Along the way, He was thinking about Hong's identity, until he arrived at Xingyuan, an inner attendant and two palace maids came forward to serve, He Fang woke up like a dream, and it turned out that his beloved was actually today. He thought back to her two encounters with Hiro, even though they had come to her mind every day.

I don't know how long it took, but when I heard a commotion outside, He got up and walked to the door, only to hear the voice of the waiter: "Your Majesty, the slaves are leaving." Then came the sound of all the departing footsteps. As soon as He slowly retreated to the couch, the door was pushed open, and Hong appeared in front of He's eyes.

He had imagined the two of them seeing each other countless times, but he never expected it to be what it is now. He stood in place, not knowing what to do for a while.

Hong stepped forward quickly, hugged her into his arms, and gently stroked her back, which felt like that day at the post house. He was in a trance for a while, and he forgot where he was. Hong just hugged her like this and never let go for a long time. Tears flowed down the corners of He's eyes, Hong leaned over and kissed He's tears gently, and slowly pressed his lips to He's lips again, kissing the woman he was looking forward to deeply.

He had never felt this way before, and gradually relaxed from her nervousness, and she began to kiss her beloved affectionately. Hong picked He up, and He's whole body tensed up again. On top of the collapse, Hong did not untie her skirt in a hurry, but continued to kiss He affectionately, step by step, from lips to neck. He felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and it seemed that there were spirits dancing in his body. Hong gently untied He's skirt, gently stroked her, and kissed He's body from top to bottom a little bit, He's body was like a flood, she was completely aroused by Hong's desire in her body, and couldn't help but start moaning softly, and the two were lingering, extremely hot.

This night, Hong was like a teenager who had just waded into the clouds and rain, back and forth, several times, until the morning light penetrated the window, and the two hugged each other and fell asleep.

When He woke up in a daze, he found that Hong was no longer around. She thought back to last night, and gently pinched her face with her fingers, only to be sure that it was not a dream.

He got up and put on a piece of clothing, and as soon as one foot stepped on the ground, a palace maid heard the sound and entered. Coming in were six palace maids who were good-looking and about the same age as Jixiang. Each person held different items in their hands, gargles, basins, bronze mirrors, hairpin ornaments, and dresses, and knelt neatly in front of He.

At this time, Sanbao walked in with a smile on the corner of his mouth, bowed to He, and said, "Your Majesty Mao Zheng will go to the court, and the slave will wait for you." He was shy, but he didn't say anything. Seeing this, Sanbao continued: "These handmaidens were selected by the slaves for you, let them bathe and change your clothes first. At this hour, Your Majesty should have gone down to the court, and he should have reviewed the recital in the imperial study. Your Majesty will tell the slave, and when you wake up, let the slave inform him. He smiled and thanked the Three Treasures, who saluted again and turned to leave.

When He Mu came out of the bath to change clothes, he was surprised to find that all the dresses fit perfectly, and they were all his favorite lotus color.

Seeing that He was stunned, the leading palace maid smiled and said to He: "Your Majesty found a palace maid with a similar figure to you, and Your Majesty personally made a comparison for the embroidery girls to make it." ”

He was moved in his heart, but it was inconvenient to say anything. At this moment, the Three Treasures stood outside the door and said to the inside: "Your Majesty has left the imperial study, and you will be there immediately." ”

As soon as the words fell, Hiroshi stepped into the temple gate. Everyone in the hall hurriedly knelt down, and He also wanted to salute, but Hong grabbed her and looked her up and down with love in his eyes. With so many palace maids on the side, He was seen with a crimson face. Seeing her like this, Hong liked it more and more, so he said softly: "Don't be restrained, this is our home." Will they serve you food? He shook his head, and when he saw that Hongmian was displeased, he hurriedly explained: "It's the concubine who is sleeping." Hong caressed He's face lovingly, then turned to Sanbao and said, "Go and pass the meal." ”

So, Sanbao led the way in front, and Hong only took He's hand, passed through one hall, and entered another hall.

There were already many attendants standing on both sides of the hall, and when they saw the holy car entering, they knelt down and bowed. Hong raised his hand to signal everyone to get up, and there were palace maids entering one after another to set up the chopsticks and set the plates. Hong Lahe sat beside him, and Sanbao and another chamberlain stood beside the two of them.

Sanbao put a bowl of crucian carp soup, held Yu He in both hands, and said: "Your Majesty has consulted Wang's family, knowing that you love to eat crucian carp soup, and the imperial chef is specially ordered to make it for you." He was more and more moved in her heart, and she smiled affectionately at Hong. Although He first entered the palace forbidden, he also knew the unspeakable rules of food, and the two of them exchanged eyebrows during the banquet, and the meal was ambiguous and intimate.

After the meal, the waiters waited for the two to wash their hands and rinse their mouths, and when everything was in order, the waiters withdrew one after another, leaving only the three treasures to serve on the side.

Hong smiled and looked at He, and said, "Wear thick clothes, I will take you to the garden for a walk." Along the way, Hong always held He's hand and told He about all the places in the line. He looked at them one by one and remembered them carefully. The two of them held hands and walked the entire journey until the sun set, and then returned to the palace.

When the two returned to the house, the attendants stepped forward to change their clothes. When everything was in order, Hiro motioned for everyone to retreat.

Hong approached He, gently pulled her hands up, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and looked at He Dao with a happy expression: "From today on, no one can hurt you, and I will protect you for the rest of my life." ”

He looked at Hong in a daze, and was a little overwhelmed for a while. Hong is an emperor and a man, and he has even more pity for the woman in front of him, who is like a flower but is pitiful.

Hong gently pulled He to sit down together, and said to her softly: "The past is not memorable. From now on, I will be your husband, I will love you and protect you, and I will be inseparable from you. ”

When He heard this, he couldn't restrain himself anymore, and fell into Hong's arms and cried bitterly. Hong gently helped her up, wiped away her tears, looked at He affectionately, and said, "Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son!" ”

He listened to Hong's confession, although his eyes were still sour, but he no longer cried, and a warm current gushed in his heart, so he nodded firmly to Hong.

Hong saw that He had calmed down, so he smiled and said to He: "In the past six months, I often want to see you at the first time, your smile is so pure, like a fairy. For the rest of my life, I will see you every day. ”

He snorted and laughed, and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, is this a concubine to be a line puppet?" ”

Hong shook his head and said softly: "Between you and me, don't call it that, it seems to be angry." I was the eldest of my brothers, and when I was a child, my grandmother called me Motoro, and since she died, no one has called me so. ”

He naughtily stretched out his little finger and said to Hong: "Then let's pull the hook, if no one is around in the future, you will no longer be Your Majesty." ”

Hong laughed, gently hooked the tip of He's nose with his index finger, and stretched out his little finger to hook He. After a pause, Hong smiled, stroked He's face, and said, "Since last night, there has been no more He in this world." You are the love of my heart, more than treasures, and I will call you Bao'er in the future, okay? ”

He was stunned for a moment, then nodded shyly, and leaned over to rest his head on Hong's lap.

Another night of lingering.

The early winter morning is still cold.

In the palace, Tuoba Hong gently pulled his arm from under He's neck and quietly got up. As soon as Hong stepped down from the imperial collapse, he heard He ask softly: "Yuan Lang, is this going to the early dynasty?" ”

Hong retracted his feet, turned around and leaned down, and said to He in a soft voice: "You can sleep again, just at the beginning of Mao." ”

He lifted the corners of the quilt, sat up, and said with a smile: "Duyan The king enjoys the glory of the world, but he works very hard than ordinary people. ”

Hongcai got up, before he could change his clothes, and when he heard what He said, he smiled and said: "The way of the king should be based on virtue and pray for eternal life." If I am slack, how can I be worthy of being a king? ”

He pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "Then let the concubine come and wait for Yuan Lang to change his clothes!" As he spoke, he pulled Hong down with him.

Hearing this, Sanbao brought the attendants and palace maids into the house to wash and change clothes for Tuoba Hong and He.

After the two of them finished washing, He slowly walked to Hong, reached out to take the court clothes in the hands of the chamberlain, put them on for Hong with his own hands, and then put on the crown for Hong with the three treasures.

Hong looked at his beloved woman with a smile, and felt in his heart that for many years, no matter which woman he was with in the harem, they were always quietly watching the attendants change their clothes, or their faces were full of sincerity and fear, or they were proud, but they had never changed his clothes and crowned him with his own hands like He, as intimate as an ordinary husband and wife.