Suo Etu smiled bitterly: "Oh, although you have this revenge, but now Long Live Lord is in good health, and I don't know what year and month it will be before you become a great treasure, not to mention that if you talk about intelligence, wisdom, knowledge, and understanding, although Yinqi is young now, she is far above you, and the road we will take in the future is still long!" ”

Hearing Suo Etu mention Yinren, Yinren's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Isn't Yinren better than me to read, what if one day he can't read......"

As soon as Suo Etu heard this, he knew that Yinren had a plan in his heart, so he only looked at him silently with shrewd eyes.

Yinren smiled and whispered in Suo Etu's ear: "Right now, there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity......

————

On the gilded crane top lamp holder, the arm-thick palace candle "snapped" the lamp flower jumped, and the sleeves in the mist pool suddenly came back to their senses, and saw the water-colored peach blossom cicada wing veil dragging the ground by the pool was blown by the breeze, and looked sideways to the silver bell by the pool and asked: "What time is it now?" ”

Yin Ling'er said with a smile: "Why does the master always seem to be thinking about something today, at this time, it has only been soaked for a moment, and the fragrance of Chinese medicine in the pool is still strong." ”

When Huai Sleeve heard this, he immediately turned his face away and stopped asking, but his cheeks quietly showed a peach blossom color.

Yin Ling'er was sharp-eyed and careful, and had already guessed the thoughts of the sleeve, took the snow-white pottery plate, sprinkled a layer of hibiscus petals into the pool, and said in a low voice: "When the slave went out, he greeted the little leek, he hasn't sent a message at the moment, and the master has probably not returned to the Zhaoren Palace, so the master can soak for a while." ”

was guessed about the center, the sleeve was embarrassed to get up, closed his eyes and slowly leaned into the peach blossom stone chair carved by the milky jade in the pool, the peach-colored rouge on his face did not know whether it was smoked by water vapor or shy, and the red cloud spread all the way to the snow-white neck.

There was a figure outside the thin curtain flashing, and Yin Ling'er was slightly startled at first, but after thinking about it carefully, she immediately realized it, stood up with a smile, and quietly withdrew from the curtain.

Wearing sleeves to bathe here, who else can there be besides Kangxi?

The sound of Kangxi entering the water was muffled by the trickle of peach blossoms by the soup pool, until he came to Huai Sleeve's side, Huai Sleeve still had his eyes closed, and his expression was calm and quiet.

Kangxi's gaze lingered over the white pearl-like pinna of his sleeves, and a few strands of black broken hair were wet by the pool water and stuck to his soft neck, which provoked Kangxi's heart to touch, and he kissed it unconsciously.

Huai Sleeve felt the back of his neck slightly cold, smelled the familiar ambergris between his noses, and his heart was calm for a moment, although his eyes were still closed, he stretched out his arm sideways and wrapped around Kangxi's waist.

The slightly hot face was pressed against Kangxi's chest, and he didn't say anything in his arms, but he still couldn't help but tighten his arms.

Kangxi's palm has a thin callus that was ground out when he used to draw a bow and shoot a bow, and it is slightly rough on the delicate shoulders of his arms, but it shows the demeanor of the royal family of Aixin Jueluo, and her favorite warm and powerful hand can easily evoke her tenderness.

Kissing the slightly wet sideburns of her sleeve, feeling her arm a little tight, Kangxi asked softly, "What?" Reluctant? ”

He didn't answer, closed his eyes and changed his position, put his chin on Kangxi's shoulder, and crawled into his chest like a cat.

Kangxi rubbed the warm pool water on her back with his hand, rubbed the tip of his nose against her ear, and said warmly: "I am not reluctant, I promised you that I will come back when you give birth!" ”

Huai Sleeve turned his face, stuck out his tongue, and said with a smile: "People are not reluctant, haven't you heard of it?" Little Farewell is better than a newlywed! ”

Kangxi frowned: "But if you are newly married, it's a little cruel!" ”

Huai Sleeve was amused by his words and smiled: "Qi'er is so old, and he also said that he is newly married, so that people are ashamed to hear it!" ”

Kangxi ignored her, buried his snort in her hair, and said in a low voice: "But I feel that I have only married you into the door for a short time, and I can't stay with you enough, what should I do?" ”

The first moon spread Qinghui on the ground, and the halo lingered on the window lattice, and finally couldn't help but spill it on the tribute brocade quilt woven by a large group of flowers, reflecting the spring light in the room.

Outside the Zhaoren Hall at this moment, a small sedan chair with crimson brocade cotton landed steadily in front of the snow-colored white marble steps, the sedan curtain was lightly raised, and the cardinal carefully helped Hui Guifei to walk out, and cast a gorgeous long shadow on the steps with a large winged flaghead.

Seeing that there was silence in front of the Zhaoren Palace, Concubine Hui walked up the steps, and all the palace people immediately knelt down to ask for peace.

The little leek led by kneeling at the forefront, the tip of his nose against the cold blue brick floor, heard the bottom of Hui Guifei's flower pot clattering past his side, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Guifei Niangniang, please stay......"

The voice at the bottom of the flower pot stopped, and the soft and soft voice of Concubine Hui floated down above her head: "Ming'er drove out of Beijing, and the palace came to see the Long Live Lord, why, Long Live Lord has already rested?" ”

Xiao Leek swallowed and spit, turned a half-arc with his knees, and his head was facing the tip of Concubine Hui's delicate shoes, and said carefully: "If you go back to Niangniang, Long Live Lord is not in the palace at the moment." ”

Concubine Hui raised her eyebrows: "What?" It's already so late, could it be that the Lord is still in the south study? ”

Xiao Leek couldn't help but sigh heavily in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Long live the Lord and the imperial concubine are in ...... at this moment Onyu Palace. ”

The cardinal who was standing next to him felt that his arm was held tightly by Hui Guifei, and he hurriedly looked at Hui Guifei's face, but saw that she only pouted at the corner of her lips, and she didn't say a word after all, but turned around under her feet and walked towards the small sedan chair that stopped in front of the steps.

It didn't seem to be the same as when he came, but the steps on the return trip seemed more urgent, and the cardinal followed quickly, and when he reached the front of the stairs, he finally couldn't help but remind softly: "Master, slow down, you can carry the dragon ball right now......"

Concubine Hui turned a deaf ear, got on the sedan chair neatly, and hurried back to Yanqing Palace as if she was being carried by someone.

After entering the inner hall and stepping up the steps, Concubine Hui suddenly turned around and yelled at the palace people and the cardinals: "No one is allowed to follow the palace, all of them will roll away from the palace, get away!" ”

The palace people were frightened and immediately hulala knelt all over the ground, but Concubine Hui said, "Bang!" The ground slammed against the door of the inner sanctum.

The cardinal's body kneeling at the front was shaken by the door, and he heard the sound of the bottom of the flower pot inside gradually disappearing, so he slowly stood up and turned to the palace man in the place: "Leave me here to serve, you all go down." ”

When everyone heard her say this, Fang Nuo retreated, and the cardinal slowly turned back, looking at the high hollow carved wooden window, and the bright candle halo peeked out from behind the hazy rice paper.

The cardinal couldn't see what the master was doing, but he had vaguely guessed in his heart.

At this time, Concubine Hui had pushed open the one-person-high beauty spring sleep picture inlaid on the wall and stood in the back room of the Buddhist hall.

The man was still sitting in front of the kang, leisurely boiling the tea on the red clay stove, and when he heard the sound of the secret door turning, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and slowly drew the tea juice out of the teaspoon and poured it into the fine white teacup.

The fingers twisted the cup, the figure on the side flashed, the tea cup in the man's hand was slammed to the ground, and there was a crisp crack in his ear, which had been torn off by Concubine Hui.

...

...