In the depths of the night, the candles in the inner hall of the Cihe Palace flickered, reflecting a lonely figure in the window lattice.

In front of the bronze mirror, a beautiful woman sits here.

With tall eyebrows, slightly resentful Danfeng eyes, a tall nose bridge, and angular lips slightly raised, he is a stunner with a national color and fragrance, but unfortunately, the complexion after removing the makeup is not ruddy, and the dry one looks more and more like a resentful woman in the deep palace.

"Drew, are the mourners old?"

Hearing the question, Andrew, who was combing the Queen Mother's hair, looked at the person in the glasses, and the movements of his subordinates continued, and said slowly: "Niangniang is not yet thirty this year, where is she old?" In the heart of the old slave, Niangniang is still a young and beautiful master. ”

The corners of the Queen Mother's mouth pulled up a bitter smile, and she said lightly: "The mourning family also knows that they are in abundance at this age, but you look at those ladies, although their appearance is not as good as that of the mourning family, but they are also full of red faces, so they say that Princess Naning, who is obviously several years older than the mourning family, has a face like a peach blossom and delicate skin, but the mourning family has no rouge and can't see people." ”

Speaking of this, the Queen Mother felt a burst of jealousy in her heart, saying that a woman's appearance is the most important, thinking that back then, she was also like a peach blossom, delicate and delicate, and what if she had this high authority, at night, she took off her makeup, and her heart was as pale as her face. In her mind, she couldn't help but think of that embarrassing picture again.

Princess Ning's enchanting figure bloomed like a begonia flower under the sturdy man.

Unexpectedly, King Ning was also in his thirties, but his body was so strong. When he wanted to sleep by himself, the emperor was in his twilight years, and he had to play tricks to serve him happily, when did he ever have such a favor?

Andrew is an old man from the palace, he naturally knows what the Queen Mother needs most at this age? Looking at the Queen Mother's melancholy eyes, he panicked in his heart, thinking, perhaps, what should be done.

"Niangniang, do you know why the flowers in the house are earlier than the flowers in the withered garden?"

"Is this 、、、、、 because there's plenty of sunlight in the courtyard?"

The Queen Mother probably guessed what Andrew was going to say, but she didn't expect him to say it so bluntly.

"Sunshine is secondary. In fact, flowers need bees to spread pollen, and only when male and female are combined, the flowers will bloom beautifully. This woman is the same as flowers, sunshine, rain and dew, bees, if there is no balance between yin and yang, it will lose its freshness and slowly wither. ”

Fluttering, the Queen Mother snorted, and scolded with slight anger: "You slave, you haven't experienced the relationship between men and women, where did you get so many crooked reasoning." Why, according to you, there is no man in this world! ”

Andrew was not panicked, put down the comb and began to rub his shoulders, and said humbly: "Hui Niangniang, the slave entered the palace at the age of ten, and it has been a full forty years now, and the affairs of those men and women in the palace can be said to be clear to bystanders." Moreover, this world is either impossible without men, or without women, heaven and earth, yin and yang intersect, day and night and moon, and cannot be out of balance. ”

Andrew kneaded it properly, the Queen Mother felt very comfortable, closed her phoenix eyes, maybe it was because of Andrew's words, the handsome and extraordinary face became clearer and clearer.

"Andrew, you are instigating the mourning family to commit the world's greatest sin!"

Suddenly, the Queen Mother whispered, as if she was muttering in her sleep, but Andrew knelt on his knees and choked slightly: "Niangniang, since that rainy night ten years ago, the life of the slave is Niangniang's. Nowadays, the world is all Niangniang's, and there are people who have the same heart as Niangniang, life is short, why should Niangniang wronged herself. ”

The Queen Mother opened her eyes slightly, glanced at Andrew, who was full of tears, and slowly closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

The night is more leaky, deep and heavy, and the sleepless tears are wet.