Inside the Jinci Palace.

A case of incense sandalwood stone, the ink paper inkstone is placed on the case, the bamboo slip Lei has become a hillock, and the tea fragrance in the cup is overflowing.

There was a woman sitting next to the desk, dressed in a dark red robe, the whole robe was embroidered with dark orchids with gold threads, and her hair was raised high with a hollow gold hairpin, gorgeous but not ostentatious, and the jade bracelet on her wrist made her even more luxurious. With three-dimensional facial features, it is not difficult to see that the woman was once also a beautiful woman in the city. The fine wrinkles on her face can't hide her beauty and dignity, and she is still charming when she is over half a hundred years old, which is amazing.

The woman is the current queen mother, the emperor's biological mother, Yang Ru.

"Come in." Yang Ru spoke. It's obviously a female voice, but it's lower and more majestic.

The door was opened, and a palace maid walked in, blessed herself, and said, "Queen Mother, Qin Cairen has arrived." ”

Yang Ru put down the bamboo slip in her hand, her serious face showed a long-lost smile, and her voice softened a lot: "Let Jing'er come in." ”

"No." The maid responded and withdrew from the house.

Outside the Jinci Palace, Qin Jing, who had been carefully dressed, was waiting. Qin Jing wore a lotus-colored light gauze skirt, tied into a big bow with soft smoke around her waist, her sideburns hanging low, and a butterfly-shaped hairpin with gold thread beads obliquely, which looked more lively than usual.

Before entering the palace, the mother repeatedly instructed that after entering the palace, she must find a time to say goodbye to the Queen Mother, and in the future, the Queen Mother will definitely take more care of herself in the palace.

"If you get the favor of the Queen Mother, it will not be a matter of time before you soar and ascend to the throne of the queen." The more Qin Jing thought about it, the happier she became.

"Qin Cairen, the Queen Mother let you in, please come with the slaves." The palace maid said.

Entering the palace, Qin Jing Yingying bowed: "The concubine asks the Queen Mother to say goodbye, and the Queen Mother is extremely happy." ”

"Hurry up." Yang Ru smiled: "Jing'er, come to the mourning family." Come, sit. ”

Qin Jing saluted again and sat down.

"When the mourning family saw you, you were still a little girl. I didn't expect that I hadn't seen it for many years, and the little girl back then was so marked. ”

"The Queen Mother praised it falsely, Jing'er looks ordinary, how can you say that she is so beautiful?" Qin Jing was secretly happy in her heart, but she said modestly.

Seeing that Qin Jing was so modest and polite, Yang Ru couldn't help but increase her good impression in her heart, and said, "Look at the mourning family, Jing'er is the most beautiful." Jing'er is now ...... Talented? ”

"Yes." Qin Jing thought happily in her heart, could it be that the Queen Mother wanted to promote her own rank?

Yang Ru picked up the teacup on the side, took a sip of tea, and said, "Chen'er inherited the throne at the age of sixteen, and it has been four years now. In this world, he has governed very well, and the mourning family is very satisfied. But Chen'er doesn't have any heirs, and when the mourning family is old, they are afraid that they won't be able to hold their grandchildren. Jing'er, in this harem, you are the favorite of the mourning family, the mourning family, I hope you can extend the heirs for the royal family. ”

"The Queen Mother......" Qin Jing said embarrassedly: "The emperor has never even come to Jing'er's Shuruo Pavilion, where does Jing'er dare to hope to give birth to an heir for the emperor." ”

Hearing his words, Yang Ru sighed and said: "Alas, Chen'er is like this, and the mourning family has persuaded him several times, but he still doesn't spoil the harem concubines......"

"Don't worry, the emperor will understand your hard work."

"Hopefully ......"

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"Congratulations to the snow talents, the snow talents are happy." A eunuch walked into Yunyi Pavilion with a smile.

Xue Wanqing didn't know why, and asked, "Grandpa Gao, what's wrong?" ”

"The emperor turned over the brand of Xuecai today." Father-in-law Gao took a step forward, lowered his voice and said: "The emperor has never favored any concubines, don't forget our family." ”

Like five thunderbolts, Xue Wanqing staggered a few steps and almost fell backwards. Qiaoyun's eyes were quick and he helped her: "Miss! ”

There are mixed feelings in his heart, did he arouse his interest that day, or did he want to kill his mouth? No matter what it is, Xue Wanqing thinks it is unfortunate, falling into the hands of a tyrant, where can she live!

Xue Wanqing subconsciously wanted to refuse: "I ......"

"There is a father-in-law who takes care of the Buddha, a little bit of heart, and I hope that the father-in-law will not be disgusted. In the future, we will have to rely on my father-in-law to raise our talents. Qiao Lan saw that Xue Wanqing's expression was wrong, for fear that she would say something wrong, so she hurriedly stuffed a bracelet to Gao Gonggong, interrupting Xue Wanqing's words that she was about to speak.

"They are all people in the palace, and they should take care of each other." Gao Gonggong happily put away the bracelet and said: "That Xuecai is so prepared, there will be a step to pick up Xuecai in a while, and our family will go back to restore our lives first." ”

"There is Lao Gao's father-in-law." Qiao Lan Road.

"Qiaolan, I don't want to go ......"

Qiao Lan comforted: "Talented, if you don't go, it will be disrespectful, and with the emperor's character, I am afraid that I will worry about my life." It's okay, I believe the slave, the emperor may really like you. ”

Xue Wanqing groaned. "Okay. I'll go. "In order to protect yourself and the people around you.

"Let the slave and maid groom the talent......"

The soft long hair was coiled into a bun, a few strands of broken hair fell, the red lips kissed the peach blossoms, a little powder, the eyebrows were like willow bends, the eyes were like autumn water, and the snow at this time was clear and moving. The pure white thin shirt is covered with a translucent gauze coat, and the skirt is dragged to the ground, and the Yiren figure is graceful.

has come to Qianning Palace. Xue Wanqing sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at the door in front of her, afraid that it would open in the next second, and that familiar and unfamiliar face would appear.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and Long Yichen walked in. He was dressed in a black brocade robe again.

Xue Wanqing couldn't help but think of the encounter she met him in the peach forest that day. I don't know if his injuries are healed.

Get up, get down on your knees, and place your porcelain forehead on your folded hands; "Concubine...... Yunyi Pavilion talent Xue Clan, Xie ...... Emperor Ann. ”

"Flat." Long Yichen looked at her, and after she got up, he said, "Is there any food?"

A seemingly concerned word made Xue Wanqing suddenly at a loss, and only then replied, "It's used." ”

Long Yichen looked at Xue Wanqing, she was extremely beautiful and attractive today, which made him lose his mind for a moment.

"Damn it!" Long Yichen secretly scolded in his heart, how could he be tempted by this woman.

"Concubine Ai is so beautiful today." Long Yichen said, his tone was never softer, but his eyes were as indifferent as ever.

Her heart fluttered involuntarily, and Xue Wanqing unconsciously let go of her guard and fear of Long Yichen, as if what she was looking for was not the tyrant in everyone's mouth, but a gentle and elegant son, her beloved lover.

Xue Wanqing said softly: "The ...... Emperor"

Before he finished speaking, Long Yichen reached out and hugged Xue Wanqing into his arms, leaned over and kissed her cherry lips. Gently untie Xue Wanqing's belt, the clothes gradually fell off, and Long Yichen caressed the white skin.

Xue Wanqing subconsciously struggled slightly, and Long Yichen kissed harder and hugged tighter, like a punishment for Xue Wanqing's disobedience.

Xue Wanqing refused, but for some reason, her body was powerless to struggle, and she gradually sank into Long Yichen's domineering kiss.

The curtain slowly fell, the phoenix fell upside down, and the candle shadow swayed.