ye Qingruo's shoulders in her arms, and her unique cherry blossom fragrance was on the tip of her nose.

Her beauty has never been vulgar and gorgeous, but on the contrary is cold, elegant and chic.

As long as he can hold her quietly in this way, his world will be filled with peace of mind.

But she never cared about her own favor and maintenance, and she even disdained her own favor and reward at all.In her eyes, where is she in the end, and countless uneasy inquiries, in her eyes, she can't see love, can't see support, and even the initial trust has gradually disappeared.

As the emperor of a dynasty, why is it so difficult to want the woman who has entered his heart so humblely?

No matter how well this person treats her, how much he spoils her, he will never win her heart...

My patience has reached its limit, since I can't get her heart, at least I want to get her.

It hurts to hold her in the palm of your hand, you can give her all the good things alone, no matter what she wants, I will give her, as long as she stays by my side, I don't think of various ways to leave myself every day.

Ye Qingruo watched Wu Zetian gently and meticulously paint herself with bright red cardamom. The ancient nail polish is actually very good, with a faint floral fragrance inside.

It's just that she never used nail polish when she came to the Wushi Dynasty, because she didn't like red, and the ancient nail polish in her memory seemed to be only all kinds of red, but she just didn't like that bright color.

"Your Majesty..." The sobbing voice proved the pain in her heart.

Having been by Wu Zetian's side for some time, Ye Qingruo could somewhat guess what Wu Zetian was thinking.

The better Wu Zetian treated her, the more uneasy she began to feel.

As a straight daughter from modern times, standard heterosexual love, it is really impossible for her to accept Wu Zetian, who is a woman with her female partner, at least for now, she is as close as a friend to Wu Zetian, she It can be done, but if she is a lover, she still cannot accept it.

Even if Wu Zetian's appearance is absolutely top-notch and stunning, her figure is even more plump and uneven, with big breasts, fat hips and thin waist, no matter who looks at her, she will stop at it.

"You are really suitable for this bright red." Wu Zetian concentrated on dyeing ten of Ye Qingruo's nails red. When she looked up, she saw her light smile, but Ye Qingruo's eyes still had a trace of sadness and warmth. sad.

"Your Majesty, let Zi Xun and the others do this kind of thing. You really make my concubines uneasy." Ye Qingruo looked at Wu Zetian with her head lowered, and her white neck like jade was exposed from the collar of the golden dragon robe , I feel a little uncomfortable.

She knew that Wu Zetian was going to entertain the ministers tonight, and she came back early in the morning, dyed her nails, every movement was careful and meticulous, and the fragrance of orchids filled the room with fragrance.It can be seen that this cardamom Wu Zetian also has a thought,

A generation of emperors, she is successful. For the sake of state affairs, there are seven or eight hours a day, that is, fourteen to sixteen hours, to correct memorials. As a woman, she is happy because she met the real The man who loves her, in the feudal society, an emperor loves her all his life. As a mother, she is unfortunate. In order to survive and fight for the harem, she personally strangled her own daughter and robbed her son of the emperor. As a woman, her children are at odds with her.

If she didn't have other thoughts about herself, but just be a companion to chat and play chess, eat and enjoy the scenery, she would be willing to accompany her quietly like this all the time, but it is obvious that Wu Zetian's monopoly on her is becoming more and more irresistible. cover up.

"Look, this color suits you so well." Wu Zetian took Ye Qingruo's fingernails, which had already been painted, and put them on her lips to breathe gently, speeding up the drying of the cardamom on the nails.

The slightly cold hands were warmed by someone, and the fingertips, which were originally painted with cardamom, were warm and comfortable because of Wu Zetian's breath.

Wu Zetian's phoenix eyes were lightly raised, and she could see the invisible satisfaction and comfortable smile on Ye Qingruo's face. Even her red lips raised a beautiful and dazzling charming arc, showing the master's good mood.

"Your Majesty, today is New Year's Eve, and I want to have New Year's Eve dinner at Cangyuxuan." Ye Qingruo deliberately lowered her voice, making the crisp oriole-like voice that belonged to a teenage girl soft and tinged A little begging.

"You don't want to go to the palace banquet with me?" Wu Zetian still held Ye Qingruo's hand and breathed lightly between them, but it was obvious that she was not in a good mood.

Ye Qingruo nodded lightly, and only after nodding did she remember that Wu Zetian was looking at her hands as she breathed out on her nails that had just been painted with cardamom, curled her lips and said, "Well, it's actually not, I want to hide from the rain Xuan will cook you a New Year's Eve dinner and eat it with you."

If Ye Qing knew when to say what to say, what words could coax Wu Zetian's face, which had turned cloudy from showers, into sunny weather.

Of course, the premise is that she has something for Wu Zetian, otherwise, no matter what Wu Zetian's mood is on weekdays, she will not pay attention to it. She is not from Wu Zetian's harem. Yu Mo is not the real Ye Qingruo.

If Ye Qing asked herself that she was a selfish and realistic person, she could curry favor with Wu Zetian, she could coax Wu Zetian, but she couldn't do it, and really tried her best on Wu Zetian in order to be a favorite concubine.

To be honored and favored is to gather the jealousy and hatred of the harem.She knows that she understands, she can guess the holy will, but she doesn't care about it. Although she is not a shrewd woman, even if she really doesn't want to be like those women in the harem, she still can't escape. , but on purpose.

"Okay, then you just get ready. I will go to the palace banquet first, and then I will come back to have a New Year's Eve dinner with you." Wu Zetian's face was full of happiness and doting.

I thought she was unwilling to go to the banquet in the palace with me, because she never liked to get in touch with too many people, especially she was very shy about the former dynasty. At first, I thought she was very knowledgeable, but as time went by, I realized, She doesn't like to appear in front of people, doesn't like being stared at all the time looking for mistakes, and even more doesn't like all kinds of gossip like thorns on her back.

"Your Majesty, when my concubine came here, I made fruit wine with the grapes that His Majesty rewarded me. I'm waiting for you to open it on New Year's Eve!" Ye Qingruo's face was full of obedience and gentleness, and she yawned a little sleepily. A mist formed in his eyes.

"Okay, leave it alone, when I come back, we will open the seal together. How can I not taste the wine you brewed by yourself! But when you prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, you should also pay attention to it and don't get tired. Let someone know if you need anything , let someone prepare everything for you. After the New Year’s Eve dinner, let’s watch the New Year together.” Wu Zetian’s brows and eyes were full of smiles, which looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

Is there any delicacy in the world that an emperor has never eaten, but no matter what kind of famous dish in the world, how delicious it is, it is no match for a simple stir-fried dish or stir-fry cooked by a person you like The dishes are even more satisfying.

No matter what the reason is, as long as she is willing to put her heart and effort into herself, that's enough.

Wu Zetian never had too many demands on Ye Qingruo, as long as she was willing to put her heart into herself, that would be enough.She will fall in love with me if I don't need her, and she is content with being by my side willingly.

"Your Majesty, the time has come, it's time to get up." Wang Xi stood hunched outside the bedroom door of Zang Yuxuan, but lifted the curtain and walked in.

He had been standing outside the door for a while, listening to the movement in the room, and seeing that the time for the palace banquet was coming, he bit the bullet and reminded.

"Then I..." Wu Zetian lowered his head and kissed the back of Ye Qingruo's hand that he was holding.

"Wait." Seeing Wu Zetian let go of his hand, Ye Qing had already got up and stood up, and quickly followed suit.

Wu Zetian looked at Ye Qingruo with some surprise, Ye Qingruo never stayed behind when she was about to leave, what's wrong?Somewhat delightedly, they watched a few strode to the bedside cabinet and found a sachet, held it in their hands, and hurried to Wu Zetian's side.

"Your Majesty, this is the sachet I embroidered, and there are some orchids in it." Ye Qingruo said a little uncomfortable, and handed the sachet to Wu Zetian with both hands.

"Help me put it on!" Wu Zetian looked at the dark red sachet in Ye Qingruo's hand with surprise in her phoenix eyes. As delicate and charming as a red lotus.

Ye Qing hung the rectangular sachet embroidered with Wu on one side and Zhao on the other side on the jade belt around Wu Zetian's waist.

If one day Ye Qing saw that the sachet Wu Zetian was wearing was getting old, she would say that the sachet was old, and Wu Zetian would throw it away indifferently!

Anyway, she didn't wear these little things on weekdays. If Ye Qing raised her eyebrows, she knew that Wu Zetian always liked to wear sachets. What does it mean that she doesn't like wearing these little things?

Embroidering purses was really difficult for Ye Qingruo. She had pricked her hands many times with needles, but she still hadn't learned how to embroider with Mother An. In desperation, she could only use her own cross-stitch stitches , I have never embroidered any pictures before, but I embroidered a strange one, and I can only recognize the characters, which is definitely not a good-looking sachet.

Fortunately, Wu Zetian didn't care whether her purse looked good or not, only whether it came from her.

When I came to the Wushi Dynasty, I really received a lot of care from Wu Zetian. I should give a gift to express my gratitude during the Chinese New Year, but now I eat Wu Zetian, drink from Wu Zetian, live in Wu Zetian's clothes, and Wu Zetian is rich in the world. I haven't seen any gifts before, let alone holding her things to make gifts for her. This is completely the concept of holding something in the left hand and giving it to the right hand.

After pondering for a few days, Ye Qingruo decided to make a purse by herself as a New Year gift for Wu Zetian.