The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, the birds return to their nests, a gust of autumn wind blows, and the palm-like leaves of a sycamore tree in the palace fall down, spreading the withered yellow of the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The crickets cries one after another inside and outside the temple.

The nuns of Ganye Temple hid in pairs in the nunnery and blew out the lights early.

A lamp in a nunnery was like a bean, stubbornly and sadly burning until late at night.

Under the light, a female nun, with a wide forehead, square yi, moth eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down her pretty face, and the dark night sky and cold moonlight induced her to cry.

She is Wu Mei, the talent of the late Emperor Taizong. She entered the palace at the age of fourteen.

I remember that my mother Yang and a female family member stood on the steps in front of the mansion and watched her walk into the carriage into the palace.

Yang still burst into tears, and the women on the left and right couldn't stop whispering comfort, but obviously couldn't stop her sentimentality and sorrow. As she was about to step into the chariot, she suddenly turned around, bowed deeply to her mother, and said:

"Isn't it a blessing to see the Son of Heaven, why weep like a child?"

Fourteen-year-old Qiu couldn't understand why she had a strong desire to see the Son of Heaven and become a Heavenly Woman at that time.

Mei Niang remembered that the Son of Heaven was a day when the spring rain first rested.

In the morning, she was awakened by the fragrance of plum blossoms, but when she opened her eyes, she didn't know where the plum fragrance came from.

The fourteen-year-old girl was superstitious about all good signs, and she sat quietly on the couch in a moist mood, expecting something in a trance, and when the twilight came, what she was expecting came.

The eunuchs carried a red lacquer bathtub and stayed in front of the door, and there were people behind them carrying a bucket of hot water, and there were palace maids holding a few herbs with red vessels, and the group of people stood in front of the window of the martial arts people and looked inside.

"The gifted man is bathed."

At this moment, Mei Niang's cheeks flew red, but tears burst out of her eyes. She pressed her fingers tightly to her lips, as if to prevent the response from turning into another cry of joy.

Bathed in vanilla water, Mei Niang vaguely remembered her mother's Yang's chatter about her daughter Chengfeng, and her mother said:

"When you enter the palace gate, don't think about me, don't think about anyone, you have to think about the emperor every day, and the emperor will see your loyal heart."

Mei Niang thought that the emperor might have seen her loyalty to him.

Bathing, changing clothes, and putting on makeup, these ordinary things are now handled by the old eunuchs, who trivially and tirelessly tell Mei Niang how to face the night of the dragon's bed.

Mei Niang promised in a trance, but she didn't remember what they said. She only remembered that the moonlight was clear at two o'clock in the first month, and the imperial city at night reflected a dark blue shimmer.

She was like a lamb carried into the Jiaxian Gate by the eunuch Wei Shun'an, and followed the four red silk lanterns towards the Ganlu Palace, she remembered that the halo of the red silk lanterns was small and round, and they just gathered the vague and ardent dreams of a little palace maid.

That night, the wind suddenly blew her white skirt, and it was the night breeze filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms, which made the fourteen-year-old Mei Niang's heart beat non-stop, and she was in a trance floating in a dream.

Mei Niang remembered Emperor Taizong's appearance as the Son of Heaven, a slightly chubby middle-aged man with a beard, a long black and yellow face that was a little puffy, sharp and bright eyes like an eagle, his temples were already gray, and he always had a yellow ribbon tied strangely on his forehead.

Mei Niang remembered that the aura emanating from the body of the Son of Heaven was transcendent and plain, but the Son of Heaven's hand was huge and heavy, and it slid and scribbled across her white and smooth skin......

His hands are like an iron plough that plows his whole body up and down.

Mei Niang felt that her body was like dirt, from the original hard to soft, as if it would crumble into mud if she pinched it gently.

Mei Niang's eyes were blurred, her cheeks were crimson, and her body was writhing back and forth like a snake, sending out bursts of pleasure and confusion.

But no matter how she twisted, she couldn't escape the thick and powerful hands.

Which hand slides harder and faster, from your ears, face, neck, chest, lower abdomen, all the way down......

When the Son of Heaven's hand finally rested on her mystery, she could no longer control her screams......

Her fierce writhing and screaming seemed to irritate the Son of Heaven, and he rolled over and leaped to his feet, crushing her like a mountain, and she had not yet had time to savor the mysterious pleasure.

The Son of Heaven used his divine nakedness to cut her to pieces.

After a tearing pain in her lower body, all that remained in Mei Niang's memory was the satisfied and tired face of the Son of Heaven lying on the dragon couch afterwards, as bright red as a rose petal on the sheets.

Emperor Taizong's harem is a large garden of purple and red, and although Taizong released thousands of palace maids at the beginning of his reign, this garden does not seem deserted at all.

In addition to the thousands of ordinary palace maids, the emperor also had four concubines, nine concubines, nine jieyu, nine beauties, nine talents, twenty-seven baolin, twenty-seven royal maids and twenty-seven maids.

These eight-level one hundred and twenty-one people together form the emperor's concubine group, and she is only a five-grade talent, and her duty is to "take charge of the banquet, arrange the silk, and dedicate the New Year's merits" can't arouse too many memories of Emperor Taizong at all.

After that fortunate visit, she was as if she had never appeared in Taizong's life.

In this large garden with beautiful women and fragrant powder, the young Wu Cao grew lonely like a tree that was randomly planted in a corner of the Yeting Palace.

In one sleepless night after another, I looked forward to or fantasized that the emperor could be fortunate to him again, but the emperor didn't give him a chance last time, her heart slowly became cold, like the cold ice of winter, and it was only when she saw the crown prince Li Zhi that her frozen heart began to melt slowly.

In February of the twenty-first year of Zhenguan, Li Shimin suffered from a stroke again, his health was deteriorating, and his physique was already very weak, so he could only look at the court for three days.

At the same time, he began to consume a large amount of the so-called "elixir of longevity" refined for him by the Jianghu Fangshi.

Obviously, Taizong Li Shimin at this moment is no different from all the old and faint emperors in history.

During Li Shimin's illness, the crown prince Li Zhi never left day and night.

Taizong couldn't bear to see that the prince was always running between the East Palace and the Chengqing Palace, so he finally had to order someone to place a separate courtyard on the side of the dormitory, which was specially designed for the prince to rest and live.

Since then, in addition to returning to the East Palace every ten days, the crown prince Li Zhi has spent most of his time with his sick father.

In the past few years of Li Shimin's illness, Wu Mei was responsible for the living and sleeping of the Son of Heaven.

The strong smell of decoction wafting in the Chengqing Hall all day long made her feel extremely depressed, and a sense of frustration that would never come out permeated her body.

Countless lonely nights, when the moonlight like water quietly sprinkled on her body through the window lattice, Wu Mei saw that her skin still exuded a beautiful and charming light like clotted cream.

But who will appreciate this charming light in this deep palace?

Is he like this, day after day, in this deep palace, to become a white-headed palace maid?

At this time, Wu Mei had no answer in her heart, after all, she was just a talented person, and she was far from having the ability to control her own fate.

The arrival of the crown prince immediately surprised Wu Mei.

Whenever he saw the prince's more mature and steady face after several years of political experience, his heart rushed like a deer that suddenly woke up.

The time spent staying by the bedside of the Son of Heaven was boring and trivial, and Li Zhi also felt bored and bored as the days went by.

But he did not dare to accept his father's suggestion to let him go out of the palace to play, because it would damage his reputation of benevolence and filial piety, and it would also be contrary to the Gangchang Etiquette he flaunted.

Although Li Zhi has always been strong in spirit, considerate and caring for his sick father, the bright spring light outside the Taiji Palace still stirs his heart from time to time, making him a little trance-like and unrelenting.

Every time he took care of his dying father by his father's bedside, he could always meet Wu Mei's bold and hot gaze, which was full of entanglement and teasing.

Once he took the medicine bowl handed over by Wu Mei, and inadvertently touched her fingers, which fingers were warm, as smooth and moist as the jade wrench fingers in his hand.

The prince's heart beat wildly, but it was Wu Mei's fiery eyes, he was reluctant to leave which jade hand, and the two stood like this for a long time, only when they heard a violent cough from the Son of Heaven, the prince took the medicine bowl and gave it to his father to drink.

He read all the connotations from Wu Mei's fiery eyes.

Although he knew that this was his father's talent, he still couldn't help but think about the blazing eyes.

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