When Jing Ruhua woke up, she only felt that her body was very heavy, and there was something pressing on her, and she suddenly opened her eyes, and Jing Ruhua's line of sight was black, and there was still jasper and gold hairpin on it, which was a woman's hair bun, and Jing Ruhua was stunned.

"Hmm, my head hurts!" Jing Ruhua's head moved, her body sank again, and one arm supported her figure, propping it up, and what caught her eye was a beautiful face.

"Zhiyuan, why are you here?" Ning Wanwan knocked on her drowsy head, and when her vision was clear, she saw the people under her hands, and she got up from the ground with some embarrassment, and patted her skirt, she didn't do anything angry last night, right? Ning Wanwan looked at An Zhiyuan lying on the ground, and felt a little weak in his heart!

She didn't think much about it, what kind of drunken mess or something, since she got along with An Zhiyuan, Ning Wanwan felt in her heart that An Zhiyuan was not the kind of person who took advantage of people's danger, not to mention that now everyone was in good condition, fortunately, the floor was covered with carpets, but she didn't feel very cold.

Jing Ruhua squinted, there are too many memories of the plot and characters, Jing Ruhua can't finish receiving it, so let's take the memories of last night first.

"It's nothing, the concubine Niangniang has a good rest first, this deep palace is full of mouths, if the minister is not suitable to stay for a long time, the minister will retire first." Getting up from the ground, Jing Ruhua thought for a while and said.

Ning Wanwan also felt that it was right, Zhiyuan and her really had nothing, but the easiest thing in this harem was gossip, if people saw Zhiyuan go out of his palace early in the morning, what would the rumors become, thinking of this, Ning Wanwan was a little worried, she could be regarded as having come into contact with the three emperors, and she was no longer the reckless Ning Wanwan before.

"Then be careful!" Ning Wanwan didn't stay much.

"The minister retired first." After Jing Ruhua finished speaking, his body moved, and he disappeared without a trace.

Ning Wanwan, who was left stunned, looked at the place where Jing Ruhua disappeared, and muttered, "It turns out that there was really light skill in ancient times, it's too powerful!" ”

"!" The palace maid outside pulled Ning Wanwan's thoughts back.

"Come in!"

The palace maids brought up the toiletries one after another, Gao Lishi went back to the emperor last night to serve, the palace maids saw that there was only the concubine Niangniang in the house, and the doubts in their hearts were also suppressed, it seems that it is not what they think, and the Anjiedu envoy did not stay here and did not return overnight!

Ning Wanwan smoothed his hair, and let the palace maid serve him with a calm expression, no different from usual.

Jingru drew out of the palace, only to find a quiet woods to lean against the trees, and began to accept the things of this world and the memories of this host.

This is a place called the Tang Dynasty, the current emperor is Tang Xuanzong, Tang Xuanzong and his concubine's love and hate obsession is a swan song for the ages, Jing Ruhua has no interest in these, but the host, it turned out to be crossed, the original host is An Lushan is the festival envoy, Yang Yuhuan's godson, and also one of the masterminds of the later Anshi Rebellion, the host is called An Zhiyuan, is from the modern era, in modern times is the noble son, but he has many brothers, personal preferences to study history books, all kinds of musical instruments, is a love of wind and snow and moon of the handsome son, but I didn't expect to wear it to the Tang Dynasty, when Jing Ruhua came, it occupied this body, An Zhiyuan fell unconscious on the ground all of a sudden, and it was just like this, Ning Wanwan fell off the table in the middle of the night and fell on top of him.

The body of the original host is martial arts, and it happens to save the scenery from retraining.