Xiao Tingchen stroked the top of her hair gently, "When my sister wakes up in the future, I will ask me for a rabbit lamp." ”

Finally returned to the Embroidery Cloud Palace, and the dragon case was piled up with a mountain-high concerto.

Xiao Tingchen sat on the Taishi chair with Su Jiu in his arms, wrapped his arms around the girl's thin waist with one hand, lifted the red pen with the other, and casually reviewed the folds.

The long night is faint, and a light is like a bean.

He flipped through the pages and couldn't help laughing: "The excerpt sent by Chang'an City, my sister knows that Huang Yushi who is over sixty years old, his wife is jealous and fierce, and he has not had a concubine for decades, and now that his wife has just died, he can't wait to welcome a few young and beautiful concubines into the door, but he didn't think about overworking all of a sudden, and he died on the woman's belly......"

The little girl in his arms leaned obediently in the crook of his arm, and her eyelashes cast a slender shadow under the shadow of the lamp, and the breeze blew in, and the shadow trembled, as if the girl blinked her eyelashes shyly.

On the day of the third watch, Frost brought tea and snacks in, and saw that her master was still conscientiously criticizing the excerpts, and was still sneering or smiling at the young lady in her arms, but chattering to her about the contents of the excerpts.

“…… The Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Households quarreled again over the silver for repairing the palace, Ning Jinyu, the old horseman, obviously holding the silver of the Dayong treasury in his hand, but he was stingy like an iron rooster, I asked him for military pay on weekdays, he picked the rope and refused to be generous, and when I returned to Chang'an, I would punish him severely. How does my sister think she should punish him? How about punishing him to take off his pants in front of civil and military officials, and then punishing him with thirty boards? That old puppet wants to save face the most, I'm afraid that he will be closed from now on hahaha! ”

He seemed to be having fun, leaning back and laughing on the big chair.

Frostfall hid outside the bead curtain and watched, the candle shadow swayed, he hugged the young lady, but he was the only one who was cast on the wall, although he was laughing, but he was lonely and pitiful.

The tears of frost rolled down, covered his mouth and collapsed and rushed out of the Embroidery Cloud Palace.

The moon sets in the west.

The recitals on the dragon case have all been processed, Xiao Tingchen quietly blew out the candle and hugged Su wine on the warm couch.

Following.

It was early in the morning, the incense in the temple was gone, and the golden charcoal in the furnace was gradually burned out, but the dragon tent was very warm.

Xiao Tingchen actually didn't sleep all night, lying in the depths of the satin quilt with Su Jiu in his arms, and his fingertips gently caressed her eyelashes.

Outside the hall, the courtiers suddenly shouted:

"Ask the emperor to draft a girl to enrich the harem!"

Dozens of Xichan magnates knelt neatly in the palace and continued to chant without stopping for a moment.

They discussed for a night, and felt that the emperor said that he would not be able to draft a draft girl, but in his heart he must have wanted to recruit beauties very much, after all, what man in the world does not love beauties?

The reason why I say that is just because of the southern Xinjiang forces behind Su Jiu and my own infatuated reputation.

As long as they invite him three or four times, and find him a good step, he must be very willing to draft a draft girl.

In the tent, Xiao Tingchen was stunned.

The big palm lingered on the girl's thin waist and quietly went up along the middle coat.

His little girl is soft everywhere. Delicate, tender, a small lump in his arms, smelling fragrant, he loved it very much.

"Ask the emperor to draft a girl to enrich the harem!"

The magnates kneeling outside the hall were still chattering.

Xiao Tingchen kissed the girl's neck socket and adjusted a comfortable sleeping position for her, "Sister falls asleep first, and I go out to deal with those noisy dogs first." ”

He wore a thin middle coat, draped a coat at random, took a narrow knife, and casually pushed the door and stepped out of the main hall.

He leaned on the vermilion lacquer cylinder and crossed his arms and smiled, "I was too lazy to take care of you yesterday, what's the matter, this is not endless?" ”

At this time, the snow stopped, and the eaves and arches were piled up with snow, and the branches were also white.

The snow reflected Xiao Tingchen's appearance, his long crow green hair was loosely tied to one side, the cinnabar tear mole at the end of his eyes was demonic, and when he laughed, it was like seeing the sun through the clouds, so beautiful that women were ashamed of themselves.

Those magnates secretly said that Xiao Tingchen's skin was really unique in the world, and some of them even showed regret, thinking that if they could be born decades later, maybe they would be the ones who climbed to such a young emperor.

The official at the head walked a few steps on his knees and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, there are three daughters in Weichen's family, all of whom were raised in brocade clothes and jade food, and are willing to dedicate themselves to the emperor as slaves and maids, and serve the emperor with the rest of their lives!" ”

Other officials chimed in.

Xiao Tingchen stared at them, almost laughing.

Yesterday, they were still secretive, saying that what they said was for the sake of the country, but today they were sincere.

He played with the knife and raised an eyebrow playfully.

He was born with a beautiful and heroic appearance, and every time he makes a playful expression, he is always extremely evil and savage, plus he is now untidy, his clothes are open to expose his chest muscles, and the big man who is casually placed on his shoulders shows his long and noble aura, which can be seen by those Xichan female magnates secretly admired.

I can't complain that the empress in the past liked Xiao Tingchen, but now that she is them, she is also excited!

If it weren't for the fact that the man in front of them was really noble, they would even be willing to snatch him into their mansion and pamper Lin Xing day and night.

One of the female magnates, who was over forty years old, swallowed her saliva and suddenly proposed: "If the emperor dislikes the young girl and does not understand the amorous feelings, Weichen is willing to serve the emperor in person!" ”

As soon as these words came out, other female magnates couldn't bear it at all, and followed one after another: "Weichen is also willing to serve the emperor in person!" ”

Xiao Tingchen twitched the corner of his mouth, he is only twenty-six years old this year, and this group of women in their forties, fifties and even sixties are rushing to sacrifice themselves to him, what kind of trouble is this?!

He originally wanted to kill a few people to set an example, but seeing this group of women of his aunt's generation so active and enthusiastic, he couldn't do it.

He exhaled softly, his smile was cold and playful, "I love beauties the most in my life, if anyone has a more beautiful appearance, I am willing to take it, but I look at it, I'm afraid there is no ......"

The long wind blew away the fan of the main hall, and the group of powerful people subconsciously looked into the Xiuyun Palace.

The curtain swayed lightly, and the girl lying on the warm couch, the cloud-like green silk spread on the pillow, even if she didn't wake up, her appearance in the illness was still overwhelming.

At a glance, it is already gorgeous.

It's hard to imagine what she would have been like when she was alive and well.

Only such beauties in the world can be worthy of an emperor like Xiao Tingchen.

Everyone looked at each other, and then they were relieved.

Finally getting them away, Xiao Tingchen turned around and stepped into the Embroidery Cloud Palace.

He closed the door of the temple and hung it on the woods.

As soon as I sat on the warm couch, I noticed a crack in the cuff of my middle coat.

He smiled and stroked the crack with pity, and there was sadness hidden in his tone, "Su Xiaojiu, my middle coat is torn again...... When will you wake up and mend my clothes? ”

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I felt a little sad when I wrote these two chapters