In the middle of the night, the frost and dew are heavy, the heavy smoke is deep, and the Yan Palace tonight is becoming more and more quiet to make people panic, and the matter of the main hall has been spread all over the hundred palaces.

The incense burner was filled with the aroma of ambergris, half of the red candle was shaking, the pillow was full of wine, and Emperor Wei on the couch closed his eyes and slept deeply.

The broken hair, wetness, and wetness in front of the forehead, wisps of fat powder on the cheeks that had not been removed, Chen Wan opened her apricot eyes, she quietly stood up with her hands, not to alarm the man next to her, and only the even breathing of Emperor Wei was heard in the depressed hall.

Chen Wan put on her clothes, and after catching a glimpse of Emperor Wei's side face, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, she straightened her sideburns, and turned around and walked out of the inner hall.

"Zhaoyi Niangniang is fine."

The palace maid who kept vigil was accustomed to seeing the wind and rudder, and when she came out, she hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "It's ugly, where are you going?" ”

"Bengong feels depressed, go out to breathe, don't follow" Chen Wantan's mouth opened slightly, and a light voice escaped, her eyes fell on the palace maid, "Shut your mouth." ”

The palace maid stiffened, whispered in a low voice, and didn't dare to look at her again, so she answered.

Who doesn't know that Chen Zhaoyi is favored, and who dares to anger her in the limelight now? Zhao Shilu is a living negative example.

Chen Wan snorted lightly and calmly walked out of the hall.

The cold dew wets the sleeves, the cool breeze in the middle of the night full of autumn cold overflows, the material is steep and cold, and the bones of the beauty cut jade are lined with clear light, and the clear freshwater wood is lined with the silence of the forbidden bamboo forest, and there is a pavilion looming in the fog.

The forbidden bamboo forest in Yan Palace has been abandoned for a long time, and Su Ri doesn't even have a person to clean up the branches and leaves.

Chen Wan was about to climb the stairs, but a hand quietly stretched out behind her and pulled her over, like a weeping willow brushing through the surface of the silent night.

"Zhaoyi Niangniang, I can wait for you so hard."

The man pressed Chen Wan to the back of the rockery, and the messy branches and leaves covered all the figures of the two, the dark clouds covered the moon, and the characters could not be identified three steps away.

"Tsk, you're hurting someone."

Even though the wrist bone pain was extremely unbearable, and the delicate back was also ground by the rockery's not smooth face, Chen Wan smiled and held the tone.

Spring Mountain gathered, the man laughed lowly, the strength of his hand loosened by three points, but he got closer, and he chewed the sound carefully:

"I haven't congratulated you on the joy of being crowned Zhaoyi."

Chen Wan's combed high sideburns have already been messed up, a few strands of green silk have fallen, and the green clouds are scattered, but it shows her brightness, bone charm and color.

"Thank you so much," Chen Wanhong spat out the words and leaned against his shoulder, "His Royal Highness King Qi." ”

Jiaoyue struggled to get out of the dark clouds, and the small light sprinkled down, falling on the faces of the entangled two, and what Chen Wan was leaning on was clearly Wei Jingyun.

The peaks and peaks are opposite, and the back is cold and abrasive, but the front is warm and delicate.

Wei Jingyun raised his eyebrows: "I thought that Zhaoyi Niangniang was promoted, and she had already left me behind." ”

"How dare you forget the grace of saving your life," Chen Wan raised his hand to hook people's souls, and his eyes that came out of the water softly made people feel a little pity, "You are used to making fun of slaves." ”

"Your face and figure are the capital of your father's favor."

Wei Jingyun's calloused fingers brushed the tail of Chen Wan's eyes, and went down until the thin waist was pinched, and the peach blossom eyes were lustful.

Chen Wan leaned on Wei Jingyun's body and trembled, her lowered eyes flashed with hatred silently, and it was fleeting, she made a shy and charming look, but her smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes at all:

"Lord Wang, your actions like this are against human ethics."

She gently shook the pendant she was hanging, and the fragrance overflowed, which was quite meaningful.

It was the treasure that the person in front of her handed over to her.

Wei Jingyun picked up Chen Wan's scattered hair, close to her glaze and lips, blending with gas, and gently tore off the ribbon around the waist of the skirt, and the playfulness in his hand was not stopped, and he murmured:

"My father is old, and my fourth brother is a waste."

"This world will be in my palm after all, let alone you?"

Putting all this male voice into his ears, Chen Wan's face was stacked with two stacks of spring glow, her voice was squeamish, and her eyes were full of autumn water, which was not pity:

"Then when you arrive, don't forget to promise the slave family."

Wei Jingyun's big palm was close to her jade muscle, straight and deep, and the finger of his free left hand clamped Chen Wan's jaw, already blocking her lips.

The jade arm climbed up to the shoulders, the style has been opened, the whimpering and charming bones, Chen Wan extended the exquisite bone socket, the snow group kissed, slurped, Yan Mei, covered the body and felled, waiting for the spring water to overflow, trembling, Wushan sultry.

In the forbidden bamboo forest, except for the wind and Chu Wu's rough hoarse cry swept by, there was only the sound of trampling.

At a few o'clock, the stars are hanging, and in the courtyard of the Meng Mansion, there are also people who take the style into their arms.

Meng Jinghuai stood firmly on the edge of the collapse, blew out a lamp and candle, penetrating the wind bones, he lined the moonlight along the window, and swept his wanton gaze on the sleeping people on the couch.

When he returned home tonight, Shen Zhihe's lips were pale, and he didn't say a word, but when the two of them were left, he handed over a crescent-shaped blood jade pendant to himself.

I only remember that her words were faint, like seeing flowers in the fog, which made people guess her thoughts:

"Gifted by the concubine, think about it, you will be useful."

The fingertips carefully stroked the blood jade pendant in his palm, and then clenched it quietly.

Meng Jinghuai came back to his senses, bowed down, and greedily stroked the side of Shen Zhihe's cheek, Shen Zhihe was asleep, and the breath he exhaled gently sprayed on Meng Jinghuai's face, his heart trembled, and his eyes became thicker.

In the cold moonlight, he glimpsed Shen Zhihe's closed eyes, and then glimpsed her distant mountain dai.

Meng Jinghuai straightened his back, glanced at it, and fell on the empty bowl next to the desk.

It is a soothing tea that Shen Zhihe drinks every night before going to bed.

Moistening his dry lower lip, Meng Jinghuai moved softly, put down the collapsing spun, and the curtain swayed, covering Shen Zhihe's sleeping appearance.

"Sleep in peace."

Meng Jinghuai's lips moved, only made a mouth shape, with a strong love in his eyes, and then turned around and went out steadily.

Tonight the lights are bright, I'm afraid it's not just the Mengfu study.