Something suddenly broke in her heart, and she even heard the mocking laughter in the huge hall. Qingluan obviously wanted to cry in pain, but for some reason, at this moment, she calmly even timidized herself. She was deeply blessed by Yuchen, and raised her eyes again, but her eyes were already gloomy.

"The slave understands and will no longer delay the prince's time."

"Qingluan ......" Seeing the woman's forbearant smile, he actually felt that his heart hurt, and blurted out, "We are friends, and there is no difference in status." Besides, if you are a concubine, isn't it also a good home? ”

Did you do this on purpose, or did you not understand me at all?

Qingluan turned around suddenly, and the starry sky was suddenly colorless. There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart, and since the heart is dead, what is the use of saying more. She didn't walk more than a dozen steps, and a palace maid came up to greet her, lest she run out of the palace in such an abrupt way, so they all hugged Qingluan and went to the palace.

Yuchen stood in the shadows, unable to take a step for a long time. He wanted to laugh, but the corners of his mouth couldn't raise a trace of arc. Suddenly, I heard a long sigh behind me, my shoulders sank suddenly, and my white hands were already covering my shoulders.

"Zichen, why do you have to be so painful."

You don't need to turn around to know who such a bold person is, the man slowly pulled out a green flute from his wide sleeved robe, handed it to the woman behind him, and said, "I've sent you, I'll blow it when I have nothing to do." ”

"I'd better leave her things to you, if I had known that you were going to give away your favorite things out of the city, I wouldn't have promised you to protect that girl." Imperial Concubine Jin lightly pushed away the man's palm, and in the faint light, her beautiful face turned into a trance, "Obviously you can reach it with your hand, why did you push it to others several times." Could it be that that person's ambition cannot be satisfied by a splendid river and mountain? ”

"An Yan." The man calmly stopped the imperial concubine's words, and his cold brows frowned slightly, "First, it's not mine, and second, please don't forget your own identity." ”

Unexpectedly, the woman stepped forward, blocking the light and shadow in front of him, staring at the man's deep eyes with a cold gaze, and said word by word: "Wei Yuchen, you should pay attention to the tone of your voice with me." Are you really not afraid that when she is favored, I will return to the harem to compete with her for favor? ”

"You're not that kind of person." Yuchen raised his eyes quietly, "If you really want to fight, no one can fight for you." ”

Is that really the case?

The princess turned around, but laughed and burst into tears. She thought that the person behind her could not see it, but she didn't know that this move was reflected in the man's eyes. She thought that she had forgotten how to cry for so many years, and in this place where tears were not believed, this cowardice was destined to be abandoned. However, at this moment, when she saw Yuchen's heartache so much, she couldn't suppress the sadness in her heart.

Just as he understood her, she understood the hurt in his heart.

This kind of confidant can no longer be said in a few words, but at a glance, they know each other. If you have a confidant in this life, what more can you ask for.

The woman gently put the flute into Yuchen's hand and said lightly, "Put away her things." ”

In the red lotus tent, the hibiscus is warm for the spring night.

The pearl of the night shimmers with a silvery light, reflecting the rare treasures of the interior furnishings with a layer of mystery. The edge of the bed inlaid with a golden dragon is filled with mascots such as red dates and longan. Under some ambiguous light, the beauty was only dressed in plain clothes, sitting behind a curtain made of tencel, three thousand green silk hung down to her waist, like Zhu Dan's lips, and the bitter smile reflected the mottled tears on her clean face.

Although the cold wind was howling outside the window, the beast brain purple gold incense burner inside spit out a warmth comparable to spring. The aroma rises, and the smoke is beautiful. Qingluan looked sideways, and outside the red gate under the layers of affection, the figure standing was tall and long, and the sword aura of the heroic bones was clearly owned by the man. Could it be that in this harem, there are still people who can enter and leave the warm pavilion at will.

"Who." She spoke suddenly, her voice crisp and clear.

"It's my dead soldier, don't be afraid."

The figure suddenly knelt down, and out of behind him stepped a young figure with a purple crown on its head and a tall posture. Pushing open the door with one hand, he stepped into the house with the bitter cold wind.

Seeing that the monarch had arrived, the dead man fled in an instant, and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to see where he was hiding.

The woman's breath in the curtain suddenly became short, and she also straightened up from a half-kneeling position, and her bright eyes seemed to have absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and suddenly became cold. She clasped tightly to the golden silk nanmu on the edge of the bed, which exuded the fragrance of plants and trees, and felt that her back was becoming stiff little by little, and her whole body entered a state of alert as if she had encountered a great crisis.

However, the Son of Heaven did not enter the inner room, but sat down at the sandalwood table. Through Shaman, he had a gilded wine jug and a delicate white jade cup in his hand.

The white and slender fingers lifted the wine jug, and the mellow liquid turned into a white trick and fell into the glass. He picked up the jade bucket with two fingers, but he was not in a hurry to drink it, but turned his head sideways to look at the woman on the bed - quiet as green water, smiling like a peach, crying like pear blossoms with dew, angry like red lotus fire, why did such a dressed beauty never notice before.

He is not lustful and faint, but the light and noble aura exuded from Qingluan's body makes him a little unstoppable.

Just like An Yan in the past, he liked to squint at him with those unruly eyes, and his slightly raised chin was like a proud finch, refusing to succumb to the world, and in front of her was the dominating Kyushu Son of Heaven. However, Qingluan is different from her, there is no trace of anger in her calm pupils, even if she is oppressed, it only exudes an extremely cold cold, just like the snow in the depths of winter and the lotus on the top of the mountain.

"Come and have a drink with me." Seeing the man's order, Qingluan lifted the veil and got up to come forward. Every time she made a movement, the plain skirt would swing with it, lined with the shiny green silk of Wu Ze, a beauty with bright eyes and snow muscles, like walking out of a scroll of splashed ink.

The man looked at her intently, and when he saw her coming, he gently pushed the jade cup. Qingluan doesn't shirk it, now she just wants to get drunk and rest, and she may be able to accept it with peace of mind when she wakes up. She lightly blessed, picked up the jade cup and drank it all, but as if she hadn't tasted the aroma of the wine, she removed the cup and looked at the Son of Heaven in front of her in a daze, with a trace of puzzlement in her eyes.

"Your Majesty...... It's water. ”

"You can't drink, just drink water." He smiled slightly, and his eyebrows, which had always been cold, were much softer, not as aggressive as they were at the beginning, "Do you know why Dao Dao Yi wants to transfer you to Chaofeng Palace?" ”

"The emperor saved the life of the slave and maid, and the slave and maid understood."

"Heh, only you dare to say to your face that my favorite concubine is not good, no wonder Xing Yan treats you badly with such a temperament." Even when it comes to the woman he loves, the high-ranking emperor only raises his sword eyebrows slightly. This made Qingluan suddenly feel a chill in his heart, in his opinion, beauty was just his plaything like jewelry. If you are in a good mood, you will play with it, and if you are tired of it, you will throw it away mercilessly.

This ambitious man has only the world in his eyes, and he does not meet his age for a series of actions - setting up a pro-government, placing loyal ministers under house arrest, and raising dead soldiers...... All of them show what kind of king he is, and how can such a person spend his feelings on playthings.

Qingluan felt relaxed.

If there is no emotion, the burden will not be too heavy, and the road will not be too difficult.

The emperor suddenly picked her up by the waist. Qingluan only felt the coldness on his palm touch his waist, and his face suddenly became hot. She twisted her body violently, trying to break free from this confinement, but the hands wrapped around her so tightly that she could not move. The man threw her forward, and the woman's limp body immediately sank into the softness of the bed.

Before she could whisper, the man's majestic body had already pressed up, fixing her restless swing, and at the same time, one hand reached into the single garment and removed the obscene garment that had already slipped down the shoulder blades, and suddenly revealed a beautiful chest.

"Your Majesty!"

At that moment, all that kept coming to the woman's mind was the white dress, the clothes fluttering when the wind rose, and the flute fluttering. Whether it is hate or love, she just wants to keep his innocence for him, "Your Majesty, Qingluan already has someone she loves." ”

The man's eyes suddenly reflected a murderous aura, and the strength in his hand not only did not lessen, but increased a little. He tightly wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged out, and he just said a few words fiercely, "Forget him", and then forcefully covered the woman's red lips, and output the momentum of the strong dragon in his body.