Concubine Hui silently listened to the words brought back by the servant who went to find the cardinal, slowly put the teacup on the small wooden table of Huanghuali beside her, stood up and said, "The palace is tired, you are all scattered." ”

The people in the palace have long been accustomed to it, and they all stood silently on the ground without moving, sending Concubine Hui back to the inner hall alone.

Concubine Hui walked into the inner hall alone, took the hall door, walked straight to the screen, and gently moved a rose-red enamel porcelain vase placed on it with her fingers, and the tall wooden screen slowly turned, revealing the secret door on the wall leading to the Buddha hall.

Although Concubine Hui opened the secret door, she did not enter, but turned around and walked towards the wide brocade bed, stood beside the bed, and began to unbutton the pearl buttons of her auspicious clothes one by one.

The sound of rustling clothes rubbing against the screen sounded in the screen, and when the man turned the screen, there was a slight surprise in his eyes.

Hui Guifei's jade body is displayed on the large water-red peony brocade quilt, the snow-white skin like clotted fat and the red Suzhou embroidered tribute brocade are contrasted, such as the tender white stamen in the peony core, and like a ripe peach, delicate and full of temptation, making people forgetful.

The man hesitated for a moment before approaching, his slightly cool fingers gently slid over the beautiful curves, and asked in a low voice, "...... you today?"

Before he could continue, Concubine Hui had wrapped a pair of lotus arms around his neck, followed by red lips.

The man only felt that she was extremely hot and active today, and she was no longer able to resist the warm invitation in front of her, and then rolled into the satin quilt of the big peony tuanhua......

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When the Imperial Forest Army filmed Yanqing Palace, the palace people still didn't know why, Yanqing Palace was already surrounded by water.

didn't make the eunuch sing, Kangxi's shoulder path was carried into front of the bedroom door in the backyard, and the shoulder was slowly falling in front of the steps, Li Dequan was about to go up the steps to call the door, but was stopped by Kangxi.

Kangxi came down from his shoulders, ordered all the palace people to retreat, and personally stepped up the steps, raising his hand and only pushing lightly, the palace door was not inserted, and the response was pushed wide open.

When Kangxi stepped into the hall, there was a thick bloody breath in his nose, Kangxi frowned, walked around the screen, and was on the spot.

I saw that on the gorgeous carved bed, Concubine Hui in the green lotus sheer tent was sitting on the bed, with no wisps on her body, holding a man who was already out of breath in her arms, and a pair of scissors on the man's back pierced her heart.

Concubine Hui sang in a low voice like a baby: "There is no need to separate again, we are finally truly together, you see, how beautiful the snowflakes are flying all over the sky, just like when we met......"

Kangxi silently looked at the scene in front of him, his body shook before he could barely stabilize his feet, slowly closed his eyes and turned around and walked out of the hall.

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Huai Sleeve woke up early in the morning, and in the afternoon of the same day, he heard the palace people whispering about Concubine Hui, and called Yin Ling'er to ask about the reason before and after, even if he wanted to dress up and go out.

"The master's body is just right, if he goes out this time, it will be terrible, Mr. Sun will tell him sooner or later!" Silver Ling'er hurriedly chased out of the inner hall and wrapped her sleeved body with a crow-blue crane.

"Even if it's climbing, I'm going to see her for the last time, and I'm going to ask her face to face!" The phoenix came stubbornly with his sleeves, and he drove away.

The little eunuch who carried the bowl walked with neat steps, all the way quickly, and when he arrived at Yanqing Palace, it was as if he had been blistered, and before he could settle down, his sleeves had already jumped up the steps with an arrow.

At this time, there is no palace person in the Yanqing Palace, and the front and rear halls are all guarded by the imperial guards.

Huai Sleeve asked loudly: "Where is Niangniang?" ”

Immediately, a guard commander said: "Back to Niangniang, the concubine is not closed, and she is in the Buddha Hall at the moment." ”

Hearing this, he walked through the middle hall and went straight to the Buddha hall next to the dormitory in the backyard, pushed open the door with one palm, and saw that Concubine Hui was kneeling in front of the Buddha with a good look, and then he took a long breath.

Straddled into the Buddhist hall, there was no sandalwood in it, but it was a smell of rotting corpses, his sleeves frowned slightly, and he slowly walked to the door of the inner ear chamber on the right, and gently opened the curtain and looked inward.

Seeing a man dressed in a blue-gray layman's robe lying upright on the bed, due to the heat, the corpse had already given birth to shallow corpse spots, but the sleeves still recognized at a glance that the man was the Tiezhou Zen Master who suddenly passed away in the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Putting down the curtain, he came to the futon where Hui Guifei was kneeling, added three incense sticks to the furnace on the incense table, and whispered to Hui Guifei, who closed her eyes: "Sister Hui'er, can you take a step to speak......

The summer evening breeze blows the dark fragrance of unknown flowers from nowhere, and the sleeves are face to face with Hui Guifei, sitting under the big acacia full of snow trees, with a small table of red sandalwood in front of him, and a delicate purple sand tea set on it.

Huai sleeve holding the big bin pot will taste the tea cup, smell the cup, the fair cup one by one warm cup to open the soup, and then take out a spoonful of jasmine tea and fly into the river.

More than ten years ago, Nalan's house was raided, and Nala Huier closed herself in the Buddhist hall, and at that time she was still a tea lady in the Qianqing Palace.

She locked herself up in the Buddha Hall for ten years, and in these ten years, her sleeves rose and fell, and she tossed in and out of the palace.

Entering the palace with her sleeves from the draft, the first palace concubine she knew was Na Lahui'er, but it was the first time to talk and drink tea with her like this.

Xingyun Liushui poured the tea into the smelling cup, gently flipped the wrist with the sleeve, and presented the smelling cup held in the tea cup to Hui Guifei after doing the carp turning pose.

Hui Guifei gently opened the smelling cup, elegantly held the warm smelling cup between the two and slowly rolled, the snort was full of the elegant rhyme of tea, Hui Guifei softly praised from the bottom of her heart: "Your tea-making skills are really good, such a good tea in your hands is not a grievance." ”

Huai Sleeve picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said softly: "It's all the same tea, as long as my sister wants to, she will also make such a fragrance as in Huai Sleeve's hand, maybe it is far more fragrant than Huai Sleeve!" ”

Concubine Hui gently put down the cup in her hand, raised her eyes to look at the half of the sky in the distance that was dyed red by the burning clouds, and a beautiful and gentle smile bloomed at the corner of her lips: "The water is cold, no matter how good the craftsmanship is, what is the use?" ”

The silver teeth in the cuffs of his arms were rubbed secretly, and he finally couldn't help but erupt: "But my sister is so self-conscious, why should she be self-despise?" If my sister wants to take this step, why should she deign to commit herself to such an old and ugly monk? Every time she faces such a face, her sister doesn't feel that ......" The words behind her sleeve didn't come out, and she was already choked up and couldn't speak.

She couldn't figure out why such a noble and elegant character as Nara Hui'er would make peace with a wild monk like Tie Zhou, who was more than 20 years older than her, and it was still so many years......

Concubine Hui seemed to be unconscious, seeing tears flowing from her sleeves, she was not moved at all, and only asked lightly: "Are you cold?" ”

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