The delicate white jade lion button dragon ear three-legged stove on the bed table exudes a crisp aroma. Zhao Yanheng slowly opened his heavy eyelids, closed them back uncomfortably, instinctively raised his hand to rub his eyes, and his fingers touched a piece of soft skin.

In the scorching heat of June, Li Fei only wore a pair of knee-length thin cotton pants, tied a goose-yellow belly wipe, covered a thin quilt with his back to Zhao Yanheng, and lay on a mat at arm's length, with long hair like a waterfall, skin better than snow, and exquisite curves.

Zhao Yanheng carefully retracted the fingers he touched, opened his eyes and saw his appearance, so he wore obscene pants, a velvet blanket covered his waist and abdomen, his body was refreshing and clean, and he was dyed with a mint fragrance. Gradually, Qingming's eyes turned a few times, and Zhao Yanheng, who was drunk and woke up, had a blank mind, and when he recalled it, he couldn't remember it clearly.

It should be to explain what Li Fei asked clearly? It should be that he didn't say anything else? There should be no nonsense, just an explanation of the past before the age of seventeen? Turning countless times, Zhao Yanheng pressed his temples to make himself sober up and thorough, and tried to find out the memories to confirm. I vaguely remembered a sentence: he was the first person I wanted to keep, but I couldn't.

I replayed this sentence in my mind, so that I was not sad.

With the first, then there is the second!

Zhao Yanheng frowned, inevitably enduring the headache of a hangover, as well as a continuous, sudden and chaotic thought. He turned his head silently and saw Li Fei's hair spread like silk on the pillow of the big red mandarin duck, and the fragrance between the hair was long and melodious.

A black lacquer flat gold peacock screen stands in front of you, the screen has a total of five fans, the semi-transparent silk yarn is embroidered with colored threads on flowers and plants, strange stones, cloud bats and dark eight fairy patterns, in the middle of the flat gold process embroidered five peacocks perched on the branches, the long tail closed and hung down, even though it is gorgeous but not open.

Zhao Yanheng, who was wearing a black twelve-chapter plate collar robe, stood quietly behind the screen, whether it was too quiet or because he was flustered, and he looked at the screen carefully over and over again.

Someone finally walked outside the house, and Concubine Ning first showed an elegant face and said, "Sirou, you come down, how old you are, you still need to be held." ”

A group of people came in, and the six-year-old Sirou put her arms around Li Fei's neck and was comfortably leaning on her shoulder, and the little girl who was hugged made a grimace, and Li Fei, who was hugging, silently put the princess on the ground.

Sirou stretched out her hand to hug Concubine Ning's waist and said with a smile: "Mother hug me." ”

Concubine Ning took her daughter's little hand away without moving, and said, "I can't hold you, you should also write your homework now, write a hundred words, and you won't be allowed to fly a kite tomorrow if you don't finish writing." ”

Sirou returned to Li Fei's side stupidly, and when she looked up, Li Fei also said carefully: "Just write the ten words I just recognized, write each word ten times, and it will be written quickly." As he spoke, he was going to take the princess to the study.

Concubine Ning's eyes swept across the screen, and she was just caught between the two of them, and said softly: "The Li family stays." ”

Everyone's footsteps stopped, Concubine Ning asked the other palace people to wait for the princess to write big characters, and the rest of the palace people also sent away one by one, leaving only Li Fei, who was wearing a royal blue palace dress, standing in place.

The women in the palace, the people other than the concubines have their own rules for dressing, royal blue navy sauce yellow, in recent years, Li Fei is a few old-fashioned colors worn in turn according to the season, the hairstyle is always a bun, and there are only a few styles of jewelry that can be worn.

"Sit down, I've always wanted to talk to you, too...... It's time to speak. Concubine Ning and Li Fei got along like sisters in private.

Li Fei was not restrained, and sat on the side of the Huanghuali curly grass pattern vine heart Arhat bed, opposite Concubine Ning.

Concubine Ning's nature is inaction, so it is very difficult to open her mouth at the beginning of persuading people to do this kind of thing, Li Fei stared at her calmly, and then she spoke: "I heard a few rumors earlier, let me make sure first, the emperor and you, do you already have the joy of pillow seats?" The emperor's living in the palace is also a kind of secret, and the history of Tong is now not even the queen has the right to read it, so what happened to the emperor and Li Fei, the palace people are just chewing their tongues in private.

Twenty-two-year-old Li Fei's eyebrows were beautiful and extraordinary, her eyes drooped first, and she nodded her head to admit the matter.

Concubine Ning secretly clenched her fists, and froze for a while, but Li Fei broke the dullness and said disapprehantly: "The female official is just a palace maid with a grade, and she is still the maid of the Son of Heaven." This kind of thing is the same thing when it is rested on others, and it is the same thing when it rests on me. ”

What's going on?

There is only one man in the palace, and all the women are his women, but the concubines have a name, and the others have no name. If the emperor wants to be a palace maid, can the palace maid refuse? The palace maid has no rules for refusing to accept the emperor. The female officials of this dynasty are not the choice of concubines, but this does not mean that she has the right to refuse the emperor, it just means that even if she is lucky, she can not be given the title of concubine.

This is the joy of greed, after the luck, the palace maid is still the palace maid, and the female official is still a female official.

Then the current contradiction is that the emperor wants to give Li Fei the title of concubine, but Li Fei doesn't want it.

Concubine Ning saw that Li Feishang was calm, so she said a little calmly, and said: "According to the rules of the harem, the emperor has a fortunate demeanor, and the records of the historian Tong, whether it is a palace concubine or a palace maid, a certain year and a certain month, a certain day and a certain time, a certain person and a certain place, there are detailed records, check in March, in case the dragon heir lands, there must be an explanation." Today, the emperor has three out of twenty, and there is no heir, this first one, whether it is a prince or a princess, if it falls on you, the biological mother of the eldest son or eldest daughter of the emperor has no name, and it is always not good-looking. ”

"No children!" Li Fei listened to Concubine Ning's words, and had no hope at all.

Concubine Ning's voice was low, and she said hesitantly: "What if there is already one? Besides, if you go on like this, there will always be children." ”

Li Fei shook her head, she didn't want to have a child with the emperor, she was sure that now and in the future, even if it continued like this, she would not conceive the emperor's child, so she said firmly: "I don't have a child." ”

The current Li Fei is indeed not pregnant, and Li Fei's attitude is so resolute. Concubine Ning could only give up this angle of persuasion, and changed Li Fei's possible other concerns, and said, "The child will not mention it for the time being." If you are concerned about the queen...... Today's queen is not harmonious, I have heard of it in Xiyuan for a long time, it has long been like this, and it is not because of you, if you don't enter at this time, after many years, there will always be her. I have been with you for several years, and I can always feel a little bit of your temperament, and you and the queen will not be sisters, so they can't worry. ”

Zhao Yanheng stood behind the semi-transparent silk yarn, and the special silk yarn and the light problem, he could see others, and others could not see him. So he could clearly see a touch of ridicule on Li Fei's face at this moment, Li Fei nodded again, and said: "Half-sisters, sisters who haven't seen each other for nineteen years, how can we talk about feelings." The queen and I are passers-by. ”

Concubine Ning spread her hands helplessly and said, "Then I am really confused by this, you have been summoned in the palace, and you are with the emperor...... Could it be that the concubine is not as good as a seven-grade concubine? ”

Li Fei is now the upbringing aunt of Princess Sirou, responsible for the enlightenment of the princess, and this position leads to the seventh grade.

"Concubines can only be given to death, abolished, and banned from the palace for life. Li Fei's hand held his forehead, his eyes were dim, and said, "As long as I don't have a name, I always have a chance to leave the palace." ”

Zhao Yanheng stiffened his face behind the screen, he would not allow Li Fei to leave the palace.

Death and abolition, Concubine Ning was jealous of Zhao Yanheng Behind the screen, she frowned and said: "When you are ascending, don't say such unlucky words." Today's emperor is not a lucky person. ”

Li Fei laughed to himself: "But I have no affection for the emperor!"

Zhao Yanheng held the frame of the screen indignantly, she was talking about who she had no affection for? Zhao Yanheng forced himself to calm down.

In this matter, Concubine Ning deliberately stood up and walked in front of Li Fei to block Zhao Yanheng's sight, she looked at Li Fei's dead gaze, and said with pity: "It's been some years, I've known you for three or four years, your eyes are as lonely as ever, why can't you be a little more happy." I want you to be happy. ”

Li Fei closed his eyes and said gloomily: "I also want to be happy, but I can't be happy." ”

Only his eyes were closed, and Li Fei held his forehead motionless. On the expressionless face, the pervasive sadness moved Concubine Ning.

Concubine Ning slowly stretched out her hand, hugged Li Fei in her arms, and said with endless pity: "The emperor on the dragon bed, the supreme and noble man in the world, so young and handsome, can't he bring you happiness?"

Li Fei was held in the arms of Concubine Ning, and she also thought of Zhao Yanheng's hot embrace. So young, so athletic body, that body, height and body shape were seven points similar to her deceased husband, and even the inexhaustible and tireless physique on the bed was so similar.

But similarity is only similarity.

Her husband is dead, and now he is afraid that he has been reduced to a white skeleton.

Li Feiquan's tears were buried in Concubine Ning's palace skirt, and she cried: "I asked him to hug me tightly, his body was hot, and he covered my body with heat." But the happiness above the dragon's collapse is like fireworks, even if it is gorgeous, it is only for a moment. After that, my heart was empty, and my heart was still cold. ”

Concubine Ning took pity on her grief and accompanied her to draw two lines of tears.

There was a loud bang.

The solid wood black lacquered flat gold peacock screen was pushed to the ground.

Zhao Yanheng's hands trembled angrily, and his face was full of unwillingness. From beginning to end, is his body just a stand-in for a thousand households?

Concubine Ning was really startled by this sudden violent voice, but she didn't forget to hold Li Fei tightly in her arms.

It was Li Fei who stood up according to the ceremony, wiped away the tears on his face with his hand, and then looked at Zhao Yanheng in anger fearlessly.