The floor cover was hung with a hanging ribbon of bright yellow silk and gold nine dragon patterns, a needle of gold thread piled up thorns, the light was hazy and dark red, and a light sparkle exploded, but it was a few slight jumps, and it burned quietly again.

The sound of the bell in the palace has sounded over the third watch, Siqin saw that there was no movement for a long time, opened the curtain and looked, and vaguely saw through the bead curtain that the carved dragon and phoenix in the bedroom had fallen on the red sandalwood bed.

She turned around and nodded at Rong Jin.

The two pushed the door into the second room, Siqin took a light step, opened the royal blue soft curtain and came in, with a slump under his feet, looking down, but he stepped on a small silver pendant with an ivory white embroidered scarf with faint pink cherry blossoms, she leaned over and picked it up in her hand and handed it to Rong Jin.

Rong Jin moved his lips lightly and said something silently, thinking diligently, the two of them lightly cleaned up the messy spread on the kang table, and when everything was in order, they took the soft cushion and went to the door to go to the night.

Rong Yue chose a seat, he didn't sleep very well, and vaguely heard the rustle of the paper, so he opened his eyes and turned his head to look through the light.

The light gauze around the large bed is very transparent. There was no one on the outside of the big bed, and a shallow dimpled mark was left on the square pillow embroidered with cloud dragon patterns.

She stood up, but felt a sore feeling in her waist and legs, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, before she reluctantly sat up and opened the curtain.

Seeing the orange light shining through the beaded curtain outside, a long silhouette was drawn on the lichen embroidered with large peony flowers.

Rong Yue knew that it was his shadow, his eyebrows slightly rose with a touch of spring, picked up a bright yellow mattress sheet to wrap his body, and walked towards the shadow with his bare feet, and under his feet was a thick blanket of wool woven flowers, as if stepping on a soft cloud.

She fell silently, walked to the side, and looked at the emperor quietly, the emperor was dressed in a bright yellow cloud dragon holding a longevity pattern, sitting on the kang and folding the folds, with a solemn expression, holding a book and reading it carefully for a long time before lifting the pen and dipping it in cinnabar and writing down the Zhu criticism meticulously.

The corners of the mountain-like eyebrows are faintly sharp, the lips are gently pursed, and the resolute side face is more and more three-dimensional and deep under the light.

The emperor withdrew his gaze from the recital for a long time, and sat on the kang with her little hands, her delicate body was as soft as boneless, leaning on his arms, and a pair of lotus arms quietly wrapped around his waist.

The emperor looked down and saw that she was delicate and beautiful between her eyebrows, and couldn't help but gently drop a kiss between her eyebrows, then looked at the fold in her hand again, and said, "It was I who woke you up." ”

Rong Yue shook his head and pressed his face against his chest, the faint fragrance of ambergris lingering on the tip of his nose, which was intoxicating.

The emperor read the recital in his hand, picked up the pen and wrote it for approval, and then put the recital into the stack after the review. Holding her shoulder, picking up her chin with his left hand, looking at the tender and tactful eyes, frowning slightly, he gently stroked her shoulder and said, "Do you think I bullied you?" ”

Rong Yue shook his head, remembering the emperor's gentle love and care last night, he couldn't help but have a trace of red glow flying up his face, and lowered his head slightly.

Seeing that she was docile, the emperor held her in his arms, raised his hand and gently stroked her satin-like black hair, and there was a hint of tenderness in his tone: "Ming'er, can I send someone to send you back to the imperial grandmother?" ”

A trace of astonishment flashed in Rong Yue's eyes, and she immediately shook her head again and again: "I ......"

She was worried that the emperor was bored with her, and there was a trace of moisture in her beautiful eyes, and she let go of the emperor, trying her best to hide the choking in her tone: "Am I wrong with something?" ”

The emperor was surprised: "How can you think like this? ”

Rong Yue remembered that Wei Wei, who admired the chrysanthemum that day, and sighed lightly: "I didn't look good......

The emperor carefully looked at the person in front of him, his eyebrows were picturesque, the soft light was laid out, the bare skin was as white as clotted fat, and the delicate body wrapped only in a mattress sheet was exquisite, and the bulge was about to come out, so that he couldn't take his eyes off, he stretched out his arms and took the person in his arms to gently soothe, and his voice gradually added two points of dryness: "My little lord looks like a city." ”

Even though she knew that this was coaxing her, Rong Yue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hugging her tall and strong body, she couldn't help but snuggle up to his chest, her eyelashes were half drooping, and her voice was soft: "But I don't have a heart, and I love to cry, everyone must hate me." ”

Seeing that she was weak, the emperor became more and more pitiful, hugged her tightly and comforted: "Nonsense, you are so kind and gentle, which one will hate you." ”

Nalan Rongruo didn't like it, Chang Ning also blamed her for having no brains, Rong Yue remembered the sad thing, couldn't help rolling out two lines of tears, shook her head slightly and said, "I'm so old...... I'm scared...... I don't have anyone to ...... in my life" Thinking about the sadness, he became more and more emotional, and tears flowed down his eyes.

The emperor lifted her chin, gently kissed the tears on her cheeks, and coaxed: "How can no one want it?" I want it! Do not be afraid, you are now my man, and no one will dare to laugh at you anymore. Thinking of the likes of Na Lahong Xu, there was a hint of coldness in the emperor's eyes.

Listening to his persuasion, Rong Yue's heart was much calmer, nodded indiscriminately, raised a pair of lotus arms around the emperor's neck, and hugged the emperor tightly, as if he wanted to draw warmth from the light source.

During the entanglement, the mattress sheet was half down, and the carcass of the young girl was half presented in front of him, the emperor couldn't help but be emotional, and saw the piles of music on the case, and couldn't help frowning tightly, holding the little girl's arm to pull the person away a little, and then said: "I ...... There are also excerpts to see. ”

Rong Yue suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart, it was clear that the Empress Dowager had told him that he had almost missed the state affairs, and when he saw the emperor staring at his chest for a moment, he suddenly let out a low sigh of shame, and hurriedly picked up the scattered mattress sheets and wrapped his body.

The emperor coughed lightly as if concealed, moved his body uneasily, dipped his pen into the inkstone, and stared at the cinnabar with his eyes, but he always remembered the vermilion plum rui, so he threw away the imperial pen again, picked up a book and opened it, and said: "The hour is still early, you can go to sleep for a while." ”

Rong Yue stepped back lightly, and after a while, she changed into a neat moon-white silk embroidered folded magnolia mid-coat and skirt.

When the emperor saw that she was still back, he asked gently, "Can't you sleep?" ”

"I want to sit with the emperor." The corners of Rong Yue's lips curled slightly, and she went to take the half-read travelogue and look at the other end of the kang.

The emperor went to her, and gathered the gods to read the recital.

Gradually, sleepiness hit, and she held her cheeks in her hand and gradually squinted.

After the emperor finished commenting on the chapter, he saw that the sky in the east was about to brighten, and when he turned his head to see her sleeping face like a baby, he couldn't help laughing, got up gently, and picked up the person, but the book quietly slipped to the ground, turned a page, and a line of delicate annotations next to the small characters printed on it:

On the south side of the painting hall, people trembled half-loudly. It is difficult for the slave to come out, and the king is merciful.

This is a very charming word, but the emperor was provoked to be angry, and he couldn't help but sigh: This little grinding spirit.

Rong Yue was sleeping shallowly, and she woke up a little by this hug, only to feel in a daze that she was held tightly by a pair of strong arms, she was already sleepy, and couldn't help but raise her hand to brush away the flies that harassed her face, but she was held by her slender wrist and pressed on the top of her head, she couldn't break free, and couldn't help but snort a few times angrily.

"How like a little piggy." The emperor was finally helpless, and he was reluctant to wake people up, so he stretched his arms and hugged people in his arms, closing his eyes and recuperating. (To be continued.) )