The snow stops during the day.

The palace was unusually quiet at night, with hardly a sound.

Wind passes through the treetops, occasionally blowing down the snow on them, making a slight "coughing" sound.

At this moment, there was a little more sound, it was Ling Tiancheng's footsteps.

He walked slowly and lightly, as if he were afraid to frighten the wind, but his eyes were always on one place.

The lights in the side hall.

Across the night, the firelight is dim and quiet, and there is a warm feeling, I always feel that walking in like this, like finding a home in life, my heart has calmed down.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, from the main hall to the side hall, it was a short road, but he walked for a long time.

At last everyone reached the door, but they did not rush in, but stood still at the bottom of the steps, their eyes still looking at the light inside.

Zhuang Siyan didn't fall asleep either.

During the day, she was partying, listening to music, and writing so many words on paper, and she was not idle for a moment.

It stands to reason that as soon as she comes back at night, she can fall asleep upside down, but tonight is special, she doesn't know what went wrong, and she has insomnia.

At first, she was still lying in bed and couldn't get up, trying to force herself to brew and force herself to fall asleep, but it didn't take long for her to give up.

The more I slept, the more awake I was, and I thought about a lot of things back and forth, and then I couldn't even close my eyes, so I simply got up.

Ping'er hurriedly stepped forward to wait.

Zhuang Siyan was not so polite, and first asked her to warm a cup of milk tea, and then said, "Lay paper, I want to write." ”

Ping'er was stunned for a moment: "Niangniang, you have been tired all day during the day, and you will write again now, I'm afraid you will be tired, or sit down and rest, right?" ”

Zhuang Siyan: "I can't sleep, I think about a lot of things, if I don't write it down, maybe I'll forget it tomorrow morning, go and lay paper." ”

Ping'er wanted to persuade again, but saw that Zhuang Siyan had already gotten up and walked to the table.

Ping'er didn't dare to delay any longer, and called another palace maid to get up, and the two of them were boiling milk tea while grinding ink and laying paper.

After everything was laid out, Zhuang Siyan let them out and wrote in the house by himself.

This is a private thing, and the palace maids can't look at it, not even Ling Tiancheng.

This is a letter to Ye Yuanpei.

Since she entered the palace, the two have not seen each other again, and listening to Ling Tiancheng's meaning, he took a good fief and then volunteered to be a landlord.

But he, the landlord, has also done too much, and he hasn't even written a letter to her until now?

There is another point, King Rongchang always feels that it is not over, whether it is for King Rongchang or for Ye Yuanpei?

She didn't want to think about these things before, anyway, she couldn't leave the palace now, and it was useless to worry about it.

But I couldn't sleep tonight, so I remembered these things, so let's write a letter to Ye Yuanpei first.

After writing this, there is another one, which is Wen Qing's.

He and Mi Yueqing have been in Jincheng for a long time, one has been looking for it, and the other has no news yet.

This is very strange, if it weren't for Zhuang Siyan's pregnancy now, she would have wanted to go to the south and ask what was going on?

Wen Qing must have had news with Ling Tiancheng, and Zhuang Siyan had also asked him, but he couldn't get a substantive answer at all.

What made her most depressed was that it seemed that Ling Tiancheng was not lying, and he was not in a hurry.

Every time Zhuang Siyan asked about this, he could still find a reason to refute: "She is no longer my concubine, but someone who has a relationship with Wen Qing, if I ask in a hurry, it is inevitable that Wen Qing will not think much about it." ”

"How is that possible? You just said that I asked, Yueqing is my sister, what does he Wen Qing have to say? ”

Ling Tiancheng smiled, no one knew if he asked or not, in short, the next time he talked about it, there was still no news.

Writing letters is a time-consuming task, especially with a brush, one by one, or drying.

To say that this ancient time is really too troublesome, put aside now a phone call, how urgent the matter is also said.

Hey...... Zhuang Siyan sighed and wrote at the same time, but he didn't want his kind sigh to be heard by people outside the house.

Ling Tiancheng had been standing for a while, and he also heard them talking inside, but he didn't plan to go in.

It wasn't until I heard this sigh that I couldn't help but knock on the door.

Ping'er was already by the door, and opened it suddenly.

Seeing that it was Ling Tiancheng who was busy kneeling down, he said loudly: "The emperor has arrived!" ”

When Zhuang Siyan, who was inside, heard this, he panicked, hurriedly put the letter together, and after looking for a long time, he couldn't find a suitable place to put it.

As soon as she put the letter paper into the quilt, Ling Tiancheng entered the house.

"Why don't you sleep at night, sigh while writing?" He approached, looked at the spread of paper, and the pen in Zhuang Siyan's hand and asked.

Zhuang Siyan said nonsense: "Poetry and writing, isn't it just babbling." ”

Ling Tiancheng: "Oh......, what kind of poem are you chanting?" ”

"I forgot about it when you came."

Ling Tiancheng: "......"

He knew that she wasn't chanting any poems, and that everything she had written was lying on the bed, and a corner of the quilt was exposed.

But he never wanted to embarrass her, and since she didn't want him to see it, he should not know.

turned to her side, wrapped one hand around Zhuang Siyan's waist, and held her hand holding the pen with the other: "Then let's think about it together, how about writing another poem?" ”

Zhuang Siyan: "......"

Is there still such an operation?

It doesn't matter if you write poems together, but what does your posture mean?

Ling Tiancheng was tall, holding her from behind, his chin could rest on the top of her head, but he tilted his head sideways, bent slightly, and put his lips to her ear.

The heat of the conversation was sent into her ear porch piece by piece.

Zhuang Siyan only felt that the indoor temperature had risen sharply, and her heart also jumped up with "Woo Yao", and she was inexplicable, wanting to get tired of him, and wanting something to happen.

But the guy held her hand and didn't let go, said some poems paradoxically, and asked her from time to time: "Is this good, but it is suitable for this scene?" ”

Zhuang Siyan's brain became a paste, her ears were out of order, she couldn't hear the words in his mouth, she only felt that the atmosphere was really so tempting, she was about to lose control.

"Can you please not get so close, I ......"

Before she finished her sentence, she felt Ling Tiancheng's face get closer: "What's wrong?" Yan'er, if you stand for too long, you will be tired, I will be better if I support you like this, don't you think it is much easier to put it like this? ”

I really didn't feel it at all, she was very tired, mainly from resisting temptation.

After a while, he found his head again from the temptation lawsuit, and looked at him sideways and asked, "Do you want to talk to me about anything?" ”

Ling Tiancheng blinked: "...... Shall we not go to the couch? ”

Zhuang Siyan almost agreed, the words almost slipped to her mouth, and she swallowed it back again: "Or don't you, have you forgotten that I am pregnant?" It doesn't seem to work at this time, does it? That's what the Imperial Doctor said, right? ”

Ling Tiancheng: "The Imperial Doctor said that the body is too weak for the first two months, but I see that you are very strong, and you usually walk with the wind, so there seems to be no problem." ”

"No, no, no, your majesty, you're wrong, I'm as soft as a willow, I'm really not strong, what, can you stand up straight, keep blowing into my ears, itchy......"

Ling Tian let out a long sigh and really straightened up.

But Zhuang Siyan's face changed color instantly, and he regretted not falling.

They were indoors, the charcoal fire was good, and the temperature was also very high, so Zhuang Siyan only wore thin obscene clothes.

After Ling Tiancheng came in, he also took off his clothes outside, and the two of them had been intimate at the table for a long time.

In this case, all normal men and women will have some reactions.

To put it bluntly, he is controlling himself by willpower, and he is afraid that the child in Zhuang Siyan's belly will not be able to stand it.

It's good at this time, I was originally looking backwards, but as soon as I stood up straight, that place just reached Zhuang Siyan's waist.

Feeling too sensitive, hot and hard, Zhuang Siyan was only stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly leaned forward.

But there was a table in front of her, and as soon as she leaned over like this, her stomach hit the table.

Fortunately, Ling Tiancheng's hand was still wrapped around her waist, and that piece happened to be cushioned by his hand, but when the person was circled back, he encountered the same embarrassment.

The two were struggling with whether to do something, and Li Fu, who saved his life, came.

The old eunuch didn't understand the amorous style, and called Ling Tiancheng outside with a sharp voice, saying that it was time to make the morning come.

Ling Tiancheng lowered his eyes and looked under him, whether he let go of Zhuang Siyan, and when he turned around to get the cloak, he glanced at her quilt from the corner of his eye.

Even if there really is no Li Fu, nothing will happen to them, right?

The little woman was hiding a secret, and how could she be broken by him, she was just busy in vain and made herself uncomfortable.

Zhuang Siyan was obedient like a rabbit, standing still obediently, watching Ling Tiancheng put on his clothes, walked to her side again, and kissed her on the forehead, she didn't dare to say a word.

The door of the inner hall rang, and she heard Ping'er's voice sending off the emperor, so she put a heart back in her stomach.

As if he had a spring under his feet, he hurriedly jumped to the edge of the bed and cleaned up the paper on it in a few moments.

When Ping'er came in, she saw her stunned at the ink-stained quilt.

Ping'er was puzzled: "How did the mother write on the bed?" ”

Zhuang Siyan didn't speak, and looked at her meaningfully.

I don't know what unsightly picture this girl thought of, so she made herself blushing first, and while quickly going up to pick up the quilt, she also whispered to Zhuang Siyan: "Niangniang, you are pregnant now, or the first two months, be careful, bear with it left and right, and it will be fine after this time." ”

Zhuang Siyan: "......"

What did she endure? The ink on the quilt was wronged, and they were not so heavy-mouthed, and they had to play with these things on the bed with a pen.

It seems that there are some things that will be self-taught when you are older, this Ping'er has been in the palace for a long time, and she knows more than her.

The master and servant had their own thoughts, and neither dared to mention it again, one was busy changing a new quilt and going out, and the other simply climbed into bed and began to make up for it.

didn't make up for it, only squinted and remembered those letters, hurriedly got up again, took advantage of Ling Tiancheng to go to the court, hurriedly found something to load, went to the palace gate again, and handed it over to her own people to send out.