Raised baby is reborn

After coming out of Yulouchun, the eldest princess looked much better, and took a carriage to the office.

At dusk, the emperor ordered someone to invite her into the palace.

The imperial palace occupies quite a large area, and after the carriage entered from Zhengyangmen, it did not go to the Taiji Hall, but went round and round to the harem instead.

The harem has been idle for many years, and the palace people clean it, but each palace has no owner. If the emperor does not have a queen or a concubine, the place will be empty.

Cherish the vegetation, pavilions, towers and pavilions, looking at the past all the way, solemn and solemn, revealing the austerity of the palace everywhere.

The carriage stopped outside a water pavilion, and the sound of silk and bamboo lingered in her ears, she asked curiously, "Why is this, Your Majesty?"

The head servant smiled and said: "Master Jiang Zhiyi recommended some maids to the maids. I heard that they are good-looking, and they are all good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Jiang Zhiyi is Jing Zhaoyin, who leads the security of the capital, but has a restless temperament in his bones.

The waterside pavilion leans against the water, and the fragrance of flowers and plants is attractive. As you approach, the smell of pollen covers up the fragrance of grasses. Behind the veil, there is a woman dancing barefoot.

The emperor was leaning on the couch, holding the wine cup in his hand, lacking in interest, Jiang Zhiyi was shocked, "Your Majesty doesn't like it?"

"I don't like it." The emperor confessed, his appearance was not as good-looking as Mingshu's, his eyes fell on the exposed waist, and he clicked twice: "Vulgar."

The emperor's vision was so high that Jiang Zhiyi didn't know what to say, so he said, "Does your majesty like it?"

"I like her body, I don't like her people." The emperor thought of Mingshu's slender and soft body and found it interesting, but unfortunately he couldn't taste her taste.

Jiang Zhiyi has wandered around the romantic venues for many years. Although there are not a few women who have played with them, they still know some shame. The little emperor's words mean to tell you: "I don't like you, I just want to sleep with you."

She had never seen such a shameless emperor.

In comparison, it is nothing if she is more romantic.

The eldest princess walked in at this time, and the emperor immediately sat upright, with extremely serious eyes.

Qin Tangxi sat down behind the food table, without squinting. The emperor's mind moved, and he winked at several 'maids'.

The maid walked barefoot in front of the eldest princess, her snow-white arms were as dazzling as snow, and the red Danko was dotted like blood, gorgeous and charming.

Jiang Zhiyi hooked the corners of her lips, Qin Tangxi hadn't been tempted for so many years, no matter who the girl was, she wouldn't take a second look.

The maid is beautiful, the skin on her chest is extremely bright, and the top of the snow mountain is not as plump as her.

I saw the palace servant who was pouring the wine away with both hands, holding the jug to pour the wine, the clear wine slowly fell into the cup, the sound of splashing made my heart feel hot.

The little emperor held his chin, not knowing what the maid wanted.

And Jiang Zhiyi understood, but she wondered whether Qin Tangxi would accept the wine from such a beauty.

After the atmosphere suddenly rose, Qin Tangxi lowered her eyes, the maid was forced by her temperament, her hands trembled in fright, and she was at a loss.

Jiang Zhiyi reminded: "Continue."

The maid held the white wine cup, opened her mouth slightly, biting the cup with her two lips, raised her head slightly, and the wine slipped into her mouth.

Qin Tangxi is an idiot if he doesn't understand anymore, he immediately got up and said: "If your Majesty is fine, I will leave first."

"Sister, won't you leave after drinking a glass of wine?" The emperor was tempted, her heart itched slightly, she wanted to try.

Qin Tangxi refused to answer, pleaded guilty and left, obviously angry.

The emperor waved to the maid without calling her, "Come here."

The maid swallowed the wine in her mouth and stepped forward obediently.

The emperor stared at her two lumps of flesh, and poured wine into her collarbone.

Jiang Zhiyi covered his eyes, apologizing and running away without waiting for the emperor's order.

Blue comes from blue and is better than blue. The emperor knows how to play without being taught, and the eldest princess doesn't know how to control it.

The emperor didn't care about them, the clear wine slowly flowed down the gully, the maid's face was flushed, but she was watching intently, with a hint of desire in her eyes.

Then, she asked: "Can you play with yourself?"

The maid hung her head and said nothing, falteringly pinching the belt around her waist.

****

Jiang Zhiyi trotted to catch up with the eldest princess, "You should be satisfied with Mingshu."

Mingshu has a beautiful appearance and a pure heart, just because of her eyes similar to Zhao Lan, the eldest princess will also like it.

The person in Fengguang Jiyue looks like a banished immortal, but what she is like in her bones, only she knows.

Qin Tangxi boarded the carriage, "If you want to spoil His Majesty, I will not bother."

Jiang Zhiyi then got into the car: "Zhao Lan is dead, you should know that you will have such a day."

Qin Tangxi sat upright, turning a deaf ear to her words.

"If you like her, you should avenge her." Jiang Zhiyi said eagerly.

Qin Tangxi pretended not to hear, and said coldly: "Get out of the car."

Jiang Zhiyi wanted to say something else, Qin Tangxi suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were dark and prey, like a demon from hell, without warmth.

She murmured: "I'll just get out, I'll teach Mingshu to you."

The carriage left the palace quickly, Jiang Zhiyi had no choice, only the emperor and the eldest princess could leave in the palace, and officials like her could only go out slowly.

When she reached Yulouchun, it was already dusk, and she asked someone to deliver a booklet to Mingshu.

The brochure arrived safely in Mingshu's hands.

Ming Shu was just about to go to bed after taking a bath, when she received the brochure, she was taken aback, and was shocked when she opened it. It was written in the brochure, which included her preferences, even her fingering for playing the piano.

The handwriting on it is the eldest princess's.

She hurriedly put on her clothes and got up, and when she chased out, there was no one at the door. Could it be that the eldest princess sent this?

When no one was found, she returned to the building lonely, with the booklet still on the couch.

Does this mean to ask her to learn?

Zhao Lan has already become a thing of the past, why bother to cling to it?

****

At dawn the next day, there was an extra coffin at the gate of the Princess's mansion.

Qin Jianhan happened to see this scene when he went to court, and he frowned and scolded angrily. The doorman also felt strange, "I don't know who sent this, I can't find anyone."

"Why can't I find anyone? It's obvious that you are lazy." Qin Jianhan scolded angrily. After looking around at the coffin, he felt that it looked familiar. Suddenly something came to his mind, and his legs became weak with fright, and he dared not approach it.

"Ahan, what's the matter?"

A familiar voice came from behind the door, Qin Jianhan immediately woke up, and hurriedly ordered someone to carry it away, but the doorman stood still and refused to move.

She rushed forward and kicked them impatiently, "Would you have the eyesight to see, such an unlucky thing should have been taken away long ago."

Qin Jianhan was furious, Qin Tangxi stepped forward calmly, looked at the coffin carefully, "Open it and have a look."

"Open it?" Qin Jianhan's back was stiff as if he had been struck by lightning, and the good show climbed up to the ghost, "Auntie, what are you doing opening this? I don't think it's bad luck."

"Ahan, open it and have a look." Qin Tangxi repeated.

The atmosphere in front of the door was too weird, Qin Jianhan retreated in a daze as if she had seen a ghost, but Qin Tangxi didn't allow her to go, and even took her hand to open the coffin together.

"no, I do not……"

Qin Jianhan pushed her away all over the place, and ran to the mansion desperately.

The ghost lingers, the ghost lingers, Zhao Lan deserves to die, and the emperor wants to kill her, and she has nothing to do with it.

Qin Tangxi stared lightly at the panicked figure, his eyes were a little heavy, and he ordered slowly: "Send the coffin to the princess' yard."