After experiencing many joys and sorrows, emotional ups and downs, the emperor's body was not as good as before. After the autumn, he was infected with two more wind chills, so the days of entering the harem were numbered.

One late autumn morning the fog had come up, and there was no sign of it dissipating until midnight. This made Duan Yulin, who was already depressed and irritable, even more depressed. The doctor said that his liver was stagnation, and he needed to keep his mood happy. Duan Yulin thought about it, so it would be better to listen to music and enjoy singing and dancing to relax!

Fang Da was about to go to the palace music bureau and the Man Dance Division to deliver the message, and happened to meet Haitang, who came to ask for peace. Begonia wore a peacock blue bullet ink flower silk pomegranate skirt, and walked with a food basket on her arm; Dai Mei cherry lips, a green peony silk flower on the top of her head waving in the wind has become her unique symbol.

A graceful woman as plump and graceful as Begonia, even the six pure Fangda couldn't help but look at it twice: "The slave asks the little master for peace." ”

"Father-in-law Fang is polite. Father-in-law, where are you going? Begonia smiled back and asked.

"The emperor is bored, and he wants to see singing and dancing to relieve his boredom, so the old slave is going to go to the Palace Music Bureau and the Man Dance Division." Fonda replied truthfully.

Haitang hasn't seen the emperor for a long time, and she wants to take this opportunity to get close. So, after thinking about it, he stopped and said, "My father-in-law doesn't have to go, just prepare a flute for me." ”

That's right! Why didn't he think of it! This little master of Begonia was born in a musician and can sing and dance, where do you need to summon those subordinates with her to accompany the king? Fang Da immediately smiled and stepped back to help Begonia prepare the musical instrument.

After the transmission, the begonia can enter the shrine to see the saint. As she passed through the outer hall, she suddenly felt as if two cold eyes were shooting at her. The feeling of being on her back made her uncomfortable, so she looked around and finally found a blue figure in the corner.

Bilang didn't dodge, and stood up generously and saluted: "Slave and maid see Tang Baolin!" ”

"Yikes! Bilang? Is it really you? They all said that you were transferred to the Imperial Palace, and at first I didn't believe it, but it turned out to be true! Begonia thought that it must be her delusion, how could Bilang look at her with such a cold gaze?

"The slave has been on an errand in front of the palace for several months, and Tang Baolin's news seems to be a little lagging behind!" Bilang covered her lips with a handkerchief and said with a smile.

"Well, what can be done? The emperor hasn't been to me for a while, and it's understandable that the news is closed! Haitang sighed a little resentfully, thinking that the emperor had no luck since she moved to Qiutang Palace a year later, she couldn't help but feel bitter.

Although the noble people of Qiutang Palace are very easy to get along with, I don't know if it is because of her bad luck that she has not been favored so far, so that Haitang will lose all the rain and dew as soon as she moves in! Thinking about this, Du Fangwei is really unlucky.

"Forget it, don't talk about these unhappy! Why don't you see the new orange accompanying the little lord today? Bilang was not happy to see Begonia's depressed face, and quickly changed the topic.

"You don't know the new orange yet! The child's heart is difficult to change, and he doesn't know where to run to play, so I simply went with her. "The maids who accompanied her today are waiting outside the temple.

"It's so good for the little lord to treat the new orange......" chatted with Begonia respectfully and affectionately, and he couldn't see any jealousy and dissatisfaction at all, so he could only say that Bilang covered it up very well.

After talking for a while, Bilang slapped his forehead suddenly: "Look at the slave maid, as soon as you are happy, you will pull the little master and talk endlessly, I don't have to make the emperor wait for a long time!" Little master, go in quickly, and just give me an order if you have something. ”

Begonia nodded and entered the house with some reluctance.

Begonias rushed into Duan Yulin's eyes like a touch of fresh color, and men who have been abstinent for many days will inevitably move for the beauty in front of them.

Duan Yulin beckoned to attract Begonia, and dragged the beauty into his arms. He pinched Begonia's blown-up face dotingly: "Why did the girl think about coming to see me today?" ”

"Whoever calls the emperor doesn't come to see the concubines, so the concubines have to come to ask for peace! The concubine brought the emperor's favorite dim sum, does the emperor want to taste it? Haitang reached out to take the food basket, but was stopped by Duan Yulin.

Duan Yulin gently bit Begonia's ear and laughed: "What kind of dim sum can be more delicious than you?" ”

Haitang blushed when he boarded, pushed the emperor, and reprimanded: "The emperor is so serious!" The concubines also thought about His Majesty's knots, and thought of playing a song of relief and relief to the emperor. Now that the emperor is in the mood to make fun of people, presumably the concubine's trip is also in vain! ”

"Not for nothing, not for nothing." After teasing enough begonias, Duan Yulin laughed, and his mood was obviously much better. Only then did he remember why none of the musicians and maiko who asked Fangda to invite came?

Seeing the emperor's thoughts, Haitang covered his mouth and said: "Your Majesty, don't wait, they won't come." It was the concubine who stopped the father-in-law and didn't tell him to go. Duan Yulin frowned and expressed puzzlement, and Haitang patiently explained: "Your Majesty wants to listen to the tune, isn't the concubine a ready-made musician?" If you want to see a dance, isn't the Bilang outside the door also a ready-made maiko? Why should the emperor go far and near? ”

"Look, I forgot about this stubble! Okay, good, begonia, you're just in time! The singing and dancing between you and Bilang is seamless! I probably haven't appreciated it in a long time. Duan Yulin called Bilang in.

The emperor has not allowed Bilang to enter the house to serve for a while, and today he suddenly called her in, and Bilang was a little flattered! She sniffed the smell of herself, and fortunately she deliberately applied the incense powder that the emperor liked, and it would not be rude to go in and serve for a while.

Before Bilang entered the house, Fangda handed her the prepared jade flute and asked her to bring it in for Begonia by the way. Bilang smiled and took it, but when she turned around, her smile turned into a sneer.

However, as soon as the jade curtain of the inner hall was opened, Bilang immediately changed into a respectful and obedient face.

"The slave and maid visited the emperor and Tang Baolin. This is what Father-in-law Fang asked the slave to hand over to the little master. Bilang offered the jade flute with both hands.

Begonia took the flute and touched it, the jade was warm and moist, and it was really a good flute! Then he smiled and took Bilang's hand and said, "Bilang, the emperor wants to watch singing and dancing." Why don't you dance for a while, and I'll accompany you, okay? ”

Bilang looked at the emperor with an embarrassed expression, only to see Duan Yulin nodding approvingly. Bilang was happy in her heart, didn't this play into her arms? Her Maiko Emperor knows it well, and she knows it even better, and since the emperor wants to see it, she dances to show it to him. Just took this opportunity to shorten the distance with the emperor, maybe the emperor was happy and allowed her to serve closely?

Bilang blessed his body: "That slave is better than obeying her fate." Borrow the little master's shawl for a use. Begonia generously threw the shawl of Emerald Xia to Bilang.

Bilang caught the shawl that was still floating in the air with a flexible twist, and the beautiful flute sound of the begonia on the other side also rose melodiously. The two who haven't seen each other for a long time still cooperate as before. At the end of the song, Duan Yulin was still unsatisfied.

"Good! All right! Dance again! Duan Yulin stroked his palms and praised, and the bursts of incense that he brought when he danced made him even more fascinated.

The aroma is really pleasant, and the taste seems to be a little familiar. Could it be that he smelled it when he was visiting one of the concubines? Duan Yulin couldn't think of it for a while, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and completely let himself indulge in the fragrance of the wonderful song.

Song after song, Bilang danced fragrantly and sweaty, and begonias also blew dry mouths.

If at the beginning, Duan Yulin was just tempted by beauty and aroma; So now, he is really on the verge of wanting to erupt.

Bilang, who stopped dancing, noticed the emperor's strange appearance, and Duan Yulin's eyes seemed to be about to erupt into flames when he looked at them! Bilang was taken aback, not knowing what to do now. Just when she was struggling, the emperor made a decision for her.

The shawl held by Bilang was dragged hard by the emperor, and the strength almost brought her down, and she staggered a few steps to stand firmly. I only heard the emperor's voice low and hoarse, as if trying to hide something: "You, go out." No one is allowed to come near the inner sanctum to disturb him. ”

The sudden order made Bilang inexplicable, and she had no choice but to retire.

After Bilang went out, the unknown Begonia thought that the emperor was unhappy. was about to open his mouth to plead: "Your Majesty, Bilang is ......" Before she finished speaking, the whole person was picked up and thrown on the dragon bed.

Haitang, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, was obviously a little stunned: "Your Majesty? This time she answered with a chest that was overwhelming like a mountain and a kiss that was as dense as a drizzle.

Duan Yulin doesn't know what's wrong with him? Lust * fire in the limbs and hundreds of remains, burning in the body unbearable! He violently tore off Begonia's dress, and impatiently bullied him, wanting to use her ice muscles and jade bones to relieve his heat.

Duan Yulin is like a wild horse galloping on the grassland; Begonias melt like fine snow and turn into spring water. The ambiguous interaction of the joy of fish and water plays a beautiful sound that is more ecstatic than any tune in the world......

Bilang, who was guarding the door, listened to the sound inside, and blushed with shame. The crisp sound of the cracked silk and the lingering moaning all stimulated Bilang's nerves!

Bilang tightly clutched the sweat-soaked shawl in her hand, and her heart was unsettled. Why?

Why can begonias blatantly enjoy the emperor's wanton favor; But she wants to stand at the door and whistle?

Why can Begonia be a "concubine" in the emperor's arms; But she can only call herself a "slave" with a servile face, and she doesn't dare to take a step beyond Lei Chi?

She's had enough! Where is she worse than Begonia? Begonia is the master, why can't she do it? Bilang could feel that the emperor didn't dislike her. On several occasions, the emperor hinted that she could stay in bed, but she followed the queen's instructions and pretended not to understand and avoided it.

What if she didn't refuse? What if she did as the emperor wished? Is it that now, like Begonia, she is respectfully called "little master" by the palace people, and enjoys the glory and wealth that ordinary people can't reach? More likely, it is also her who is now under the Son of Heaven!

Bilang bit her lip stubbornly, tears streaming down her face. She was afraid of declaring her resentment towards Begonia like this, so even if her lip flap was bitten and the smell of blood spread to her entire mouth, she refused to let go.

"Thorn-"

Another crack sounded, echoing through the empty hall. It's just that this time it's not the shyness of being torn open and covered, but the anger of tearing off the shackles!

The torn jade shawl lay alone in the center of the main hall, and a pair of embroidered shoes of Bilang ruthlessly and firmly stepped from it, towards the foggy and bright courtyard.