Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

plate by plate

The Huns were certain, so they started to set off. It was already early spring when the army returned to the court and returned to the capital.

Wealthy people decorated red silk and red lanterns. Ordinary people wore brand-new clothes and crowded into the street with their children and wives in their arms. Even the little old ladies in the alleys and alleys had their hair straightened, and moved benches to line up early. Occupy the position and squat to guard.

Vendors selling sugar sticks made a lot of money. Today, whenever a child looks at it eagerly, those adults are extremely wealthy and take out copper coins to give their children sweet mouths.

Not to mention that when someone's son comes back from the battlefield, the neighbors will definitely gather around him, spreading out compliments and happy words as if they don't want money. I can't wait to settle a happy marriage on the spot.

The streets were bustling with people, and it took more than half of the guards in the capital to maintain the situation.

The army marched into Beijing with a big flag, which was fluttering in the breeze and unfolded against the wind.Kong Wu's powerful officers and men looked ahead and walked forward in unison.Xu Huaiqing was sitting in the dragon's seat, and Song Yan was riding a big horse in front, and he could see it as soon as he looked up.

The excitement lasted for a whole day before it ended.

Xu Huaiqing and Song Yan returned to the palace, and Wang Fu, dressed in eunuch uniform, led a group of young eunuchs to welcome them.

"The slave sees the emperor and the empress, long live the emperor, long live, long live the empress, thousand years old, thousand years old!"

As soon as he knelt down, the little radish-headed eunuchs also knelt down in unison.

"What is this for?"

Wang Fu replied respectfully: "This is a little baby that my slave picked out when His Majesty was away. He has good bones and a pure heart. This slave wants His Majesty to give him the palm of his hand."

Xu Huaiqing made people stand up with a wave of his hand: "Okay, I don't worry about your work, I know you don't have extra thoughts."

Hearing the words, Wang Fu stood up hurriedly, yelling, and immediately replaced the eunuch leading the way to lead Xu Huaiqing and Song Yan.

Wang Fu has always been cautious, and it is absolutely impossible to keep anything. He wanted to show that he had no dissent, so he opened up everything he had to gain the trust of the emperor, and he dared not keep anything.

But how could Xu Huaiqing not trust him? If he didn't trust him, he wouldn't have been left in the capital to share equal shares with the capital, and he wouldn't have given him so much power early on.

They entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and when the dust of the day was washed away, the imperial physicians who came outside to ask for pulse also rushed in to take the pulse of the saint.

The result is naturally "Holy Eucharist Kangtai." There is nothing better than this time.

Once the process was completed, the hall was emptied.

Because of their roughness in the army, Xu Huaiqing and Song Yan sat cross-legged at the head, and none of them realized that something was wrong. Their postures were as relaxed as two old men, but they should be handsome.

Wang Fu was aware of it, but he didn't mention it. He even sincerely felt that it was good for His Majesty to relax like this.

He reported to the two of them that he reported the affairs during this period in detail, knowing that his mouth was dry before he finished.

Song Yan listened to each other, touched the jade in her arms, carved it with spiritual power from time to time, and replaced one piece after carving.

In comparison, Xu Huaiqing was more dedicated to his work, quickly took over the affairs, and in the end it became a question and answer between the two.

Song Yan waited until she had finally finished speaking before handing over the teacup, and someone sent a cup to Wang Fu.

"Are you tired?" While still asking, Song Yan knew how to press Xu Huaiqing's head with her thumb to relieve his fatigue.

After Wang Fu finished his tea, Zhiqu took the people out, and by the way, he asked people to cover the door, so that no one outside could spy on them.

There was a small table between Song Yan and Xu Huaiqing, and it was inconvenient for one to hold his head and the other to stretch his hands, so Song Yan pulled Xu Huaiqing up and onto the large couch.

Song Yan asked Xu Huaiqing to lie on her lap, while she pressed her acupoints, kneaded her shoulders and rubbed her head to relax His Majesty.

As the seasons changed, His Majesty's clothes became thinner.Xu Huaiqing turned over, lay down smoothly on his back, and finally pulled Song Yan's clothes, lying on his lap and fell asleep.

Song Yan lowered her head to listen to His Majesty's breathing, and waited for the sound to gradually calm down before she straightened up, revealing the dragon's horn naturally.

He has a quirk, just like people like to scratch their scars, as a dragon, he also likes someone to scratch his horns, the stronger the better.

I don't know if other dragons are like this, or he is alone.

"Your Majesty?" Song Yan called softly, but Xu Huaiqing didn't respond, her breathing was still steady.

He was relieved, and carefully went to grab His Majesty's hand, then lowered his head, letting his hand touch his own dragon horn.Although a sleeping person has no strength in his hands, it is better than nothing.

It was not dusk outside, and the soft light came in and fell on the soft couch.

At an angle that Song Yan didn't see, Xu Huaiqing opened his eyes in confusion.

Xu Huaiqing squeezed the familiar feeling of the hand, and the cold rocky touch felt very good in his hand.

He thought wildly, such a thing is no better than his father's walnuts, and it is the right time to deal with the memorial.

Song Yan felt her head shake with force, her eyes were slightly red, she subconsciously looked at His Majesty, and met Xu Huaiqing's eyes that were wandering in the sky: "Your Majesty?"

Song Yan was a little flustered and at a loss.Will his dragon horn be ugly and scare His Majesty?

Thinking of this, Song Yan could not wait to take back the dragon's horn immediately, this thing was as ugly as a stone, not stained with his heroic golden color at all.

"Don't move, did you do this?" Xu Huaiqing noticed Song Yan's appearance in disbelief, and panicked to hide his preference for role-playing a dragon, which is quite interesting.

Xu Huaiqing looked at the two horns on Song Yan's head. The last time he saw it was on Jinlong's body, he didn't expect Song Yan to recover one by one. He really deserves to be talented.

Song Yan seemed to understand what Xu Huaiqing said, so she nodded quickly: "Yes, I did it!"

It is absolutely impossible because he has such an ugly horn himself.

Xu Huaiqing encouraged: "It's very realistic." It seems that Song Yan really likes dragons, and can't help but imitate them.

He leaned closer and tried his hand: "It's so firm."

Song Yan took a deep breath, hugged the waist of the person in front of her, and said with restraint: "Yes, it is very firm. Then, His Majesty, try to break off the horns."

He could no longer suppress his thoughts and induced His Majesty to try his dragon horn.

In view of the proper selection of materials for the dragon horns made by Song Yan, Xu Huaiqing couldn't put it down.

Song Yan saw Xu Huaiqing's liking, and followed the dragon's horn one by one, so she couldn't help but said: "If your majesty breaks it off, give it to your majesty."

"really?"

Xu Huaiqing really likes it. He has also touched countless jade stones, but he can't tell what kind of material it is.But the more this is the case, the more I can't let go.

Song Yan was absolutely sure: "Really!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up Xu Huaiqing and strode to the dragon couch: "Go to the bed and come back."

As the sun slanted little by little, the curtain on the dragon bed also came down, covering the people inside tightly, and the two of them didn't let out a sound.

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The next day.

Xu Huaiqing's mouth was swollen, and there were deep and shallow tooth marks on it. Song Yan smeared it with ointment guiltily, and then put on white powder, so that it was not obvious.

Last night he was like a dog.Song Yan became so ruthless that she even scolded herself.

"Something." Xu Huaiqing stretched out his hand, if it wasn't for the weirdness on his mouth, he would not have realized it at all, who would have thought that such a light tooth mark would also be imprinted.Now he is more concerned about Song Yan's promise last night.

He didn't break off the dragon's horn, Song Yan promised that he could cut off some of it for him as long as he held it overnight, and threatened that this material was unique, and there would be no second copy in the world, so he agreed without hesitation.

How could Song Yan renege on her promise: "When Your Majesty comes down, I will offer it up, and I will cut it up quickly."

"It's still in hand." Then a large piece is Song Yan's toy, so it's not too much to give him a piece that can be rolled in his hand.

Song Yan smiled and agreed: "Of course!"

Seeing this, Xu Huaiqing was satisfied and went to court.

Song Yan, on the other hand, stood in front of the bronze mirror and asked everyone to come out, and then began to choose which part of the dragon's horn was more convenient.

Like picking pork, he originally thought that the fat ones should not be the thin ones, and it is best to mix fat and thin.

But who knows that he is the most perfect dragon in the world, even the dragon horn that is disgusted in every way is like this. It turns out that His Majesty likes it.Song Yan thought later.

He wanted to give every piece to His Majesty, and after hesitating back and forth, he finally used his spiritual power to cut off a branch that didn't matter, a piece that was the right size and right in his hand.

Song Yan didn't feel like cutting the dragon's horns, as long as she thought about it, it was like polishing her nails.

Thinking of cutting off a small piece of dragon's horn and playing with it in His Majesty's hands all the time, Song Yan's dragon's heart became very hot.

From this day on, Xu Huaiqing began to twist the little dragon's horn, and at night, Song Yan would sometimes reveal the dragon's horn without covering it up and find a gap, trapping Xu Huaiqing and letting him do it properly.

After Song Yan returned to Beijing, he nestled in the palace. Although he had a position, he did not seek power. He promoted someone to work, and he was at ease in the palace. Memorial.

No one wants this suspected favorite to divide power, so naturally after being suppressed, he will happily stop being a monster.

After Song Yan finally took the time to carve all the jade he had, he went to the mountain forest outside Beijing once, where he found the jade when picking up the little tiger.

Song Yan found an open space, and began to build a paradise, and set up an enchantment on the top of the mountain by the way.

Once someone breaks in, they will return to the original place after an hour's detour, and they can only go out but not in.

Song Yan built a house with bamboo, surrounded the yard, made furniture with thousand-year-old wood, and finally decorated it with carved jade.

A slightly crude and casual bamboo house has been built. This is a paradise for two people. They come here to drink tea and watch the wind blow and sleep in their free time.

After everything was settled and returned to the palace, Song Yan became eager again, and quickly finished approving Xu Huaiqing's memorial, and blindfolded the person and used a small spell to bring them into their peach blossom garden.

"Why so fast?" They were still staying at the Jingzhong Restaurant one moment, and they appeared here the next moment.

"Because this place is right in front of you, His Majesty can come anytime, very soon." Song Yan said leisurely, blowing the wind.

Xu Huaiqing has been busy farming recently, although he is not too tired, but he has a lot of worries, and he dare not stop for a moment.

Xu Huaiqing held Song Yan's palm, looked at the mountains in the distance, only felt relaxed and happy, and didn't think too much about it.

"It's only now that I really feel the joy of being an emperor."

He sighed: "Not everyone can marry a queen."

Song Yan grinned when she heard the praise, and dragged Xu Huaiqing into the yard: "There is wine in the room, let's have a drink."