Bei'an Huang's deep face was hidden in the shadows, and he bent down to lift Pan Miao's chin slightly.

"Is it really as Jia and the princess said? Are you really wronged? Although Bei Anhuang knew that this girl would not act so recklessly, the suspicion in his bones still made him a little unconvinced.

He asked superficially, but Pan Miaoqian immediately heard a deeper meaning.

"The concubine is really wronged, if the emperor doesn't believe it, he can find the prince for questioning!"

"Prince, where is the prince, bring it to me." Bei Anhuang obviously caught a trace of cunning in Pan Miao's shallow watery gaze, suppressed the anger that was about to come out, and said patiently.

Hearing that this concubine was going to confront the prince, the expressions on everyone's faces were also very different, most of the men were regretful, and the women were a little gloating.

Is this Concubine Yan stupid, which man will generously admit his dirty behavior in front of everyone after doing such a thing, not to mention Bei Yiyu, who is the crown prince, is it difficult to know whether his head was caught by the door or kicked by a donkey.

The two little eunuchs who were originally carrying the drunken prince heard about the summons there, and they took great effort to carry the "ancestor" on their shoulders back.

Bei Yiyu only felt that his head was groggy, his vision was blurry, and his body was as weak as a puddle of mud.

In a trance, he heard someone talking in his ear, buzzing like a swarm of flies, he raised his hand and fanned his ear, damn flies, don't disturb the good dreams of this prince.

Bei Anhuang's eyes were terrifying, and his patience was lost little by little, and he yelled at Bei Yiyu again.

Now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can be regarded as hearing it, but he only heard one name.

Bei Yiyu stumbled to his feet, only raising his eyes up a small slit, "Money, shallow, you listen to Prince Ben, Prince Ben really likes you." The things in front of him turned and turned, and it was easy to catch the figure of Concubine Yan kneeling on the ground.

A pounced, and his arms were about to grab the woman on the ground, "You are really naughty, why are you avoiding me, I am the new prince of the north, young and vigorous, is it not as good as the old thing of my father?" ”

He pointed to his nose as he spoke, and duly burped loudly.

"Yu'er, you're drunk, what nonsense are you talking about." Lan Miyun on the side suddenly got up, stepped forward and gave Bei Yiyu a resounding slap, and then yelled at him.

"The emperor is angry, the prince must have been evil, so he will say these nonsense, usually Yu'er respects you the most, and in front of the concubines."

Lan Miyun tried her best to explain and save the situation, but things had developed to the point where they were out of control, and it was not something she could control at all.

"Queen, shut up for me." He grabbed her wrist and pressed his gloomy face against her cheek.

"Evil, do you think I'm really old? Can't you really hear even if you're deaf? What your good son said was not only me, but everyone here heard it clearly, do you want to make up any false excuses to exonerate my good prince? ”

The words "My good prince" were squeezed out of his teeth, and a dark face was full of anger, and the force in his hand was so great that with a little force, it would break Lan Miyun's wrist.

Lan Miyun couldn't help but wail, and couldn't help but want to break free from the palm that was like a steel tong, and cold sweat flowed from her forehead.

When Bei Anhuang shook her off with all his might, Lan Miyun immediately turned into a kite with a broken string, and swooped on the cold ground beside Miao Zhi.

Miao Zhi, who was kneeling on the side, wanted to step forward to help her, but as soon as she was about to stretch out her hands, she saw Yuan Hongxuan in the corner shaking her head imperceptibly, so she flashed her hand back into her sleeve unnaturally, and her face was a little embarrassed.

It's really a reminder of whether to eat or not, but fortunately, Yuan Hongxuan's reminder was timely. At this time, the queen is afraid that she hates her to death, how can she accept her support, maybe she will be suspected of ulterior motives!

The banquet was made a fuss by this incident, Bei Anhuang was already angry to death, where was he still in the mood to watch any fireworks, and decisively ordered the queen and the prince to be grounded first, and then sent down after listening to it tomorrow. After speaking, he returned to Xuande Hall angrily, and the follow-up accompanying work fell on Bei Yiyuan.

There was no good show, and everyone went back to the tables and chairs on the other side of the lake to rest, waiting for a while to watch the fireworks.

Miao Zhi knelt for a long time, her knees were numb, and when the little palace maid helped her to the seat, the first fireworks exploded in the dark sky, brilliant and dazzling.

"Wow, that's beautiful." She is very broad-hearted, no matter what happens, she can eat and sleep well, no, this son has been blinded by the gorgeous fireworks in the sky.

With such a beautiful view, she couldn't help but want to share it with Yuan Hongxuan, even if she couldn't stand together, would she be in the same place.

However, Yuan Hongxuan, who was still sitting in the men's seat just now, disappeared at this time, and Miao Zhi probed his brain and carefully searched for his figure with his eyes, but his eyes were astringent and he still didn't find it.

Where did this guy go?

The lotus incense hall is brightly lit.

The ladies carried the huge cypress barrels into the center of the inner sanctum, and the layers of gauze tents were lowered. They set the temperature of the water to a moderate level, sprinkled all kinds of dried flower petals in the tub, and when everything was ready, they carefully withdrew.

Today, Concubine Yan Niangniang was greatly wronged and frightened, and the butterfly shadow yarn dance dress on her body was also torn, and she was still a little trembling when she was sent back by the palace people, and there were obviously a few more bruises on her knees. Although the emperor did not come to comfort Niangniang in person, Duoman's father-in-law came to tell them that they should serve Niangniang more attentively these days, and only go to the subordinate departments to get the best food and clothing.

The silent inner sanctum was steaming for a moment, and the woman sitting on the wide couch slowly and fully untied the somewhat torn tulle dance dress, and then gently lifted a long, well-proportioned white leg, and untied the string of tinkling silver bells from her ankles.

Her red lips whispered softly, as if touching a small piece of purple skin on her knees, and even her willow eyebrows frowned delicately.

She muttered, and her slender ten fingers came to the side of her neck, and she used her fingers as a comb to carefully take care of her long black hair. Leaning slightly, she seemed to have finally cleaned up, and then got up. Her naked feet stepped over the cold marble floor, and she "staggered" up the wooden ladder next to the tub, and slid into the petal-paved tub with a light leap.

The warm and delicate droplets of water carried the faint fragrance on the white and delicate skin, and a satisfied sigh overflowed from the woman's throat.

She picked up the water and stroked it on her pink face, and the tiny stream of water spread all the way down her delicate jaw, slid over her crystal neck, flowed over her graceful collarbone, and finally stroked the white and tender fullness of the little half of the exposed water. (To be continued.) )