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That night, the sisters snuggled up to a bed, whispering and talking about everything.

Whether they are sincere or not, they desperately need each other now.

Interests make them close companions.

People are in good spirits at happy events, Qinghe is only in his early twenties, eats and drinks well every day, and his body recovers quickly.

In just a few days, her complexion was much better, and although she was still as thin, her hair, eyes, and skin were already shiny.

Ji Lian secretly taught her the so-called secret art of the boudoir, which made her spring heart ripple and add to the charm.

So, Ji Lian asked people to prepare a table of good dishes and sent someone to invite the emperor to come over for dinner, saying that it was to celebrate her great improvement in health.

She has been bedridden for several months, and it is rare for her to get out of bed and walk, how can Qiu Yexian not give her face?

After finishing a day's state affairs in the imperial study, he sat down and walked to Xianxia Palace.

Although there is never a shortage of fresh and charming beauties around him, the moment he saw Xianxia Palace, he still felt that Ji Lian was the woman closest to his heart.

It's just that he no longer wants to see Ji Lian's sad, melancholy, and haggard appearance.

He only wants to see the charming side of women, not the ugly side of women.

He has worked so hard to get to this point in order to enjoy all the glory and beauty of the world, not to suffer.

I haven't seen her for a while, but Ji Lian has regained her beauty?

He stepped down, let everyone leave, and stepped into the Xianxia Palace alone.

"The concubine greets His Majesty, long live Long live Long live—" Suddenly, a delicate, timid voice came into his ears.

Because he has a good reputation for "loving the people", the people in the palace rarely speak to him in such a timid tone now.

He couldn't help but follow the prestige, and saw a little woman kneeling behind a thin and flowing gauze curtain, holding a large bouquet of osmanthus flowers in her arms, looking at him timidly like a newborn white rabbit, obviously very nervous, but full of uncontrollable joy.

He hadn't seen this type of little beauty for a long time, and his heart was fluttering, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Are you sick?" If you're not in good health, don't kneel, get up quickly! ”

He walked over, lifted the light veil of mist, and picked up the little beauty hidden in the mist.

The little beauty has the scent of his favorite osmanthus on her body.

Also, it's so light!

Most of the beauties are light, but only the little beauty in her arms is truly as light as a feather.

And the body is very soft, as if there are no bones.

The little beauty raised her head gently, her palm-slap-sized, thin, fresh and refined face was not stunning, but it was very clean, and she was very shy, her face was very red, her body trembled slightly, her eyes glanced around, she was obviously very happy, but she didn't dare to look at him at all.

When Qiu Yexian first ascended the throne, he could often see such an expression, but in the past two years, he has rarely seen it.

Because, the women in the palace and the women sent to the palace have already become sperm, no matter how blushing and shy they are, most of them are acted.

This is the one in front of you, but it is not.

The more men who appreciate the famous flowers, the more they like this simple and youthful feeling.

He looked this little beauty up and down, and vaguely felt that the little beauty was a little familiar, but he didn't have any impression.

"The ministers and concubines are not in good health, cough, cough cough cough ......" The little beauty said softly, her face flushed as if she was about to drip blood, "But when I see the emperor, my body is fine......"

Qiu Yexian was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Okay, then you can just watch me and see that your body is healed." ”

The little beauty is still timid: "The ministers and concubines dare not look at it, they are afraid that they will not be able to enter the eyes of the emperor......"

"Well, how so? If I let you see it, I will let you watch it, and I will let you watch it. Qiu Yexian said while looking in his mind, who is this little beauty?

"Is the emperor coming?" Ji Lian's voice came from inside the room.

Then Ji Lian came quickly, and when she saw the joy flashing on her face after the autumn night, she immediately curtsied: "Lian'er has seen the emperor!" ”

Then she looked at Qinghe: "Qinghe, welcome the emperor into the house, don't pestle at the door." ”

Green lotus? Qiu Yexian realized, no wonder he felt that the little beauty in his arms was so familiar, it turned out to be the girl named Qinghe!

He finally remembered the first woman he had favored since he ascended the throne.

He had the impression that he had slept with her a few times, and then he had left her to fend for herself.

I didn't expect her to be alive.

He didn't remember what she looked like back then, only that she was timid, young and shy, and not so thin.

Lost weight because of being left out in the cold, right?

He looked at Qinghe's thin but charming body, and a trace of pity arose in his heart.

Such a woman, who has no power, no power, no background, and does not cause trouble, should be treated better.

Because of this mentality, he cared a little more about Qinghe and smiled that night, and rewarded Qinghe with a lot of good things.

Then, he took advantage of the situation to live in Xianxia Palace.

It is the bed of the green lotus attendant.

After that, he often spent the night in Xianxia Palace.

It's just that he has never paid attention, Qinghe has never taken a step out of Xianxia Palace, except for the people in Xianxia Palace, no one knows that Concubine He lives in Xianxia Palace for a long time.

And Concubine He has been in the palace for four and a half years, and it has been nearly four and a half years since she fell out of favor, who will remember her and care about her?

Therefore, no one else noticed that Concubine He had been living in Xianxia Palace and often suffered the emperor's rain and dew.

Outside the palace, Qiu Yexian's half-brother, Qiu Guhan, often sends things to a woman.

This woman who was annoyed to death by him sending things was, of course, Feng Jinghua.

"Miss," Hu Er walked into the room again, and said to Feng Jinghua, "Lord Han sent eighteen boxes of moon cakes, saying that they were special products sent from the south, and the pie filling and taste were very different from those in Jiangnan, and said that you must try them yourself, there is always something ......you like."

Feng Jinghua stroked his forehead: "No need, let someone send it back immediately, if he doesn't accept it, put the things at the door of the palace." ”

During this time, Qiu Guhan sent her things almost every day, from shampoo and beauty cream to candy and biscuits.

Of course, she didn't want to accept it, but if she didn't accept it, the person who sent the things would really sit at the gate of Fengfu all the time, no matter how windy or rainy, day or night, she couldn't beat it away.

She was so annoyed that she had to ask someone to take it first, planning to return it all at once after accumulating enough.

Today's delivery is actually moon cakes.

Are you worried that her Feng family can't afford to eat delicious mooncakes?

"Miss, the young master has already opened all the mooncake boxes and tasted everything...... Hu Er said carefully, "I'm afraid it's not good to send it back." ”

Feng Jinghua: "......"

Then she gritted her teeth: "You calculate the quantity and price of those moon cakes, and then pick the moon cakes made by the Feng family and send them over, you must not be in debt." ”

Hu Er replied "yes" and prepared to retreat.

"Wait." Feng Jinghua remembered something, "Where are all the things he sent?" ”

She didn't care what he sent.

Every time, she asked people to put things in one place, and they didn't bother to look at them.

Hu Er said: "The subordinates are afraid that the things that the Han prince gave to the young lady will be damaged, so they put all the things in the side room in the young lady's courtyard." ”

"In the side room?" Hearing this, Feng Jinghua immediately got up, walked out of the room, and walked into the side room.

The moment she opened the door, she nearly fainted.

- A room full of stuff!

When did he send so many things?

Do you use her house as a warehouse?

Doesn't he have a place to put things in his house?

With so many things, how is she going to clean up?