Zhang Yan snorted, put down the wine jug in her hand, and said with a bang, "What, is Gonggong Han afraid that I have poisoned the wine and food?" ”

A drop of cold sweat ran down Chang Liu's forehead, and Chang Lu sneered, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

Zhang Yan changed into a white Zen robe, came out of the middle hall, and instructed the attendant, "You help Your Majesty to the dormitory of the palace." ”

Chang Lu was taken aback, and rushed out, "But Niangniang, Your Majesty hasn't rested in the Jiaofang dormitory these days." ”

Zhang Yan glanced at him and said with a smile, "Nonsense, otherwise what do you think I'm bothering to get drunk on him for?" ”

Han Changliu was shocked and lowered his head.

He had always felt that this thirteen-year-old little queen had a good temperament and was gentle and amiable. Only then did I know that her gentleness was all directed at His Majesty. When she wants, she also has the majesty that people dare not force to look at.

Your Majesty, rest in peace. He secretly glanced at his master with sympathy, although he Han Changliu was indeed loyal to His Majesty. But the queen is the emperor's wife, and she is also her own mother, who wants to carry her husband to her bed. Well, as the head of the inner court, it seems that he really can't control it.

After all the palace people had withdrawn, Zhang Yan walked to the female history who was kneeling in the hall and was writing by Theo in the hall, and said, "I'll let you rest for a day today, and you can go back too." ”

"But the queen mother," Shen Dongshou raised his head and sandwiched the brush between the history of Tong, and said angrily and funny, "This is not in accordance with the rules." ”

"Rules," Zhang Yan smiled sweetly and amiably, and said with Yin Yin, "Rules are dead, and people are alive." If you're not happy, believe it or not, I'll change to an obedient female history tomorrow. ”

Shen Dongshou was silent for a moment.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yan snorted again. Raising his hand, he swore, "I will not do anything blasphemous to His Majesty the Emperor today, which will make it difficult for you in the future." ”

The young queen's eyes shone gently against the backdrop of the candlelight.

Shen Dongshou got up and bowed again, and came out with a pen.

Finally, at this moment, there were only two people left in this huge Jiaofang Palace, Zhang Yan and Liu Ying.

She turned around and walked to the side of the large bed, and placed the candle flame on the long table in front of the bed. Bend down and call. "Your Majesty?"

Liu Ying muttered and did not answer him.

Maybe it's because I'm not used to changing beds, or maybe I've really drunk too much plum wine. He didn't sleep well. There was still some red on his face, and the smell of wine was faint, and he frowned slightly.

She was slightly distressed and reached out to smooth his brow. Then help him undress and remove his crown in the hope that he will sleep better at night. The dark end of the sword was blocked at the back of the shoulder. Because the physical strength of men and girls was too different, she tried a lot but did not succeed. Instead, Liu Ying woke up between pushing and kneading.

Liu Ying opened her eyes with great effort and looked at the girl in front of her, she had a cloud-like green silk, extremely black and long. And it falls softly at both ends, with a faint fragrance. Because he lowered his head, he only saw willow-like eyebrows. Green and sparse, like clear smoke. Under the long eyelashes, the eyes are as bright as apricot kernels. So beautiful.

"Ah Yan?" He called out hesitantly.

Zhang Yan froze for a moment, then raised her head and smiled flatteringly, "Hold it." ”

Who is the holder?

He was confused. Only then did he remember that it was already the word that Zhang Liang took for him. Today. So he answered softly, put his chin on her soft shoulder socket, frowned, and said, "I have a headache." ”

Zhang Yan felt a little guilty, reached out and patted his face, and said comfortingly, "It's me who is not good." I won't fill you again next time. Now, I'll help you take off your robe, and you'll sleep more comfortably. ”

He answered softly, and with a cooperative hand, he let her remove his undergarment, and then gently landed on her waist.

She casually threw her clothes on top of the clothes in the distance, turned back and asked, "Hold on, I'll go and fill you with a glass of water, maybe it will be better to drink." Before the words fell, suddenly the world swirled, but he made a slight effort, hugged her to the bed, and pressed her under him.

She was distraught, and hurriedly called, "Your Majesty? ”

No one answered her.

She was imprisoned between heaven and earth by his hands, her face buried in his chest, unable to move, so she had to call again, "Hold on? "Brought some temptation.

The candle flame fluttered slightly in front of the bed outside the tent, and silent tears fell, and the Jiaofang Hall was silent.

Raised slightly, "Uncle? At the same time, he struggled to tilt his head back to see where he was. but almost hit him in the jaw.

Zhang Yan stared at him quietly.

Liu Ying's face was a beautiful wheat color in the very close distance, and his eyes were lightly closed, so that he could count each of his eyelashes and the shadows cast on his eyelids, and his breathing was slow and long.

He was already asleep.

On the huge bed, they lay on their sides, their bodies close together, almost without gaps. The air he breathed in his mouth and nose gently brushed on her face, mellow as the moonlight in early spring. Zhang Yan's neck tried her best to maintain a backward posture, feeling that her petite body seemed to be stretched into a bow, obviously she should be very tired, surprisingly, but she felt that every inch of her body was relaxed. Very relaxed, as if walking in the clouds of a dream, fluffy and soft, reluctant to wake up.

She stretched out her hand and traced Liu Ying's eyebrows and eyes through the air. Murmured and complained, "Teach you to never go to my bed!" ”

Her expectations for them were not very high. I just hope that in the days when I haven't grown up, I can get along with each other affectionately and naturally. However, between daily interactions, Liu Ying has always maintained the bottom line as an uncle, avoiding living and sleeping, and even changing his own clothes, he has to look away, just so as not to see even an inch of her bare skin.

What exactly do you want to do?

I naturally know that we still have a long way to go, and we can't be a real couple for the time being. But we are already husband and wife after all, do you still think that I, who have married you and become your queen, can still get rid of this identity and go to another man?

She suddenly pulled her lips and smiled.

If Liu Ying was sober at this time and saw their current situation, she would probably be embarrassed to avoid it, right?

But I like it a lot.

She laughed for a moment. Suddenly, it was sweet and sad, and it became a kind of sweet and sour. Ferment the heart. So in his efforts not to alarm him, he lifted his feet and wanted to kiss his forehead.

She trembled the moment the cool lip touched his forehead, and then stayed firm for a moment. It was as if the pilgrim had finally arrived at her holy place. They lie quietly on the bed, skin to skin, and what they have is not ambiguous to the point of touching tension, but a kind of warmth that flows quietly in the early night. At this moment, Zhang Yan would rather be old for a while. Never wake up.

However, it is still necessary to wake up after all.

She nudged Liu Ying lightly and called, "Uncle." Uncle? But he remained silent.

She struggled to reach out, removed her arm from her waist, and emerged from under him, standing barefoot on the ground. "Oops" snorted, and his head hurt. But when he was carried to bed just now, his green hair was scattered, and a small handful was pressed under him.

She stood in front of the bed with a frown, sighed, bent down, grabbed the ends of her hair, and watched him move. Pull out the pressed hair one by one.

From beginning to end, Liu Ying slept soundly, frowning slightly. There was not a single sign of waking up.

Hair was the least distributed sensory nerve, and she didn't feel pain from beginning to end. Just a little bit empty.

If she could, she would actually want to sleep in his arms all night, and she didn't need to grind her ears and temples, as long as she smelled each other.

But she didn't dare.

Their love is like a long-distance run. She needs to take it one step at a time, and she wants to cross the line all at once. But I am afraid that it will take too much effort halfway, and I will not be able to persevere until the end. So I only dared to maintain a proper speed, and only ran a little bit every day.

She turned and walked out of the dormitory without looking back.

Mu Xi cleaned up in the outer hall, added incense, and was about to go back to the room to rest, but when he saw her, he was taken aback and asked, "Niangniang, haven't you slept yet?" ”

"Well, just sleep." She smiled and said, "You clean up Your Majesty's bed for me." ”

Mu Xi's expression was even more strange, she always thought that the queen's intention to persuade Her Majesty to drink all her wine today was for the sake of Yucheng's good deeds, so that Her Majesty had to admit it. But as a servant, she didn't dare to think about it, so she bowed her knees and said, "No." ”

In the five months after marriage, in the days when Liu Ying stayed in the Jiaofang Palace, she slept with Zhang Yan on the same bed, separated by a Hehuan screen in the middle of the dormitory, and kept the etiquette to the extreme.

Blowing out the lights, Zhang Yan got into the quilt on the couch alone, giggling in the night.

Liu Ying, Liu Ying, even if you don't remember all the circumstances tonight, when you wake up tomorrow and find that you have slept on my bed all night, see how you still put on that dignified face of your uncle.

There is a feeling called breaking the vows, and if the vows are broken, they are broken, and no matter how much they keep the rites in the future, they can't pretend that there is no such thing.

There is a habit of making things, and if you have the first time, you will have a second and third time, and one day, you will get used to it and not take it for anything strange.

early morning

Liu Ying smelled a faint fragrance in the haze.

That kind of aroma seems to be very familiar to him, it should be, it should be the sweet smell of Ah Yan's body.

Liu Ying was slightly excited, and suddenly came to her senses.

"Hold on." Someone next to him called him with a smile.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhang Yan wearing a dark curl robe, neatly dressed, kneeling in front of the couch to call him. Her eyebrows and eyes smiled soothingly, she should have just washed, and she still had a slight moisture. Behind him is a bun, fluffy and charming.

He breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and relaxed the tense nape of his neck. He asked, "Ah Yan, do you like this word very much?" ”

"yes." Zhang Yan nodded.

When she married him, she no longer regarded him as her uncle. Naturally, this uncle's title could no longer be called often, and he was reminded of his distance from him all day long; And the name Liu Ying belongs to the uncle in the past, in a sense, and she is unwilling to call him Your Majesty all day long.

Only this word belongs purely to Liu Ying after the new life.

Liu Ying sighed and said, "Then, you just scream." ”

As the emperor of the Han Dynasty, no one could easily call him by his name, and close family members, such as the queen mother and sister, would also call him by his name. Speaking of which, his words are really a little useless.

It's good to have someone screaming.

"And ......"

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Very unscrupulous passing.

Actually, I didn't intend to write this way until I started writing. In the end, I wrote this drunken night like this, and I was just as innocent.

Tangled monthly ticket list, then, look at the happy children's shoes, if there is a pink ticket hidden in the snow, the table forgot to go back to the button under the cover of the page to vote for it.