I love the harem with my sweet mouth

July fifteenth.

It's Zhou Yanzong's birthday, but he has always been cold-tempered and doesn't like too much excitement, even on a big day like the Longevity Day, he doesn't want to make a fuss, so he only invites some important officials and clan relatives.

Princess Chaoyun came to Yuxiu Palace early in the morning.

She babbled behind Han Qingyang, nagging endlessly.

"Good sister-in-law, tell me, what gift did you give the emperor? You tell me quietly, I will never tell others, I just want to learn from the gift from my sister-in-law, so that I don't give it too much. Being too expensive has overshadowed my sister-in-law's limelight, and offended the emperor, he will definitely take the opportunity to reprimand me, if my gift is too ordinary, the emperor will also be displeased, and he will say that it is a waste of money on weekdays. I hurt my sister."

Han Qingyang looked at him suspiciously.

Zhou Yanzong never said much, so how could he say such things.

Princess Chaoyun sat down next to the table, and said angrily: "I know that person best, Brother Huang. Although he doesn't say anything, I know all the little things in his heart. He is used to holding grudges. Go Before my sister-in-law Sui came, I gave him a set of the Four Treasures of the Study specially collected, who would have thought that they would all be smashed in a short time."

Han Qingyang smiled and winked at Duofu.

Duofu took out the gift from inside.

Princess Chaoyun opened her eyes wide, touched it with her hands, and expressed amazement.

"It can be seen that my sister-in-law really loves the emperor. The clothes inside and out, plus the embroidery on the coat, and these shoes and socks, I am sorry that my sister-in-law has such patience. If it were me, she would not be able to love me any more. of."

Han Qingyang reached out and tapped her forehead.

"Girls are not ashamed to say these things."

Princess Chaoyun rubbed her forehead and muttered in a low voice: "What I'm telling you is the truth."

When Han Qingyang saw Duozi come in with iced sour plum soup, he said, "Hurry up and drink some to relieve the heat."

The sour plum soup is sweet and sour.

After Princess Chaoyun finished her cup, her eyes fell on Han Qingyang's lower abdomen.

"Sister-in-law, are you pregnant? The nuns all say sour women are hot, and now sister-in-law likes to drink sour, she must be a prince."

She happily reached out to touch Han Qingyang's stomach.

Han Qingyang: "..."

He blushed and argued in a low voice: "Where is it so fast? Not yet."

Princess Chaoyun was puzzled again.

"Aren't you and Brother Huang sticking together every day? It stands to reason that we should have been together long ago?"

She frowned, puzzled.

Seeing the embarrassment on Han Qingyang's face, Duofu quickly changed the subject.

"Master, are you sure His Majesty will wear this outfit today?"

The bright red color is too bright and eye-catching.Duofu knew that Zhou Yanzong only wore black and black clothes except for the dragon robe on weekdays.

Princess Chaoyun was indeed taken astray, and no longer entangled whether Han Qingyang was pregnant or not, he glanced at Duofu, and said with a smile: "You don't even look at who gave this clothes, if the emperor doesn't wear them, carefully look at them." My sister-in-law won't let him go to bed tonight."

Han Qingyang giggled, his voice was as clear and melodious as jade.

Princess Chaoyun was in trouble again.

She rested her cheeks and said: "Sister-in-law's gifts are full of heart, and it seems that the gifts I gave are stingy. No, I have to go to the warehouse to search and find a new gift."

She has a lively temperament, she can go wherever she thinks, and when she speaks, people run away without a trace.

The nuns who followed her held umbrellas and trotted after her.

"His Royal Highness, you should slow down and be careful about heatstroke. Even if you don't have heatstroke, what if you get sunburned?"

Princess Chaoyun has already run outside the palace gate with her skirt in hand.

"Black is black. This princess is not afraid of it. Brother Huang is so dark, but sister-in-law likes it very much."

A group of people jumped out of Yuxiu Palace.

After being clean for a while, Xiao Lezi came again.

It was too hot outside, and beads of sweat hung on his fair little face.

Han Qingyang asked in surprise: "Why are you here at this time?" He winked at Duozi, and Duozi poured a bowl of sour plum soup and handed it to Xiaolezi.

Xiao Lezi took the bowl and thanked him.

Han Qingyang said: "Drink, let's talk after drinking."

Xiao Lezi agreed, and after drinking it, he felt refreshed all over his body, and even spoke more fluently.

"The master asked the servant to come and tell the empress that your Majesty has gone to Zhaochun Palace in this hot sun."

Han Qingyang's expression froze.

"Understood, you go down first."

The day of Zhou Yanzong's birth was the day of his mother's death.The Longevity Festival, which is celebrated in the whole world, is not happy for Zhou Yanzong.

When Han Qingyang rushed all the way to Zhaochun Palace, he was already covered in thin sweat.

Under the scorching sun, there was not even the slightest wind, the leaves curled and limply hung on the branches, and the chirping of cicadas became more and more ear-piercing.

Compared with the night, the Zhaochun Palace in the daytime is even more dilapidated. There are weeds growing on the high eaves, and there are clumps here and there, surrounded by dense weeds and shade trees, hiding the whole palace in a large area. In the shade.

As soon as he arrived under the shade of the tree, Han Qingyang felt a little bit of coolness.

Zhou Yanzong stood under the sun with his hands behind his back, and the bright yellow dragon robe reflected a cold and dazzling luster under the sunlight.

He walked over and stood beside him.

Zhou Yanzong came here as soon as he was in court. Although he had never seen his mother, he had dreamed of it countless times in his dreams. Although the woman's face was unclear, he could feel her kindness and tenderness.

"You're here?"

He reached out and took Han Qingyang's hand.

On a normal day, Han Qingyang would definitely pull his hands away. Holding hands in the hot summer is covered with sweat stains, not romantic at all.But now he is standing beside Zhou Yanzong, but he just wants to hold him in his arms.

The sun was scorching, and the two stood silently.

After a while, Zhou Yanzong sighed, "Let's go back."

Han Qingyang followed him with lowered eyes.

"Today is a good day for His Majesty, and it is also the first time I celebrate my birthday with His Majesty. Isn't His Majesty happy?"

Zhou Yanzong's voice was muffled.

"Lonely happy."

He was really happy. In the past 22 years, no one had been by his side, but this year was different because he had Han Qingyang.

......

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Han Qingyang compared Dahong's clothes in front of Zhou Yanzong.

"Your Majesty, why don't you give it a try? It took me a long time to make this with my own hands." He handed his hand to Zhou Yanzong, "Your Majesty, you see that my hands are covered with scars. If you don't wear it, will you forgive me?"

Zhou Yanzong looked down and saw that there were many small wounds on Fenfen's fingertips. He grabbed his hand and kissed his fingertips one by one.

Han Qingyang shyly withdrew his hand.

"His Majesty......"

This call made hundreds of turns and turns, captivating people's hearts.

Zhou Yanzong took the clothes and stared at his fair face with fiery eyes.

"You can change it alone if you want, Qingyang has to wear it with me."

Han Qingyang said "ah", "But I only did this one."

Zhou Yanzong began to take off his clothes without hesitation.

"Don't forget, Gu is the emperor, and if you want anything, you can have it immediately."

He ordered to the outside: "Wang Shou, go to the storeroom and look for a red dress. I want the most luxurious and beautiful one."

Xia Ri's clothes were thin, and in a blink of an eye Zhou Yanzong took off only his obscene pants, revealing his firm upper body.

Han Qingyang hurriedly lowered his eyes in shame.

However, Zhou Yanzong raised the corners of his lips, grabbed his hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles.

The tentacles are hard, like stone.

......

The banquet was held in Qingliang Hall.

Qingliang Hall is located on a high place, with rockery and flowing water, shaded by trees, and facing Taiye Pool, it is the most cool place to escape the summer heat.

The night is gradually ending, and the tired birds return to their nests.

The sound of silk and bamboo passes through the tulle lifted by the breeze and spreads far away.

Perhaps Zhou Yanzong's prestige was too great, even on this day of celebration, only the sound of whispering conversations was heard, and there was no interest in the interplay of cups and cups.

Han Qingyang sat beside Zhou Yanzong in a bright red dress.

Wang Shou did things safely, and found a former empress's wedding dress. The red dress was embroidered with a golden phoenix, and the phoenix spread its wings, which was unparalleled in luxury.

Han Qingyang sat on a high place, looking down at the unfamiliar faces.

Suddenly there seemed to be eyes cast on him, he looked over suddenly, but found nothing, he looked at Xu Zhicheng curiously, the eyes were from his angle just now.

Zhou Yanzong noticed his strangeness, tilted his head and whispered in his ear: "This kind of bookish man is old and the most useless. If Qingyang wants to see it, just look at Gu."

He held his hand, and his eyes were already a little drunk.

Taking advantage of this bit of drunkenness, he became more and more bold, and reached out to touch his leg.

Han Qingyang took his hand away.

"Your Majesty is drunk, and my clothes are dirty."

Zhou Yanzong didn't let go of his hand, "I'm not afraid of getting my clothes dirty, Qingyang will..."

The heat coming from the hands under the table made Han Qingyang so startled that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

Bold.

So bold.

In front of the officials, how dare he?

Zhou Yanzong looked confused.

"Qingyang, move a little bit..."

......

The banquet ended hastily.

When Zhou Yanzong led Han Qingyang down from the top, both of them were dressed in bright red clothes, as if they were a newlywed couple, the red was festive and dazzling.

After Zhou Yanzong left.

Xu Zhicheng yelled at the followers behind him with a gloomy face: "What were you doing just now? Do you know that if you are not careful, we have to explain it here."

Although the attendant lowered his head, he couldn't see his face clearly.

There was an inexplicable confidence in his voice, "Don't worry, after tonight, he will be nothing."

The door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation just closed.

Zhou Yanzong hugged Han Qingyang into his arms, bowed his head and kissed his moist red lips.

When Han Qingyang felt he could hardly breathe, Zhou Yanzong let go of him, walked to the table, and poured two glasses of wine.

He handed one of the cups to Han Qingyang.

Then it passed through the crook of his arm and raised his arm.

"Qing Yang, today you are wearing a phoenix robe that can only be worn by a queen, and now we have another cup of wine, from now on you will be a member of my Zhou Yanzong."

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, looking at Han Qingyang with burning eyes.

Han Qingyang also raised his head and drank it, feeling like falling into the clouds, and even his feet were soft.

There were clusters of flames burning in Zhou Yanzong's eyes.

"Do you know that the fifteenth day of the seventh month is nothing but Gu's birthday?"

Han Qingyang snuggled into his arms and shook her head gently.

Zhou Yanzong's arm around his waist exerted some strength.

"July and a half is also Ghost Festival. It is said that on this day the gates of the underworld will be opened, and countless innocent souls will come to the underworld. For this reason, the Qin Tianjian back then concluded that I was an ominous person and would kill everyone close to me. man of."

Han Qingyang put his arms around his waist.

"Coincidentally, when I was a child, a fortune teller told me my fortune. He said that my fate is as tough as that weed. It can be seen that my Majesty and I are a match made in heaven."

Zhou Yanzong held his face and kissed him deeply.

"Promise Gu, no matter what happens next, you have to live well."

Han Qingyang looked up at him suspiciously, feeling that Zhou Yanzong was a little strange tonight.

"His Majesty?"

Zhou Yanzong twitched the corners of his lips.

"Gu Ye promises you, Gu Ye will definitely live well."

Although Han Qingyang felt strange, but right now he had a more important thing to do in his heart, which left him no time to take care of it.

"Hold on a moment, Your Majesty, I still have a present to give to Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he turned around and ran out of the hall, the raised skirt corners outlined his slender figure with a sense of agility and lightness, as if he was a flying fairy on a mural.

When the hall returned to silence.

The obsessive look in Zhou Yanzong's eyes subsided in an instant, replaced by his usual coldness.

He whispered to the shadow, "What's going on outside?"

Sombra's voice was cold and hard, without any emotion.

"Yongshou Palace and those people outside have already started to act."

Zhou Yanzong said in a deep voice: "Follow the plan."

When Han Qingyang trotted back, he had an extra tray in his hand, some flour was still on his face, beads of sweat hung on his temple hair, his little face was flushed, but his eyes were full of stars.

The porcelain bowl on the tray was steaming, and the hall was filled with fragrance as soon as he entered.

He brought longevity noodles to Zhou Yanzong.

"Your Majesty, eat it while it's hot."

Zhou Yanzong was stunned for a long time.

It's just a bowl of ordinary noodles, the soup is crystal clear, there are some oily flowers floating on it, and some chopped green onions are sprinkled on it. It is very ordinary, but very warm.

This is the warmth he has never had in the first half of his life.

The thickness of the noodles is somewhat uneven.

Han Qingyang rubbed his hands in embarrassment and explained: "My skills are limited, but the chefs in the imperial dining room said that being able to roll out continuous noodles like me at one time is already very talented."

He stared at Zhou Yanzong eating noodles eagerly.

"Your Majesty, you have to finish eating this noodle, and don't leave a single bite, so that you can live a long and healthy life like this noodle."

The hot air seems to be blinding the eyes.

Zhou Yanzong only felt that his eyes were astringent, he ate with big mouthfuls, his heart had already softened into a puddle of spring water.

After washing, Han Qingyang let his wet hair fall back on his head.

Zhou Yanzong took a dry handkerchief and wiped it off for him, his movements were clumsy and careful.

Occasionally, Han Qingyang made a "hiss", and his hands trembled.

Han Qingyang plucked up his courage, threw the scarf in his hand aside, and looked up at him with his head fixed.

"Your Majesty, I want...I want to tell you all my secrets. I..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yanzong hugged him into his arms.

"It doesn't matter, none of this matters."

Han Qingyang became suspicious, "But, Your Majesty has treated me so well, I don't want to lie to you anymore, in fact, I am..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Not only could he not speak, but he could not even move his body.

He was so anxious that he almost cried.

Zhou Yanzong pecked lightly on his lips.

"Qing Yang, good boy, after tonight, we can fly far away, and then I will be the king of the mountain, and you will be my lady of the village."

The author has something to say: Zhou Yanzong who doesn't want to be an emperor but only wants to fall in love.