The night sinks like water, and the stars are like beans.

Zhuang Zhao and the emperor walked side by side, their hands clasped in their wide sleeves.

"It's quiet tonight."

She smiled and looked sideways at the Emperor, her gentle brows looming in the dim light.

The little eunuch who followed behind hung his head and looked at the bluestone slab, and vaguely heard the emperor say something with a smile, and then heard the concubine snort him.

This was the first time he had heard someone dare to speak to the emperor like this.

I didn't expect the concubine to look beautiful and delicate, and she was so bold.

Brother Tan in front of him stopped, and he also stopped.

waited until he couldn't hear the two masters in front of him speak, and then continued to walk forward.

Yikun Palace was very close to the Emperor's Dormitory, Ganqian Palace, and they didn't have long to arrive.

Xu is because of the relationship between the concubines and the concubines, and the emperor doesn't even have a good impression of Yikun Palace.

If it weren't for the fact that the location of Yikun Palace was the best except for Kunning Palace, he would not have let Zhuang Zhao live here.

The furnishings of the room are the same as they were in the west hall.

The emperor reclined leisurely on the couch, picked up the book next to him, and looked closely, but it was a volume of poems.

“…… Whisper and ask: To whom do you stay? There have been three shifts in the city. The horse is slippery and the frost is thick, so it is better to go to rest, and there are few people. ”

He smiled playfully.

Zhuang Zhao was embarrassed by his laughter.

She took out the book from his hand and said coquettishly: "Your Highness......" As soon as the words came out, she knew that it was inappropriate, and hurriedly changed her words: "Your Majesty." ”

The Emperor took her hand and pulled her into his arms, his other hand tightly wrapped around her waist.

Her black temples are slightly messy, her pink face is peachy, and her bright eyes are happy and hateful.

"It seems that the emperor likes this chaise longue very much." She leaned on top of him, her voice soft and delicate.

The Emperor rested his hand on her waist, and the scorching heat made her move.

"Don't move." The emperor said in a dumb voice.

The two were so close that they could even count their eyelashes.

Zhuang Zhao even realized what it means to be romantic.

Because he was still in the period of filial piety, the emperor had to suppress any thoughts in his heart.

However, small compensation can be available.

The next day, when they came in, they saw Zhuang Zhao sniffing his hands.

"Master, what's wrong with your hand?" White tea is confused.

After all, the paper inkstone is well-informed, and he immediately understood.

The little eunuchs got together, although they couldn't do anything, but after all, they were still men, and they were not taboo on their lips.

So what should be known and what should not be known, the paper inkstone basically knows.

Only the silly girl of Baicha will ask it arrogantly, right, if you don't see other people's Bailing, you shouldn't ask?

Zhuang Zhao put down his hand awkwardly and changed the topic with some weakness, "Did the emperor say anything when he left today?" ”

Bai Ling waited for her to rinse her mouth with a cup on the side, and said, "The emperor asked someone to send a pot of impatiens over." ”

Zhuang Zhao was wiping his mouth when he remembered the emperor's words last night.

"Let them be good to live and raise."

She dropped a sentence and got up to have breakfast.

"Why doesn't the master seem to be very happy......?" White Tea muttered.

Paper Yan glanced at her coldly.

Bai Cha glared back without showing weakness.

As long as you can endure it, you have long eyes?

Paper Yan turned his head expressionlessly.

In my mind, I can basically be sure:

-- Hopelessly stupid.

After finishing the meal, Zhuang Zhao wanted to play with Ah Ling for a while, but the Empress Dowager sent Mama Zheng to pick up Ah Ling.

"Niangniang misses Her Royal Highness the princess, and specially ordered the old slave to pick it up in order to enjoy her family."

The Empress Dowager now hates her affection for herself, and she will never have a good impression of Ah Ling.

Zhuang Zhao said indifferently: "The Empress Dowager Meng is worried, Du Nanniang, you can take Ah Ling and go." It's windy outside, so remember to put on extra clothes. ”

I don't seem to be worried at all.

Nor did they go with it.

It's really calm.

When Mama Zheng took Ah Ling away, Zhuang Zhao got up and said, "Let's go out for a walk." ”

Bai Cha and the others glanced at each other and pulled their legs to keep up.

Although it is already autumn, the Imperial Garden is still full of flowers.

Yao Huang Wei Zi abounds.

But Zhuang Zhao didn't have the heart to enjoy the flowers.

No matter how calm she pretended to be on her face, she still couldn't rest assured that Ah Ling was in her heart.

Her steps grew quicker.

Bypassing the cloister, he was just about to walk forward, when he collided with a person.

Zhuang Zhao almost didn't stand firm, but fortunately, the paper inkstone immediately helped her.

The other was not so lucky, she fell to the ground, and the beads on the flowing bun were shattered.

"You ......" Zhuang Zhao just wanted to ask her if she was okay, but was shocked by the half of her raised face.

Zhou Caiwei looked up at the clear and elegant woman in front of her, and pleaded: "The concubine has offended the mother." ”

"Do you know who I am?" The end of the conversation is gently hooked, and the moving voice makes people itch uncontrollably.

At a glance just now, I knew how favored this noble concubine was.

The face is delicate, and it must always be blessed.

Zhou Caiwei's eyes were slightly astringent, and she lowered her head and said: "Niangniang's elegance is peerless, just like the moon in the sky." The concubine has long admired the fame of the mother. ”

Really good at talking.

Zhuang Zhao smiled and asked Bai Cha to help her up, "Are you the Zhou family, or the Yang family?" ”

Zhou Caiwei stared at the little tip of her shoes exposed under the hem of her skirt, and said softly: "The concubine is Zhou." ”