Liangnan in the middle of summer can be so hot that all people's desires melt in the hot sun.

The atmosphere in Su Mansion was dull, and Su Zhi knelt in front of Su He and Su Miao, hanging his head, and there was a hollow hole in his crooked eyes.

"How did Your Majesty know that it was Zhi'er who caused Jin'er to get mad?" Su Miao opened his mouth with compassion, his voice was a little angry, "It must be the Su family who has an internal ghost." ”

"No, it won't. The only three of us know about it. Su He frowned, his bamboo-like eyes staring out the window.

"Now that the March period has arrived, Su Fu did not give His Majesty an answer, but let His Majesty personally find out the real culprit. The catastrophe of Su Fu is really dangerous. Su Miao was worried.

"Two brothers, this matter is all Su Zhi's fault. Now, I don't want my brother and Su Fu to be implicated, and my brothers will hand over my life to Your Majesty. I admit it. Su Zhi raised his head, his voice was desperate and awe-inspiring, his eyes were full of tears, and he stared at Su He quietly.

Su He remembered the letter that Han Miaoji had sent to him before, and his heart was barren.

In fact, as long as Chu Changting is willing to accept the favor obediently, as long as she can please the emperor, then all these things will be solved now.

"Come on, I'm going to write a letter to my mother."

The letter sent by Han Miaoxi to Su Mansion became another one after being robbed by Mei Makeup.

No one knew about it.

Chu Changting was soaked in rose water, and the water droplets hung on the delicate and smooth skin like white porcelain, shining in the moonlight.

She greedily enjoyed this last moment of slackness.

An hour later, Chu Changting wore only a thin shirt and rode to the Qiankun Hall in a sedan chair.

The palace road was long and deep, and Yan Er couldn't stop talking to Chu Changting to relieve her tension.

"Niangniang, the slave maid has already found out, Your Majesty will definitely review the fold in the Qiankun Hall tonight."

"Niangniang, you see that Your Majesty has spoiled so many little masters recently, with the appearance of Niangniang, Your Majesty will definitely love Niangniang."

"Mother's ......"

The outline of the Qiankun Hall gradually appeared in the thick night, and Chu Changting blinked, his heart clenched.

"Alright, Yan'er."

"Let Hongu go in by himself."

Chu Changting picked up the ginseng soup she had warmed in advance and walked into the main hall.

For some reason, there was no one in the Qiankun Hall tonight except Yi Lunhuan. The handsome but cold man sat in the center, bowing his head and carefully reviewing the recital. The candle flame hit his face, casting the reflection of the thick eyelashes on the white porcelain skin.

Chu Changting carried the soup and stood in the center of the main hall. The dome of the main hall is bright with starlight, through the double-layer translucent glazed stone slab on the top of the hall, the dazzling light spots are projected, projected on the colorful gems embedded in the glazed stone slab, and the colorful light gently pours on her body who is only wearing a thin shirt, so that she is like a glimpse of the sun in the deep sea and circulates thousands of colorful fish.

"It's such a trivial matter, just let someone do it."

Above the high hall, that person's voice was cold and distant, so that Chu Changting's hand carrying the soup couldn't help but tremble.

She knelt down, holding the soup in both hands and respectfully presenting it, and her thin shirt slipped quietly because of this movement, revealing snow-white fragrant shoulders.

Yi Lunhuan stopped his pen and looked up, and what caught his eye was a picturesque and beautiful woman, meekly kneeling in front of him, hanging her head, revealing her imaginative shoulders and splendid collarbones.

He walked down and took the soup, and his cold phoenix eyes slowly rolled up flames.

"After delivering the soup, let's go back." He spoke coldly.

Chu Changting raised his head and crashed into the deep phoenix eyes. She was stunned, her cheeks were crimson, her soft little hand gently pulled the thin shirt, and her entire upper body was exposed in front of Yi Lunhuan, and her skin as smooth as jade glowed with ambiguous warm light under the glazed light of the dome of the main hall. The delicate collarbones, the enchanting ravines, the round and jade, the cherry red and soft, are all in the eyes of men.

"The concubine doesn't want to go back." Chu Changting trembled and spoke.

Yi Lunhuan stared at her, his cold gaze as if examining a prey, quietly waiting for her next.

"Concubine, I want to serve the emperor." After exhausting all his strength, Chu Changting clenched his fists before he finally said this shameful but ambiguous sentence. The sound of the porcelain bowl breaking was crisp in his ears, and Chu Changting was frightened, and then found that the soup was splashed on his snow-white chest, smearing a large area of crimson.

She thought that Yi Lunhuan was angry, so she hurriedly leaned down to kowtow to ask for guilt, but she didn't think that she was scooped up, and the soup splashed on her body was sucked away by Yi Lunhuan, and the hot and humid touch came from the sensitive place, and her body stiffened like wood.

Until she was carried to bed by Yi Lunhuan, she still didn't react to what had just happened. The thin shirt had faded to her ankles, and her body was so honest that she fell into Yi Lunwan's eyes.

"Come on, I'll give you a chance."

Changting, you don't know how long I've been planning for this moment.

From now on, no one will be able to separate us.

That was the first time Chu Changting had heard Yi Lunhuan's gentle voice, delicate and low, gentle and affectionate, as if he was whispering his deep love to his undying lover. The hoarse and deep voice is full of forbearance and desire, and every word is seductive.

Chu Changting closed his eyes and used his body to cater to his gentleness.

"I only teach the first palace of the palace, the model of solemnity, the honor of the title, the merit of the praise of the real capital, and the tin is given to the light of the words. Su Jin, Pi Zhao Shuhui, Heng Huang has rules, bows and is cautious, has a peaceful temperament, Zang Jiacheng is sexual, and asks Shu in Xuan Palace; Bow cautiously, the name of the tree is in the pepper. With the canonization seal as the concubine. Erqi Mao is gentle and respectful, inherits the husband's life, is humble, and is prosperous. Greatly. ”

One night, like a big dream.

When Chu Changting returned to Yuanchen Palace, he felt that the sky had changed in the harem.

"This palace really thinks it's strange, why does Your Majesty want to give this palace such a high position?" Chu Changting sat on the main seat of Yuanchen Palace, looking at the mountains of jewels and silk, still in a trance.

"Then naturally Your Majesty likes Niangniang." Yan'er happily counted the congratulatory gifts and rewards sent by the palaces and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and her little face was red with excitement.

Seeing that Yan'er was very excited when she was in the silk satin, and thinking that this maid always likes to wear some little girl's delicate pink on weekdays, Chu Changting smiled slightly, saw the right time and beckoned Yan'er to come over with the silk in his hand, and then said softly: "Yan'er, I gave you this red and pink satin in your hand, and tomorrow I will let someone make a new set of clothes for you to wear." ”

Yan'er was flattered and widened her eyes, and hurriedly excused herself: "Niangniang! How can this work? This is a reward from His Majesty to the mother! ”

"Since entering the palace, you have suffered so much with the side of the palace, and this bit of satin should be regarded as a little caution of the palace. Besides, Hongu doesn't like pink, and he won't wear it if he keeps it, so it's a waste. Chu Changting smiled and pinched Yan'er's face, but suddenly a strange and familiar feeling came to her face, and a delicate figure flashed in her mind, she blinked, thinking that she was hallucinating.

Chu Changting was distracted for a moment, and suddenly felt very panicked in her heart, she turned her eyes away to look at Yan'er, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her heart hurt as if someone had ripped off a piece.

"Thank you, slave!" Seeing Yan'er's happy appearance, Chu Changting's heartache eased slightly, and his mood became brighter.

Suddenly remembering the way he pleaded for mercy on behalf of the Su family this morning, and thinking of his stern appearance towards him a few days ago, Chu Changting's expression darkened.

If I begged him to let me read a book, would he allow it......

But now that he has just been favored by him, he naturally can't ask too much, otherwise he will be proud of him as a pamper. This matter has to be considered in the long run, step by step to win his trust, and do it slowly.

In this house, the higher you stand, the more people you will covet, and the more you will want to frame yourself. What's more, he was not favored before, and there are still people who are aggressive and refuse to let him go. Now that he has been crowned a concubine, he is even more on the cusp, and there are people watching his every move all the time, wanting to pull him down from a high position.

If she wants to live safely in this harem, let the people around her live, and let her family live, she must be cautious, both to gain favor and to calculate.

"By the way, Niangniang, it's Concubine Zhang's fiftieth birthday soon, what kind of gift does Niangniang want to prepare?" Yan'er asked as she picked up her jewelry.

"I have heard that the concubine loves calligraphy and painting, and the palace has sent a letter to my brother, asking him to ask for a genuine painting of Master Wingtech." Chu Changting propped his chin and replied playing with a night pearl.

"Hasn't Master Wingtech been in seclusion for a long time? How can Lord Su ask for it? Yan'er asked in surprise.

"That's why such a gift is even more valuable." Chu Changting felt that Yan'er was really cute, his face was full of the vitality of a child, and his mood was clearer, "Mr. Wentai retired to Qingyi in the first year, and it was my brother who took care of it, so he was able to clean up for so many years. So my brother asked him for a calligraphy, and he would definitely help him. ”

The two were talking and laughing, Bing Fu came in from outside to salute, and she drew her eyebrows in a rare way today, making the bitter face of bitter melon look much stretched. Chu Changting had never seen Bingfu before, and after learning that she was the imperial doctor specially assigned by Yi Lunhuan, he looked at Bingfu curiously and asked, "This palace has never heard of a female imperial doctor in the harem before, presumably this Bingfu Lord must be a heroine among women!" ”

For some reason, after hearing Chu Changting's praise, a few suspicious traces of crimson appeared at the root of Bingfu's ears, and she replied respectfully: "Niang Niang praised it." Now let Weichen give the mother a pulse of peace. ”

"Thank you, sir." Chu Changting smiled, making Bing Fu's hand stiffen.

"Back to Niangniang, Niangniang's body is fine, but there is a bit of a lack of qi and blood. Weichen prescribes a prescription for Niangniang, and Niangniang can take it every day. ”

"Okay, thank you, sir." Chu Changting nodded in respect.

Seeing that Chu Changting looked like she trusted herself wholeheartedly, Bingfu felt weak for a while, she wanted to say something, but she wanted to say something, but she wanted to stop talking, so she had to leave Yuanchen Palace in a huff.

After a while, a bowl of boiled distraction was brought to the Yuanchen Palace. Chu Changting took it and drank it, pursed his lips after drinking, and said with a smile: "This Ice Floating Imperial Doctor is quite intimate, and he put some rock sugar in this medicine, which is sweet." ”

Yan'er also smiled when he heard this: "I didn't expect Lord Bingfu to be so delicate, but I can't see it from the outside." ”

"Yan'er, don't judge people by their appearance!" Chu Changting lowered his voice, and there was some pampering in the voice of reprimand.

The master and servant soon laughed together.