"Well, Your Majesty has been busy with official business recently, and the queen is old and decrepit, and Concubine Liang is a cold personality although she has a sacred heart, where is Your Majesty willing to touch the cold nose and gray, none of them are afraid."

"Second prince, then you look at it, don't let him play in the mountains and rivers again, and don't do his job."

Speaking of Zhao Zhiran, Lan Jian was upset and worried, although the emperor loved him the most, but if he continued to indulge him freely, how long could the emperor's favor last?

Not to mention that the power on the queen's side is terrifying, even the mediocre third prince Zhao Yuyi has recently made some moves.

I'm afraid that Zhiran will no longer be interested in politics, even if she has the heart to support her, it will be difficult to take on the big responsibility.

Cai Qing, as Lan Key's most intimate palace maid, naturally understands her worries.

Before she knew it, she had unloaded her head full of pearls, and then dipped it in water with a cotton cloth, and the fine dew drops cracked on Lan Key's delicate and flower-like face.

After a while, the little pink faded away, like a blurred glow, and gradually dissipated.

Lan Key's face is the most gentle, but there is also a delicate arrogance in the laughter, and when he speaks softly, he is more cordial, and when he is angry, he is not weak in stern at all.

This is what attracts Zhao Qian the most about her, just ask a good-looking person, who gives you a hand-made soup when you are tired, and who is always new when playing with you, who can resist such a woman?

"Master, Concubine Liang, are you still watching?"

Cai Qing mentioned Concubine Liang, which reminded Lan Jian of the concubine who had disappeared from the mouths of the harem for a long time.

It was a very special woman.

is extremely indifferent and never competes for favor, but it makes the harem afraid of the concubines who are not favored or not.

Concubine Liang's position is under Lan Key, the reason is not that she is not favored, but because she is too favored by Zhao Qianmo.

Since the defeat of Shui Jingguo the year before last, in order to recover the loss, he actually gave his favorite princess Shui Huanliang ten miles of red makeup, countless brocade horses, and personally gave it to Zhao Xiguo.

The monarch of Shuijing Kingdom personally wrote a letter to bring to Zhao Qianmo, which was full of flattery, and did not take into account the princess's feelings in the words.

This water phantom is recognized as a cold fairy between the four countries, usually loves ink paintings, and does not like to communicate with people, and is sent to a strange place in a plain way, or in that humiliating way.

I don't obey it.

The people in Zhao Xiguo's harem thought that she would be disposed of by the emperor at that time, but who knew that it was unexpected.

Zhao Qian not only disposed of her, but also broke several rules since the founding of the country.

As an emperor, the Nine Dragons Supreme actually agreed to Shui Huanliang's unreasonable request, and has not let her sleep yet.

This move made the entire Zhao Xi Kingdom collectively agitated, and the ministers jointly wrote a letter, asking His Majesty to take the rules of the ancestors first, and not to be confused by the red face and trouble.

Even the people were talking about it, and they were all afraid that Zhao Qianmo would do something for the demon girl.

Fortunately, in the end, Shui Huanliang wrote a promise that he would never participate in court politics in his lifetime, and his children would not be the prince.

Only then did the whole country calm down, and after realizing it, I was ashamed, and I was so embarrassed by a woman, so I begged His Majesty to seal the water and make it a concubine.

Under the drama, their affection for this cold fairy skyrocketed, and they were all praised for a while.

This also made Zhao Qianmo even more fond of Shui Huanliang, even if he hit the wall again and again, he was indomitable, and his interest became more and more high.

Today, it was said to the outside that there was no summoning to sleep, but Zhao Qianmo secretly went to the Jingliang Hall alone.

It was the closest palace to Zhao Qianmo's residence.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Qianmo's heart began to panic, he stood in front of the jasper-like building, but he refused to step in.

The Pure Cool Hall is the most unique place in the palace and is said to have been built with special materials from outside the territory.

The whole body is white in color, and it also emits a dim weak light at night, and it will emit bursts of coldness in summer, making the whole hall extremely cool.

And in winter, yes releases heat like a warm jade, and the temperature just happens to make people feel lukewarm.

Before she reached the deep watch, Shui Huanliang had already ordered someone to turn off the lights, she expected that Zhao Qianmo would attack at night, and she didn't want to talk to him.

But the water is cold and black and white, and now her body is very awake, and she forces herself to fall asleep but is also resisted.

I had no choice but to look at the full moon through the thin window, the orange and yellow were extremely bright, and the halo and white light were scattered, so that the stars gathered here.

After looking at it for a long time, I suddenly felt thirsty in my throat, so I lifted the quilt and went down.

The inner hall was not unattended, but Shui Huanliang felt that it was too annoying for the crowds, so he drove them out early in the morning.

The candle flame was not lit, but only groped for the stool and the table, and finally touched the bend without bumping.

Lifting the kettle and aligning the teacup, the silence of the night was broken by the sound of water.

Shui Huanliang doesn't like to drink tea, the days are already bitter enough, so why bother to make it bitter for the mouth.

Drinking the special honey flower water in one gulp, the sweet silk melts in the mouth and enters the bottom of the heart, but it can't relieve the thick bitterness.

The interior of the hall can be described as exquisite and luxurious, but it is cold, death-like.

Living here, Shui Huanliang felt like a yellow bird in a cage, losing the right to fly, and having to curry favor against his will in order to get food.

The difference between her and Huangli is that she is unwilling to fight for the food that sustains her life, even if she starves to death in this cold temple, she will not.

After drinking the water, Shui Huanliang put down the cup and was about to turn around and step on the bed, but heard a movement behind him.

"Crunch—"

Shui Huanliang's heart beat a little, it was clearly the sound of the door being opened, and the palace people were scattered by her, so now it can only be...

Zhao Qianmo.

These three words are like thunder and lightning, and the cool and calm heart of Shui Huanliang is at a loss, should she stand still or pretend to be asleep?

But when he heard the movement, he was afraid that he was already standing behind him and looking at her.

Shui Huanliang does not hate Zhao Qianmo's appearance and temperament.

On the contrary, Zhao Qian is indifferent and handsome, and he has a natural noble atmosphere, elegant conversation, and well-behaved.

But she never wanted to share an item with anyone, let alone her husband.

She has seen too many harem women in her life, and her own queen mother is like this.

If her queen mother only thinks of herself as the queen and is not emotional, she will not end up separated from Junxin.

I won't spend my whole life and work hard all my life, but in exchange for him, we are just interests, don't get into the play.

"Phantom, it's late at night, why haven't you slept yet?"

Zhao Qianmo looked at the slender and slender back, and only felt lonely.

He wanted to walk over to the figure and give her a hug, telling her that he would protect her for the rest of her life.

But he couldn't.

The identity of the emperor is there, and he is destined not to be a couple with her.

Then, give her a complete body, even if he dies in a hundred years, she can find a lover.

How long ago did he fall in love with Shui Huanliang, Zhao Qianmo can't remember it clearly.

In his mind, all he could do was the frightened and tear-stained face under the big red wedding dress.

She was only sixteen at the time, and now she was not very old, so she came to a place where she had never been, and wanted to call a man she had never seen a husband.

When he helped her off the horse, her hands trembled.

Later, I learned that she had hidden a dagger in her cuff, and if he touched her that night, she would kill herself, not to affect her parents, and second, to be a relief.

From that night to now, Zhao Qianmo has been glad that he didn't force her.

It was also that night that she recounted her grievances, unwillingness and resentment.

The woman who was stunning but couldn't change her fate finally entered his heart.

After being an emperor for a long time, women are no longer so difficult to guess for him, but they are just competing for favor, jealousy, and tricks.

But Shui Huanliang is different from them, she is the clear lotus in the mud, arrogant and lonely is not difficult for others, her arrogance is only used for her own requirements.

She has an independent personality and temperament, and no one can force her to do anything, including him.

Such a person is also worth distressing.

"Your Majesty, go back."

Shui Huanliang exhaled deeply, and the unkind words that came out of her mouth were extremely comfortable.

It's just that the voice is tingling, and the tail note is subconsciously bent, like a refreshing stream, bringing endless comfort.

She subconsciously clenched her hands when she spoke, which was when she was unnatural.

In fact, she loved the man behind her, and since he respected her decision that night, she developed a good impression and trust.

But if she can't show it, it will be an endless disaster.

"Just let me stay here a little longer, okay? Never bother you. ”

Zhao Qianmo said this sentence almost pleadingly, even if he had lost his dignity in front of her, but his heart told him that he didn't want to leave, even if he waited for her for a while.

"Hmm."

The voice of the water was also trembling, and in the dark night that covered people's ears, she was surprised that she had shed tears, and the salty and bitter tears fell into her mouth so tightly that they were undrinkable.

The corners of her eyes are very long, but they don't pick up or fall, which is also an important reason why she gives people a cold feeling.

Without further ado, she stepped onto the cold bed, and did not cover the quilt, just because her whole body was inexplicably hot.

She turned her back to Zhao Qianmo all night, and she also cried all night.

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After the bumpy attack, just when Han Weixi was about to fall asleep with the moonlight, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and the slight tremor of the car also stopped.

"Hey, miss, it's time to get there."

The coachman seemed to know that the tired guests would fall asleep, so he became louder.

Han Weixi got up in a daze, her head was facing the window, and a cool breeze blew to relieve her sleep, making her shiver up and down.

Grabbing the side of the car and barely jumping down, she looked at the huge camp in confusion, and when the coachman behind her left, she found that she was the only one left.

It was late at night, and the people who were preparing seemed to have gone into the tents to sleep, and under the moonlight, Han Weixi could barely see the undulating tent piles like hills.

But those all looked the same, and for a while she couldn't tell which one Zhao Yu was living in.

It's just a matter of trying your luck.

Fortunately, the guards tonight saw that there was nothing abnormal and went to sleep, otherwise Han Weixi really couldn't get in, so he could only freeze outside for one night.

At this time, Zhao Yu had not yet slept, and his tent was in the innermost circle of the entire venue, where the princes, monarchs, and queens of various countries lived.

The candle flame has not been extinguished, he is looking carefully at the pink mandarin duck in his hand, although the embroidery is twisted and crooked, but his heart can be filled with layers of waves when he touches it.

It seemed that Han Weixi was in his arms, sweetly calling him to sacrifice his brother, and then he was soft and coquettish to him, melting his whole person.