Wuchen used Lingtong to turn into an illusion, and told the story of Miss Zhang and Meng Zihao to the little concubine Niangniang, who was being favored by the way, and repeatedly emphasized that Meng Zihao is a generation of literary and opera stars, and the royal country must be assisted by Meng Zihao to be peaceful, and the position of the little concubine must be ensured by the world's talented daughter Miss Zhang, Xiao Wuchen asked the little concubine to ask the emperor to rush to the marshal's mansion to rescue Meng Zihao, and the rest of the matter depends on Meng Zihao's creation.

After Xiao Wuchen finished his instructions, he pushed the concubine's primordial spirit back into the concubine's body from the illusion.

The little concubine only felt her body fall rapidly from the sky, and her whole body shook violently, and she woke up in fright.

The little concubine was drenched in sweat, and felt that she seemed to be holding something in her hand, and with a slanted eye, what she was holding in her hand was the fetal brush given by the little fairy in her dream.

The little concubine is completely awake now, the emperor Lao'er, who is already in his fifties, has a bearded face that is still close to the little concubine's pink chest, and the fat head brain is still pillowed on the little concubine's jade arm, the little concubine only feels that her arm is numb and has difficulty breathing, so she secretly carefully holds up the emperor's head and gently puts it on the soft pillow that exudes the fragrance of roses.

After putting the emperor's head away, the little concubine sat up quietly, picked up the fetal brush in her hand and looked at it carefully.

A strand of green silk hanging down from the fetal hair pen is just put on it not long ago, black and shiny, soft and smooth, at a glance it is the hair of the girl's blood and blood in the period of abundance, and the soft hair on the tip of the pen forms a sharp contrast.

The little concubine continued to look at the barrel of the pen made of jade, and was immediately attracted by the inscription on the barrel.

On the inscription poem, the names and birthdays of Meng Zihao and Zhang Yulan are carved side by side.

In that feudal era, love was really a luxury, and it was even more difficult for the daughter of the emperor's official family to ascend to the sky.

Most of them have become tools for political marriages, or bargaining chips for consolidating status and power.

This Miss Zhang is daring to pursue true love so boldly, which really makes the little concubine sigh.

The little concubine was holding a fetal brush, and the emperor had woken up for some time, and was quietly observing this incomparably beautiful little concubine for a while.

When the emperor saw that the concubine was looking at a brush for a long time, he was puzzled, and the majesty of the emperor was naturally revealed.

The emperor's voice was not high, but the tone was heavy, and the emperor asked, "What's wrong with Concubine Ai, what kind of thing you look at like a god?" ”

The little concubine was in a trance, and suddenly heard the emperor speak, obviously startled.

After all, the emperor is an emperor, although he is a person who sleeps in the same bed and has a close relationship with each other, he is also the master of all people, and he holds the power of life and death.

As long as the emperor is unhappy, a word can make the little concubine go from heaven to hell, and there are 3,000 concubines in the harem, and almost every year someone is beaten into the cold palace, so it is said that the companion is like a tiger, and he really does not dare to take it lightly.

This is also the sorrow of the little concubine since she entered the palace, how much the little concubine misses the period when she sold flowers in the flower shop, the emperor came to buy flowers every day, and then gave them to her, and every time there were poems inscribed in the flowers.

It's a pity that he will never come back during that time, the emperor is the emperor, he shoulders the common people in the world, holds the power of life and death, and is most afraid that others will see through his mind, so he can't become a friend, and the little concubine is no exception.

When the emperor asked this, the little concubine was really startled, and the little concubine hurriedly dropped the fetal brush in her hand, leaned down to the emperor's chest coquettishly, and constantly stroked the strong muscles on the emperor's chest with her hand, and said delicately, "The concubine is really damned, I don't know that the emperor woke up, ignored it, and asked the emperor to condemn it." ”

The emperor hugged the waist of the little concubine and sighed, "There are husband and wife in bed, and under the bed are monarchs and ministers, now in bed, the concubine does not have to be polite."

The emperor comforted the timid concubine who was lying on his chest like a little rabbit, then sat up, picked up the fetal brush that the concubine put on the pillow, looked left and right and frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Aifei, where did this fetal calligraphy come from, and how did it get in Aifei's hands." ”