However, the blessing of three wives and four concubines is not so easy to enjoy, in order to truly achieve "selflessness", it is necessary to be impartial and strictly abide by the rules of the court: for example, the queen is the first few days of the first month of each month, the concubine in the middle, and the ...... at the end of the month It's not sloppy at all.

After a few years, I have been running around balancing the relationship between wives of all sizes, and I know that this "blessing of all people" is really not so enjoyable.

As the old saying goes, "A wife has many husbands and a cheap wife, and there is no water to wash the face".

There are more wives, and there are many entanglements of interests.

A large number of people waiting to share their rights and wealth, how many are they sincere?

It stands to reason that the emperor should not ask for any love, the emperors of the past dynasties, who would be stupid enough to ask for any love? They didn't even think about it. Women are nothing more than tools: tools for beauty, tools for political power, tools for balancing relationships, and even tools for intimacy...... How many times did you need the function of love?

As long as they want, there are more women, and it is not a problem to change one a day.

Huan Fei Yan is thin, and you can have whatever you want.

Moreover, they don't need to put in any effort, they just carefully curry favor with him, please him, flatter him, and give what he wants......

The problem is that Tuobahiro is different, he is a perfectionist.

After going from youth to maturity, I have walked past so many women...... Instead, he firmly believes that he needs love.

The object of love is also so clear - the Zhaoyang Palace, which has always been preserved, is like the corner that has always been kept in his heart.

It was a kind of loneliness that no one knew.

No matter how high a person's status, how much power, or how pinnacle he stands, he always hopes that in the depths of his soul, there is someone who can confide, talk freely, and be gentle and compassionate!

And this person can't be just a woman who is willing to be happy.

can only be the woman who is happy with each other, stands with herself, and has the same heart.

Such a person is hard to find.

He even secretly thanked the Queen Mother for this, she left such a person for him back then. so that he will not be like other emperors, and he doesn't even have a person to talk about love.

"Miao Lian, let's make peace...... I know you've never really forgiven me...... But I want to be reconciled with you, and we'll be reconciled...... Miao Lian, give me another chance...... Miao Lian ......"

Her body was limp in his arms.

It was he who reconciled with her first - since returning to the palace, he has always reconciled first, even carefully, trying to maintain a relationship that has long been fragile.

When the palace lights came on, she saw his face, he was very haggard, his eyes were deep, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was also very bad. It had been so long that she had realized that his pain, his uneasiness, and his burdens were all on one person, but there was no one to share with him.

As an emperor, he really can be regarded as a benevolent person, otherwise he would not be so uncomfortable with Gao Meiren's death - even this discomfort she vaguely understands, not because of favor, but because he thinks she does not deserve to die.

It's even more uncomfortable because of understanding.

Emperors are by no means what the world imagines to do whatever they want, in fact, ten emperors, ten must be subject to checks and balances and constraints from all sides.

If you insist on going your own way, whoever blocks and kills whom, unless you are the king of Shang.

But what happened to the king of Shang?

If it was in the past, how distressing and comforting it should be?

However, at this time, she was only choked in her throat, unable to make a sound, did not know how to comfort him, and could not even say gentle words.

faintly, it's just a pain in my heart, I don't know whether to pity him or myself.

After a long time, she broke away from his hand slightly, and slowly poured him a cup of herbal tea.

This time, there was no more sarcasm in his eyes.

Tuoba Hong noticed the warmth of the hand holding the teacup, and was slightly moved, took the herbal tea and drank it all, and his voice was a little lighter: "I'm too sleepy, Miaolian, it's late at night, we should also rest......"

When he spoke, he was still holding her hand, this time, it was the bed that walked towards the Zhaoyang Palace, and it was Feng Miaolian's own bed. In the past, the two rarely spent the night here.

She was flustered.

I was still stubbornly struggling at the bottom of my heart.

No, no, no, she didn't want to.

I don't want to have any intimacy with him here.

However, he didn't know how she was struggling, and thought that she was gradually beginning to reconcile between the two people, and the ice and snow were slowly melting.

Even when he hugged her, she was strangely submissive.

The two of them lay down together, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was next to the bed and closed his eyes almost immediately.

Under the brighter palace lamp, she could see his haggard face more clearly.

Silently he ordered hot water, took a hot cloth and wiped him, and combed his messy hair neatly.

He kept his eyes closed as she did this, as if it was a great pleasure.

All these feelings that were about to be forgotten are now back again—all resurrected, just as all mustard has been swept away.

He is the emperor, of course, it is not that there is no one to take care of him, but after all these years, I always feel that those people are not so thorough. Especially those little habits and little secrets on him, only she knows.

Just like when washing his face, there is a small scar on the back of his ear, so small that it is almost impossible to see clearly, it is left by him when he was locked in a dark room and almost frozen. In those years, she took care of him and gave him warm compresses.

Later, when they got sick and changed to someone else, they didn't know about it.

The palace maid and eunuch, the other concubines didn't know—he had no intention of saying it so they knew.

Over time, just when he was about to forget about it, he was awakened by her gentle hands, and felt that she took a hot handkerchief and put it in that place-

He sighed softly, very inwardly.

She quietly covered the thin quilt for him, but was pulled into his arms by his big hand.

Maybe it's because she has changed places, it's not interesting, maybe it's the real warmth and pity she showed for the first time after returning to the palace - after so many years of husband and wife, whether she is sincere or false, he can still tell very clearly.

Even though he was very tired, Tuoba Hong was also hot in his heart. When he lay down on the soft bed, he couldn't hold back anymore and kissed her very passionately......

She couldn't dodge, either physically or mentally.

When he gasped beneath him, he didn't even know whether it was pleasure or pain.

It's as if the soul and ** are separated, the soul is drifting, ** is enjoying itself regardless of it - poor human beings, how many people can always keep their sanity?

This time the intimacy came very strongly, like a person who had been in drought for a long time encountered a heavy rain.

Tuobahong, in particular, with a fanatical joy and passion of reconciliation, almost redoubled his courtesy, for only then can one feel the proximity of the souls of the two—to love and be loved, to cherish and to be cherished.

Therefore, it is even wilder, more flattering, and even more hardworking...... It's like when the love first opened, it was impossible to grasp it.

By the time they woke up in the morning, they both felt a little tired.

Tuoba Hong looked at the woman in his arms, he woke up before her, and observed her so closely, but saw that her hair was slightly messy, buried in his shoulder socket, and her hands were softly placed on her chest, and there was a faint smile on her face, making her look like the innocent and lively little girl in her memory, as if she would only be so gentle in her dreams.

vaguely returned to the old days, but these days, she was a little haggard again, and her face was a little pale.

A feeling of pity welled up in his heart, and he was also afraid that she would get sick again, and his voice became unusually gentle: "Miao Lian, let's go back to the main hall." ”

She opened her eyes to look at him.

"Miaolian, you're a lot haggard these days, your body is not good, but you don't dare to be angry at all, let's go back."

His voice was even warmer: "I find it good to change to Zhaoyang Hall once in a while. In the future, as long as you like, we can also come to Zhaoyang Hall at any time. ”

This time, she didn't refuse, and she couldn't.

It can break with him because of his indifference, his ruthlessness. But when he raised his gentle broadsword, she was always unable to cope. Because, that kind of tenderness is familiar to her and relies on in her bones.

I just feel tired, the kind of exhaustion that a woman is powerless to resist in her fate. Marry a chicken and marry a dog with a dog, she is his concubine, as long as he never leaves, he can only follow him.

She sat up slowly, ready to serve him as she had done before.

However, as soon as his hand was stretched out, he grabbed it.

He gently bit her outstretched index finger, and in the twilight of the sky, he saw that the ten fingers were like onion tips, tender and white, and slender, which made his heart flutter again.

It's been a couple for many years, but now it's fascinated and has a sense of novelty.

"Your Majesty......"

Her fingertips were in his mouth, receiving his gentle bite, like a wonderful electric current flowing through the bottom of her heart, trembling slightly.

"Miao Lian...... Miao Lian ......"

His big hand pushed her down again...... It was a kind of morning madness, with a frenzy of incomparability...... He was no such person before.

Only on her, as if it had become more and more intense, like a person who had seen poison, he sucked it down, and he didn't care about it, and he couldn't hold back the second bite......

Just like his strong desire at this time - not only **, but spiritual, just like his unyielding nature, he never got what he wanted.

At this point, what he wanted was the past—the sweet and loving past of the two, or rather, her erratic heart—and he wanted to get it all back.

As long as he persists, he firmly believes that there is nothing that cannot be recovered.

She collapsed under him, unconscious in his lingering...... Future, Love, Ye Jia...... It's all blurred......