She sat up slowly, her fair-skinned wrist against the edge of the bed, and asked him in a coquettish manner: "Chonghua Jun is willing to bury this palace alive in the dark imperial mausoleum?" ”

Zhao Huaiyi's angular jawline was slightly taut, his back was to the candlelight, and his long body shrouded Ling Wanwan in his shadow, and every inch of her exposed skin in the air was reflected in his eyes, stirring up circles of ripples.

It's so delicate that it's a shame to be buried alive.

But in his eyes, the only way to death is to die.

Zhao Huaiyi stretched out his hand, touched her soft chin with his fingers, and gently lifted her flushed cheeks, "This skin bag looks soft and weak, but why do you always have to go against this gentleman?" ”

He gave her several chances, but she didn't take them. With his person, she should have died at his hands no less than a hundred times.

Ling Wanwan's hand grasping the edge of the bed tightened slightly, and the breath exhaled sprayed between the palms of his hands, blurring a trace of soft and traceless heat.

She said softly: "The first emperor is a Ming monarch, and the prince he wants to pass on the throne must also be a Ming monarch, and this palace believes in him and wants to help him return his wishes." ”

When she said these words, Zhao Huaiyi seemed to see a little emotion in her eyes.

"In the affairs of the court, it is better for the harem women not to interfere!" Suddenly, his hand against her jaw shook off with all his might, and a hint of gloom appeared on his gentle face.

Seeing that he was angry, Ling Wanwan stood up and said urgently: "I won't interfere, as long as you are willing to pass the throne back to the fourth prince, I..."

Zhao Huaiyi raised her eyes and looked at her angrily, her lips and teeth were still arguing with reason, and she was so frightened that she moved back, not daring to say anything disobedient to him again.

Zhao Huaiyi walked up to her, the cold air swept in front of him, and he lowered his eyes and said: "The cabinet will discuss the matter of the prince again, don't bother with it!" If the mother is willing to be obedient, the death penalty can be avoided. ”

Out of the corner of her eye, Ling Wanwan saw the figure of him flicking his sleeves and leaving, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve, pursed his lips and asked, "Can't you discuss it anymore?" ”

Zhao Huaiyi's eyes fell on her thinly dressed body, and the corners of her eyes tightened: "It's deeper and heavier, it's better for the mother to wear more." ”

Ling Wanwan hurriedly let go of her hand and watched him leave. The crystal clear beaded curtain shook violently under his lifting, soaked in a little candlelight.

Without the blessing of Emperor Xiaoheng, Ling Wanwan deeply felt the feeling of falling from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley.

A few days later, under the coercion of the cabinet ministers, Ling Wanwan was suppressed by the cabinet, and after the decree was announced in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, the fifth prince Murong Yang ascended the throne as he wished.

The remaining six princes were promoted to princes.

Ling Wanwan hurriedly returned to the Changle Palace, took off the pearl and emerald golden hairpin on her head, and the holy decree in her hand was also thrown to the ground by her, her delicate face was full of gloom.

A moment later, Zhao Huaiyi walked into the hall, and Chunying quietly closed the door of the palace and retreated to the palace porch to guard.

He stood in the doorway, looking down to see the holy decree thrown on the ground, the woman sitting in front of the dresser was facing away from him, her slender and thin shoulders were trembling slightly, and the pearls and silver hairpins on the desk were in a mess, obviously angry.

He frowned, "Benjun has saved Niangniang's life, what else will Niangniang?" ”

The new emperor ascended the throne, the coffin of the first emperor was immediately carried out of the palace and buried in the imperial mausoleum, and the concubines of the harem were being arrested by the attendants one by one, and the miserable cries were endless in the harem.

Ling Wanwan stood up and walked towards him quickly, her charming little face full of annoyance.

"Smack!"

She stretched out her hand to hit him in the face, and the warm face in front of her was suddenly covered with a layer of coldness.

Probably didn't expect him to dodge, Ling Wanyang's hand in the air froze, and then withdrew.

Her eyes flashed with a hint of emptiness, and she pretended not to change her face and asked him, "Why don't you hide?" ”

"Angry?"

When he got closer, Ling Wanwan noticed that there was a little tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes, his complexion was fair, and the face where she hit him had slowly climbed a few red marks at the moment.

She lowered her head and did not speak.

"Ben Jun saved you, you should thank Ben Jun well, otherwise this life will be worthless." He reached out and took her into his arms in an instant.

Ling Wanwan bit her lip and struggled, her face flushed.

"I don't owe you anything for a long time?!"

She argued.

"You don't count."

The more she struggled, the more she could provoke his desires. Hope.

He grabbed her jaw and lowered his head to kiss her.

The lips are soft with a hint of rouge.

"Hmm-"

As soon as he finished using it, Ling Wanwan's whole body was full of resistance.

His hand holding her jaw grabbed her wrist instead, grabbed her waist with his big hand, and carried her to the round table behind him.

"Don't-"

She lay down on the round table, and by the time she cried out in defiance, it was too late.

The sound of their breathing gradually intertwined.

Ling Wanwan's eyes were like silk, and a little hot sweat oozed from the corners of her forehead.

She struggled to her feet, her hands gripping the hem of his shirt tightly and biting it into her mouth.

At this moment, the sound of a sedan chair falling to the ground came from outside the hall.

Chunying knocked on the door and said urgently: "Niangniang, the Queen Mother is here." ”

Ling Wanwan's slightly trembling body shrank suddenly, but the person in front of her had no intention of stopping at all.

On the contrary, it is more unscrupulous.

Ling Wanwan even smelled the smell before the storm.