Qingcheng didn't dare to let the emperor wait for a long time, so he called Erqi and others into the house to wait, put on his clothes, and didn't even have time to wipe the rouge, and threw out the wet green silk. The emperor was wearing a royal blue silk dragon robe, his hair was braided and shiny, and he was mighty and handsome, and when he saw her coming, he actually got up first. Her face was like jade, her shoulders were shaven and her waist was thin, her cheeks were red from the heat, and as soon as she bent her knees, her black silk hair covered half of her face.

Hongli smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to help her up, and said, "You don't use Zhu Hai jewelry, it's also very good-looking." ”

Hai'an led the palace people to remove the bathtubs and screens in the inner room, and they came and went, not daring to make a superfluous sound. Qingcheng was so panicked that she didn't know what to do, and everywhere her eyes went, it was nothing more than the sleeves of the dragon robe decorated with gold wires, and she couldn't hear it: "The concubine has lost her manners, please forgive the emperor." ”

The emperor pinched her chin, the tentacles were smooth, and lifted her face slightly, seeing that she still didn't dare to look at herself, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "I haven't done anything yet, you're afraid of being like this." ”

Qingcheng's face turned crimson, and he said in a panic: "The concubine doesn't dare." ”

The Emperor brushed his wet hair behind her ear, and his warm fingertips caressed her face like an extremely precious object, and rubbed it over and over again.

The palace people quietly retreated, and there were only two people left in the room.

Qingcheng's mind was empty, her hair was not dry, and the water beads ran down her neck and into her clothes, and it was unbearable. His hand ran down his neck inch by inch, and finally pressed his face up to her lips and kissed hers on the lips.

She instinctively wanted to push him away, but she didn't dare, her hands fell on the placket of his chest, clenching tightly. His lips were burning like fire, as if they were about to burn her to the ground. Halfway through, he let go of her, led her into the inner room, and said with a pale face: "Wide clothes." ”

She was still stunned, and the emperor seemed to be displeased, and said, "Is it possible to let me do it myself?" ”

Qingcheng suddenly came back to his senses, answered, and slowly untied the embroidered button under his neck.

The emperor laughed silently and said, "What to do?" It's for you to give me a wide coat! Qingcheng became more and more embarrassed, and hurriedly unbuttoned his clothes, leaned forward to serve. The brocade buckles used on the dragon robe are engraved with gold wire, and the fine lines are on the fingertips, which makes people tremble slightly.

The Emperor looked down at her, his porcelain-white cheeks washed with rouge, and his shoulder-covered hair hung from his ears, dripping with beads of water, crumbling and shining in the candlelight. He said, "You have been mine for a long time, but I don't know, have you been hiding from me?" ”

When Qingcheng heard this, she panicked, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "The concubine doesn't dare." ”

The surroundings were quiet, and there were only two arm-thick red candles lit in the room, and the lights flickered and flickered, reflecting the dark shadows on the faces of the two people. He said, "I really don't dare? ”

Qingcheng lowered his face and looked at the ground, his thoughts were mixed, and he repeated softly: "The concubine doesn't dare." ”

The emperor smiled and said, "I don't dare, you don't dare." ”

He thought that there was no one in the harem who did not look forward to his favor.

Hongli helped her up with his own hands, and couldn't help but hold her in his arms, warm nephrite, and his arms tightened. She didn't dare to move, so she leaned softly on him. The autumn night was cold, and the warmth in his arms made her feel a little comfortable, as if he was his own support, which could save her from loneliness and suffering, and no one would dare to bully her in the future, and she would no longer have no branches to rely on.

The night is getting deeper, and there is occasionally an autumn breeze outside the window, which blows through the corners of the eaves and winds like a stream, whining. The candles are dim, and the curtains are layered, covering the beautiful spring light in the room.