The carriage went straight into Xihua Gate, and the drip bell drove all the way to Xingqing Palace before stopping.

A chamberlain trotted up and lifted the curtain.

Rong Chenning got out of the way, stood in the moonlight and turned around to signal her to get out of the car.

There's still room for struggle.

Ling Xiang resigned herself to the curtain, ready to jump off the ground.

Rong Chenning grabbed her hand, his eyes were like knives, as if warning her to be honest.

Ling Xiang had no choice but to grit his teeth, and he pinched his arm and stepped on the back of the kneeling attendant, maintaining a dignified demeanor and going to the ground.

After getting off the ground, Rong Chenning still didn't let go, maintained a posture of support, and led her to Xingqing Palace.

The guards didn't know where to retreat, there were only four eunuchs around, three young and one old, and the old one was familiar, it was Tan Duan, the current head of the imperial palace.

Ling Xiang wanted to withdraw his hand, but to no avail, suppressed his temper, and also picked up the etiquette, and said softly: "Your Majesty, it's late at night, please ask Concubine Rong to return to Zhuguan Palace." ”

"Guan Ju Palace is no longer your palace, how can you talk about turning?"

The fluttering tone of voice reached the eardrums, and Ling Jiao couldn't tell what he meant for a while, and asked, "What happened to them?"

"Who are they you referring to?" Rong Chenning had already dragged her through the Qianqing Gate and walked onto the imperial bridge of Xingqing Palace.

"Naturally, it's my palace people. ”

"When you forsaken them, did you think about their lives or deaths?"

Ling Xiang was furious and barely suppressed, "You killed them?"

"If you provoke me again, I will kill them. Rong Chenning suddenly approached her face and spit out this sentence coldly.

As soon as Ling Xiang was relieved, he had already pulled her and strode towards the Yuanxi Palace.

The square in front of the main hall of Xingqing Palace and the Yuanxi Palace was so large that it was deserted, and the two of them walked silently in the huge palace room, and only the slight footsteps of the attendants were heard in their ears.

The cold moon shines on the winter palace, shining with a glittering silver light.

After walking for a long time, it seems that he has only reached the Yuanxi Palace.

Ling Xiang had a natural aversion to this temple.

Because the first time she entered the palace, it was the funeral of Emperor Shunzuo held here, and then, after the great funeral of Emperor Yongshao, the emperor's main residence Yuanxi Palace, became synonymous with death in her eyes.

She didn't understand why someone as particular as Rong Chenning didn't have a little disgust.

Although generations of emperors have lived here and basically died here, if she is allowed to choose, she will never choose here.

The eunuch on duty in front of the Yuanxi Palace guarded his duty and owed his body, and the clay sculpture and wood carving were general, without any expression.

Straight into the warm pavilion, the lights were brilliant, the palace people were still the four, two eunuchs served Rong Chenning to change clothes, and Tan Duan personally came to remove the hood for Ling Makeup.

When he walked out of the screen again, he only wore a wide silver-gray silk robe outside the middle single, and he was gently tied with a black sloak around his waist, squinting at the beautiful woman in the lamplight, with a look of indifference.

Xiao Jin was in a hurry when she took away Ling makeup that night, at that time she only wore a homely plain satin jacket in the inner room, except for the two inches of cold blue brocade inlay on the collar, there was no embellishment, and the white silk cotton skirt under it was just a dark pattern openwork, and there was not a single embroidery on the whole body, which was as elegant as a touch of fresh snow on a plum blossom branch.

Yesterday, she learned that this set of clothes was drying, and she was going to come back, and she was wearing this set of clothes today.

Rong Chenning said: "The woman's outfit is only suitable for the husband in the bedroom, you are good, you dare to go thousands of miles with a strange man." ”

Ling Xiang glanced at him, didn't argue with him, squatted down and said, "It's late at night, the concubine resigns." ”

"The top and bottom of the Guanju Palace are guarded by the forbidden army, and the matter of returning to the palace will be talked about tomorrow. Thousands of miles of tracking, for more than ten consecutive days, Rong Chenning can be said to have never felt at ease for a moment, and at this time he felt a little tired and his tone was not good.

"The Rouyi Hall of the East Palace is also the former residence of the concubines. ”

Rong Chenning sneered: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." ”

Although the eunuchs were not good in front of their masters, after all, there were people walking around on the side, and Rong Chenning couldn't get off the momentum he had been holding since he was a child, and he called: "Tan Duan, you can do it." ”

Just go to the bath.

Tan Duan saw that Ling Makeup's chest was rising and falling in anger, and he hurriedly smiled and said: "The queen mother is angry, that day I found that Guan Ju Palace lost my mother, Your Majesty immediately quit the court and went out to look for you in person, the old slave looked at his face, he must have not rested for several days, and the dragon's spirit is bigger, that is also the meaning of the nervous mother, you don't twist it with the emperor, and rest for one night in the Yuanxi Palace." ”

Ling Xiang suddenly turned around and stared coldly at the old minion.

In fact, Tan Duan is only in his forties, his temples have been dyed with frost flowers, he looks very old, but the words he said are very strange. The emperor's nervous words, how can they be used between Emperor Jinglu and Empress Fenghe?

Tan Duan pretended not to know, and went outside to call four palace ladies, and ordered: "Serve the mother to bathe and change clothes, and then please go to Tonghui Hall to rest." ”

After explaining this, Tan Duan ran away.

Tonghui Hall refers to the five rooms behind the East Warm Pavilion of the Yuanxi Palace, if the Yuanxi Hall lives the emperor, then the Tonghui Hall is the place where the queen lives, it is very good.

Ling Xiang looked at the four serving Gong E, all of them were nervous, and their actions were restrained, obviously they couldn't pass on a word, and it was impossible for her to make a fuss here like a shrew, so she had to stop.

Listening to Rong Chenning's meaning, it shows that he is not a rude person.

Of course, today's Jinglu harem is full of flowers, and it is abnormal to be in a hurry when the emperor is in a hurry.

After running around for many days, Ling Makeup was also physically and mentally exhausted, so he didn't think about it anymore, and went to the bathhouse surrounded by Gong E.

Previously, she was worried about what tricks Rong Chenning would play in the bathhouse, but obviously not.

The bathhouse that Gong'e led her to was a hut in Tonghui Hall, using a large bathtub.

Ling finished washing up and changed into the clothes presented by Gong E.

It is a light green thin cotton shirt, with a white Songjiang three-shuttle cloth long skirt, the hem of the long skirt is embroidered with a green calyx plum blossom, the branches are knotted, the color is cold and arrogant, the shape is super easy, and the stitching is extraordinary.

For her, there is an abnormal plot in the green calyx plum, and the situation of Rong Xijue painting a small portrait of herself in Merlin at the beginning of the year is still vivid.

Ling Makeup's nose was slightly pungent, and Gong E had already led her into the dormitory to rest with a red veil on the lampstand.

The queen of Tonghui Hall is divided into inner and outer rooms with the dormitory, the decoration is exquisite, there are hundreds of furnishings, carved beams and painted buildings, extravagant to the extreme, but not flashy, rare and very stylish.

There is a sea blue tent hanging on the bed with golden silk nanmu hanging hibiscus flowers in the inner bed, and Ling Xiang feels depressed and depressed when he sees this kind of bed.

Rong Xijue likes that feeling of being unobstructed, and after being with him, she can't even sleep on the shelf bed, let alone this kind of deep stepping bed.

But she was not a hypocritical person, and without saying anything, she slipped headlong into the deep bed. (To be continued.) )