Later, the interest of the hundred officials in the palace gradually dispersed, and the Empress Dowager sent someone to remind him very vaguely that the hour was not early, and he should go to the cave room.

Mo Guhan, who had been absent-minded, stood up and smiled at Shao Ziqing, who was talking: "Ziqing, I went back first, you greet a few princes on my behalf, and you won't return if you don't get drunk." ”

Shao Ziqing staggered to his feet, holding the wine glass high in his hand, and the cold wine kept spilling out, and his tongue was already big: "Although the emperor enjoys the Spring Festival in peace, the wine here is covered by Weichen!" I will definitely take care of a few princes! ”

Mo Guhan smiled proudly, walked out in high spirits, and went straight back to Yuehua's palace.

Along the road is still dressed in red and hung colors, the glass lamp was raised, Mo Guhan did not take the dragon chariot, by the drunkenness, walked all the way, stepping on the pale moonlight color, and gave birth to a different kind of thought for no reason, as if a string in the heart was slowly provoked, making a "ding" sound, trembling slightly.

He recognized the pair of flirtatious hands, delicate as an orchid, soft as boneless, white as clotted fat, remember the first day of the embroidery village door for the first time, her slender fingertips pinched the delicate embroidery needle, slid through a long arc, provoked in the dazzling sun, Luo sleeves slid down, revealing the mutton fat white jade like the smooth wrist, the onion-like fingertips like pink carved jade.

Her eyebrows and eyes, drawn in white, were raised along her fingertips, her eyes were shining, and all the scenes and objects around her were eclipsed and turned into illusion.

The glance he peeked at her from the carriage was indeed a little amazing, different from the three thousand fandels in the harem, that woman was spotless, clean and transparent, and she felt flawed in terms of beautiful jade, and it was really like the cool moonlight jumping on her body at this moment, which could wash away the impetuousness in her heart and filter the ups and downs.

If Chang Lingyan hadn't been instigated by Shao Ziqing to come as promised, at that moment, the retreat in his heart would have been beating. In the end, he still hurt her ruthlessly, and he also saw the proud and unyielding spirit of the Chu family's daughter.

He was a little nervous, hesitated for a long time, secretly ridiculed himself, stopped the eunuch's report, and stepped into the Qingqiu Palace.

This is the name of the palace he just ordered someone to change, it was originally Yukun Palace, and the atmosphere was calm, but he secretly gambled and changed it to the word "Qingqiu", adding a bit of coldness to the queen's palace.

The little palace maid guarding the door raised her eyes coldly and saw Mo Guhan, and only reacted after a moment of trance, she was shocked, and bowed down in a panic: "Long live the emperor!" ”

The regular ceremony in the palace is not so grand, and at first glance, it is a new palace person. Mo Guhan was in a good mood, and he didn't care about Xiangshen, he stretched out his hand to push open the door of the dormitory, and strode in.

After saluting, the palace maids came in after them, preparing the green jade cup, as well as the cake of hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren, and other necessary items, each with its own division of labor and orderly. Xiang Shen glanced at the master who was still dazed and couldn't wake up, and he was a little anxious, and he didn't dare to make a rash mistake, so he only bit the tip of his tongue in annoyance and secretly pinched a handful of sweat.

Mo Guhan paced closer, the person on the bed still did not move, nor did he get up and salute, leaning crookedly on the carved and gold-painted bedpost, breathing shallowly, as if it was ...... Asleep?

He coughed impatiently, Yuehua snorted, tilted his head like a lazy cat, and felt that the phoenix crown had hit him, so he changed his position and fell asleep again.

Mo Guhan coughed again, aggravating his voice.

Yuehua woke up, slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his sour neck, and before the six gods returned to their places, they caught a glimpse of a pair of thick-soled Nine Dragon Dynasty boots from under the swaying tassels of the scarf.

She was stunned, and immediately woke up to the fact that the emperor had returned!

Immediately got up in a panic, who expected to sleep for a long time, and the original waist disease has not healed, the blood is not smooth, the legs are sore, and he didn't listen to the call at all, and he stumbled and threw himself out directly from the couch.

This woman is really in trouble!

Mo Guhan showed mercy to his subordinates, and as soon as he stretched out his ape arm, he stopped Yuehua by the waist and blocked the momentum of the forward pounce.

Mo Guhan is a person who practices martial arts, a pair of arms are like iron casting, Yuehua fell on his forearm, only to feel as steady as a rock, his delicate waist has something to rely on.

The scarf on her head slipped down at this time and fell to the ground, Yuehua only felt that her face was burning, it was really like burning, and it was accompanied by inexplicable itching. hurriedly lowered his head, and knelt down helplessly: "Concubine Chu Yuehua knocked to see the emperor, and the emperor forgave the sin." ”

"Hmph, you're broad-hearted!"

Mo Guhan withdrew his arm and snorted dissatisfiedly, on this happy day, in the cave room, she was able to sleep peacefully, and she slept so soundly, how much did she not take him seriously? I traveled all the way, full of apprehension, but I was sentimental.

Yuehua was also annoyed in her heart, she had always slept lightly, why didn't she wake up like this today? And when he entered the main hall, no one reported it.

She knelt on the ground in a regular manner, without Mo Guhan's will, and did not dare to get up without permission: "This palace is comfortable and homely, but the concubine has forgotten for a while." ”

It's quite good at sycophancy, and it's really a lotus flower.

Mo Guhan was coaxed into a slight smile in his eyes, took a step forward, lifted the hem of his clothes, turned around and sat in the bed tent, but saw a brass pumpkin hand stove on the bed, and the tentacles were only warm, which was casually discarded by Yuehua. Thinking that she seemed to be a little chilly, he gave a grace: "Get up, but I won't have to pick up a hijab for you." ”

Yuehua glanced at the scarf that fell on the ground, and felt embarrassed, thanking him for his flat body, and the palace people brought two cups of wine, and the Quanfu grandmother on the side symbolically mixed the two glasses of wine and presented them to Yuehua.

Yuehua raised his hand to get the wine glass, just as the palace people raised their heads, glanced at Yuehua, their faces were shocked, and they were so frightened that they took two steps back, and almost screamed out in a loud voice, the wine glass on the silver plate in his hand shook, and the wine spilled out.

She knew that she was rude, and she knelt down busily: "The queen mother spares her life!" ”

Yuehua saw her reaction in her eyes, although she was inexplicable, she didn't want to teach Mo Guhan a lesson in front of her, so she just quietly reached out to take the green jade cup. As soon as he raised his hand, he was stunned. Because, under the flickering candle shadow, one of his slender jade hands actually swelled, and it was covered with red bumps the size of fine rice, dense and chilling.

She rolled up her sleeves, and her entire jade lotus-like arms were also all over her arms, and she couldn't see that the original muscles were full of pink grains of fine rice!

Yuehua remembered the frightened appearance of the palace man in Shicai, reached out and touched his face, and almost exclaimed, where is there still the moist and smooth feel of fine porcelain in the past, just by touching it with his hand, he can feel the terrifying feeling of unevenness.

She had a chill all over her body, and her heart couldn't help twitching, and she raised her eyes in a panic and walked around, seeing the silver plate in the hands of the palace people, which was bright and shaking, and wiped it with alkaline water to be extraordinarily bright, and the light was recognizable.

Yuehua staggered a step and leaned on the silver platter, the ambiguous candlelight jumped to her face, and the silver platter showed a ghostly face!

The whole face is also slightly swollen, the facial features are deformed, and the face is exactly the same as the back of the hand and the arm, all of which are densely covered with red bumps.

Her body began to tremble slightly, barely able to support it, and she was about to go limp! How can this be? When I got up this morning and groomed in the mirror, I still had bright eyes and bright teeth, flowers and moon appearance, why didn't I feel anything at all, and I became this terrifying ghost?

She turned her back to Mo Guhan, and his inexplicable actions puzzled him, and he couldn't help frowning, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong?" ”

Yuehua's body was shocked, and then she remembered Mo Guhan behind her, and her thoughts were churning, how should she face him? If he turned around recklessly like this, would he immediately be shocked and angry?

She thought about it for a while, and immediately had a plan, and hurriedly covered her face with her sleeves in a panic, turned around and knelt on the ground, and lowered her head: "The concubine blew a cold wind today, I'm afraid she was infected with the wind cold." ”

Mo Guhan suddenly stepped down from the couch and looked at her condescendingly: "A little wind chill is so fussy!" Didn't the Marquis of Changle Mansion teach you the rules? ”

The voice was arrogant, like nine cold ice, and anyone could hear the blame.

Yuehua was worried that she would ruin her appearance like this, but she didn't dare to raise her head and tell the truth, otherwise Mo Guhan would see her ghost like this, and she was afraid that it would be a nightmare for a lifetime, and she would never look at her again.

She was shocked and scared in her heart, and now that she was reprimanded and wronged, she couldn't help crying in her voice: "The concubine can't stand the cold wind, and she has a rash on her face, which is ugly, so she is out of shape, and she asks the emperor for forgiveness." ”

Mo Guhan snorted disdainfully: "Raise your face and let me see." ”

Yuehua shook her head like a rattle: "The concubine is afraid that this wind and cold will infect her, so please ask the emperor to move to his palace for the time being." ”

She was blatantly trying to drive him away, and Mo Guhan had never eaten behind closed doors with other concubines, especially the night of the two of them in the cave room.

He looked at Yuehua inquiringly, and gradually began to be suspicious in his heart, leaned down half of his body, and said coldly word by word: "Could it be that the queen thinks that she is wronged by marrying me?" ”