Chapter 57: Follow Me Back to the Palace
After Zicheng finished speaking, Yun Wei felt that the mouth was suddenly opened, and he was also worried about this ecstasy just now, and with Zicheng's guidance, he felt that he was much more down-to-earth.
"Then I'll trouble Mr. to show you the way tonight, and I'll get out of this ecstasy. You and I will find a tavern and have a good drink. Yun Wei spoke very happily, since he had a right-hand man by his side to help him, the emperor seemed to have a lot less trouble.
"Haha, Your Majesty rarely has Yaxing today, so let's act as soon as possible." Huang Zicheng bowed slightly, although the person in front of him was the emperor, of course he was also his bosom friend.
"But before I go, I have one more thing to do."
After Yun Wei finished speaking, he walked up to Tao'er, he slowly squatted down, stretched out a hand, and gently stroked Tao'er's hair.
Tao'er was a little overwhelmed, and a little anger arose in her heart, and she thought to herself: "Could it be that the emperors are such frivolous people?" ”
Although I was very resentful, I was very timid. The person in front of him is the emperor after all, and what he wants, he will get it no matter what.
Her hair is slender and tufty, and it feels good and smooth to the touch. A burst of warmth came from the vest, and Tao'er couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously ducked back. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and she couldn't tell what it was like.
"Don't move ......"
Warm words rang in his ears, and his palms grew closer and closer until they were pressed against his back.
It was as if his breath had stopped, and he couldn't hear any other sounds, only his own heartbeat ringing in his ears.
A burst of true qi entered her body from behind, and she instantly felt a lot more comfortable.
It turned out that Yun Wei was slowly transporting this true qi through the palm of his hand, healing her.
"Come back to the palace with me and be my woman......"
The mellow voice sounded in her ears, with a bit of warmth, she felt a little numb at the base of her ears, but her face turned red uncontrollably, and she twisted her head to the side, staggering his gaze. His orders were overbearing and unreasonable, and she didn't know how to reply to the emperor's request for a while, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't speak.
There was silence for a while.
Huang Zicheng saw it in his eyes and saw some clues, "Your Majesty, this woman can't speak, so don't ask again." I see that Your Majesty has never been so sincere to any lady, in my words, take her away directly, since ancient times, it is difficult for emperors to seek sincerity. ”
Huang Zicheng is also an infatuated person, and he knows that although the poor man next to him has three palaces and six courtyards, he has never set foot in half a step, and he has mostly drunk and recited poetry with him in the study in the middle of the night, and has also discussed what love is.
The women in this palace are not for the sake of enjoying endless glory and wealth, or for the glory of their ancestors. Since he became the emperor, there are a lot of helplessness, although there are many women around him, they are close to each other and compete for favor, which one is not to please him, and which one is sincere to him.
It's just a pawn in a power struggle.
The ladies of the cardamom years, like flowers and jade, were sent into this palace by their parents. Thinking of this life, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth, and use endless rouge jewelry. How many people have been excited and excited, but they never expected. Entering this palace is like entering a prison, losing a lifetime of freedom, and you must always be on guard against open and secret battles. exhausted all the conspiracy calculations, but he would never see the emperor a few times in his life. In the end, he will be lonely for the rest of his life, guarding this cold palace alone. Slowly boiled to the end of the years, people are old and yellow, and the jade is damaged and the fragrance is eliminated.
The most pitiful are often them.