There is more than half a month, and the agreed few days are a luxury after all.

He Yan sat in front of Zhuo, her palm was a flower, and the green leaves lined it with delicate clothes.

Bare hands over the petals, gentle movements. The knuckles pull the petals off one by one, and the stamens fall to the ground. The windows were half-closed, and the breeze was blowing, and for a moment the fragrance of flowers filled the room.

She got up and walked to the bed, packing her bags. Xiu's eyebrows were high, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he went out of the room, taking away the fragrance of flowers in the room.

Only a few petals remained at the foot of the table, and all the green leaves were pulled down by her. The fragrance of the remnants of flowers and leaves is lost, leaving a mess in vain. She counted them and found only one answer, she should go to him.

For half a month, she often destroyed the flowers with her hands and ended the flowering period early, and she relied on a heart to think about it to get through this half month.

As if you don't see it, it's like every other three autumns, and this is true.

The first day he left, she missed him. He didn't know, but she wanted him to know.

The proximity of the two hearts, she already knows the taste, she is just a woman, and she hopes that someone will shelter her from the wind and rain. I didn't know it before, but after I had it, I never wanted to let go.

On the first day he left, she fell in love picking wildflowers along the roadside. Wildflowers say they are more fragrant than domestic flowers, which is nonsense. But it's true that wildflowers are stronger than houseflowers.

She was originally an appreciative of flowers, but she had to meet wild flowers, but the flowering period ended one by one a day.

The beginning of her picking flowers was just to entertain loneliness, no longer just blindly missing, but in the end it became an obsession.

Day by day, she counted the petals and carefully broke off the pieces with her hands. The petals that have been counted in his mouth are accompanied by the words "Go to him, don't go to him." In the end, she was defeated by the latter.

It had been like this for days, and Wildflower wouldn't let him go after all.

Today, she tugged at the green leaves that lined it, and that's why she had the former, "Go find him." ”

But she didn't know that the name of this flower was a double-petaled flower, but the leaves were singular. The flower means that no one can be left in vain, only two people in pairs. Just like the love between the two, it is built against the backdrop of the third person.

She went downstairs and handed over the last of the money, but was intercepted as soon as she went out.

"Childe, my master is invited." At first glance, it was a man, but his waist was a little bent, and his voice was a little charming, and when he heard it, he was a father-in-law.

After coming to this continent for so long, it was the first time she had heard the voice of a eunuch, how to describe it, it was really hard to see at a glance, and it was just ear-catching.

"Who is your master?"

He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "······"

No matter how low the voice was, He Yan was just beating the drum in her heart, and she had goosebumps all over her body, and her body was really uncomfortable listening to it.

She ignored the first half of the sentence and only listened to the second half, but after all, she was a person she knew.

He bent down and made a gesture of invitation, and she followed his direction, carefully avoiding the roof of the carriage and heading into it.

She forgot to ask him why she knew she was here, she just wanted to find the person she wanted to find the most through that man, and for a moment she was confused, so she could only follow the carriage.

There was a maid in the carriage, sixteen or seventeen, who was about her age. The maid just saluted her, and arranged everything for her in the carriage, as if she had been prepared in advance. She could only sigh in her heart at how attentive he was, and it was not bad that she was worried about him earlier.

"Childe." She called to her softly, handing over the small stove in her hand to warm her hands.

Now the weather is a little cloudy, and occasionally there are unforeseen storms and clouds, just waiting for God to appear.

She didn't think too much about it for a while, just thinking that where he was, there was Shen Jing. She held the small stove in her hand and rubbed it carefully, gradually feeling tired. His head rested to the side, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he closed his eyes.

The maid on the side took the pillow that had been prepared a long time ago, straightened her body, and then put down the pillow and a quilt to let her sleep more comfortably.

The space in the car was large enough that even a few more people would not be a problem, but they came secretly. They looked at each other and smiled, the task was not difficult, thanks to the man's cooperation.

Inside the carriage, the small stove smelled of the aroma, and the smoke curled up, blinding people's eyes.

He Yan seemed to have lost consciousness, but she felt that she was moving.

She was gently lifted into the tub, her original clothes long gone. Behind her, a palace maid washed her body, and the water was filled with red rose petals, and the heat was rising little by little. Her white porcelain face was dyed with the color of March, her eyebrows were stained with water droplets, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, with a bit of delicate and moving meaning, just waiting for someone to pick it up.

After cleansing, she was helped to the reclining chair, and her fair and translucent body was smeared with balm, just to leave a little more fragrance.

The name of this balm is Luxiang, and it only asks for the body fragrance on the woman's body to be fully exposed. The fragrance of women always makes people fall.

This balm is most popular with women, but it is mostly the ladies in the court, and it is also called the ointment. It's just because it's expensive, but it's quite effective.

The people of the harem only seek the favor of the emperor, and they all compete to buy this balm, just to jump to a high position and become more and more noble, so the noble ointment is well deserved.

They took the sherbet from the side and fed it to her mouth. Some of the sherbet flowed down the corners of her mouth, and for a moment there was a sweet and greasy taste in the room. One person gently wiped the corners of her mouth, her lips were rosy, quite bright.

She exudes a smell that belongs to her, like the fragrance of peach blossoms in March. They dressed her, and it was as thin as a veil, and it was all white to the eye. Wearing it on her, it is a little pure and charming.

They draped a large curtain behind her, covering her so firmly in an instant that she could not see anything, not even her slender neck. She was helped into a palanquin and was heading to a palace.

The palace maids and eunuchs beside the sedan chair were all happy, and their steps were much faster. They were in charge of serving the woman, and she must have climbed the high branches, and they were rewarded.

At the same time, a man dressed in black crossed over the eaves of the palace, and when he saw the sedan chair, he ignored it, turned and walked forward, disappearing into the moonlight.

In the sleeping hall of the Nian Xi Palace, the man had already taken off his outer clothes and slept on his inner clothes, but he was disturbed by his dreams.

He sensed someone coming from the bed, and he held his breath, quiet in the night.

Seeing that there was no movement, the visitor was about to step forward to check, but he was caught by the master, but he turned around and left his confinement.

"Leng Feng?" The man in black spoke softly, but the skills of the person in front of him were familiar, and he shouted without checking for a while.

"Hmm." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door from behind.

"You go to bed." He squeezed out such a sentence from his mouth, and he was a little resistant in his heart, everyone else is hiding a beauty in bed, what is the matter with him hiding a man?

The man in black obeyed him, there was nowhere to hide in this room, there was nothing to hold on to the beams, and he didn't want it under the bed.

He took off his shoes and threw them under the bed, hidden enough that this went to bed. I came to the inside of the big bed, covered the innermost quilt, and stayed quietly. He didn't want to cover the man's cover, the tip of his nose was full of man's smell, and it felt strange to think about it.

"Seventh prince, the emperor has something to announce you." The sound of the eunuch's enchantment smelled in the room, disturbing the tranquility of the room.

"Father-in-law, please lead the way."

He walked out of the room with the eunuch, and the eunuch's hand casually closed the door.

He just got on the sedan chair with his front feet, and a sedan chair came to his palace with his back feet Several people stopped, and several palace maids carried a woman from the sedan chair and went to the room.

The man in the bed got out of bed, went to the door, and opened a crack, and there seemed to be several figures coming here in the night. He had no choice but to go to the bed, and the door was pushed in just as he could.

With a creak, the door opened, footsteps sounded in small pieces, and his brain was buried in the quilt, running at a rapid pace. The man had already been called away, presumably to do something secretly.

He noticed footsteps getting closer and closer to him, and the smell of incense in the air, sweet to the heart. He held his breath, partly to avoid being noticed, and partly because he felt that the smell was inexplicable, and his nerves tensed all of a sudden.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, but he heard a sparse sound, and the quilt on the other bed seemed to be lifted, and a breeze hit him. After being put down again, his heart reached his throat, and he was afraid that they would lift the quilt inside.

He waited for a long time, but there was no movement, only the sound of pushing the door out. He probed out, opened his nose and mouth, sniffed in a few breaths, and closed it again.

He was not found, thanks to the fact that there were no candles in the house. The moonlight took the opportunity to shine in and shine on them, and he caught a glimpse of them leaving the room.

He held it for a long time, his body was wet with sweat, his throat was dry, and he wanted to get out of bed and pour water to drink. He had only sniffed a few breaths of air, mixed with the incense in the room, but he didn't feel it. Only then did the nose and mouth fully open, and the fragrance went to the nose one by one.

He got up and tried to get out of bed, but he was caught off guard by something. He withdrew his feet and waited for a long time, but there was no movement. He dared to go to his side, and slowly lifted the corner of the quilt, a few strands of black hair glowing.

In the darkness, he couldn't see his face, only vaguely saw that it was a woman.

They were sending a woman to his bed, and it was a bad luck for him to come tonight.

The woman in the dim snort was disturbed, and the temperature on her body rose sharply. If it is under the candlelight, it looks full of spring, but you can't peep a little bit in the night. He couldn't see it, he didn't pay any attention, got out of bed, went to the table, poured a glass of water from the kettle, and drank it again.

He thought that something good was about to happen to him tonight, so he might as well not bother him. Waiting for another chance next time, although the chance is slim, he can find it anyway, just tonight.

He nudged the door with his fingertips, glancing out. It's quiet, but there's no one.

Suddenly, a coquettish voice sounded in the room, which made people's bones tingle.