Yi Jin looked at the fourth master who was really snubbing others for himself, and said: "The emperor is a Ming monarch, so naturally he can't compare with King Zhou You." Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. The thirteenth master has something to ask to see, the emperor went over earlier, and the concubines waited for the emperor in the palace of nourishing hearts. ”

The fourth master carried her into the palace of nourishing hearts, found a soft couch and put her on it, the pear blossoms in the house were fragrant, and she smelled and looked at it pleasing to the eye and refreshing.

"Wait here for me to come back." When he said this, his eyes did not mean to leave.

"The emperor should go up, the concubines are waiting for you here." She glanced at his eyebrows, and also at the jade-white pear blossoms in the jade bottle.

"This pear blossom in the emperor's palace is good, and the concubine is the same as this pear blossom, waiting for you here."

The fourth master smiled softly, her beauty always had a bit of ungraspable drift.

"I'll be back soon."

"Hmm."

"You wait here for me. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. ”

"Okay."

"Then I'm gone." The fourth master is still reluctant.

Su Peisheng couldn't stand it, how could the emperor be more mother-in-law than his mother-in-law now. Fu Fu called out: "Your Majesty, the Thirteenth Master has been waiting for a long time. ”

"Got it."

Although the mouth responded, the long legs still had no intention of leaving, close to Yijin in front of her, and her hand was still wrapped around her weak waist.

"Ruo I am just a rich and noble prince, I really want to live the life of a fairy couple with you, tie you to my side and look at you day and night, and I don't have to be separated from you for a moment."

"The emperor is the Son of Heaven, the heaven of all the people, and the king who is respected by all the people, how can he be compared with a rich and noble prince. What's more, the concubines are not easy to look at, and they will get tired of it after a long time, which people have a look, the emperor should go. ”

"I don't want to go." He looked her up and down, and waved his hand on his back to signal Su Peisheng to go down.

Yi Jin saw Su Peisheng walking away from the door, frowned and said to the coquettish man, "What are you going to do, Your Majesty." ”

"I didn't do anything, I just wanted to see you." As he spoke, he leaned closer and closer to her, his strong chest, and his itchy, warm breathing.

"You are coquettish to me in Yihua Palace, and I still can't get enough of it, so I want to try again." As he spoke, he directly detained her into his arms, smelling her faint herbal fragrance, and was fascinated.

"Jin'er, you blame me, blame me for not helping you."

"The concubine doesn't dare."

"I've always envied Lord Shunzhi, but it's a pity that I don't have that kind of courage."

"The emperor is a Ming monarch, for the country and the people, if the concubine is Dong Niangniang, I will definitely advise the emperor to put the common people in the world first." is the most ruthless emperor's family, which should be a portrayal of every emperor. For the sake of the world, it is not suitable to be emotional, but it is out of the love of the ancestors of Shunzhi.

"Your Majesty, go quickly, don't tell the Thirteenth Master to wait for a long time, the concubines won't leave."

When the emperor went to see the thirteenth master, she drank some milk and red date soup and rested.

Yuzhu looked at the little master sleeping Shen and was happy in her heart.

Now that the little lord is favored by the emperor, she is happy for the little lord.

Staying by his side, listening to the sound of the little master's even and orderly breathing, Mei Zizi leaned on the side of the bed to accompany him.

The pear blossoms spread with a faint fragrance in the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The man on the bed frowned, she dreamed that there was a young and beautiful woman stroking the piano under the pear blossom tree, and a Lang Lang boy painting danqing under the tree.

They talked and laughed, and their smiles spread all over their faces like the wind, joy, and happiness.

"Who is the Danqing painted by Brother Rong Ruo, look at these eyebrows and eyes are calm and a little playful, why are they so familiar?"

He picked up the pear blossom petals on her long jet-black hair, tender as water.

"You guess.".

At that time, he was eighteen, she was fourteen, and Yu Yan was seven.