The young master who wears the book, please have mercy [Story of Yanxi Palace]

The author has something to say: According to my speculation, apart from the blood on the Luohong handkerchief, there should be emm... and □□.

No matter what, it is impossible to fool by cutting a little finger, after all, the blood there tastes different from the blood on the finger, right? Mrs. Fucha is not stupid.

Cover your face, it should be like this, after all, I have never experienced it.

As soon as the words came out, Fu Heng was stunned in place, and after realizing what she meant, his fair cheeks were instantly flushed with a rosy blush, and even the tips of his ears turned red.

Er Qing only thought that he was caught by what she said, and clapped her hands happily, "I didn't expect that the young master would go to that place, but I caught the handle!"

Er Qing made a fuss, Fu Heng didn't know how to explain it.

Seeing that she opened her lips slightly and wanted to talk nonsense again, he hastily stretched out his hand to cover her lips, looked eagerly at Yue Jin who was waiting outside the door, and then retorted in a low voice: "I don't, I will give you this later." Explain in detail, Yuejin is still waiting outside, we have to settle this matter."

Erqing's small and delicate cheeks were covered by his hands for more than half, only revealing a pair of longing beautiful eyes.

After listening to Fu Heng finished speaking, she hurriedly nodded to express her understanding.

Fu Heng just breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the soft touch of the palm of his hand, he hurriedly let go of his hand like an electric shock.

Er Qing didn't care too much, and asked seriously: "Then what should we do now?"

"I can only talk about your menstruation first." Fu Heng frowned slightly, "So yesterday I couldn't..."

Er Qing blushed, "Then you go and talk."

The two vaguely explained away the matter of dropping the red handkerchief, and after serving tea to Master Fucha and his wife, they boarded the carriage to the palace together.

When passing Xuanwu Gate, Er Qing suddenly stopped and looked at the spacious and clean corridor.

In the book, on the second day Erqing married Fu Heng, the weather in the Forbidden City was just like Yingluo's mood, and the ground was covered with heavy snow.

Because she refused to admit that she didn't love Fu Heng, she chose to walk around the Forbidden City in three steps and one buckle.

At that time, Erqing cried for a long time for Fu Heng and Yingluo's separation. Who would have thought that now that she is deeply involved in this book, even with all her strength, she can't change the final ending.

She sighed softly, but turned her head to see Fu Heng was also stunned in place, thinking deeply.

"Fu Heng, what are you thinking?" Er Qing tugged off his sleeve.

Fu Heng came back from the memory, reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth at her and said lightly: "It's nothing."

Er Qing withdrew her gaze, thinking that Fu Heng probably remembered something sad again, the two walked to the Changchun Palace together relatively silently.

It was only a month ago, and the things in Changchun Palace seemed like a lifetime away.

As soon as she entered the door, she ran into Yingluo, but she greeted her with a smile as usual, "Erqing, Lord Fucha, you came just in time, the empress is waiting for you in the palace."

Seeing Yingluo, Fu Heng trembled suddenly, his expression became a little complicated.

Erqing also felt a little guilty, she moved her lower lip and was about to say something, but Yingluo snatched her away, "Come in."

The queen was sitting on the soft bed and flipping through the book in her hands. Erqing saw the darkness in the room, so she hurried forward and opened the mullion window to let the light in. Then she pulled out a hairpin from her head Pulled the wick.

The heart of fire on the candle crackled and flicked, and the sparks turned slightly bigger.

The queen put down the book when she heard the movement, looked up and saw Erqing and Fu Heng, she hurriedly smiled gently, "You are here."

Er Qing inserted the hairpin back into her hair, turned around and blamed softly: "Your Majesty, you don't pay attention to your body, so reading like this will inevitably hurt your eyes."

With a smile on the queen's lips, she gently tapped the tip of Erqing's nose, "I just picked up a book to pass the time while I was waiting for you, and you came just after turning two pages. Erqing, you too Really, it’s even more verbose when you’re married.”

"Your Majesty, you really know how to make fun of this slave, isn't this slave doing it for your own good? Now that you are pregnant with a dragon heir, you must take good care of yourself, and you must not be willful." Er Qing knew that the queen was afraid of the cold and didn't open the window just now, but now the window is open Although there was a breeze blowing, although it felt refreshing and pleasant, he still took a blanket to cover the queen's legs.

"You are married to Fu Heng, why do you still call yourself a slave?"

Although the queen was talking to Er Qing, her gaze kept on Fu Heng.

Seeing him staring at Erqing's every move with warmth in his eyes, he felt relieved.

Although I feel sorry that he and Yingluo did not finally get married, but now he and Erqing seem to be in harmony, after all, they did not become a bad relationship.

Erqing blinked, she was not a pure ancient person after all, she forgot how to call herself for a moment.

Fu Hengji hurriedly pulled aside and asked in a low voice: "How should I call myself in front of the empress?"

Fu Heng looked at her helplessly, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Concubine."

Seeing them whispering to each other, the Queen's smile deepened.

Fu Heng, a big man, called his concubine in her ear, which was really funny.

Erqing held back her laughter, and obediently blessed her lower body in front of the queen, "The concubine knows."

"Good boy." The queen just said in satisfaction, and then took a glass box from the desk beside her and handed it to Er Qing.

Inside was a moist suet paste jade bracelet, Er Qing happily took it and said sweetly: "Thank you, Ma'am."

The queen's eyes fell on Fu Heng, thinking that Ying Luo was still in his heart, and she had to beat and beat, so she sent Er Qing out.

Erqing went out holding the glazed box happily, thinking that if it really came to the day of reconciliation, the jade bracelet would be enough for her to eat for ten years.

As soon as she went out, she saw Yingluo sitting lonely on a stone bench in the courtyard.

Erqing bit her lower lip and quickly put away the smile on her face, she was stupid and didn't know how to comfort her.

But she will be happy when she receives the gift, and Yingluo should also feel better when she receives the gift.

Looking at the glazed box in his hand, this jade bracelet is a gift from the empress, so it cannot be given to others.

Erqing thought for a while and took out the jade bracelet, untied the pearl necklace around her neck and put it into the box.

She sat beside Yingluo and handed the glazed box to Yingluo.

Seeing that it was her, Yingluo forced a smile, "Erqing, I forgot, I haven't congratulated you yet on your wedding. Happy wedding."

"You and I don't have to be like this." Erqing opened the glazed box and took out the pearl chain.

Yingluo's face froze, "Erqing, what do you mean?"

Erqing waved her hands and hurriedly said: "Yingluo, you misunderstood, this is a dowry given to me by my natal family. I saw that this pearl suits your complexion very well, so I brought it to you."

She opened the purse on her side and showed it to Yingluo. It was full of gold pendants, jade earrings and other accessories, "I have prepared a copy for all the palace servants in Changchun Palace. I only chose it because I have a good relationship with you." I gave you the pearl chain."

Erqing stuffed the pearl chain into Yingluo's hand, and whispered, "Yingluo, you have to trust Fu Heng, his intentions for you are true....I married him in a fake way, and we will be divorced soon. .”