The eunuch in the Jingsi Room wanted to say, but Zhen Zhaoyi was physically inconvenient and was dirty. According to the rules, the emperor was not allowed to go.
"Um?"
The emperor only said a simple word with a threatening tone, and the little eunuch in the respect room bent his waist lower and said respectfully: "I obey."
Forget it, the entire palace belongs to the emperor, and the rules are set for the emperor. As long as he is willing, how can he, a little eunuch, have the right to question anything.
The head on your neck is more important than the rules.
The magpie frowned and looked at the wine bottles lying on the ground: "Master, stop drinking. Too much wine will harm your health. No matter how many prayers you write, the emperor will not come."
Shuangjiang also followed: "You still don't let the slaves write your name. If one falls and is picked up by the emperor, he will know who is caring about him! How can there be someone like you?"
Jiang Xinyue, who had a red face, was sitting on the guardrail of the corridor at the door of the room, holding a wine bottle, with blurred eyes and said: "I am not writing this for the emperor to see, I am writing it for the gods in the sky to see... they can see it. Isn’t that enough?”
The magpie stamped her feet angrily: "Then who does this drunken lady drink for?"
"As for the……"
Jiang Xinyue stood up unsteadily, walked to the flower tree, and danced with a wine bottle: "Who can I do? Really? Who can I be so frustrated for?"
The swaying lanterns in Hexi Palace are a signal that distinguished guests have arrived.
Jiang Xinyue threw the wine bottle on the ground and laughed lowly and self-deprecatingly: "The person I miss can never belong to me, so I will do it for myself!"
The wine bottle was thrown far away, and the sound of breaking was heard. Zhen Zhaoyi was already drunk and staggering, but she still danced and sang a dramatic ballad: "In the beautiful land of flowers, she sang about encounters in a foreign land. I know that every step and every word is lovesickness..."
The moonlight shines softly on the world. The peach trees planted in the front hall of Hexi Palace have some peach blossoms in bloom. When the evening breeze blows, flowers rain from the sky.
The beauty under the tree was dressed coolly, with a white bra that was too short to cover her flat belly. Her thin willow-like waist swayed like branches and leaves, just like the weak willow Fufeng.
Her lower body was matched with a pair of white loose trousers. The fabric was soft and elegant, and she was covered with a gauze dress as thin as cicada wings. When she danced, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and her hair and clothes were flying, as if she was about to fall into the air next moment. Take advantage of the wind to return and become the Fairy Chang'e in Guanghan Palace.
Her singing voice was beautiful, and her acting was even more amazing, but the song she sang was sad and lonely. Jiang Xinyue, who had turned around for more than a dozen times, was unsteady in her final movement. She fell backwards, and the skin around her waist was A big warm hand hugged me.
Jiang Xinyue put away her successful smile and looked at the handsome face appearing above her with blurred eyes, without reacting for a moment.
The palace attendants in Hexi Palace were already kneeling on the ground: "See you, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty be blessed with peace and prosperity."
The beauty in her arms blinked twice, but instead of seeing her smile, she saw a drop of tear roll down from her left eye, winding down her cheek, and finally condensed on her chin, one drop, two drops, three drops...
The beauty burst into tears, crying silently, and finally fell drunk in Emperor Xuanwu's arms. His frail body shocked him, Zhen Zhaoyi seemed to...have lost a lot of weight?
It was a cold spring night, and she was wearing so little clothes. She was dancing even after drinking. She really didn't care about her body.
Emperor Xuanwu felt suffocated for a moment. He hugged Jiang Xinyue and put her into the bedroom before he said: "How on earth do you bunch of dog slaves take care of Zhen Zhaoyi? How can you let her do what you want?"
Magpie and Shuangjiang served Zhen Zhaoyi personally. When the emperor became angry, they were the first to kneel on the ground: "Your Majesty, empress Zhen Zhaoyi is generous and kind. She treats her slaves like family members. The slaves will not dare to neglect them even if they die. My Majesty, but...but my Majesty has been worried lately and can't finish half a bowl of rice at every meal. Today...Today, I suddenly feel sentimental for some reason, saying...saying..."
Magpie bit her lip, wondering whether she should continue.
Emperor Xuanwu frowned: "Why are you hesitating? Why don't you tell me quickly?"
Shuangjiang looked determined and kowtowed to the ground: "Your Majesty, Empress Zhen Zhaoyi is a person who reports good things but not bad things. She doesn't like to express her feelings to her slaves. No matter how much pain she suffers, she has to digest it by herself. Ever since the empress was poisoned in the cold palace. , the health is not good. The Queen Mother...the Queen Mother is also in trouble because of Concubine Rong's miscarriage. Concubine Li and the Queen are both...overtly and covertly...I heard again today. The emperor had an affair with the imperial concubine because of Ye Baolin, it would be... sad..."
Shuang Jiang spoke vaguely, but Emperor Xuanwu himself had imagined several scenes of Jiang Xinyue being bullied.
This was telling him that Zhen Zhaoyi had suffered so much just to be by the emperor's side, but the Queen Mother would not tolerate her true feelings. Concubine Li was always scheming. The Queen Mother was gentle on the surface, but she didn't know what was going on behind the scenes. …
Zhen Zhaoyi always showed her best side to the emperor. She was unwilling to complain to him and never complained. She was always so happy, as if she never had anything to worry about. Whenever the emperor was with her, he was the most relaxed. .
It turned out that she had endured so much on her own.
"emperor……"
Jiang Xinyue, who was already drunk on the bed, raised her hand and grabbed Emperor Xuanwu's sleeve: "Ye Lang... don't... don't..."
She seemed to be having a nightmare, her closed eyes were trembling, but she couldn't open them.
"You all stand down!"
Two people lying on the same bed, one scheming and the other loving, they are like bedfellows.
Emperor Xuanwu held Zhen Zhaoyi, who was sleeping soundly, in his arms. He was afraid that her stomach would still hurt, so he rubbed his palms to warm them and placed them on her lower abdomen.
In the past, when the concubines came to Guishui, they could not even sleep in the same bed, or even appear in front of him. He never made an exception to the rules passed down by his ancestors for anyone.
At first, I paid attention to Zhen Zhaoyi just because her beauty was unique in the harem, but later I felt that she was innocent, sincere and kind.
Now, he couldn't tell whether he liked Concubine Shu more or whether Zhen Zhaoyi liked him more.
The dead of night is the right time for thinking.
Concubine Shu was his first heartbeat when he was young, so everything about Concubine Shu was different for him.
Concubine Li is the most cheerful and cheerful woman he has ever seen among the many women he has had since he ascended the throne...
He respected and felt guilty for the queen, but he had no love.
And what about Zhen Zhaoyi?
She has a beauty that neither Concubine Shu nor Concubine Li can match, and her personality is more like a combination of Concubine Shu and Concubine Li, but she also has quirks and whimsical thoughts that they don't have.
Sometimes Emperor Xuanwu would feel that Zhen Zhaoyi looked like his childhood self.
