Chapter 132: Dry Firewood
"Marry me, and you will be the queen of Dajing."
Her eyes flickered slightly, but it was only a very short moment, and those dark eyes regained their tranquility again, and the young emperor was full of anticipation, and slowly sank to the bottom of the water in that unwavering gaze.
She let his hand hang in the air, and said slowly: "Thanks to the love of the saint, but I am afraid that the courtiers are not talented, and I will inherit the honor of the queen." β
He understood that there were too many things mixed in his words, and it was understandable that he couldn't impress her.
He is not usually impatient and impatient, nor is he eager for quick success, but driven by an inexplicable impulse, he reached out and pulled her up from the ground, hugged her waist in her resistance, and whispered: "The first time I saw you, I was very moved. β
The fair, thin young man was out of place with everyone present, and his voice and intonation of her voice were still fresh in his memory to this day.
"You probably don't believe it, that day on the willow shooting field, since you appeared, I can only see you in my eyes."
At this time, she applied a little powder, her eyebrows and eyes were more profound and distinct, and even the frightened frowning in his arms made his heart throb.
He tightened his grip on her and ordered, "Don't move, look at me." β
Her chest heaved and her eyes filled with panic. His sudden confession made her mind a little confused.
He was short of breath, tried his best to restrain the impulse from the depths of his heart, and continued: "When I didn't know that you were my daughter, I wanted to ask Shen Hanxi for you, but at that time, I had too many worries in my heart and missed the opportunity. Today, it is my blessing that the Imperial Grandmother has sent you to me. β
His gaze became deeper and deeper: "I was born in the emperor's family, and there are many people who can't help themselves, even if I ascend to the throne and become the supreme of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, many things are not up to me, including who to choose as the queen. β
A hoarse voice wrapped in a warm breath fell on her cheeks: "However, the queen I want to choose is exactly the person I want. It's like I'm dreaming. If it was a dream, I'd rather not wake up. β
She stepped back in a panic, her back bumped into the tea table behind her, and her tone was frightened: "The saint is not dreaming, and the courtiers are not the harem beauties you can be happy with, you ...... Be sensible! β
Because of her words, his spiritual platform, which had been covered by clouds and fog barriers, regained some clarity.
He...... What's going on?
Looking down at the person in her arms, I saw that her face was flushed with fright, fine sweat appeared next to her sideburns, and her ears were a little red because of excitement, she moved uncomfortably, and rubbed her body against him, and the urge he had just resisted was once again uncontrollably stirred by her.
Today, I don't know what happened, there was an unusual heat, flowing through his limbs, and he looked at her delicate lips like peach blossoms, and his mind blurred again.
Driven by that heat, he lowered his head and said, "Shaowei, don't refuse me." β
Although he tried his best to resist, the more he resisted, the clearer the sensation in his body became, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
She sensed that something was wrong with him and asked him in a trembling voice, "Holy Lord, what's wrong with you?" β
He's still fine, why did he change a person in a blink of an eye?
She stretched out her hand to push him away, only to see that his face was flushed, and he was already covered in sweat after a short time.
He spat out a phrase from between his teeth: "If you don't want to, then ...... Go away some. β
The hand holding her back loosened a little, she hurriedly dodged to the side, and when she saw his gaze fall on the teapot on the table, her heart couldn't help but move, revealing a look of disbelief: "Holy Lord, is it difficult in this tea?" β
He gasped and said in a low voice: "It seems that the imperial grandmother wants to be foolproof. He smiled again, "It's okay, I'm the only one who drank this tea." β
If both of them drink, and the lonely man and widow are alone, they will surely dry up the firewood and burn the fire.
Song Ran hurriedly rushed to the door of the temple and shouted loudly, but the door of the hall was closed, and no matter how she shouted, no one responded. Her face couldn't help but turn a little pale, it seemed that the Empress Dowager was not going to let herself go today. When he turned around, he saw that the Son of Heaven was already a little unstable on his feet, and his hands were propped up on the tea table, and his movements were so big that he almost broke the tea cup.
It can be seen that he endured very hard.
Song Ran didn't dare to rush forward, but seeing him in such pain, she couldn't bear it, so she could only knock on the door heavily, hoping that someone would pass by and open the door. However, this is Renshou Palace, and the Empress Dowager did not speak, so the palace people outside all pretended not to hear it.
The Son of Heaven was about to endure to the limit, reason and lust were at war in his body, and when reason was about to be swallowed up, a man's voice suddenly came from outside the hall: "This official has urgent business to find the saint, open the door." β
That voice was simply heavenly for Song Ranyan.
When the door of the temple opened, she saw a man standing outside the door, wearing a plain silk collar shirt and black boots. The flower rhino belt around his waist indicates that he is a second-class official, but the outfit on his body is clearly the dress of a minister.
The ministers in this palace, the second-class official residence, only the palm seal of the master of ceremonies.
The person who came was Li Moting.
He only glanced at Song Ran lightly, then looked at the Son of Heaven in the hall, and instructed the two eunuchs behind him: "The Holy Lord is not in good health, go and help." β
The palace people immediately stepped forward and helped the Son of Heaven, who had almost lost his mind due to the power of the medicine.
Li Moting didn't ask anything, but as if he had grasped the whole situation, he asked lightly: "Shengshang, should you go to the Tai Hospital, or go to Concubine Shu's place?" β
When the saint was still a prince, he only married one side concubine, and that was this lady concubine. He has just ascended the throne now, and he has not had time to fill the harem, so naturally the only thing he can go to is the Zhongxiu Palace where Concubine Shu is located.
The Son of Heaven glanced at Song Ran, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Go to the Tai Hospital." β
Li Moting answered, and let people leave with the Son of Heaven in his arms.
He himself didn't follow immediately, but stopped in front of Song Ran, and a sly light flashed in his eyes: "If I come a little late, it seems to be very interesting." β
Song Ran was shocked, and when he heard his words, the corners of his lips couldn't help twitching slightly.
He didn't say anything more, walked forward leisurely, caught up with the emperor's chariot, and heard the other party whisper: "Li Zhangyin, send me to Zhongxiu Palace." β
Li Moting's eyes couldn't help but have a smile flashing. Today's saint is a smart person, if he goes to the Tai Hospital, this matter will be a big trouble, not only the Empress Dowager is unhappy, but he himself has no face as a man. However, in front of the person he likes, it is difficult for him to say that he will go to other women.
His Majesty is still young, and when he met his beloved girl, he was ...... Such innocence.
Song Ran was summoned to the palace, and Shaoyuan couldn't help but be anxious. After all, it was the palace inside, and it was a place that was difficult to reach by the Relief Pavilion and the Mo family's forces, and her entering the palace alone was tantamount to entering the Longtan Tiger's Den. I don't know what the Queen Mother is and what she wants to do to her.
He couldn't sit still, so he took Shang Xiang to Xiao Mansion and let Xiao Yan find a way. When Xiao Yan learned of this, his expression sank. The intention of the Empress Dowager, he guessed eight or nine and did not leave ten, he thought that Renshou Palace would take action, and he would always wait for the 100-day mourning period of Emperor Daxing to pass, who knew that her old man's action would be so fast.
I'm probably afraid of long nights and dreams.
Seeing that he was straightening his sleeves and not speaking, Shaoyuan couldn't help but hurriedly said: "Brother Xiao, you have something to say, will Shaowei be in danger?" β
"Miss Mo represents the entire Mo family, the Empress Dowager will not treat her well, and the second son can relax for the time being. It's not easy for me, a foreign minister, to ask about the affairs of the inner palace, but I can ask someone to inquire about the news. Once we have the exact news, it's not too late to make a plan. β
Shaoyuan is anxious: "If I can wait, I won't come to you!" Can't you take me into the palace and go to Shaowei? β
"It's not that this matter can't be arranged, it's just that this is not something that can be done overnight, and the second son has to wait for me to find an opportunity."
He must have a legitimate reason to enter the palace himself, let alone bring someone in, so he naturally has to make a careful plan.
Shaoyuan didn't understand him at all, and roared: "Shaowei's matter, you are not in a hurry at all!" After all, she was your fiancΓ©e, and you almost died because of you, and you didn't care about her safety at all! Xiao Yan, I really misread you! Shang Xiang, let's go! β
Xiao Yan looked at the back of the other party scolding and leaving, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Mo Ergongzi's temperament of liking anger in a hurry has not changed.
He sorted out his emotions, groaned slightly, and called his subordinates: "Go and get my official uniform, prepare the sedan chair, and I want to face the saint." β
Perhaps, meeting the saint directly is the fastest way to find out about her situation.
When changing clothes, he ordered lightly: "Keep an eye on the second son, he likes to mess around, don't let him cause anything." He asked again, "Is there any movement over there in the Shen Mansion?" β
The other party shook his head and sighed: "This time, Shen Hanxi is really calm. β
The Holy Lord's drastic dismissal of the court guards, especially the Xiting, who was in charge of the prison, has almost existed in name only, and I heard that the command of the Xiting has made Helan Jue very close to a certain cabinet member in the past few days, and he should also be planning another way out. Two days ago, someone witnessed him clash with the commander of the Eastern Court, Long Pan, and almost didn't fight on the street.
Once people are not in harmony, it is only a matter of time before they fall apart.
Xiao Yan wiped away the emotions in his eyes, and sat down in the official sedan chair parked at the door.
The sedan chair carrying the book of the criminal department went all the way towards the palace gate, and Shaoyuan returned to the Song Mansion angrily, kicked the door open, and said impatiently: "Old man Zhong, I want to drink tea!" β
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a strange man, dressed in silver-gray brocade, with a long and well-proportioned figure, just a back, but exuding an aura of self-esteem. He turned his head when he heard the voice, his voice was beautiful but cold: "Second son of Mo." β
Shaoyuan's eyes couldn't help but sink, and almost instinctively erected a thorn all over his body, and said, "Who are you?" β
Compared with his defense, the other party's demeanor was much more comfortable: "In Hangzhou Mansion, we have seen it." β
He approached, saw the man's face clearly, and couldn't help but be surprised: "It's you?" β
Although his memory is not excellent, he has always remembered beautiful people. The perfect face in front of him, he couldn't forget it. When he was in Hangzhou, he hid in this man's carriage and was seen through by him at a glance.
"Who the hell are you?"
The man raised his well-shaped eyebrows and said, "My surname is Shen, Shen Hanxi." β