The child actually made her happy.

Or maybe she's been away for too long.

If the first emperor was not the emperor, she would never like him like that much.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, looked down at Wan'er who was busy in front of her, and for some reason she was a little unhappy, raised her leg slightly, and kicked the child to the ground violently, seeing that young face showed a mixture of dazed and fearful expressions.

She hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, stretched out her hand slowly, and gently straightened the hem of her robe, and heard the light knock from the temple door, only to find that the light was gradually dawning.

Wan'er turned her head to look at her, and with just one glance, she knew that this little thing was still guarding the deepest clarity in her heart. This was within her expectations, after all, Wan'er was also the person she fancied, if she couldn't even stand this little grievance, it wouldn't be worth her spending so much effort.

However, although it was expected, it was not unpleasant to her.

She watched coldly as Wan'er landed on all fours, crawling in front of her, saying that she wanted to change her clothes with a flattering face, the young* slender and fair-skinned, and as dexterous as a cat in her movements.

There are only two kinds of beauties nowadays - the slender daughter of a quiet and dignified family, or the healthy and plump bewitching girl of the Northland. Wan'er came out of the official family, and the argument should be like the former, but I don't know if it is because of the gradual rise of vulgarity in the palace, and there is a little coquettishness between her hands and feet.

She pushed the child away and coldly asked her to change her clothes. At the beginning of the new emperor, it was the most complicated time for government affairs to be slack, but today she was faintly tired, seeing the child meekly standing up, or intentionally or unconsciously showing her maturing body to herself, her heart was even more displeased, and when she came closer, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Wan'er's arm.

There is no official palace maid Huangkou is marked by the above arms, and Wan'er is no exception, but she was born extremely fair, and the cyan mark looks particularly hideous on her snowy skin.

She rubbed her thumb on Wan'er's palace maid mark repeatedly, and was satisfied to see that this little thing bit her lip, and did those small movements when she usually forbears, and her mood finally improved, and she casually ordered: "You are still on duty tonight." ”

This simple sentence made the child extremely vigilant throughout the day, and every frown or action he made could provoke the little thing's long-term watchful eyes.

As soon as she felt the gaze from the shadows, she specially revealed her habitual and unfathomable smile, which made Wan'er in the shadows and the ministers in the light frightened and overwhelmed at the same time.

She happily waited for the night in this feeling of life and death, domination of the world.

After the palace people rushed out, she stopped Wan'er from undressing.

The child looked confused again, and was about to kneel, but she grabbed her, took her by the hand, and walked gently to the edge of the bed.

She walked a total of twelve steps to the bed, and each step was leisurely, as if she were taking a night trip to the garden.

Wan'er walked fifteen steps to the bed, stumbling several times, and when she reached the seventh step, her hands could not suppress the trembling, and when she took the twelfth step, she trembled, and even her teeth began to fight when she reached the bedside.

She didn't tell Wan'er to undress until she sat down, and then watched the child take off her palace clothes layer by layer without blinking. Every time the child took off a layer, he had to look at himself secretly, and with each layer, the trembling on his body became lighter, and when he was naked, he exhaled very lightly.

She smiled and beckoned to Wan'er, letting the self-righteous little thing stand in front of her, her knees touched Wan'er's body, the moist and smooth skin of the girl made her feel a little jealous, she grabbed Wan'er's hand hard, and when she heard the child call "Your Majesty" like an inquiry, she laughed harder, raised her chin, and said nonchalantly: "Stand." Stretching out his foot, he inserted his toes between Wan'er's legs, moved left and right, parted her legs a little, and touched her thighs with one hand.

Wan'er looked at her in horror, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and she suddenly held back the unshed tears in the corners of her eyes, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty." ”

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the person opposite, and at a glance she looked back at all the unspoken words of Wan'er, the little girl finally closed her mouth forbearantly, and didn't even dare to raise her face to stop crying, she could only shed tears on one side, and hung her head slightly, letting her touch her whole body, her legs trembled no matter how badly she trembled, but she didn't even dare to leave the place without her teasing.

She thoughtfully remembered the first time she served Taizong. At that time, she was the same as Wan'er, but she was a small talent.

Naturally, Taizong would not deliberately humiliate his concubines like her, but the kind of contempt and contempt that was revealed from the inside out made her feel even more humiliated. Before entering the palace, she had a lot of visions for the future, and felt that with her own appearance, she should have a place in the palace, and when she came out in the harem, no one dared to bully her again, and no one dared to ignore her mother and sisters of the same mother.

It's a pity that the first time she went to bed broke all her illusions.

Emperor Taizong, whom she regarded as her father and husband, didn't take her seriously at all, her first time was extremely hasty, and she also wanted to be favored later. She suffered a cold reception in the palace for ten years before she was loved by the then prince and the current emperor.

She carefully managed this love, carefully got along with the first emperor, and finally step by step from a small talent in Taizong's harem to the queen of the world.

However, although the Queen of Heaven is known as the rival of the Emperor, it is only a rival.

Her position as a queen of heaven is not as stable as it seems to outsiders.

She knows this very well, so although she is in power, she still carefully arranges her minions everywhere and painstakingly manages her authority.

Completely different from her husband and sons, her power has nothing to do with those bloodlines, surnames, and gates, and she has managed it step by step. The hateful thing is that because this power has nothing to do with blood, even if she turns herself into a queen of heaven above tens of millions of people under one person, this power is far less natural and orthodox than her son surnamed Li.

Fortunately, now that her husband and son are gone, no one can stand in the way of her authority.

The only thing she lacked was that little bit of justification.

She smiled and looked at Wan'er, the trembling of this little thing completely changed under her touch, no longer like the shrunken appearance of the cold winter wax moon freezing in the snow just now, but like the comfortable trembling when she suddenly entered the rain pavilion after walking outside in the hot weather, but this implied shameful pleasure made the little thing's face palier, the pearl-like little teeth were unconsciously exposed, biting her lower lip fiercely, if it weren't for the tears washing the rouge on her lips, a faint crimson trace flowed under the lips of the little thing, she almost thought that it was her young self standing opposite。

It was also in the Zichen Palace, on the side of the imperial bed, that she had served others with trembling as a talented person, but now the situation has changed, and it has become this little thing to serve herself with a trembling body of a talented person.

Or rather, she was fortunate with this little thing.

Who said that women are worse than men, what men can do, she can do the same, and will do better.

She smiled and increased her strength, holding Wan'er's hand with her left hand, her right hand was originally only the middle finger, but now she has several fingers in hand, taking turns to pluck it, and when Wan'er couldn't help but call out again, "Your Majesty", she poked suddenly, and when she came out again, there were already blood stains on her fingers.

She picked up a piece of cloth and wiped her hands, and then remembered that it was Wan'er's clothes, glanced at the little thing that was already half-kneeling on the ground, and didn't want to call someone in, so she got up and threw the old monk's robe she had left on the ground: "You wear this." Tell them that Dan'er is noisy, I haven't slept all night, and tomorrow there will be some discussion. Thinking of something, he turned around and smiled: "You can burn this monk's robe if you wear it, I don't need it." ”(. Just love the net)