On the night of Empress Dowager Ye's death, Zihan stayed outside the main hall of the Ci'en Palace, and also guessed the cause and effect of the whole thing.

At that time, Emperor Tianzhu hurried to find Danxin and glanced at her outside the door, and since then, the two have never seen each other again.

Emperor Tianzhu believed that Yi Zihan's courage would not talk nonsense, and he did not need to warn anything. But today, Zihan actually got out of the funeral ceremony and asked to see him, it must be for the sake of Empress Dowager Ye, so he can't help but see it.

Emperor Tianzhu thought as he stepped out of the soup pool, wiped the water and put on his clothes. It's still a white dress, but it's a new plain dress prepared by the palace maid. He neatly fastened his coat, turned around from behind the screen, and walked to the front yard of the Huanhao Courtyard.

Almost at the same time, Zihan happened to enter from outside the hospital. One of them came in from outside, and the other came out from inside, and they didn't go forward or backward to take a look.

As soon as he saw the Heavenly Emperor, Zihan's eyes flashed with amazement. She had never seen him wear white clothes, although he was wearing a filial piety robe, he was worn by the emperor with another bearing. In particular, Emperor Tianzhu had just come out of the bath, and there were still a few drops of water vapor on his forehead, and the cuffs of his shirt were also slightly wet, which made him a little different from the previous laziness and charm.

Zihan was a little stunned for a while, and he forgot to open his mouth to explain his intentions. Seeing that she had been staring at herself, Emperor Tianzhu's face suddenly sank: "The Queen Mother's funeral ceremony is not over yet, and it is a great crime of disrespect for you to slip out halfway." ”

Zihan came back to his senses at this time, and hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty: "The slave and maid deserve to die, please punish the saint." ”

Emperor Tianzhu looked at Zihan impatiently, but he didn't say anything to condemn him. If she hadn't had this face, he might have been furious: "You'd better come up with a convincing reason." ”

Hearing this, Zihan froze down, raised his eyes and replied with great sincerity: "The slave maid wants to...... I invited myself to guard the tomb of the Queen Mother. ”

Wake? Emperor Tianzhu looked at Zihan, and a trace of doubt crossed his eyebrows: "Is it a guardian?" Or the Mausoleum? ”

If she is a "guardian", she can be in the Palace of Mercy; If it is "guarding the mausoleum", it will stay in the imperial mausoleum of Pingling Mountain. And this is a lonely chore for a girl's family.

"The slave maid wants to stay here and guard the tomb for the Queen Mother." Zihan replied without thinking: "The slave maid is an orphan girl, and she has long been helpless, and the queen mother's reinvention grace, the slave maid is willing to repay it with the rest of her life." ”

Hearing Zihan's words, Emperor Tianzhu was quite surprised. He stared at Zihan's face carefully, trying to see a hint of inviting favor, but he was disappointed, the other party was not pretentious and charming, some were just calm and resolute.

In the depths of Emperor Tianzhu's heart, he once disliked Zihan, a woman with a similar face to Luan Shu. It was probably because he hadn't seen her for a long time, and because he heard that she had been keeping to himself in the Palace of Mercy and Grace, that his dislike for her gradually dissipated.

Or maybe this woman wasn't enough to keep a diary in his heart.

In the past two years, he has seen Zihan in the Ci'en Palace very few times, and he has not found that she deliberately appeared in front of him. The only dealings he had with her was to drink the tea she brewed twice, and each time it was because of Empress Dowager Ye's kindness that he barely drank two sips.

But I have to say that Zihan has practiced a good craft. Even he, a fastidious emperor who doesn't often drink tea, thinks she has a superb tea ceremony.

And at this moment, her resolute expression of guarding the mausoleum for Empress Dowager Ye is really a little dreamy. Not only the likeness, but also the likeness......

It is undeniable that Empress Dowager Ye is indeed good at training people, and it is surprising that she can train the vulgar, powerful, and hypocritical Zihan in the past into what she is now.

Emperor Tianzhu couldn't help but start to re-examine Zihan, and asked rhetorically: "Do you really want to stay and guard the mausoleum?" ”

"Yes." Zihan replied resolutely again: "The slave maid has made up her mind, and she asks for the fulfillment of the saint." After speaking, she kowtowed to the ground.

Let a palace maid like a flower and jade to guard the mausoleum for Empress Dowager Ye, although it is a little cruel, but there are old precedents to follow. However, perhaps because Zihan's appearance looked like an old man, it made Emperor Tianzhu feel unbearable for a while.

It seems that it is not Zihan who is lonely guarding the mausoleum here, but Luan Shu.

Accompanied by a group of dead people, guarding this huge royal mausoleum, sprinkling and sweeping day after day...... That's the woman he loves the most! How could he bear it!

As soon as he thought of that picture, the Heavenly Emperor suddenly surged with an unprecedented impulse, and his consciousness gradually became illusory. He immediately got up from his seat and walked quickly to Zihan.

The aroma of Laneige grass comes to the nose at the right time, and it is Luanshu's favorite spice in the past. Emperor Tianzhu looked at the green-clothed palace maid in front of him, and felt more and more trance and unreal.

"Luan Shu......" He reached out to touch Zihan's green silk, slowing down her movements to help her up from the ground. It wasn't until he touched the vivid pair of soft wattles that he was sure that this was a real scene.

And in front of him was the woman he loved so much, and he never forgot it. Emperor Tianzhu couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, raised his hand to hold Zihan's cheek, and branded a kiss as if it were a treasure.

This kiss happened to be printed on Zihan's lips. It was supposed to be a sweet taste, but he tasted a hint of bitterness—not what he had imagined, but a real bitter taste. He thought it was Luan's long-cherished lipstick, so he didn't care much about it, but deepened the kiss.

Zihan was held in the arms of Emperor Tianzhi, and when he saw that he was kissing more and more devotedly, he pushed him hard and separated the distance between the two: "Shengshang, you recognize the wrong person, the slave and maid are not Luan's dreams......"

At this moment, where could the Heavenly Emperor still be able to listen, and only whispered in her ear: "You are finally back......"

Zihan's ears turned red, and he was greatly surprised: "Holy ...... The slave has something to say to you alone, so let's go to the inner sanctum. ”

"Okay." Emperor Tianzhu's consciousness became more and more drowsy, and he grabbed her waist in response, and the two walked into the soup pool room together. The mist was hazy and ambiguous, and the warm water vapor was like an aphrodisiac medicine, which added to the feeling of dryness and heat between the two.

Zihan's clear eyes passed through layers of mist, and he saw a screen in the room at a glance. It is to be expected that there must be a couch behind the screen for people to rest.

Zihan led the Emperor of Heaven to walk behind the screen, and as soon as he walked to the front of the couch, the latter smelled a dark fragrance again. Emperor Tianzhu wanted to try his best to see the woman in front of him, but he was afraid that it would be another scene, so he reached out and grabbed her sleeve: "Don't go, Luan Su ......"

Zihan's delicate body leaned forward, dragging the emperor's placket and pulling him down on the couch, in an ambiguous posture of a man and a woman.

Only this one action wiped out the last shred of the Heavenly Emperor's sanity. His slender fingers lingered on her jaw: "Luan Su ......"

Zihan replied with a sigh, and sighed lightly on his face. The emperor's narrow phoenix eyes immediately tightened, and then his gaze gradually dizzed, and finally slowly closed.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Emperor Tianzhu had fallen asleep that Zihan slowly stroked his cherry lips, and an aphrodisiac spice applied on it had been kissed by the other party.

"It's not easy for three spices to put you down!" Zihan showed a triumphant smile, first took off his dress, and then untied his clothes for the Emperor of Heaven, ** lying under him slightly, like a pitiful lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The two ** bodies are close to each other, intimate and seamless. Zihan straightened up his slender waist and took the initiative to meet him, and his jade hand tapped a few times on the back of the Heavenly Emperor at the same time. With just two movements, the emperor suddenly opened his eyes to look at her, and his phoenix eyes were filled with endless thoughts and **.

"Luan Shu......" His waist sank and ate Zihan's painful cry into his mouth. The aroma of Laneige grass became stronger and stronger, and the emperor let ** drive himself, floating and sinking in a piece of love......

*****

Half an hour later, outside the Huan Hao Courtyard.

A group of guards, eunuchs, palace maids, etc., were outside, each with their own thoughts. Some people guess Zihan's intentions, some people guess the situation in the courtyard, some people keep looking at it lightly, and some people stay out of everything.

Cen Jiang saw that there was no movement in the courtyard for a long time, and his heart began to become anxious, and then he looked down, and kept standing with his eyes down respectfully, as if he was thinking.

Cen Jiang sighed and was about to say something to her, but at this time, he saw the officials of the Ministry of Rites hurrying over and said, "Lord Cen, His Royal Highness King Cheng has begun to read the sacrificial text. At this point, the whole funeral ceremony is considered to be over.

Cen Jiang knew the intention of the Ministry of Rites, which was to deliberately remind the Emperor of Heaven that the whole ceremony was almost over. But...... He looked at the courtyard door, how long had Zihan been in, and the two of them hadn't finished speaking!

Cen Jiang waved his hand to the officials of the Ministry of Rites: "My lord, go back first, and I will report to the Holy Lord." ”

"There's Lord Lawzen." The official of the Ministry of Rites raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat and retreated.

Cen Jiang lowered his head and pondered for a moment, guessing that Zihan's intention must be related to Empress Dowager Ye. And if the executioner enters abruptly, he is afraid that there will be something wrong, and he may cause other accidents.

Thinking of this, Cen Jiang casually pointed to a palace maid and ordered: "You find a reason to go in and take a look, and tell the Holy Lord that the ceremony is about to end." ”

The palace maid was also very shrewd, and waved her hand again and again when she heard the words: "Is Lord Cen a slave and a maidservant who has a long life?" Just now the saint bathed and changed clothes, but they all kicked us out! After that, she pointed to the light heart again: "Only the sage left the light heart aunt." ”

has an official position in her body, and the low-level palace maids must respectfully call her "aunt". Xu is this title is too sensitive, and the indifferent heart that has been distracted finally came back to his senses and raised his eyes: "Huh? Who's calling me? ”

Cen Jiang couldn't help but groan at his indifferent gaze. He remembered that the Heavenly Emperor was quite different, and if she interrupted when she entered the door, she shouldn't anger Long Yan. So he beckoned lightly: "You come here." ”

Since he had witnessed what Cen Jiang had done to Empress Dowager Ye, he didn't dare to get close to him, so he stood still, pretending not to hear.

Cen Jiang saw that she hesitated, so he had to walk over by himself and said, "You go in with me to have a look, I'm afraid that something will happen to the saint." ”