In the last years of the Hongyuan Dynasty, Emperor Xiaoheng was bedridden, and the undercurrent of the Great Qi royal family was surging, and the waves were treacherous.

It's night.

In the Changle Palace, red candles warm the tent.

Ling Wanwan was pressed against the chaise longue.

"To do, or not to do?"

Zhao Huaiyi grabbed her waist and pulled her hand hard, and her outer shirt fell off in an instant, leaving only a wisp of thin clothes.

"This is Chonghuajun, who is not close to women in everyone's mouth?" Ling Wanwan twisted his willow waist, and suddenly his slender jade fingers climbed up his neck.

His slender neck was tightly wrapped in a dark purple placket, which was enough to show his usual restraint.

The cold jade fingers caressed the hot back of his neck, and Zhao Huaiyi's deep ink eyes were full of desire. Hue.

"You're the first." He said.

"Coincidentally, this is also the first time in this palace."

Ling Wanwan looked at him delicately, her jade fingers still moving restlessly, and began to skim the buttons at the placket of his clothes.

one,

two,

Three.

All the way down, she had no intention of stopping.

Zhao Huaiyi was born in a famous family of Daqi, his ancestors were all important ministers in the court for three generations, he has read sage books for many years, and the elders in the family have high hopes for him, and every inch of his desire can only be hidden in this cautious and serious posture at all times.

"You're done."

Desire broke through the top of his head, and tonight he only wanted to coerce her, but now he decided to change his mind.

Ling Wanwan has been guarding for twenty-eight years, and if she really wants to do that with him at this moment, she is still a little scared in her heart.

She closed her eyes tightly, and a few tears slipped uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

"Scared?"

He leaned over her ear and asked her triumphantly.

His warm breath lingered in her ears, and she gritted her teeth and nodded.

"For the first time? Who believes? ”

He snorted.

As far as he knew, Ling Wanwan was promoted to a noble concubine in less than a year and a half after entering the palace, and she was most favored by Emperor Xiaoheng. Therefore, after he was bedridden, she was always serving medicine in front of the dragon couch.

On the chaise longue, it was already messy.

The more she cried, the more crazy Zhao Huaiyi became. Wait until the second half of the night to give up.

He got up, picked up the robe under the bed and put it on slowly, and when he left, he turned his face sideways and told her, "Tomorrow. Benjun must see the sincerity of Niangniang, otherwise tonight's events will spread in the palace, and at that time, your Ling family will have to follow you to the funeral. ”

Ling Wanwan curled up on the couch, motionless, clutching the button that had been torn off his shirt in the palm of his hand.

Zhao Huaiyi can find a substitute for the dead ghost at will, but as long as the grandmother in the palace helps her to check her body and knows that she has an affair with a foreign man, the Ling family will definitely die.

The next day, when Chunying was packing up the bedding, she found blood stains on the sheets.

"Mother-"

Her face was pale and frightened.

Rao is Chunying has no affair and knows what happened.

"Dispose of the stuff so that no one else can see it." Chunying is the dowry maid that Ling Wanwan brought into the palace from the Ling family, and she is the only person she trusts in the palace.

"Yes..."

Chunying hurriedly hid the sheets first, forcing herself to compose and change her clothes calmly.

Every day, Ling Wanwan has to go to the Qingxin Palace to serve Emperor Xiaoheng to take medicine.

Last night was folded by Zhao Huaiyi. Teng for most of the night, and she still feels her legs when she walks. It was floppy, and his body staggered and almost wanted to fall.

"This body is too delicate."

Ling Wanwan sighed in her heart, even though it had been a year and a half, she still couldn't get used to it.

Outside the Hall of Pure Heart.

Zhao Huaiyi and several cabinet ministers were already waiting outside.

The medicine that Emperor Xiaoheng takes every day must be tested by them before he can enter it.

The little eunuch in the medicinal canteen served the decoctioned medicine to Chunying.

Ling Wanwan saluted them slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she happened to bump into Zhao Huaiyi's deep eyes, and the cold air was pressing, forcing Ling Wanwan's face to be slightly pale, remembering his repeated requests last night, his back was faintly cold.

"Let's go inside."

Zhao Huaiyi squinted her eyes slightly, at this time she was like a well-behaved and sensible little white rabbit, where was the charm of last night.

"Juan'er."

Emperor Xiaoheng was lying on the dragon couch, his mind was scattered, and he would only call this sound when he heard the sound of footsteps.

"Your Majesty, Wan'er is here."

Ling Wanwan sat on the edge of the bed and took the medicine bowl to feed him.

"I'm a good girl, now I can only trust you alone." The crane-haired man clung to the corner of her skirt, his mouth shaking uncontrollably.

The real Ling Wanwan and Emperor Xiaoheng are forty-two years apart, and there are countless concubines and heirs around him, and he can't imagine that when he is in his last years, he is willing to let only this little concubine who has been in the palace for less than a year and a half be with him.

"Will, take the will..."

His hand gripping the corner of her skirt tightened slightly.

Ling Wanwan's expression froze, "Your Majesty wants..."

"I don't want you to be embarrassed by the courtiers in the cabinet, so I decided to change the throne to the fifth prince..."

"The fifth prince succeeds to the throne, Chonghua Jun will give you a way to live..."

Emperor Xiaoheng said this with difficulty.

"Your Majesty..."

Ling Wanwan's eyes were hot.

Since entering the palace, although they have not been husband and wife, he has always treated her very well, and even when she was dying, he did not forget to find a way back for her.

"Fetch it!"

Knowing that there were not many lives, Emperor Xiaoheng urged her sharply.

Ling Wanwan wiped her tears, walked to the inner room, opened the brocade box and took out the will, and instructed Chunying to prepare the pen and ink and present it to him.

Emperor Xiaoheng trembled and took the ink pen, and when he was about to put ink on the will, there was a "bang-" sound, and Ling Wanwan knocked the pen and ink inkstone to the ground.

"Juan'er—"

Emperor Xiaoheng stretched out his hand to pull her.

She quickly rolled up the will and hurried into the inner room to put it back away.

The sound alarmed the cabinet ministers outside, and the door of the palace was kicked open, and Zhao Huaiyi was the leader who rushed into the Qingxin Palace.