The West Garden is the temporary residence of Huai Sleeve in Qingning Palace, recently due to Kangxi's poor body, and the crescent princess repeatedly pleaded, Huai Sleeve agreed to wait for Qingning Palace inch by inch, but the time of waiting is limited to Kangxi's recovery, and when Kangxi recovers, she still asks the Holy Oracle to return to Guanyu to live.

When passing through the cloister of Qingning Palace, a stone carved hollow water lantern is propped up on the lake surface facing the palace gate, and the faint lamp is swaying and swaying by the breeze, and the fluorescence shines on a handful of soft white in the dark shadow under the half-lotus leaf on the side.

Curious, he stopped and walked towards the lake, gently opened the upright lotus leaf with his hand for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile, stretched out his hand and gently stroked a white evening lotus under the lotus leaf.

At this time, most of the lotus leaves have begun to wither and scatter, and the past is particularly bleak and desolate at a glance, especially in the night when there is no moonlight, but now I didn't expect that there is a delicate and weak lotus here, which blooms quietly in the autumn wind.

At first glance, it seems that the prosperous summer day is still lingering in this lotus pond, and I can't bear to leave suddenly to make people sad, and I can't help but possess myself, and gently stroke the pink and white petals with my fingers.

Just when Huai Sleeve lingered in the lotus, the door of the opposite Qingning Palace suddenly opened from the inside, Huai Sleeve was disturbed by the sound of opening the door, raised his eyes to look at the past, although there was a lotus pond in the middle, but the palace candle in front of Qingning Palace was bright, everything fell under the eyes of Huai Sleeve, and it was so real.

Concubine Yu.

His sleeves frowned slightly.

The palace candle stretched out the shadows of a pair of people and cast them on the ground, long, far away, snuggling tightly.

Concubine Yu held one of Kangxi's arms affectionately, and her beautiful cheeks were gently attached to Kangxi's chest, obedient and delicate, looking forward to Yingying.

What the two of them said, they couldn't hear clearly, but they saw the palace candle reflected on half of Kangxi's side face, and the corners of his lips completed a gentle smile like a crescent moon.

Kangxi lowered his face slightly, and he didn't know what he said in Concubine Yu's ear, causing Concubine Yu to hold a fist and drop lightly on Kangxi's chest a few times, and then buried her face in Kangxi's neck as if she was shy.

Kangxi took out his arm around Concubine Yu's shoulder and patted it gently, as if to persuade softly, Concubine Yu muttered for a moment, reluctantly pulled out of Kangxi's arms, and resigned to go back.

Looking at Kangxi's back from afar, and the figure of Concubine Yu disappearing in the twilight, he inadvertently loosened the lotus in his hand, hooked his lips and smiled.

Is love a reality based on illusions? Or is it a fantasy based on reality? Isn't the deep enthusiasm in the hearts of the people that constantly arouses fantasies from reality, and then strives to make them reality?

Love without illusion is too mediocre, and love based only on illusion is too fragile. At this moment, Huai Sleeve suddenly remembered Concubine Hui who he met on the hillside in the evening and wandered outside the palace.

Concubine Hui loves the emperor, but she can't use fantasy to surpass reality, so she can only wander outside the palace walls, and it seems that she is also wandering outside Kangxi's heart.

And Concubine Yu used reality to realize illusions, maybe she didn't enter Kangxi's heart, but she really stood in the palace gate, and she seemed to have entered the heart.

Thinking of this, Huai Sleeve couldn't help but smile lightly, and muttered in his mouth: "Seeing your own nature, don't go where you come from...... and quietly stroked a handful of lotus leaves, got up and walked over.

Kangxi watched Concubine Yu's disappearing back, and saw Li Dequan quietly stepped forward in the dark shadow next to him, and asked leisurely, "Hasn't Miss Huai come back yet?" ”

"Back to Long Live Lord, Miss Huai came here just now, and knew that Concubine Yu was inside, so she left again, and she may go back to the West Garden this time."

Kangxi moved his eyes to the lake, only to see a lotus leaf swaying gently on the side of the corridor, his sword eyebrows slightly hooked, and he said softly: "I want to drink Hehuan tea." ”

Li Dequan already knew it in his heart, and quietly retreated.

When Huai Sleeve entered Qingning Palace, Kangxi was holding a spy fold in a daze, Huai Sleeve walked closer, gently put the cup in Kangxi's hand, his eyes fell on the spy fold, and his eyes were slightly gloomy.

"I've been serving me these days, I've worked hard for you, and you should cherish your body." Kangxi instructed softly.

He bowed his head and said, "It is the glory of the slave to be able to serve the saint, and nothing else is at your expense." ”

Kangxi raised his gaze and looked at the chin with his sleeves becoming more and more sharp, a pair of watery eyes that looked large and clear because of the thinness of his cheeks, and the soft wisps of his sideburns hung down, blocking part of the candlelight, faintly reflecting the almost white transparency of his cheeks.

Kangxi felt a burst of pity in his heart, stretched out his hand, and finally only held the warm cup on the table.

When he withdrew from Qingning Palace with his sleeves down, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Every time I felt Kangxi's burning gaze lingering on my face, my heart was as nervous as a deer leaping for no reason, and he reached out and stroked his slightly hot cheeks, but fortunately, he couldn't see the blushing appearance under the red candle.

The spy just now, why did the emperor look at it in a daze? In the blink of an eye, his heart tightened again. Leisurely resting, raising the sky, leaving only a lonely moon on the curtain, looking at it, as if looking at yourself.

A few days have passed in a blink of an eye, and there is still no news of northern Xinjiang, and Kangxi's originally adjusted body is uncontrollable and collides with anger.

Almost every day, he could see his second brother-in-law Marhan waiting under the Danqi, waiting for the audience with a panicked face, going in and out.

Huai Sleeve was close to him, but he couldn't come forward to ask a word, occasionally, a flash of sight met, from Malhan's dodging and low gaze, Huai Sleeve had read seven or eight points of bad, and the expectation in his heart sank point by point.

"Pregnant girl, pregnant girl......" Xiao Hengzi, the inner supervisor of the imperial tea room, gently called for his sleeves in a daze.

"Huh?" Huai sleeve came back to her senses, and saw that the lid of the kettle in front of her had been jumped by the tumbling white gas, it turned out that the water had been boiling for a long time, and she didn't know it at all.

Xiao Hengzi said while scalding the cups: "Miss Huai, you have been too tired lately, right?" I always see that the lights are still on in your house when it's late, why don't you tell Gonggong Li and rest for a few days? ”

Huai Sleeve shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "It's out of the way." Then he went out with the teacup.

Xiao Hengzi looked at the back of his sleeves, and couldn't help but say: "Long live Lord likes you so much, if you open your mouth, how dare Gonggong Li refute your face?" Why bother to be so wronged by yourself, hum! If you want to change me, I would have asked the emperor to be accepted into the harem as the master, so I didn't bother to suffer this crime! ”

Huai Sleeve brought a tea tray to Kangxi to bring new tea in, and only then exited Qingning Palace, he heard a noise and noise coming from far and near.

Huai Sleeve wondered in his heart who dared to make noise in a courtyard, but saw that the two had already turned Danqi, and it turned out to be Princess Crescent Moon and Chang Ning.

Chang Ning pulled one of the sleeves of the crescent moon as if to drag her away, but the crescent moon insisted on refusing, and when she saw the sleeve, she shook the sleeve that Chang Ning was pulling and ran to the sleeve.