Mo Guhan, a man who is so cold and hard, would come out with such a funny name, Yuehua couldn't help laughing, and laughed out loud: "Hee-hee-ha-ha? ”

Rong Xiang instantly smiled, and slapped his thigh: "The queen mother finally laughed, and the slave will go back to the emperor." ”

Yuehua was a little stunned, and she didn't react for a while.

Mama Wei pursed her lips and sent Rong Xiang out of the door, turned around and said to Yuehua with a smile: "It's hard to believe that the emperor has come up with such a way to coax Niangniang to be happy." ”

Yuehua only reacted, there was a mechanism in this name, and she was angry and laughing in her heart, and most of the resentment in her heart had come out these days.

Is this another way for him to coax himself?

When he was angry, he hated to destroy the world, but he just used a little trick, and he didn't even need sweet words, and his anger disappeared in an instant.

In this world, there is always such a person who will make you red-eyed countless times, but smile again and again to forgive.

Yuehua, Mama Wei, and Xiangshen made a nest for the two rabbits with cotton, which is also the appearance of a rabbit, but the head is big, the tail is short, the mouth is open, and the upper jaw has two big front teeth. Inside the mouth is the nest of two rabbits, put on the kang head of the warm kang, and the two rabbits set up camp next to Yuehua.

At first, the two rabbits were not in peace, and would sneak out, get into Yuehua's quilt, or jump on top of her, and refuse to go back to the nest to sleep in peace.

Yuehua tossed until nearly half of the night, and finally couldn't screw them, so she fell asleep on the side of the pillow.

Mo Guhan came to Qingqiu Palace after Yuehua was already asleep. Rong Xiang knocked on the door of the Qingqiu Palace, which had already been closed, with a lantern, and stopped the little eunuch from speaking out in time.

The emperor is coming, and naturally the road is smooth, and he should avoid it. Mo Guhan quietly touched Yuehua's tent, and he didn't need to be served, he untied his clothes, faded away from the cold, and landed into the tent conveniently.

Yuehua slept soundly, but the two rabbits woke up, jumped up with a "puff", and burrowed back into their nests.

Mo Guhan was shocked. When he looked at it, he smiled dumbly.

Yuehua heard the movement and muttered, "Don't make trouble!" Then he groped around the pillow with his eyes closed in a daze, and was caught by Mo Guhan.

She turned her face in fright, her sleepy-eyed eyes instantly cleared, and she was busy getting up, but she was pressed by Mo Guhan and lay down again, covered with a brocade quilt.

"Sleep!" Mo Guhan's voice was full of tiredness.

As soon as he came in from outside, there was still cold air on his body, and he hugged Yuehua's soft body, and immediately felt the heat rise in his body.

Yuehua blushed and struggled twice uneasily: "Your Majesty." ”

Mo Guhan took a deep breath, stretched out his arms to take her into his arms, rested his chin on her delicate shoulder socket, closed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Yuehua immediately understood the meaning of his words, and her voice was as low as a gnat: "There is still some ...... in the waist Hurt. ”

Mo Guhan was a little farther away from her soft body, a wisp of warm fragrance still rushed to his nose, and he secretly gritted the root of his back teeth: "If you don't want to have a backache, go to bed honestly!" ”

Yuehua was immediately frightened and didn't dare to move, and stiffened most of her body: "Yes......"

Her heart was beating "poof, poof", she only felt flustered, and her breathing was disordered, but she didn't dare to struggle, closed her eyes tightly, and secretly beat the drum in her heart for a long time, feeling that her body was getting hotter and hotter, and she didn't know how many times warmer than when she was alone, and she slowly fell asleep.

Mo Guhan listened to her breathing slowly become more even, and then slowly opened a pair of cold star-like eyes, and laughed at himself: "I am really embarrassed by this emperor, there is no one before and no one after me." ”

But it was a tight arm, and he pecked her earlobe dotingly, seeing that she was still muttering in her sleep, and a smile slowly bloomed at the corner of her lips.

The two fell asleep and didn't say anything all night.

When Mo Guhan woke up the next day, the sky was already bright.

He has developed the habit of many years, no matter how late he rests, he has always been eye-catching before the hour, dancing in front of the Qianqing Palace for a while, before changing into court clothes, and going to the court in good spirits, nearly ten years like a day, more punctual than the night eunuch.

Today, he woke up late for the first time, and if he was really red-faced, he was much more comfortable in this gentle township than his cold Qianqing Palace.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the longevity money hanging from the moonlight on the top of the tent, decorated with bat red silk and tassels hanging quietly.

He wrapped his arms, but they were empty, and he turned his face away, and the people around him didn't know when they had gotten up, and they didn't notice it.

On the moon-white soft pillow embroidered with the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, there is a long hair, which is left there, shining with a black luster.

He raised his hand to open a corner of the bed tent, Yuehua was sitting at the table with his face sideways, his head lowered, holding his brocade robe in one hand, and the slender fingers of the other hand like an orchid, pinching a delicate embroidery needle, concentrating on flying the needle and threading.

Her hair, still uncombed, flowed down like a waterfall, draped over her delicate shoulders, along the slightly open neckline, snaking in front of her delicate collarbone, rippling slightly with her shallow breathing.

Her movements are extremely skillful, just like flowing water, her wrists are raised, and her onion-like tail fingers hook up shining silk threads, drawing an elegant arc, and then like a swallow in the mud, she falls down and flies up, stretching out infinite warmth and affection.

Mo Guhan never knew that it turned out that a woman doing needlework was such a pleasing painting. The delicate embroidery needle seemed to have a spirituality on her plain white fingertips, and her watery eyes flowed with the brilliance of the needle and thread in her hand, deriving a thousand tenderness from the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

Mo Guhan was silent and did not speak, as if he was silently admiring a perfect treasure, and even his breathing was cautious, lest he break the tranquility of this early morning.

Yuehua delicately tied a knot, and did not look for scissors, but lowered her head, put the silk thread between the teeth, and with a light bite, the silk thread broke.

Mo Guhan suddenly remembered that once, when his father was still alive, at that time, the queen mother was not the queen mother, but just an ordinary concubine in the palace. At that time, there were also needlework dustpans in her palace, which were strung with sun-dried sorghum stalks, which were not as gorgeous as the cloisonné enamel and carved agarwood in other palaces, but they were lightweight.

Once, he was naughty and playful, and hung the sleeves of a newly sewn cotton robe, and the Queen Mother smiled slightly, with a hint of disgust, beckoned him to come closer, and sewed for him stitch by stitch.

He was afraid that the needle would pierce into his flesh and skin, and he broke out in a cold sweat in the cold weather. The Queen Mother didn't let him make a sound, put a straw stick in his mouth, and muttered in his mouth: "Sitting and mending, standing and even for, whoever steals will hurt the sky", until the sewing is done, the Queen Mother is like this, lowered her head and gently bit off the thread.

It seems that since he became the emperor and the queen mother became the queen mother, all the needlework was handed over to the needlework bureau, and there was no stitch or thread in the queen mother's palace. The Queen Mother's hands that were sewing clothes for herself began to slowly reach into his court, stretched out to his side, and selected concubines from time to time, and wanted to one day be like the Queen Mother, with power leaning towards the government and the opposition, turning clouds and rain.

Yuehua folded the brocade robe in her hand upright, took the belt on the table again, stretched out her fingertips and rubbed it gently.

The belt was the one given to him by Concubine Ling, bejeweled, just like her style, gorgeous and flamboyant. He didn't like it, and it wasn't comfortable to tie it around his waist. It is probably that the little eunuch who serves the daily life receives the benefits of Concubine Ling, and often wears this belt and sends it to the Qianqing Palace. He was careless and didn't pay attention to these details.

Although Yuehua lowered her head, Mo Guhan could feel the gloom and sourness on her face from the action of biting her lower lip. He suddenly felt a little guilty of himself.

Yuehua was stunned for a moment, then sighed lightly, raised his face, and saw that Mo Guhan didn't know when he woke up, and was turning his head to look at himself.

She was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained: "The emperor's clothes are scratched a little, and the concubine is thinking that she can't use scissors during the New Year, and Xu is needlework bureau has also stopped working, so she made up for it without permission." If the emperor minds, if he minds......"

Her helpless appearance made Mo Guhan feel more and more guilty in his heart, and smiled lowly: "Take it and let me see the queen's craftsmanship." ”

Yuehua clutched his brocade robe tightly: "The concubine body will let Rong Xiang call people to take a new one." ”

Mo Guhan propped up half of his body and leaned on the soft pillow: "It's okay, the sewn clothes are worn by everyone in the world, how can I not wear them?" Not to mention the Queen's craft. ”

Yuehua walked over with her clothes in her hands and put them on the edge of the bed. As soon as Mo Guhan raised his hand, the man's masculine aura mixed with the heat in the quilt steamed out.

He took his clothes and looked over and over: "I remember that when I was hunting yesterday, it was hung by a tree branch here, how can I not see it?" ”

Yuehua half-bent down and pointed to an auspicious cloud embroidery: "This is it." ”

Mo Guhan took a closer look, but still couldn't see any traces of the sewing, he was a little stunned, and grabbed Yuehua's hand: "Let me see, what is so strange about my queen's hand, it is so dexterous." ”

Yuehua struggled twice, but was wrapped tighter by Mo Guhan, and said suddenly: "The sharp fingers can, the round fingers are skillful, the purse fingers are clumsy to get old, my fingers are round, my mother said that it is only suitable for needlework, but people are stupid, not as capable as others." ”

Mo Guhan turned her palm upside down, and really pointed to the pink and round belly, which was round and cute: "It's still round and good-looking." ”

Yuehua hurriedly pulled out her hand: "Concubine serving the emperor to dress?" ”

Mo Guhan sat up, and suddenly explained: "The belt you gave me has not been lost, and I have always kept it." ”