A crescent moon streaks across the delicate corner tower, casting a hazy yellow light on the high walls, and the lotus washing hall is bathed in light, which looks warm and quiet.

From a distance, the palace located above the lotus pond is covered by flowers and trees, revealing glazed tile roofs, like its owner, attracting people to peep.

Today's Jiang Xinyue wore a light and soft pink Confucian skirt, and a sky-blue ribbon on her chest was tied into a big bow.

The hair was loosely tied in a bun, and only a freshly picked pink lotus was pinned to the sideburns, and there was no decoration other than that.

She stood outside the lotus washing hall, and when the evening breeze blew, the lotus petals swayed, and her clothes fluttered, as if she was dancing.

Indescribably well-behaved, cute, smart and elegant.

Every time Jiang Xinyue saluted, she would be held by Emperor Xuanwu and taken into her arms, and this time she simply threw herself into the emperor's arms.

The emperor is saved, and the main thing is to throw a hug.

The warm nephrite jade was in his arms, and Emperor Xuanwu's bones were half crispy.

Walking to the hall, there is also a delicate small wine jug on the table, and the aroma of wine comes to the nose.

The emperor raised his eyebrows: "Concubine Ai is drinking?" ”

Jiang Xinyue's eyebrows were picturesque, and she lowered her affection: "The magpie and the frost said that the concubine was drunk last night, and the concubine wants to see what kind of wine can still get the concubine drunk." ”

Thinking: Why am I drinking? It's not to satisfy that little ulterior fetish in your heart.

Emperor Xuanwu smiled: "In this way, the amount of wine in the concubine is very good? ”

Jiang Xinyue said eagerly: "Naturally, yes, if you don't believe it, the emperor and the concubine will have a few drinks, and the concubine will definitely not get drunk this time." ”

I won't get drunk this time, that's the last time I drank a few glasses, I got drunk.

People who drink alcohol are not good at drinking, and they prefer to say that they can drink, and those who can really drink will shirk their lack of alcohol.

Like the concubines in the harem, all of them were not drunk with thousands of cups, and when they came to him, they said they were dizzy after drinking less than two cups, and they went straight into his arms.

He is an emperor, not a fool, and he said that he was drunk without blushing, and it was just a means to invite pets.

It's not like this one......

"Drink! Why didn't the emperor drink it? ”

Jiang Xinyue's face was so red that it could drip blood, not only her face, but also her ears and neck, and even her arms.

If Emperor Xuanwu is also a modern person, he will definitely know that there is a kind of person called: drinking wine on the face.

Jiang Xinyue is more powerful, she drinks all over her body.

The beauty was fascinated, carrying the wine jug, as if dancing, and drank the wine glass in her mouth, her steps were messy, and while dancing, she staggered back and forth to lift the lilac-colored light veil in the hall.

Emperor Xuanwu deliberately led her forward, and her steps retreated.

Jiang Xinyue's blurred eyes seemed to be looking at him, but as if she didn't look at her, her clothes were half-undressed, revealing half of her round and snow-white shoulders, and her deep-seated collarbones made her more and more soft.

Sample, the drunken concubine played by various female stars in film and television dramas, she has watched it 800 times, An Lushan is so fascinated by Yang Guifei that she can rebel, can't she learn the seven or eight points?

Emperor Xuanwu is well-informed, and he has never seen a stunning beauty who came to seduce him from thousands of years later with "The Legend of Zhen Huan", "The Secret History of Yang Guifei" and "The Legend of Wu Meiniang"!

The wine stains that overflowed from her lips ran down her pointed jaw and flowed into the unfathomable towering mountains, and the beauties were loose and swaying, trembling and trembling......

"Bang chirp~"

Suddenly, her eyes burned, and she threw Emperor Xuanwu to the ground, sat on him and laughed stupidly: "I have caught you, don't escape!" ”

If Wang Dequan is here, he can't help but sigh Jiang Xinyue's great rebellion.

But Emperor Xuanwu is not Wang Dequan's incomprehensible eunuch, he snorted and grabbed the beauty's thin waist: "I don't run away, how about Zhenronghua want to treat me?" ”

The dizzy beauty tilted her head, tried to open her moist eyes, shook her head vigorously, shook the lotus flower as well, and fell to the ground as if it had been destroyed.

The half-pulled green silk all fell, caged Zhen Ronghua's palm-sized little face, which only made people feel pity, and hated to rub her into her body and love her fiercely.

Thinking so, Emperor Xuanwu also did the same directly.

Outside the Lotus Washing Palace——

Hongxi was stopped, and begged Wang Dequan to say: "Father-in-law, my Jieyu Niangniang's old illness has been committed again, crying and calling the emperor!" The slave and maid are really distressed, can they bother the prince and father-in-law? It's really just a good thing to take a look, and when my mother sleeps, Zhenrong Hua will send someone to invite her. ”

To put it lightly.

Not to mention that he didn't dare to go in and disturb the good things of the emperor and Zhen Ronghua, let's just say that once the emperor really went to Changchun Palace, where would he be able to come out?

Zhen Ronghua didn't have the courage to urge the emperor, and his anger was probably counted on his head as a eunuch.

In the future, the emperor will favor Zhen Ronghua again, she will blow the pillow wind casually, what should the emperor do if he is not pleasing to the eye?

He will not take the future of the rest of his life for a little Jieyu.

"Jieyu Niangniang is sick, so she went to the hospital to ask for a doctor, the emperor has a lot of opportunities, and finally fell asleep, our family can't let anyone disturb the emperor's sleep, Miss Hongxi, please go back."

What disturbed the emperor's sleep?

Hongxi listened to the voice coming from the Lotus Washing Palace, and scolded Jiang Xinyue in her heart.

The little hooves of the slutty and cheap will only hook the emperor to linger on the bed, which is really shameless.

But what's the solution?

The Emperor likes it!

No matter how resentful Hongxi was, he didn't dare to show it before Wang Dequan was in full swing.

Just returned to Changchun Palace, Chu Jieyu inevitably lost her temper again.

So she could only wait at the door of the Lotus Washing Palace, trying to make something to attract the emperor's attention.

Jiang Xinyue, who was caught by Emperor Xuanwu, was so weak that her eyes were red and she just wanted to escape.

However, she was drunk, and the more she twisted around, the more Emperor Xuanwu's scalp was numb, and she was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't move."

He clasped Jiang Xinyue's shoulder, buried his head in her shoulder socket, tried his best to restrain himself, and gently bit and kissed her skin, making every lingering gesture.

The red in the hibiscus tent was churned, the crackling candle flame jumped, the moonlight shrouded the lotus washing hall, and a pair of mandarin ducks in the lotus pond crossed their necks, so intimate.

Some people rejoice, and some people are sad.

Changxin Palace did not turn off the lights at midnight, Layue looked at Concubine Li in the hall, dancing with long sleeves over and over again, and said anxiously: "Niangniang, don't jump, jump again, Niangniang, your body can't stand it." ”

After a violent maneuver, Concubine Li lost her strength and fell to the ground, Layue hurried to help, Concubine Li wiped the sweat on her forehead: "In the end, I am old, I used to dance all night in the palace and I didn't feel tired." ”

"Niangniang is in her prime, how can she be old?"

La Yue helped her sit down distressedly: "Who in this palace doesn't know that Niangniang has the best appearance, and she is the person the emperor puts on the tip of his heart?" ”

"Really?"

Concubine Li held her tight face, but suddenly became unhappy: "Am I still the person on the tip of his heart?" ”