Xia Wuqin really didn't expect that she would come to Jingyitang in this capacity.

The heat of summer made the palace even more boring, so Leng Yexuan once again took everyone to Jingyi Hall to escape the heat.

This time, Xia Wuqin went together as the accompanying maid of the cold night Yuewu.

The nobles who accompanied him were, the Queen Mother, the Yuewu Chang Emperor, the Yuehan Chang Emperor, the Hui Concubine, the Yu Concubine, Jing Wanyi, Ling Xiaoyi and their personal palace people.

Leng Ye Yuewu once accompanied Murong Yining to Jingyi Hall, and now, Concubine Rou Murong Yining has passed away, and Leng Ye Yuewu chose her original residence, Zhuqin Xiaozhu.

Xia Wuqin really likes it here, especially the lotus flowers full of ponds behind the bamboo qinxiaozhu, which is her favorite.

At the family banquet in the evening, the three masters and servants of the cold night moon did not participate. It's not that they don't give the emperor a son, nor are they afraid of anything, they just don't want to have any conflict with the queen mother, even if they meet, now is not the time.

Leng Yexuan ordered someone to send some of the delicacies at the banquet to Zhuqin Xiaozhu, and Zhiqin took out the hibiscus wine that Murong Yiling had buried in the palace before, and the three of them also had a good time.

If you want to say that this hibiscus wine, it is the true inheritance of the Murong family. To take the water lilies that bloom in the summer pond and the wood hibiscus petals in the garden, add rain, valley rain, white dew, light snow, the rain during the four solar terms, and bury them in the ground planted with bamboo during the Qingming Festival of the second year, and when you want to drink it, you can take it out.

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Although this wine is called "hibiscus wine", it contains the aroma of hibiscus, the freshness of water lilies, and the sweetness of bamboo, which is very delicious and suitable for them to taste as little women.

After the meal, Xia Wuqin fell asleep serving Yuewu in the cold night, while she walked to the hot spring called "Ziya" behind Jingyi Hall.

At this time, the dinner is not over, standing here, you can still see the lights in the distance, laughter.

Xia Wu tightened the mirror flower silk shawl on her body, although it was a hot summer, but because it was located on the mountain, the wind blew at night, and it was a little cool.

However, Xia Wuqin likes this feeling very much, at least it can calm her mood and calm her mind.

Looking at the "Ziya" hot spring surrounded by mist, Xia Wuqin's heart felt inexplicably a little unexpressed.

She looked around, it was already Haizheng (that is, it was about ten o'clock in the evening), but there was still a lot of money over there, and she thought, no one else would come here on such a night.

Xia Wuqin took off the shawl on her body and put it on the stone bench on the side, revealing a snow-blue summer palace skirt, and stretched her arms widely.

She has been dancing since she was a child, and she is also good at dancing, no matter what kind of dance she is, she can dance with a different feeling.

And today, she is less delicate in the dance, and more sorrowful, although the softness of this body is not very good, and it is not very suitable for dancing, but Xia Wuqin has a way to make this dance come alive.

The dinner over there had just ended, and Leng Yexuan didn't know why, he felt a little pain in his heart, so he ordered someone to guard this place and not let anyone in, while he walked in slowly.

But he never thought that when he walked here, he saw such a scene, a scene that he would never forget.

Under the lingering of water vapor, a girl in purple gently stretched her body, like a fairy descending into the world, faintly elegant. The woman was spinning and dancing there, and Leng Yexuan looked at her smiling side face and recognized it as the pretty palace maid beside the imperial sister.

Suddenly, she turned her head, and the smile on her face froze.

"Slaves and maids see the emperor." Xia Wuqin knelt down, a little annoyed in her heart, they were still holding a dinner party just now, how could this moment of hard work be over?

"A song of neon clothes and wine, and the fragrance of lotus is scattered outside the evening wind hall. The bright moon in the pool is like an old eye, and I have dreamed back to the yarn tent several times. 1 Leng Yexuan didn't seem to see Xia Wuqin kneeling on the ground, and muttered.

In his heart, a figure that had passed away appeared, as if he had the same eyes as the woman in front of him, and the same fascinating smile.

In Xia Wuqin's heart, his thoughts turned a thousand times. She looked at the expression on Leng Yexuan's face and knew that maybe things were a little different this time. It's just that she didn't show it, but called softly:

"Your Majesty?"

"Yes." Leng Yexuan came back to his senses, looked at the woman on the ground, and sighed softly, her voice was so weak that Xia Wuqin even thought that she was hallucinating.

"Get up. Why is it here alone at such a late hour? His voice was very soft, and he said with pity.

"When I went back to the emperor, the slave couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go out for a walk, but I didn't expect to collide with the saint." Xia Wuqin had already figured out how to answer just now, so now that she said it, it seemed very real.

"It's more profound, you as a woman should take good care of yourself, if you catch a cold, it's not good." Leng Yexuan picked up the shawl that was put aside by Xia Wuqin with concern, and reached out to put it on for her personally.

"Your Majesty." Leng Yexuan's hand, with a hint of coolness, touched Xia Wuqin's shoulder, and a clear feeling spread from his shoulder to his heart. Xia Wuqin couldn't help but blushed and looked at him blankly.

Leng Yexuan saw that her face was crimson, and her eyes were full of water, as if she could squeeze out the water, which added a bit of pity.

"Let's go, I'll send you back." Just when Xia Wuqin thought that he would do something to himself, Leng Yexuan suddenly spoke.

"Yes." Xia Wuqin lowered his head, let him hold his shoulders, and slowly walked towards Zhuqin Xiaozhu.

Back in Zhuqin Xiaozhu, Leng Yexuan said to rest early and left.

When Xia Wuqin returned to the room, Zhiqin was already asleep. Because of the cold night, Yuewu never needs someone to be on duty at night, so the two of them can be so leisurely, and they don't have to wait by their side often.

She looked at the sleeping Zhiqin, and a faint smile appeared on her face, Zhiqin was so carefree, looking at Xia Wuqin's heart, she was very happy.

Xia Wuqin rubbed his flushed face, and couldn't help but think of his gentleness just now, but soon, Xia Wuqin calmed down.

Looking at this strange self in the mirror, tears slipped down like this.

In her vague teary eyes, Xia Wuqin whispered to herself:

"You can't be soft-hearted, even if it's for the unborn child, you can't be soft-hearted!"

Sleepless nights......

Note: 1 This poem is not written by the author, but is published on the Internet.