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The spring is warm and harmonious, and April is the time when the graceful and luxurious peonies are in full bloom. In the past, every year the queen would gather all the concubines and concubines to hold a peony flower party.

The concubines climbed each other's peonies of various colors and performed a well-prepared program at the flower show. The peony king was carefully selected by the ministers and the emperor.Kao can win the honor of nobles and celebrities, a hundred taels of gold, and the most important thing is to be favored by the emperor for three nights.

But the day before yesterday, Empress Murong Yi was abolished, and Concubine Rong Guifei Sima Jiao was murdered. Two pots of cold water were poured on the people who were celebrating the peony festival, and no one cared about the peony festival.

This morning, the story of Concubine Rong's perverted death in her boudoir quickly spread to every corner of the palace, everyone began to feel insecure, and a layer of gloom hung over the palace.

Last year, Xiao Jingyu got three rare black peonies, one for himself, one for Prime Minister Li Junye, and the last one for Concubine Rong, who won Kao.

According to Concubine Rong's temperament in the past, she had to put on a show in front of her concubines and ridicule everyone. She never expected that today's black peony flower buds would fade away before they bloomed.

The spring breeze was blowing, passing the quiet pavilion, Yan Zijin, who was dressed in light green clothes, stood up to stop Li Junye, and hurriedly said: "Let me restore the case."

Li Junye put the jade gourd on the table, raised his eyebrows at Yan Zijin with his sleeves in his arms, and made a gesture of washing his ears and listening.

Yan Zi rolled up his sleeves, took two steps, and with his slender neck facing the sky, he said with emotion brewing in his eyes: "By the way, it rained heavily last night, Concubine Rong was tossing and turning on the bed, thinking about Jing Yu, and when she fell asleep in a daze, suddenly A thunder exploded, and a strange black figure flashed in front of the window curtain.

Concubine Rong was shocked and just wanted to shout out.

Unexpectedly, the gangster covered her mouth, pulled out the belt to restrain her, and then gracefully peeled off the delicate petals of the peony, and began to tease her sinfully.

Concubine Rong gradually experienced happiness in the process of resistance, and she began to cooperate slowly.

Unexpectedly, the murderer put on his pants and turned into a wolf, ruthlessly gouged out her eyes, cut her delicate skin with a knife, and did not allow her to commit suicide.

The rainy day became his natural cover, the man wiped away all traces in an orderly manner, and finally left in a cool manner.

Poor Concubine Rong, struggling to hold on until dawn, the maid who came to serve her let go of the bondage on her mouth, but she humiliated herself. "

Yan Zijin played the role of the humiliated Concubine Rong for a while, and the murderer for a while, and the performance was decent, as if he was in the scene to observe the big drama last night.

Li Junye thought that the acclaimed "Mr. Lianhua" looked like this in private, so he probably cried, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Jun Ye, do you think I'm right?" Yan Zijin pretended to be a woman, half-hid her face and winked.

Li Junye felt inexplicably hot eyes, tightly pinched the white jade gourd bottle, resisted the impulse to beat him and said: "What you said is roughly the same."

Yan Zijin sat there, waving his fan, and in a second he regained the image of Mr. Pian Pianjia.

Yan Zijin continued to analyze seriously: "The murderer must not be an ordinary person. The murderer is good at using short knives. His figure and appearance should not be bad. Judging from the scene, Concubine Rong's struggle is not violent."

Li Junye nodded in agreement, and added: "Judging from the evidence he erased, he should be very familiar with the palace, able to avoid the guards, and retreat in an orderly manner."

"It is very likely that they are people inside the palace..."

The two looked at each other and said in tacit agreement.

While Li Junye and Yan Zijin were recovering the case in the gazebo, the news that Concubine Rong was murdered and committed suicide spread to every corner of the palace.

The officials tried their best to cover up the fact that she was insulted by men, like a rotten egg with cracks, which caused the flies to come closer to inquire about it excitedly.

"Sima Jiao was insulted and committed suicide by a man this morning..." Mo Xiangli frowned when he heard Hua Xihuan say happily.

After Hua Xihuan was happy, there was pity in Xing's eyes again, and she sighed, "Although I hate her extremely, but this end is really miserable, and she was insulted by other men, it's too pitiful."

Mo Xiangli stared at the beautiful face in the bronze mirror, straightened the newly sparse hair with the armrest, pasted a red flower on the bun, and asked the bronze mirror, "Ah Huan, you said I am the prettiest?" Or is Sima Jiao prettier?"

Hua Xihuan's big apricot eyes turned to Mo Xiangli's beautiful face, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, he said blankly, "Of course it's Li'er."

Mo Xiangli's eyes showed a trace of sadness, he pouted his mouth, and murmured, "Then why did he treat her like this..."

"Ah, Li'er, what did you say?" Hua Xihuan didn't hear what she said clearly, and asked again in a daze.

Mo Xiangli threw down the flower decoration angrily, climbed back on the bed, put on the brocade quilt and said, "It's nothing."

Hua Xihuan is puzzled by Monk Zhanger, who is Lier angry with?

Hua Xihuan was carrying the tray, and when passing by the courtyard, she looked up at the sky, the sun in the sky was overcast again, and the dark clouds began to gather again in the sky, she thought to herself: It's time for light rain again in the afternoon.

Han Qing watched the endless light rain outside the window, frowned irritably, and said to Yueying who was serving beside her, "I want to take a bath."

Moon Shadow nodded, and obediently went down to prepare.

It wasn't until Han Qing was immersed in the warm water that he frowned before relaxing. Yueying stood behind him, looking at the scars left by the war on his white back, and touched the scarf with his fingers. The body of the story, the heart trembled endlessly.

Han Qing sat in the bathtub, closed her eyes and said quietly, "I want to bathe continuously for seven days and seven nights."

"Why?" Yueying was stunned by the action of wiping Han Qing's shoulders, and asked doubtfully.

"I feel dirty all over." Han Qing said softly.

"Dirty?" Yueying looked at Han Qing's fair and clean body up and down, and said in surprise.

"Dirty." Han Qing said firmly.

On the hickey marks on Han Qing's chest and neck in Yueying's eyes, he wondered if it happened last night. He had been holding back the question in his chest all morning, and finally couldn't help but burst out: "Mr. Han, why is the emperor here this morning?" Jinquelou, is he with you..."

Hearing this, Han Qing slowly opened her eyes, looking at Yueying's pretty face in confusion, she couldn't help curling the corners of her thin lips.

He reached out and grabbed Yueying's hand that was about to leave, stared at her restless eyes, and approached ambiguously, "Are you jealous?"

"Yueying, there is no Yueying." Yueying was so frightened that the rag in her hand fell to the ground, and she didn't dare to look directly into Han Qing's breathtaking eyes.

"Last night, it was the emperor who went to the wrong room and kissed me as his concubine. I kindly kept him overnight, but nothing happened. If you want something to happen, it has to be..."

Han Qing kneaded the catkin ambiguously, stared at Yueying's face that was getting redder and brighter, deliberately did not mention the last word, but the meaning was not enough for the two of them.

"I'm in Beihan, except for my first wife, all the seats below are empty." Han Qing said seductively while holding her hand.

"My lord, you are just joking, this slave is just Muyun's maid." Yue Ying pulled out her palm in a panic, took a step back, picked up the bath cloth that fell on the ground, and said with her head down.

Han Qing retreated back to the edge of the bucket, but smiled and said nothing.

Yueying probed the water temperature, bowed his head and said: "The water is not hot enough, Yueying told them to boil more hot water." Then he hurriedly closed the door and fled with a turbulent spring heart.

Han Qing looked at the slightly trembling door, smiled and closed her eyes.Putting a long line to catch big fish has always been the most interesting thing.

After an unknown amount of time, the closed carved wooden door opened again with a "squeak", and the sound of gentle and steady footsteps, accompanied by a hint of coolness, poured into the room.

Steady footsteps, standing in front of the tub for a long time, a slender hand slowly reached into the tub, scooped up a puddle of still water, stared at the water that escaped from the palm of his hand, thought of something, and there was a trace of confusion at the corner of his mouth. Geodesic smile.

That hand suddenly let go of the imprisoned water in the palm, and the water splashed high, staining Han Qing's long and dense eyelashes.

"The water is cold, why is no one adding water?" The mellow and luxurious voice resounded in the air.

Han Qing slowly opened her eyelashes, the thick black eyelashes carried crystal drops of water, like the fragile beauty of flowers in the morning.

For the first time, he began to look at the man in front of him very seriously:

On that seemingly gentle face, the facial features are sharp and angular, and the high nose in the center brings a man's masculinity.

A pair of dragon eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, thick black and delicate, if you don't look carefully, you may think they are sword eyebrows.

A pair of phoenix-eyed eyes with long tails, a clear and shallow smile on the outside, hiding prestige inside, and the eyes are full of elegance as they look forward.

The mouth is straight and thin, and the corners of the lips are always upward when not smiling.

What a seemingly handsome and benevolent face, but unexpectedly it is full of kindness and unfeelingness inside, this is extremely interesting, no wonder Li'er fell in love with him.

While Han Qing was looking at Xiao Jingyu, Xiao Jingyu's eyes lingered on Han Qing's face.

A face with clean lines and nothing superfluous, a glaring scar on the smooth right cheek, running through the brow bone, adding a bit of sinisterness.

The nose in the middle is tall and straight, with a touch of delicateness, as if carefully carved by God.

A pair of slender and beautiful eyes, sometimes looking straight at you, big and round, clear and pure, sometimes slightly narrowed, the end of the eyes unintentionally flowing with bone-destroying ecstasy.

The slender and slanting eyebrows are full of heroic spirit, and the thin lips are small and sexy, and they are not touching.

This is a face that is difficult to describe with a pen. It is so beautiful that one cannot distinguish between male and female, making people forget his gender.

"My lord, the water has returned. I've been waiting for a long time." When Yueying pushed the door and entered, Xiao Jingyu and Han Qing's eyes were intertwined. The atmosphere between the two was so delicate that it was difficult to describe it.

"I'm not going to soak anymore." Han Qing stepped out of the tub majestically, not minding the presence of outsiders at all. The water droplets flowed down her smooth body and gathered on the soles of her feet, leaving a puddle on the floor.

Yueying didn't dare to look at him, blushed, and hurriedly wrapped him with a bath towel.

Xiao Jingyu didn't know what kind of mentality he was in, his eyes never left Han Qing's body, and he glanced at the shy Yingyue of the court lady occasionally, and an unknown and stern look secretly flashed in his phoenix eyes.

Han Qing thinks her majesty is proud of ordinary people, but she is not afraid of Xiao Jingyu's scrutiny, just like a proud peacock showing off her beauty and berating other people of the same sex.

After Han Qing put on his clothes, the two sat down and the atmosphere was relaxed.

"Jing Yu, I came here to apologize this time, and left in a hurry this morning without explaining what happened last night." Xiao Jingyu's eyes were real, and his words were a little annoyed.

"Hehe, there was nothing special last night, Brother Xiao, don't worry about it." Han Qing picked up the freshly brewed tea, smelled the rich tea fragrance, and took a small sip.

"When I saw Brother Han this morning, there were marks on the flesh. It must have been unexpected for Brother Han. I am extremely ashamed." Thinking of the marks left on Han Qing's body, Xiao Jingyu felt extremely complicated.

"What you do after drinking, you don't have to take it seriously. "It's over." Han Qing took another sip of tea, his face was relaxed, and he didn't care at all. The arc is very profound.

"Brother Han, you must be magnanimous, and you can hold a boat in your belly." Xiao Jingyu praised, and then changed the subject again, and reported with a shy face: "I don't know Jing Yu, but did you say something abrupt last night?"

"Last night, brother Xiao held Han Qing in his arms, kept thinking about Li'er beauty, and threw all our clothes and shoes outside before he was willing to sleep quietly.

By the way, you still left some gifts on Qing's chest, and Yueying misunderstood it when she saw it this morning. "

Han Qing laughed at Yan Yan, all jokes, with a sincere expression on his face, as if he was very easy to get along with.