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I don't know when the sun sets, if there is nothing to do, Murong Yichuan is used to going to the imperial garden for a leisurely walk, watching the garden like a brocade, enjoying the sunset infinitely good, from morning to dusk, almost most of the time is busy, he needs a short time to relieve his fatigue.

As before, Murong Yichuan walked out of the imperial dining room but just stood under the lang and had no intention of moving forward, and said with a smile in the early summer on the side; "Your Majesty, the white chrysanthemums in the imperial garden are blooming very well, the slave maid will accompany you there to have a look, the white chrysanthemums in the sunset will naturally look very good, and the queen may also be there to reward them." At the mention of the word queen, Murong Yichuan's eyebrows moved slightly, "Okay." Yuluo walked on his own, and early summer followed closely behind.

The imperial garden in the evening is a little more enchanting than usual, although it is autumn to kill all the flowers, but there is cinnamon in front of the chrysanthemum and now there is no emptiness, the soft sunset casts a soft veil for the whole imperial garden, and the extreme eye is soft and tactful. Murong Yichuan heard the sound of a flute coming from afar, melodious and pleasant, Murong Yichuan muttered to himself while walking, and he didn't know who was interested, and he smiled in early summer and said that the emperor would know when he went. Murong Yichuan said with interest; "The ancients tread the snow to find plums, but now I am treading the wind to find the flute." The golden wind was fine, Murong Yichuan walked towards the flute, and when he walked in, he saw clearly that he saw a woman in purple standing quietly in the white chrysanthemum bushes, and she didn't know that the wind was blowing chaotically, at the moment she was only focusing on the bamboo flute in her hand, and the purple under the white chrysanthemums looked extraordinarily fresh and elegant, Murong Yichuan couldn't help but want to stay longer, I remembered that in the past, Ximen Ruoxuan was also like this, when the white plum was in full bloom, she was independent in the flowers, and the beauty of the flowers was still fresh in Murong Yichuan's memory. Purple is Ximen Ruoxuan's favorite, and now the woman in purple in front of her is not as beautiful as Ruoxuan, but she also has something touching. There was still the melodious flute in his ears, and he had heard so many flutes that only this flute made him move and indulge.

The sound of the flute gradually faded, and Murong Yichuan came to his senses for a long time, "There are many flowers in the prosperous city, only the drunken beauty holds the bamboo flute, and a song comes from spring, and this love is not said to Bai Ju." After speaking, Murong Yichuan waved his hand at the woman in purple, the woman was slightly stunned, and reminded Cao Niangniang in early summer, she didn't come to see the emperor yet, and then the woman in purple woke up like a dream, and suddenly showed a panicked face.

Murong Yichuan glanced meaningfully at the early summer not far away, "This is what you arranged."

Chu Xia bowed his head and was silent, so he listened to Murong Yichuan continue; "It's rare that you are so attentive, and my trip is worthwhile."

Hearing that Murong Yichuan didn't blame himself, he put his mind at ease in the early summer, and knew that he had no intention of staying, so he quietly walked away.

At this time, the Cao family had already walked out of the flowers, she wanted to meet Murong Yichuan immediately, but she was afraid of walking quickly and hurting the flower branches, and when she walked out of the flowers, she walked quickly towards Murong Yichuan, and when she was avoided, she deliberately slipped her feet and fell down, "The concubine participates in the emperor, long live the emperor-" The Cao family wanted to fall down Murong Yichuan took pity on her and held her up, and the Cao family naturally fell into Murong Yichuan's arms, and instantly looked ashamed.

The beauty entered her arms, the fragrance flowed, and in an instant, Murong Yichuan only felt relaxed and happy, "Your bamboo flute is very good, and I am also the first time I have seen a woman who can play the bamboo flute, if I guessed well, the song you just now is "Purple Cloud Return"." Cao's heart was overjoyed when he saw Murong Yichuan praising him like this, but his face was very humble, "Emperor Shengming, what the concubine just played was the "Purple Cloud Return" that Tang Xuanzong listened to when he sleepwalked in the Moon Palace" Murong Yichuan's hand subconsciously fell on the woman's slender waist, Cao's waist was slender like a willow, graceful and soft, and he was reluctant to let go when he touched it.

On weekdays, in Murong Yichuan's eyes, Cao's is also a good woman, but she doesn't look as good as Pan's, but today I can smell her a bamboo flute and have a unique charm, her gentleness and purity, fresh and elegant are like a gust of wind stirring the heart of spring.

The evening breeze rose, and Murong Yichuan slowly let go of the Cao family, "It's not too early, you should go back to the palace."

Cao Shi grabbed Murong Yichuan's arm and begged softly; "Since the hour is not early, it is time for the emperor to eat, can you let the concubines serve you once? Only one concubine can be satisfied." In the face of Cao's retention and tenderness, Murong Yichuan could hardly push her hand away, "I heard that the crape myrtle flowers in the Purple Spring Palace are better than those blooming elsewhere, so I'll go and take a look." After finishing speaking, his hand had already wrapped around the woman's slender waist, and he stepped on the gradually returning sunset and headed towards the Purple Spring Palace.

Purple Spring Palace and Cloud Sleeve Palace adjacent, located in the southwest direction, not too far from the middle palace, the palace garden was built during the Taizong period, because of its favorite concubine Wu by the love of purple so Taizong named this palace Purple Spring Palace, personally mention the plaque. The pavilions and pavilions in the palace have the rhyme of the south of the Yangtze River, and the garden is full of crape myrtles.

Stepping on the purple falling on the ground, Murong Yichuan suddenly felt relieved in his heart, "This Purple Spring Palace is really chic." Looking at the exquisite and chic in front of him, the rich and elegant palace Murong Yichuan praised sincerely. Cao's busy pandering to the road; "The concubines have always loved purple, but it is the emperor's grace to be fortunate to live in this Purple Spring Palace." Murong Yichuan said with a smile; "This is your creation."

The people of the Purple Spring Palace were all happy to see the emperor driving to his brother, and when they saw the eunuch and palace maid Murong Yichuan who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes swept lightly, and then he asked them to be flat, and then led the Cao family to the main hall if there was no one.

Cao personally served tea to Murong Yichuan's lips, and under the soft light, her arm covered by cloud sleeves was revealed, as delicate as a white lotus root, which made people can't help but want to pinch a finger, the scent of incense powder on Cao's body is not too strong, fragrant but not burning, just right.

After the tea, the dinner was put on one after another, and the Cao family poured a glass of wine and served it to Murong Yichuan, "Your Majesty, this is the wine made by the concubine herself, how about you taste it." Hearing that it was brewed by the Cao family himself, Murong Yichuan hurriedly picked up the wine glass and tasted it, and nodded, "Although the taste is a little lighter, it is suitable for women who are not strong enough to drink. [,！ Come and drink, no wonder the queen often praises Xiujuan in front of me for your intelligence, and that's true."

Cao Shiwan'er, "If the emperor can't get used to the concubine and give you something else, it just so happens that the concubine has a bottle of Blue Bridge Fengyue brought from her mother's house."

Murong Yichuan hurriedly said forget it, the Blue Bridge Fengyue wine is too strong, suitable for drunken singing between men, and drinking this grape wine luminous cup with a beautiful woman is the best.

Cao's Road; "The emperor Shengming, such a beautiful day and drunken people have failed me." The eyes of the Cao family looking at Murong Yichuan were always full of affection,

Murong Yichuan smiled lightly, and drank all the wine in the cup, "The queen said Xiujuan, you are knowledgeable, gentle and affectionate, how can I be willing to bear such a good day and such a beautiful woman, this wine seems to be tender, and I am pouring a cup."

Cao Shi poured the wine for Murong Yichuan, and then poured a full cup for himself, "Your Majesty, the concubines respect you, may the emperor live Kangtai, and may the concubines often have this opportunity to drink with the emperor."

During the banquet, Murong Yichuan and Cao's pushed glasses and changed lamps, talking and laughing, and when the banquet dispersed, the relationship between the two also warmed up, Murong Yichuan saw Cao's erudition, and her humility and deference also made him appreciate it very much.

Murong Yichuan had no intention of leaving the Purple Spring Palace because of the deepening of Cao's favor, and the Cao family offered two kinds of dim sum, namely jujube paste crisp and osmanthus cake, "These two are too sweet, I don't like sweets, but this is what the queen likes." During this period, Murong Yichuan mentioned the word queen more than once, and Cao's heart was very unhappy, seeing that Murong Yichuan didn't like sweets, Cao's asked someone to change the walnut crisp and sesame cake.

In order to increase his favor in the emperor's heart, Cao almost tried his best, playing the piano, playing the flute, writing poems and paintings.

As the night deepened, when the Cao family really wanted to serve Murong Yichuan when he went to bed, he was very worried, and his smooth and beautiful face was covered with a deep blush under the lamp, which was extremely coquettish, Murong Yichuan naturally saw Cao's nervousness, so he hugged him comfortingly, "The palace maid in charge of your palace will teach you how to serve me, and slowly I will be patient for a long night." Cao muttered shyly; "The concubines naturally know how to serve the emperor, but I just want to come tonight is the wedding night of the concubines, and it is difficult to have faith in my heart." When he heard the three words of wedding night, Murong Yichuan was a little moved, "The three words of wedding night have made me lose sight of it for a long time." Murong Yichuan has had many women in this life, but there are only two real wedding nights, one unforgettable, and one confused.

Cao's Road; "For the emperor, the concubine is just an ordinary concubine, but for the concubine, the emperor is the husband of the concubine, and he must trust and rely on the loyal person for the rest of his life, and the concubine knows that only the queen mother is the most important in the emperor's heart, but the concubine only asks the emperor not to mention other women when he is with the concubine, even if the emperor is holding the concubine at the moment and thinking about the queen's mother, please don't say it, give the concubine a trace of fantasy."

Cao's gentleness and tenderness are like a wisp of fresh breeze to Murong Yichuanchun's heart ripple, "It's rare that you are like a concubine with a rough heart, okay, I will be with you, and I won't mention her when I am with you."

Listening to the words, the Cao family smiled happily, "Thank you to the emperor, concubine."

The west wind outside the window frightens the sycamores, and the hibiscus tent curtain inside the window is boundless.