Twilight GL

Ming Su was foolishly shy, which made Zheng Mi blushed unconsciously.

The next moment Zheng Mi came to her senses, and felt helpless, why should she be ashamed, nothing had happened between them yet.Ming Su was very restrained in the matter of the bed and curtain, and there is still no violation of the rules.

But Zheng Mi really likes to see Ming Su's clear-eyed, slightly shy appearance.

After a while, a minister came looking for him.

The world will not be peaceful just because of the death of the Supreme Emperor, and there are not a few memorials sent to Beijing every day.

The emperor and ministers were all in Shanghua Palace, and the memorials were naturally sent to Shanghua Palace.

Yesterday, the Zhongshuling asked Mingsu for instructions, and specially set up several palaces to handle government affairs, and the side palace where Mingsu was staying at this time was one of them.

Seeing that she had no time to spare, Zheng Mi was about to leave, Ming Su took her hand and said, "Don't hurry, the warm pavilion is empty at the back, I'll make people light up the stove, you go and have a rest."

They didn't have a good sleep last night, and it's just after noon, just in time to take a nap.

She made such a thoughtful arrangement, it was hard for Zheng Mi to refuse, so she said hello and entered the Nuan Pavilion.

Sure enough, a charcoal fire was lit in the warm pavilion, and the brocade quilt on the couch was simmering warmly. In the mid-winter afternoon, it was very comfortable to sleep like this.

Gong'e came forward to help Zheng Mi take off her clothes and shoes. She lay down and closed her eyes. She could hear the conversation in front of her, which was not very clear, except for the occasional faint voice of Su.

Not only is it not noisy, but it is also very reassuring.

The corners of Zheng Mi's lips curled up. She tossed and turned for many days and couldn't fall asleep, but at this moment she fell into a deep sleep unknowingly.

Ming Su discussed the matter with the ministers outside for the whole afternoon, until the thick stack of memorials were all disposed of, and it was dark outside.

Mingsu was so tired that his back ached and his mind was a little confused, but he didn't feel hard at all.

She would rather discuss matters for three days and three nights here without sleep, without eating or drinking, than to stay at the funeral for a while.

She and the late emperor were already in a situation where it was difficult to maintain even a trace of peace on the surface.

Even if it is his last journey in this world, Mingsu is tired of sending it off.

His Majesty has never set foot in the mourning hall all day except for offering incense sticks in front of the mourning hall when he came in the morning. Those important ministers who are useful can somewhat guess what she is thinking, and they dare not persuade her. The discussion is over. , they all withdrew.

As soon as they left, Mingsu immediately went to the Nuan Pavilion.

The warm pavilion was empty, the brocade quilt on the couch had been refolded, and the charcoal fire in the stove had died down.

That's right, it's been several hours, so naturally A Mi left early.Minsu stood by the door and sighed in disappointment.

"What are you looking for?" A soft voice came from beside my ear.

Mingsu's eyes lit up, and he turned his head suddenly, and saw Zheng Mi who did not know when he came, standing behind her with a food box.

At that moment, Ming Su felt joy spontaneously in her heart, she looked at Zheng Mi and stretched her eyebrows.

And her smile fell into Zheng Mi's eyes, it really meant that the spring blossoms after the ice and snow melted.

Without the Supreme Emperor, the Chaozhong Palace actually calmed down, except for the first two days when it was caught off guard, and the funeral was a bit hectic, but later on it was safe, but the place of discussion was temporarily moved from the Imperial City to Shanghua Palace.

The important ministers didn't have to go to the government office anymore, they also stayed in Shanghua Palace, knelt before the coffin for a while every morning, afternoon and evening, and the rest of the time was the same as usual, handling government affairs step by step.

Ming Su didn't like to stay in front of the coffin, he only went twice a day, and left after lighting the incense, and he was unwilling to stay for a moment longer.

The ministers didn't dare to say it, but what they thought in their hearts was that Emperor Ping had no heir in the previous dynasty.

After his death, the ministers chose an heir from the offspring to welcome the new emperor. The new emperor was not respectful in front of Emperor Ping's spirit, and he only went there twice a day.

His Majesty did not know whether it was intentional or not, but he was exactly the same as the new king.

Mingsu knew what they were thinking, and also knew how the historian would record it. Qi Jilang followed her every day with a pen and paper, but she just didn't want to pay attention.

Soon after New Year's Eve and Shangyuan, the late emperor was buried, and the white cloth hanging everywhere in the palace was removed.

Mingsu moved back to the palace, and he was used to seeing the magnificent or resplendent nine-story palace on weekdays.

Upon returning to the palace, instead of going to her own Chui Gong Hall, she came to Zheng Mi's place instead.

She didn't do anything when she came, she just wandered around in the hall, looking around, making sure that nothing had changed after walking for more than half a month, so she nodded in satisfaction.

Then he sat on the couch and said rather annoyedly: "From now on, I will never set foot on Hua Palace again."

Zheng Mi was changing clothes behind a screen. Today, she was sending the late emperor Zigong into the imperial mausoleum. She was wearing the most solemn court clothes and crown, and it was a bit cumbersome to take off. It was supposed to be someone from the palace who helped her, but Ming Su followed in. Zheng Mi had no choice but to let the palace servants wait outside the hall and come by herself.

Hearing what she said, Zheng Mi unbuttoned it for a moment, only when Ming Su still had a knot in his heart that he was so taboo about the Shanghua Palace where the Supreme Emperor lived before his death.

She looked up through the satin screen, but couldn't even see the outline of the outside.

Mingsu came closer.

"What are you doing?" She didn't come in and asked standing outside.

As soon as she got closer, she could see her silhouette. Zheng Mi saw her standing across a thin screen, leaning slightly to this side, as if she was waiting for her to speak.

If you can see the outline of the outside from the inside, you can naturally see the inside from the outside.

Zheng Mi blushed, but said in a calm tone: "I am changing clothes, please wait a moment, Your Majesty."

Mingsu said "Oh" immediately, and then there was a sound of footsteps, Zheng Mi panicked when he saw a figure outside, and Mingsu walked away quickly.

"I'll wait for you outside." She ran away all at once, and sat down on the chair by the door.

Zheng Mi was taken aback for a moment, and then felt it was funny, she continued to unbutton it, but the collar was so tightly fastened that she couldn't untie it no matter how hard she tried, no matter how clever she was, the button would not budge.

Zheng Mi had no choice but to call out: "Mingsu..."

Minsu responded immediately: "I am..."

Zheng Mi pursed her lips, wondering: "I, I can't unbutton it anymore."

"Ah..." Mingsu let out a short sound, and then the footsteps approached. She walked to the position where she was standing just now, and said through the screen, "May I take a look?"

It's even more weird that Mingsu can't call Yun Sang for her.Zheng Mi could only say, "Mmm..."

With her permission, Ming Sufang came in.

First she quickly raised her head and glanced at Zheng Mi, seeing that her clothes were neat, her eyes were not so reserved, and she even smiled: "Which one is it?"

Zheng Mi pointed to the neckline, frowned and said, "It must be that the female workers of the Shangyi Department have made a mistake, and I can't solve it no matter what."

"Let me take a look." Ming Su said, and then approached, raised his hand and lifted his collar slightly, Zheng Mi raised her head, showing her slender neck, so that she could move more easily.

It was really small, Mingsu raised his hands and peeled vigorously, but did not peel.

How is this buckled?Minsu wondered.

If you really can't untie it, you have to cut it off and return it to Commander Shangyi to sew a button again, she thought again.

Just as he was about to speak out his thoughts, Mingsu raised his eyes and saw Zheng Mi's upturned neck, which was as smooth and creamy, white and translucent, without any blemish, and thin pale blue veins under the jade-like skin So fragile it seems vulnerable.

There is still a very soft fragrance on her body, light and gentle but not thin, as if she was born with it, lingering gracefully, at this moment, it seems to captivate Ming Su's soul.

I don't know if it's the right angle, or what, but the buckle, which was too tight to untie just now, suddenly slipped on my fingertips and untied.

Zheng Mi noticed it, and asked: "Okay?" She was about to look down, but Mingsu suddenly moved closer, her dry and soft lips pressed against her neck.

At the moment of touching, Zheng Mi's hands hanging on both sides suddenly curled up, and Mingsu's warm breath hit her skin, making Zheng Mi stand there helpless, and for a moment, he closed his eyes indulgently. .

Mingsu didn't know where the impulse came from, she just felt that A Mi belonged to her, and she wanted to get close to her.

Her body and her breath were full of temptation in an instant, and Mingsu couldn't care about anything because of the temptation. She kissed the delicate skin on her neck, vaguely feeling that it wasn't enough, and instinctively stuck out the tip of her tongue.

The wet tip of her tongue made Zheng Mi breathe heavily, and she put her hand on Mingsu's shoulder, but she didn't push her away hard, as if she was about to refuse.

Mingsu kissed her neck for a while, reaching her chin, her lips, the breath of the two blended together, which should have satisfied Mingsu, but for some reason today, she became more and more dissatisfied and felt uncomfortable all over. It was so bad that there seemed to be a piece missing in her heart, she was eager to ask Zheng Mi to make it up for her, but she didn't know what to do.

In the end, she hugged Zheng Mi tightly, her eyes were moist, and she was so uncomfortable that she was about to cry.

Zheng Mi also made her flirt very uncomfortable, but this person always stopped like this for some reason, so many times, no matter how good-tempered Zheng Mi was, she was a little annoyed, so she lightly patted Mingsu's face. shoulder.

Mingsu was already feeling uncomfortable, but now he was even more wronged, pursing his lips, and called out: "Ami..."

Depressed like a baby swallow whose wings have been wet in the rain, its head is listless.

"You really..." Zheng Mi leaned on her shoulder and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it.

No matter how much time passed, Zheng Mi was still a lady brought up by a famous boudoir in her bones, and it was too embarrassing for her to ask her about the bed.

In the end, Mingsu ran away listlessly, without even taking the dinner together.

She couldn't figure it out, this matter seemed to be very comfortable in the rumors.

Otherwise, why are there always people obsessed with it, and what are those lewd emperors in history books trying to figure out?

But it is obviously a very good thing, but why is it so difficult to come to her.

Ming Su thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. At night, he still didn't want to sleep alone, and finally sneaked sleepily into Zheng Mi's palace.

Zheng Mi was also still awake.

"Ami..." Mingsu came in in the dark, and called pitifully by the bed.

Even though Zheng Mi was angry, she couldn't neglect her like this, so she lifted the quilt and let Mingsu come up.

Mingsu heaved a sigh of relief, and lay down beside her, not daring to move at all.

But after a while, seeing Zheng Mi's back to her, Mingsu was not used to it again, so she endured it, and still leaned over, wanting to hug her.

"Go to sleep, morning will be early tomorrow." Zheng Mi said in a low voice.

After the death of the Supreme Emperor, Ming Su issued an edict to stop the court and keep everything simple.More than half a month has passed, and the opening of the court tomorrow must be solemn, and you have to raise your spirits to deal with it.

At this point, Mingsu could only close his eyes.

After an unknown period of time, when Mingsu fell asleep, Zheng Mifang turned around.

There was a lamp on the bedside, and the lights flickered slightly, Mingsu's face was bright and dark from time to time.

It's not that Zheng Mi is eager to have skin-to-skin relationship with Mingsu, it's just that if it doesn't work out, it's always unreliable.

Could it be that Mingsu still has scruples in his heart?

Do you still blame her for leaving her in the guest house?Is it because she didn't recognize each other after her resurrection?or something else?

Zheng Mi thought about it carefully, but felt that something was wrong, if Mingsu had resentment in his heart, how could he treat her so intimately like now, not to mention that they had already talked about these things.

Zheng Mi thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, seeing that Mingsu was sleeping very soundly, out of breath, she pinched her nose.

Mingsu was out of breath, let out a vague whine, and opened his mouth to breathe, Zheng Mi was afraid that he would wake her up, so he hurriedly let go.

The nose cleared, and Mingsu's breathing became even in his sleep.

Zheng Mi felt angry and helpless, unable to move forward or retreat, finally saw her sleeping face softened, and smiled helplessly.

She pressed down the corner of the quilt for Mingsu, closed her eyes, and was about to sleep when a thought suddenly popped up.

She opened her eyes, looked at Ming Su who was sleeping defenselessly under the faint light of the candle, and couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

Could it be that Mingsu can't?