"Queen, the king took the initiative to come tonight, and he must still have a friendship for the queen in his heart." Quietly smiled and came in with the freshly made dim sum from the imperial dining room, and when she saw Shen Ying'er sitting in front of the window to make up, she knew that she was in a good mood.

"Well, you're back. How is my father? Shen Ying'er turned her head and asked.

"Good, good, all good, all good." Looking at Shen Ying'er with a smile in her eyebrows, the whole person was a lot more energetic, and she couldn't help but be happy.

"Queen, the king is here tonight, you must prepare well." Jing Mo instructed.

Hearing this, Shen Ying'er was originally happy, but her expression suddenly sank. She sighed softly, holding the comb with a gloomy look on her head and combing her hair absentmindedly.

"Well, you don't know. The king took me without half a friendship, don't talk to me...... Whether he comes or not, it's the same. Shen Ying'er said faintly, thinking that every time the king was forced by his father to come to his Afang Palace, the two of them were relatively silent, and he went to bed with a cold face after dinner, as if he was not in the room. Don't say what you say, even a straight eye, there is no one.

Jing Mo looked at Shen Ying'er distressed, and said to her in a slow tone: "Queen, this man's heart can't stand the water. You are good to the king, and the king sees it. The old body said something that should not be said, if it weren't for the fox spirit of the Bao Kingdom who didn't know what evil magic he used to confuse the king, our king would not have snubbed the queen to this point. ”

Shen Ying'er sighed lightly, in this full palace, except for her and several important ministers of the court, other people thought that the current king was the one who had been the prince for many years, and then took over the throne because of the death of the first king. Although the prince and her friendship are not deep, after all, she can still speak, occasionally singing under the moon, and her glamorous singing voice is also exchanged for a few praises from the princess and the prince. But today's king......

When Shen Ying'er thought of this, she couldn't help but feel sad again.

"Well, you don't know why."

"Queen, you are the queen of this heavenly dynasty, but in this deep palace, how many women are staring at your position, what they want is the honor and glory of their mother's family for thousands of generations. If you are so self-defeating, how can you gain a foothold in this house? ”

Shen Ying'er was silent.

The twilight was faint, and Gong Sheng sat alone in the garden of Afang Palace with a wine cup.

He sat on the stone bench in a daze and drank, the bleakness in the Guanghan Palace, floating in the east wind, he took out the green jade flute on his waist and blew it faintly.

The cool wind hit the crimson palace wall. On one side of the small window, the beauty is full of tears, and the king has three grievances, but he lives up to his death.

After Gong Sheng finished singing, a few finches landed on the branches, shaking their heads and staring at Gong Sheng.

Gong Sheng picked his lips slightly, and a pair of deep eyes were dyed with wine charm, and they became chaotic. He was drunk, and he raised the short flute in his hand above his eyebrows and looked at it in a daze.

"You still have a debt to her in this life." Gong Sheng sighed lightly, then turned around and shook his body and walked towards the warm room that exuded a faint fragrance.

On the dead tree behind him, the birds were scattered, and between the mottled branches, only a short blue and white flute swayed.

The cold wind swept by, and the drunken sound rose, like an elegy, sending a place of affection.

Gong Sheng swayed into the Afang Palace, and looked straight at Shen Ying'er who was in tears.

"The King." Shen Ying'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Gong Sheng looked at her and squeezed out of his throat: "I'm sorry." With that, he hugged Shen Ying'er horizontally and walked towards the golden octagonal incense tent.

Gong Sheng put Shen Ying'er on the bed with a drunken body, his movements were very light, but he was still so cold.

Shen Ying'er's heart was beating wildly, she trembled her hands to untie his clothes, and Gong Sheng didn't resist, just looked at her without any emotion, as if her soul had left her body and floated far away. What pressed on her in front of her was nothing more than a bunch of walking corpses in splendid dragon robes.

Shen Ying'er looked at Gong Sheng's expression, and couldn't help but sigh softly, her beating heart gradually calmed down, and she slowly fell off Gong Sheng's clothes layer by layer.

It wasn't until she touched his waist that she began to hesitate.

Although she has been in the Prince's Mansion for many years, she has always been just a yellow flower girl raised in the Prince's Mansion, not to mention serving the Prince, or warming the bed and other things, which have never been done. But now, her first man is in front of her, this man is not what she loves, and this man does not love her.

Suddenly, Gong Sheng grabbed her hand, and asked her hesitantly with cold eyes, "...... Never served Brother Wang before? ”

When Shen Ying'er heard Gong Sheng talking to her, she couldn't help but start beating uncontrollably again. She nodded with wide eyes and a crimson cheek.

Seeing this, Gong Sheng's brows furrowed even deeper.

He squeezed a sentence out of his throat in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry." As he spoke, he began to untie Shen Ying'er's clothes.

The aggressive lips were also pasted domineeringly, Shen Ying'er was nervous, she seemed to feel that her body was out of her control. She opened her eyes and watched Gong Sheng kiss herself almost frantically with her eyes lowered, and she couldn't help but feel that everything was unreal.

His aggressive lips and tongue are constantly fighting on the battlefield, and the pungent smell of wine is disorienting.

They hugged and separated, parted and embraced. From thunderstorms to soft breezes and drizzles, from icebergs to scorching hearts, this night, he finally became her king, and she finally became a veritable queen.

One night**, three shots a day.

When Shen Ying'er woke up, she only felt sore, but her heart was warm, and she kept repeating all the things of last night in her head, and she couldn't help but laugh softly.

She had never seen a king who was so gentle and warm to her, that kind of warm possession, that kind of heartbeat of confusion, that kind of harmony of water and milk, even when she first met the prince, she had never had. Now that she has finally become a complete woman, she has her king.

"Is the queen awake?" Jing Mo came in with a group of maids with toiletries on his face.

Shen Ying'er looked at it, and saw that the maids seemed to be holding shiny things in their hands, and Shen Ying'er was in a good mood, so she got up curiously to check.

Jing Mo instructed on the side: "Don't take it yet, let the queen choose." ”

As he spoke, several maids lined up and displayed all the plates of gorgeous jewelry in front of Shen Ying'er.