It was night, the bright moon hung high, and the silver glow sprinkled all over the vermilion wall and green tiles.

The emperor and queen got married, and the Fenghe Palace was lit up, and the big red Xi character was pasted all over the palace. The lights are shining, reflecting with the bright moonlight, sprinkling the silver lights and shadows all over the house. On the night of the candles in the cave room, the red candles are burning, and on the carved sandalwood window paper, a pair of people are reflected like silhouettes holding and drinking wine, meaning that the soul is united, and the soul is united after a hundred years, and the life is never separated.

"Tonight's cave room is what I made up for before." Yi Lunhuan gently stroked Chu Changting's cheeks, which were slightly flushed from drinking.

A year ago, there was no greeting ceremony, no canonization ceremony, and a sedan chair carried her into the palace. Countless cold and lonely nights in the Yuanchen Palace, countless bleak nights in the cold palace, she leaned on the cold palace wall, forgot her surname, forgot the past, the moonlight in the sky sprinkled into a courtyard, she silently looked at her shadows, nowhere to show melancholy.

A year later, eight sedan chairs, ten miles of red makeup, the grand ceremony after the sealing, and all the people worshipped. She walked from the Taihe Hall to the Sun and Moon Hall beautifully, stepped on the ninety-nine steps of the Sun and Moon Hall beautifully, and was congratulated by the world on an auspicious thousand years old.

Chu Changting blinked in a trance, although the wine she chose was all fruit wine with little strength, she still felt that she was drunk. Drunkenness spread to the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, her brain gradually became empty and chaotic, took off the phoenix crown, wiped off the rouge on her face, she smiled at Yi Lunhuan, and the corners of her apricot eyes were lifted upwards like a fox, giving birth to a thousand charms, which made people look away.

He has seen the dignified and gentle Chu Changting, the dashing Chu Changting, the Chu Changting of the ghost horse elves, the Chu Changting with high catkins, the shy and lovely Chu Changting, the Chu Changting with pinned bones, and the hysterical Chu Changting.

But he had never seen such a smoky and charming Chu Changting.

Her face was flushed, she tore off half of her wedding dress to reveal her snow-white shoulders, squinted and smiled gracefully, her slender arms hooked Yi Lunhuan's neck invitedly, revealing her shiny teeth, and her red lips were brightly hooked, as if she was seducing another lip.

Yi Lunhuan hugged her, Xu was a little anxious for a while, and Chu Changting whispered dissatisfiedly, and the exposed half of his arm reflected the red seals, just like the red plum that was gloomy in the snow, Yi Lunhuan was in a trance, as if there was a dark fragrance floating in the red Luo warm tent.

"If I knew you were so drunk, I should have fed you some every night." The man's deep murmur was chewed by the night wind, and he gasped hoarsely.

The candle was gently extinguished at some point, Fenghe Palace dimmed, and in the cloudless night sky of early autumn, the stars flashed silently. Everything was silent and silent, and the sandalwood bed made a rustling sound, mixed with some intermittent gasps, and it did not stop in the middle of the night.

Yi Lunhuan got up early the next day to go to the court, and Chu Changting lay down for two days before getting up.

After Yi Lunhuan went down to the court, he returned to the Qiankun Hall to make folds. Kang Jiuhe stood aside lightly holding a piece of dark yellow letter paper, and carefully whispered: "Your Majesty, the one in the prison wrote a letter to you today. He also asked the servant to convey a word to you, saying that he heard the salute yesterday and knew that His Majesty had finally married the queen, and he was overjoyed, so he wrote a congratulatory message, hoping that it would not be too late to send it today. ”

Yi Lunhuan glanced lightly at the dark yellow letter paper with some blood stains, and his Adam's apple moved, and he reached out to take the letter.

After reading it quickly, it was nothing more than some clichéd congratulatory messages, congratulating on the 100th anniversary of good harmony. After reading it, he pinched the letter and thought about it for a long time, and finally folded the letter carefully in half and put it away carefully.

Kang Jiuhe's face moved slightly. He always felt that Yi Lunhuan was different from before.

He also didn't know exactly when it started, and why it happened.

"Is he alright? What did you suffer? After a long time, Yi Lunhuan suddenly spoke, and Yi Lunhuan, who was so frightened that he dozed off, trembled, and thought for a long time before he understood who Yi Lunhuan was asking, so he hurriedly replied: "Your Majesty, he said that if Your Majesty asks, he will answer him that everything is fine." ”

The more Kang Jiuhe talked, the more weak he became, and he was heard by Yi Lunhuan. Yi Lun Wan glanced at it coldly and said sharply, "I'm asking about your eyes and your mouth." ”

Kang Jiuhe hurriedly knelt down with a thud: "Back to Your Majesty, that one who has suffered a lot, and the jailers in the prison have nothing to do, so they make fun of him, change the way to torture him, and keep him breathing." Some even ...... him because he was good-looking."

With a loud bang, Yi Lunhuan lifted all the folds on the table to the ground, but he still felt angry and threw the lampstand on the ground again. Kang Jiuhe waited for His Majesty's anger in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"One is that the servant did not let him say it, for fear that he would disturb His Majesty's state of mind as a criminal minister; The second is that the old slave really doesn't often go to the prison on weekdays, but this time it was General Ye Zhao who happened to go to the prison to act, and bumped into the jailer who was doing something unbearable to him, so he went to tell the criminal department Shangshu, and it happened that the slave went to check the amnesty situation of the criminal department at the behest of His Majesty, and only then did he know about it. The slave dared to go to the prison to take a look, thinking that the situation was true and told His Majesty, but he didn't think that the old slave was very happy to see it, and he was still talking about something, but he didn't expect that he really had the opportunity to congratulate His Majesty on his wedding...... But he said to the servant that he must not tell His Majesty about it......"

Yi Lunhuan's face became more and more gloomy, he felt that his throat was salty, and his entire chest cavity itched as if it had been swept by a cat's tail, and he tried his best to suppress his urge to cough up blood, and his neck was red. Seeing this, Kang Jiuhe hurriedly got up and ran to Yi Lunhuan's side to pour a cup of throat-moistening mountain gardenia tea that had been prepared in the Qiankun Palace, Yi Lunhuan took it with shaking hands, raised his head and drank it all, barely suppressing the blood surging in his throat.

"Tell the criminal department Shangshu that he is not in charge of his subordinates effectively, and he has cut half a year's salary; The warden was not in charge of the prison, and he was cut off from his position, and he received a rod and was sentenced to thirty sentences; Those who do not act effectively will be put to death with the rod. Yi Lunhuan covered his mouth, his body trembling slightly.

Kang Jiuhe responded while helping Yi Lunhuan pour tea, and then hurried to run errands.