The Emperor cupped her face.

Jiang Xian's appearance is extremely beautiful, with a goose egg face, willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and her pupils are always moistened with misty water vapor, as if she is drunk with three points, and she looks at people when she is not smiling. It's no wonder that when he first asked for peace, he aroused the jealousy of Concubine Rong, who was once the first bright and beautiful woman in the harem.

But the beauty of the two is both similar and not like.

In Jiang Xian, the emperor always has an indescribable sense of distance, and the tighter he hugs, the more clear the existence of this estrangement becomes: "I didn't say that you were forced, but I was afraid that you would force yourself too much." ”

No matter how cool the night breeze was, it didn't affect Jiang Xian.

But at this moment, a layer of goosebumps developed on her arms under her long sleeves.

It's not that I'm moved, and it's not that I'm tempted.

People are animals who believe in experience, and the childhood environment will affect a lifetime, in Jiang Xian's growth experience in the previous life, all the words that told her not to work hard were intentional or unintentional harm to her, the more she was told to relax, the more vigilant she was.

When she entered a certain company, the male colleagues who competed with her for the same promotion position often persuaded her intentionally or unintentionally why she had to work so hard, and it was difficult to find a partner if she worked overtime. She didn't believe a word, and she worked hard to get the promotion and salary increase.

At this moment, the emperor is sincere warmth, but Jiang Xian's instinct is screaming danger.

"Your Majesty, the concubines just want to be good to the emperor."

The moonlight cast a diamond light on her eyes, flickering with fragile shimmers.

Jiang Xian unconsciously raised her hand and pressed her temples in severe pain, she had to do something to prove that she was working hard to calm this sick anxiety. Her face was somewhat pale, and the strands of hair that fell from her cheeks were particularly black.

"What does the emperor want his concubines to do? The sachet has been made, the garden is also being designed, what else can the concubine do? ”

Jiang Xian said urgently, and her breathing became urgent.

In her previous life, before she died, the doctor prescribed medicine to her, but she only brought mental illness and no medicine.

In the eyes of the emperor, Gu Guiren has always been sensitive and well-behaved, and he is very well spoiled by him, how can he have a heart disease? He really didn't think of anything for the concubine to do, so he jokingly pointed into the dark water: "I want the daffodil in the pool to bloom just right, and Xian'er can also find it for me?" ”

He waited for Jiang Xianjiao to lean into his arms.

Unexpectedly, his arms were empty, and the beauty actually stood up and jumped into the pond without saying a word.

Pillow Qiu and Mian Xia lost their voices: "Little master! ”

It's been snowing for a while, it's still very cold, and the temperature of the water in the pond can be imagined. Jiang Xian was a temperature-controlled aura that opened only after a beat of slowness, and the cold and biting pool water soaked her limbs, and she swam in the direction of the daffodils regardless of it.

From the emperor's point of view, the most profound thing was to see Jiang Xian's snow-white slender hands carefully picking the daffodil.

"Why don't you go into the water to save people!"

The emperor shouted, and the eunuch who was hiding in the dark jumped into the water like dumplings to save Gu Guiren. Jiang Xian knows how to swim, the water is not bad, she can fight wits and courage with the water monkeys in the rural reservoir, and when she sees that someone is coming to rescue, she does not resist, and lets the palace people rescue herself.

In order to avoid the suspicion of others, she had to remove the thermal preservation halo.

The coldness seeped from the soles of her feet to her limbs, but she felt satisfied, and trembled and ordered: "Don't move my hands, for fear of pressing the flowers." ”

When the angry and worried emperor came to the pool, he saw Jiang Xian offering the well-protected daffodils with both hands.

Seeing that she was fine, one of his hearts fell to the ground.

The emperor ignored Liang Yuyin's advice of "Your Majesty, the nobleman is still wet with ......", helped her up, and wanted to knock out the troublesome narcissus, but he couldn't bear it, so he had to scold: "I just said casually, how could I let you go to the water to pick flowers in such a world, can I do such a thing?" ”

Compared with the Son of Heaven, other people's lives are cheap.

But he has never been an emperor who cares about people's lives, even if he wants the palace people to go into the water to pick flowers, he must prepare a hand stove towel first...... It's not that the life of the palace people is more expensive, in order to pick flowers and make people die of cold, do you want this flower? What a bad luck!

And when it comes to Jiang Xian, it's not worth it.

It's like casually telling the subject that he wants the wontons sold on the other side of the city, and the subject really drove three hours overnight to buy it, during which he ran the red light, and he was very moved to listen to it, but it was actually quite scary, and he felt that this person was extreme.

"Your Majesty,"

Jiang Xian said softly, spitting out white mist as she spoke: "The concubine handed over the flowers to you." ”

Outside the strings: We are not responsible for leaving the cabinet.

Because she had just completed a "job", the brain that urged Jiang Xian to do something finally allowed her to relax magnanimously, and her reason gradually returned, and she slowly described her mood just now: "When the concubine heard that the emperor wanted daffodils, she was very eager to pick it up, and she couldn't take care of the other things, which frightened Your Majesty, and the concubine deserved to die." ”

It's urgent, but not out of love.

Liang Yuyin didn't know where to conjure up a handstove and a quilt, and rolled up Jiang Xian under the emperor's satisfied eyes, making her a noble person in the real sense, only revealing a fair little face, looking at the emperor ignorantly.

Her thick black eyelashes were dotted with water droplets, pitiful.

The emperor was still in the afterglow of being shocked: "I said I want to...... Isn't that an obvious joke? Xian'er is like this, I don't dare to laugh in front of you anymore, if I say I want the moon in the sky, how can Xian'er find it? ”

Party A said that he wanted the moon in the sky, what to do, online, etc., very urgent.

"Then the concubine will go to the pond to fish for the emperor."

"You really can't get along with the water." The emperor was angry: "Even if I really want to, Xian'er shouldn't risk her life, just let the eunuch who knows how to be watery go down." Liang Yuyin, tell me what you will do. ”

"Chirp,"

Liang Yuyin replied: "If you go back to the emperor, the eunuchs on duty in the imperial garden have nets and tongs specially used to catch floating objects on the water. ”

The emperor is speechless.

Even the eunuch who knows how to be watery is saved, he is so angry.

When the noble man was carried back to Yizhuxuan, Chen promised to rest a long time ago, and slept more soundly than anyone else.

The emperor went to the main hall to stare at her and drank the ginger soup, and his hands were also warm, and he relaxed his heart a little: "Xian'er promised me that I will not joke about my body like this in the future, I know your affection for me, and I don't have to prove it like this." ”

Jiang Xian nodded obediently.

If it weren't for the system, she really wouldn't dare to go into the water.

The touching things have been done, and it is not bad for the last trembling, she held his hand back: "As long as it is what the emperor wants, the concubine will do her best to do it......"

She thought about the part-time job declarations she had seen in modern times, and found that they were not cultured enough.

Fortunately, there is an ancient Zhuyu who is heartbroken for the boss and works hard for the boss's son for her to pay tribute:

"The concubine is willing to bow and do her best for the emperor, and she will die."