Since that time when she tried to escape, he had to sleep with her every time he saw her, and even held her tightly in his sleep, for fear that she would leave again.

It was really uncomfortable to be locked in his arms and sleep like this. But when she thought that he could only feel at ease in this way, she could only endure it.

The night wind blew swiftly, making the gel of the window lattice drum, and the south wind was noisy, whimpering like a baby's cry.

She couldn't sleep, staring at the curtain that was floating in the breeze. Nan Jingpei rolled over and finally let go of his hand. She was tired, and got up and walked around.

I don't know who is on duty tonight, the courtyard is empty, and there is no one to be seen. The shadows of the trees swayed, and the twigs were almost broken by the wind. Although the wind was strong, it was not too cold, and the wind slept on his face, and he did not feel anything.

I remember that Li Yu had a sentence: The west wind withered the green trees last night. She smiled, although the south wind was warm, it was enough to make the green trees wither.

The lights and candles in the courtyard were blown out by the wind, and the moonlight was bright and starry, but it did not feel dim.

The stout locust tree in the courtyard withered at some point, and there was no canopy like an umbrella, and only bare branches remained.

There was a bamboo basket under the tree, wrapped in red cloth, leaning quietly, but I don't know who placed it here.

A night cat passed by, and the probe sniffed. Suddenly, the green eyes shimmered, and those eyes were round, like high-quality green opals in the hands of collectors.

Hearing the human voice, the cat sighed, jumped on the beam and fled.

She leaned down and lifted the basket. This basket is heavy and weighty.

"Open it and take a look." I don't know who told her.

She didn't pay much attention to it, just gently brushed the red cloth away.

A purple-red thing lay quietly in the basket, and she was calm, and then she could see clearly.

It's a baby!

She felt that her heart couldn't help but suffocate, as if she was choked in her chest, and she couldn't go up or down.

A fleshy baby is out of breath. The whole body is snow-white, but the face is purple.

She wanted to scream, but her throat couldn't make a sound. I wanted to escape, but my body was bound by something and I couldn't move.

The dead baby's furrowed brow widened, and he grinned as if he were grinning.

Suddenly! A sharp noise vibrated her eardrums, as if a blunt knife was scraping against the glass plate, pulling her heartstrings tightly.

"Wake up! Wake up! ”

She was suddenly awakened to find herself lying on the couch. Nan Jingpei had already lit the lights and candles in the room and leaned over to hug her.

"Nightmare?" He wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

"What did you dream about? Tell me about it. He said.

She stared at him, and then she felt her soul slowly return to her body.

Although the dream is reversed, she is pregnant, but she dreams of a dead baby, which always feels a little uncomfortable. The child in her womb is fine, and she doesn't want to bother him with these ethereal things.

He cherished this child very much, and if he knew her dream, he would probably have to follow it for a long time.

She shook her head: "It's nothing, it's just a dream of a tiger." ”

He smiled: "When the flying tiger enters the room, the lord is rich and noble, which is a good omen." ”

Although he said this, the next day he still ordered people to remove all the calligraphy and painting ornaments related to the tiger in the Lantai Palace, and replace them with some new flowers and plants that were calm and calm.

Seven days later, it was the day when Luan drove out of the palace, and he only asked Su Zhaoyi to arrange the ceremonial music in the palace, and she was not allowed to send him off.

She knew that he was afraid that she would be upset, and deliberately did not let her see him accompany other women out of the palace. But she still couldn't let go in her heart, so she quietly took Liu Eryue to Qixiang Gate to take a look.

The car slowly drove out of the capital from Qixiang Gate, mighty and mighty, like a golden dragon.

The people of the capital have not seen the grand occasion of the royal family traveling for a long time, and they have come to join in the fun. The black-pressed crowd knelt from the moat to the west gate, and the sound of shouting long live could still be heard clearly in the ears from miles away.

The royal driving trip is very fast, all the way without stopping, three days has arrived at the foot of Yu Mountain. The eunuchs of the palace had already prepared a soft sedan chair and knelt at the mountain intersection to greet them.

The mountain road is repaired every year, all of which are smooth and smooth bluestone roads, and the eunuchs practice carrying the sedan chair up the mountain all year round, and walk steadily all the way.

Although the emperor usually does not come, they do not dare to slack off for a day. The sedan chair was full of a bowl of water, and the sedan chair was carried from the foot of the mountain to the entrance of the palace. If a drop of water is spilled in the bowl, the eunuch who carries the sedan chair will be punished.

By the time the Emperor came today, they had practiced it a thousand times.

The warm soup for bathing has already been prepared in the palace, and the soup pool is covered with a thick oilcloth, and the eunuch who serves the bath will not lift the oilcloth until the emperor takes off his clothes and walks in.

There are red and bright rose petals floating on the warm soup, and Nanjing Pei frowns slightly, which is a taste that women like.

Sure enough, as soon as he got down to the soup pool, a pair of delicate hands hugged him from behind.

"Are you Xu?" He didn't look back, only asked lightly.

Xu Chongyi's cheek was pressed against his back, and he sneered for a while.

"Concubine Xian Niangniang said that the emperor was tired of driving all the way, so let the concubines come to serve the emperor to bathe."

Nan Jingpei sighed, and asked again: "Why didn't she come herself, but let you come?" ”

Xu Chongyi was silent for a long time before he cautiously asked, "Does the emperor dislike his concubines?" ”

He turned to look at her, Xu Chongyi was delicate, and his complexion became more and more white by this water.

Nan Jingpei lifted her jaw and smiled, "Guess what? ”

Xu Chongyi bit her lip and bowed her head slightly with shame: "The concubine doesn't dare to speculate on the holy will." ”

He walked slowly along the soup pool for a few steps, and said softly, "Rub my shoulders for me." ”

The emperor was rarely willing to give her a chance, Xu Chongyi's eyes suddenly lit up, and a pair of gentle hands touched the emperor's shoulder blades. Her hands were not strong, and after only rubbing them for a while, her shoulders were so tired that they became sore.

He turned and leaned against the wall of the pool and reached out to her. Xu Chongyi stroked the emperor's palm and moved towards him little by little.

As soon as he pulled her, she suddenly lost her center of gravity and fell into his arms.

She had never had such an opportunity to see the emperor up close, nor had she ever had the opportunity to enjoy the emperor's arms. This favor is not easy to come by, and she always wants to be cautious and cautious, as if as long as she is cautious enough, she can extend this grace indefinitely.

Before coming in, Concubine Xian told her to take the initiative, but she was afraid, afraid that if she was too active, the emperor would think she was frivolous. She shrank in Nan Jingpei's arms, in a dilemma.

The emperor looked at her like this, and snorted: "Is I so scary? ”

Xu Chongyi bit her lip, a smile gradually overflowed the corners of her lips, and she shook her head.

"It's not scary, the emperor is the best-looking man in the world that his concubines have ever seen."

"The best-looking man?" He looked at her: "How good-looking?" ”

Looks better than Pan An, Xia Zi Moon Rhyme, Peerless Elegance...... She said a long list in one breath, almost saying all the compliments she knew.

She gasped heavily and looked at the emperor shyly.

Nan Jingpei hooked the corners of his lips: "I can't see it, you still have some knowledge." ”

"The concubine is the daughter of the family, and when she was still in the boudoir, her father invited many gentlemen to teach the class, and her father said that the emperor liked to read the most and was very knowledgeable. If the concubine has an empty belly, she is afraid that she will be disgusted by the emperor. ”

He raised his eyebrows, if a family with some titles in the court gave birth to a daughter, they would always have to be cultivated according to the standards of the concubine. What poems and songs, what piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, learn everything, just to stand out in the draft.

In fact, how can there be so much trouble in the draft? It's just a matter of looking at the family background, looking at the conduct, and then looking at the appearance.

"When the concubine was in the boudoir, she often heard her father praise the emperor. My father often said to his concubines, how can King Xin be compared with King Jing, if King Jing becomes the emperor, it will be the blessing of the society. Therefore, when the concubine was in the boudoir, she admired the emperor very much. ”

Xu Chongyi leaned lightly in his arms, as if she wanted to pour out to him what she had never had the opportunity to say in her life.

He looked at the soup pool lightly, the water surface was slightly rippling, and there was a trace of steam.

When he was King Jing, how desolate was King Jing's Mansion? He built a mansion on his own before King Shin, and he lived alone in his teens. I still remember how frustrated he was at that time, and there was no one in King Jing's mansion during the New Year's holidays. If he hadn't married the first queen and had the support of the first queen's mother's family, he would probably have been pressed by King Xin for the rest of his life.

The sound of water was loud in his ears, mixed with Xu Chongyi's words, and he couldn't hear what Xu Chongyi was saying, so he only hooked the corners of his lips slightly and didn't make a sound.

Xu Chongyi said for a long time, but when she saw that the emperor didn't react, she was a little confused.

"Your Majesty, are you listening?"

The women of the aristocratic family were born to marry the emperor, and they did not know what love was. As soon as they entered the palace, they kept saying how to cherish him, as if they were born to love him.

These women are all the same, true and not true. He didn't look into it, he lowered his head and kissed Xu Chongyi's lips.

Xu Chongyi was startled by his sudden kiss, and almost slipped and fell into the pool. Nan Jingpei supported her arms with both hands, not letting her body slide down.

Xu Chongyi's body gradually became hot, a pair of hot arms gradually gained strength, she grabbed his waist, and guided him little by little with an anti-guest attitude.

He reflexively pressed Xu Chongyi's body against the pool wall, Xu Chongyi was slightly startled, and he pressed it up again.

She only felt a little suffocated, but there was a tingling pain beneath her.

The splash of water gently laps on the walls of the pool, and it is like a rolling wave gently lapping against the soft sand.

Child, give her a child, she thought silently in her heart.

The soreness gradually spread all over her body, she stared at him, her eyebrows frowned slightly, he didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, but she didn't dare to say it.

She shrunk into his arms, at his mercy, and she felt her soul slowly drift out of her body, she was no longer her, a willless body soaked in the pool.

Pain, endless pain.

She bit her lip and couldn't help but snort.

He stopped, holding her arm with one hand. She gasped roughly, barely standing on his back.

He looked at her like a lone wolf.

She stared into his eyes and shuddered.