right after

After the vernal equinox, the Jiangnan area is always cloudy and rainy, and the light rain falls on the fields in the evening.

The marching soldiers found a place to shelter from the rain, and temporarily used it as a place to rest tonight, and smoke rose one after another in the twilight.

When it was getting dark, two maids respectfully brought a plate of freshly cooked venison, fresh wild vegetables and rice into the sedan chair.

The luxury sedan was a bit dim, only a few night pearls were lit, the two of them were silent inside, extremely quiet.

The maid put down the dinner in response, and the savory smell of venison spread everywhere, but no one started.

Seeing that Sima Huan was still thinking about the chess game in distress, Han Qing persuaded him cheerfully: "General Sima, don't be in a hurry, it's better to finish the dinner and then solve the chess game."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were spoken, a white jade chess piece landed crisply on the chessboard, and the endgame on the chessboard was resolved.

The smile on the corner of Han Qing's mouth disappeared silently.

It took Sima Huan nearly two hours to solve the chess game.

Sima Huan raised his head, rubbed his long-hanging neck, and said proudly between his brows, "I don't know Concubine Han, what's the last question?"

Han Qing gritted her teeth secretly, and said calmly, "After dinner, Han Qing will tell you."

"Okay, but before that, the son-in-law should take off his clothes." Sima Huan grabbed Han Qing's lapel with malicious intentions.

"General Sima, remember not to ruin your clothes this time." Han Qing forced a smile and said.

"Hehe, Huan naturally won't miss again." After saying that, Han Qing's padded jacket was taken off, and Han Qing, who was wearing a middle coat, looked taller and thinner.

Sima Huan's eyes were glued to the youthful body, and he couldn't help swallowing his throat, his eyes became hotter, his rough hands touched his bare legs under the jacket, and praised: "Ice muscles and bones, ecstasy!" also."

Han Qing secretly took a deep breath, squeezed his palms tightly, suppressed the strong urge to kill, and said with a smile: "General Sima still needs to pass a test."

"Why, the general's intelligence is not enough for Concubine Han to fall in love with?" Sima Huan's movements became more and more excessive, his majestic body pressed against Han Qing's thin body.

"Not yet, general, why should you rush for a while, after answering the last question, Han Qing will naturally let you pick and choose." Han Qing met those eyes full of desire, tightened his muscles, and prepared to say secretly.

"I can't wait, so why not answer as we go." Before Sima Huan could finish his sentence, he impatiently pressed down on his body, and felt a chill on his neck, and the sharp blade touched his main vein.

Han Qing didn't know when he would break free from the shackles, and in an instant, he stole the dagger from his waist.

"You have to wait if you can't wait, traitor." Han Qing exerted force with his hands, and a few drops of blood on Sima Huan's neck passed through the tip of the knife and landed on his chest, with a pungent blood.

Han Qing forced Sima Huan to stand up, quickly tied his hands and feet with a rope, and hit his neck like a knife, then took off Sima Huan's shoes and stuffed them into his mouth, finally stripped off his clothes, hated Spit several times on his face and body.

Han Qing still didn't feel relieved enough, squatting down and looking at his disgusting body, the knife lingered several times in front of the internal organs and descendants.

However, reason told him that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, he must take revenge openly, cut off his head, and avenge today's humiliation.

Han Qing carefully looked out the window of the sedan chair, and saw that the sky was almost dark, and many soldiers were drying clothes and chatting around the fire.

Han Qing raised the curtain of the sedan chair, and called a soldier to get on the sedan chair. When he was not prepared to be stunned, he exchanged his clothes and got out of the sedan chair. Taking advantage of the night, he mingled with many soldiers and disappeared in the darkness with a big figure.

The rain fell on the glazed tiles of the imperial palace, on the old pear tree in front of Zhumen, and the snow-white petals fell on the ground, making the ground desolate.

Sitting at the door, Hua Xihuan sighed faintly, feeling the coolness of spring blowing against her face.

Tonight, the supreme master visited Mei Pavilion again.

Gao Sheng approached, stretched out his slender and strong palm, rubbed her head and said, "Little girl, why are you sighing?"

"I didn't expect Li'er to be pregnant for more than three months." Hua Xihuan recalled the imperial physician's diagnosis and put her chin on her bent legs.

"Why are you sighing because she is so happy?" Gao Sheng opened the hem of his robe, sat down beside her and asked.

"But, the emperor doesn't like Li'er..." Hua Xihuan put her face on her knees, looking sideways at Gao Sheng's sharp face and said.

"In my opinion, the emperor just likes Meimei and is protecting her." Gao Sheng untied the knife from his waist, leaned against the door, and disagreed.

"As you said, why doesn't he come to see Li'er often? Every time Concubine Rong bullies Li'er, he doesn't say anything." Hua Xihuan recalled Concubine Rong's high-spirited look every time. , the anger will not hit one place.

"You are still young and don't understand the rules of the harem and the emperor's situation." Gao Sheng said, looking at the pear tree in the distance that was drenched in the rain.

"Isn't he a high-ranking emperor? He can't decide what he doesn't like." Hua Xihuan felt that Gao Sheng would speak good words for the bad emperor again.

"The emperor's situation is very difficult. Muyun's noble clans are segregated from each other. Have you ever seen an emperor who has no military power in his hands? Who among the people here is not harboring evil intentions.

In this harem, there is not a single woman he likes, they are all pushed in by various forces, some of them are the daughters of his deadly enemies, the emperor still has to do routine, every rain and dew is covered.

I have never seen the emperor take the initiative to ask any concubine to sleep in the bed before, only Meimei is an exception.

After reviewing the memorial, the emperor secretly stood outside the door, watching Meimei practice dance for the banquet.

You don't know that the night he found out that Mei Mei was poisoned, he got drunk by accident and muttered in a daze: Yan'er.

The plum blossom hairpin and cloud clothes that the emperor rewarded yesterday were chosen by him personally.I also heard him muttering: What if Meimei doesn't like it? "

It was the first time Hua Xihuan heard this, raised her head from her knees, her eyes widened in disbelief, that emperor who was so high above him really cared about Li'er.

Hua Xihuan seemed to have thought of something, then lowered her head listlessly and said: "But everyone in the palace knows that the emperor has been looking for another man he loves, and he has been looking for it for more than four years."

"Well, I didn't serve the emperor before, and I don't know the specific situation. I only know that the emperor went to the battlefield to cheer for the soldiers in person four years ago when General Sima was dying. Beautiful man, but that beautiful man wounded the emperor that night and escaped, and he has been worried about it ever since.

I actually think that the emperor doesn't like him, but wants to take revenge, because every time the emperor will say viciously that if he is found, he will definitely not let him go. I don't think this tone is like a lover. "Gao Sheng guessed while stroking the scabbard with his finger.

"Um, this is a bit different from the version in the palace. If it's true as you said, then the emperor doesn't like men, he likes Li'er..." Hua Xihuan couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

There was a sound of footsteps in the house, Hua Xihuan and Gao Sheng quickly stood up from the threshold and stood aside respectfully.

"Gao Sheng, let's go back to the palace." Xiao Jingyu came out of the Mei Pavilion with a hint of joy on his jade face.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gao Sheng's face returned to his coldness, he followed the emperor with his sword in his arms, and left without looking aside.

After the emperor left, Hua Xihuan immediately ran into the room, keeping the latest news away from each other.

After hearing what she said, Mo Xiangli's face was full of joy, he held Hua Xihuan's hand and said, "It would be great if it is true."

However, this joy was too late for the night, and a difficult choice fell in front of Mo Xiangli.

Mo Xiangli woke up when she heard a soft "dong" sound in front of the bed, and a person stood up from the ground in the darkness, slowly approaching her with wet steam.

Mo Xiangli held his breath, quietly clenched the hairpin under the pillow, and waited for it to approach.

As soon as his cold hands touched her shoulders, Mo Xiangli suddenly pulled out the hairpin and stabbed fiercely at the person who came.

"Hmm~" There was a muffled hum in the air, and a faint smell of blood wafted through the room.

"Yan'er, it's me." Han Qing said in pain, covering her shoulder.

"Brother?" Mo Xiangli lit a candle, and the dim light spread out in the room.

Han Qing closed his eyes and pulled out the hairpin, looking at the hairpin halfway into the finger, stained with blood, a tired smile appeared on his face, and said: "I didn't expect that few people would sneak up on me on the battlefield, I didn't expect that today I fell for you, little girl!" way."

Mo Xiangli lowered his head guiltily, and explained, "I thought someone was going to kill me."

Han Qing patted her head distressedly, held her in his arms and said, "Brother hasn't been by your side these years, so it's hard for you to be alone."

"Brother, I'll bandage you and give you some medicine." Mo Xiangli asked about the smell of blood in his nose, struggled out of his arms and said.

"Okay." Han Qing's eyes were very gentle.

Mo Xiangli took out the cream and clean cloth strips that the emperor had given him last time.

Han Qing pulled off her blouse, exposing her chest in front of her.

Mo Xiangli didn't dare to look directly, and didn't dare to look too far out of the corner of his eye, so he hurriedly applied the powder.

Han Qing's body carried a certain kind of magical power, which moved people's hearts.

"Yan'er, if you don't look at me, how do you know where the wound is?" Han Qing grabbed Mo Xiangli's slender waist, grabbed her hand and drew it up to his chest, approaching her cheek, and asked ambiguously.

Mo Xiangli's face turned red in an instant. Since she was a child, she has always been unable to resist his beauty.

"I'm married..." Mo Xiangli reminded himself, curling his lips.

"Yan'er, brother doesn't mind." The corner of Han Qing's mouth lightly touched the small cherry mouth that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time, and his voice was a little deceptively hoarse.

"Brother..." Han Qing kissed Mo Xiangli's soft lips affectionately, and blocked her words.

Han Qing's hand slid along her charming curves, grabbed her slender wrist, and pressed it against the quilt.

"Brother, I'm pregnant..." Mo Xiangli said in a daze.

The blood in Han Qing's whole body froze instantly, and the strength of his hands suddenly lost control, which hurt Mo Xiangli.