The eunuch in the respectful room wanted to say, but Zhen Zhaoyi's body was inconvenient and dirty, and according to the rules, the emperor was not allowed to go.

"Huh?"

The emperor only spit out a simple tone, and the threatening tone of the words came out, and the little eunuch in the respectful room bent his waist even lower, and said respectfully: "The slave obeys." ”

Forget it, the entire palace belongs to the emperor, and the rules are also set for the emperor, as long as he is willing, how can he be a little eunuch who is qualified to question anything.

The head on the neck is more important than the rules.

The magpie frowned and looked at the wine bottle that was staggering on the ground: "Master, don't drink it, the wine hurts your body a lot, no matter how many prayer lanterns you write, the emperor will not come." ”

Frostfall also followed: "You still don't let the slaves and maids write your name, if one of them falls and is picked up by the emperor, he also knows who cares about him!" How can there be anything like you? ”

Jiang Xinyue, whose face was red, sat on the guardrail of the corridor at the door of the room with the wine bottle in her arms, and said with her eyes blurred: "I write this...... It's not for the emperor, I'm writing for the gods in the sky...... Wouldn't they just be able to see? ”

The magpie stomped his feet angrily: "Then who is this sullen lady drinking for?" ”

"For ...... For ......"

Jiang Xinyue staggered to her feet, walked under the flower tree, and danced with a wine bottle: "For, my ...... Ye Lang! ”

The swaying of the palace lights of Hexi Palace is a signal that a distinguished guest has arrived.

Jiang Xinyue raised the wine jug, poured it down heroically, and picked it up with her mouth from afar, a bit of Lin Qingxia's heroism and shocking beauty when she played the undefeated Orient.

"Whoa!"

The wine bottle was thrown into the distance, and the sound of shattering sounded, Zhen Zhaoyi was already drunk, but she still danced, and sang a playful ballad in her mouth: "In Huatianjindi, she sings about meeting her old acquaintances in a foreign country, and one step at a time is lovesickness." The people in the audience are being nominated for the gold list, and they have never recognized their old acquaintances on stage. When he said the candles in the cave room, everyone congratulated the beautiful woman with a talented man. I haven't heard a word of sighing, and there is a lover in the play......"

The moonlight gently sprinkled to the world, and the peach trees planted in the front hall of Hexi Palace have some peach blossoms, and as soon as the evening breeze blows, there will be flowers and rain falling from the sky.

The beauty under the tree was dressed coolly, a white wrap was too short to cover her flat lower abdomen, and her thin willow-like waist swayed like branches and leaves, and the weak willow helped the wind like this.

The lower body is equipped with a pair of wide pants that are also white, the fabric is soft and elegant, and the outside is covered with a gauze as thin as a cicada's wings.

Her singing voice is very beautiful, and her drama is even more amazing, but the song she sings is sad and lonely, Jiang Xinyue, who has turned more than a dozen times, stood unsteadily at the end of her final action, and the whole person fell backwards, and the skin on her waist was hugged by a warm big hand.

Jiang Xinyue put away her triumphant smile, looked at the handsome face that appeared above in a trance, and didn't react for a while.

The palace people of Hexi Palace have already knelt on the ground: "See the emperor, the emperor is blessed with Jin'an." ”

The beauty in her arms blinked twice, but she didn't smile, but she saw a tear rolling down her left eye, snaking down her cheek, and finally condensing on her chin, one, two, three......

Tears broke the embankment, the beauty cried silently, and finally fell drunk in the arms of Emperor Xuanwu, and his slender body made him realize that Zhen Zhaoyi seemed to be ...... Lost a lot of weight?

The spring night is cold, she wears so little, drinks and dances, and really doesn't care about her body.

Emperor Xuanwu was depressed for a moment, hugged Jiang Xinyue, and put her into the dormitory before he attacked: "How do you dog minions take care of Zhen Zhaoyi?" How can she be fooled around? ”

The magpie and the frost fell to serve Zhen Zhaoyi closely, and the emperor was angry, and the two of them took the lead in kneeling on the ground: "The emperor Mingjian, Zhen Zhaoyi is generous and benevolent, and treats the slaves and maids like relatives, and the slaves and maids dare not snub the mother even if they die, but ...... But Niangniang has been worried recently, and she can't finish half a bowl of rice at every meal. Today...... Today, for some reason, I suddenly felt sad and said...... Say ......"

The magpie bit her lip, wondering whether to continue.

Emperor Xuanwu frowned: "What are you doing?" Don't you want to say it soon? ”

Frost fell resolutely, and slammed on the ground: "Your Majesty, Zhen Zhaoyi Niangniang is a good news but not a bad character, and she doesn't like to confide in the slaves and maids, no matter how much pain she suffers, she digests it by herself, and since her mother was poisoned in the cold palace, her body has not been very good." Dowager...... The Queen Mother also had a lot of difficulties for the mother because of the miscarriage of the concubine Rong Niangniang. There are also Concubine Li and Queen Niang, both ...... It's all overt and secret...... Today, I heard that the emperor had a concubine for Ye Baolin, and it was inevitable that he would ...... Sorrow comes from it......"

Frost Fall said vaguely, but Emperor Xuanwu had already made up several pictures of Jiang Xinyue being bullied.

This is to tell him that Zhen Zhaoyi has suffered so much, just so that he can accompany him by the emperor's side, but the queen mother does not allow her true feelings, Concubine Li is calculating everywhere, and the queen mother is lenient on the surface, but she doesn't know how to ...... behind her

Zhen Zhaoyi always shows the best side to the emperor, she doesn't want to complain to him, and she never complains, she is always so happy, as if there is never anything to worry about, every time the emperor is with her, she is the most relaxed.

It turned out that she herself had endured so much alone.

"The Emperor's ......"

Jiang Xinyue, who was already drunk on the bed, raised her hand and grabbed Emperor Xuanwu's sleeve: "Ye Lang...... No...... Don't ......"

It was as if she was having a nightmare, her closed eyes fluttering, but she couldn't open them.

"Stand down, all of you!"

There are two people lying on the same bed, one calculates, and the other cherishes, which is the same bed and different dreams.

Emperor Xuanwu hugged Zhen Zhaoyi who was sleeping heavily in his arms, afraid that her stomach would still hurt, so he rubbed his palm and put it on her lower abdomen.

In the past, when the concubines came to dehydrate, Mo said that they slept in the same bed, even if they appeared in front of him, he never made an exception for anyone according to the rules handed down by his ancestors.

At first, she paid attention to Zhen Zhaoyi, just because her beauty was unique in the harem, and later she felt that she was innocent, sincere and kind.

Now, he can't tell whether he likes Concubine Shu more or Zhen Zhaoyi is more pleasing to him.

In the dead of night, it's the right time to think.

Concubine Shu was the first time he was attracted when he was young, so he was different from Concubine Shu everywhere.

Concubine Li is the most cheerful woman he has since he ascended the throne, and he has seen the brightest and most refreshing woman......

He has respect for the queen, guilt, and no love.

And what about Zhen Zhaoyi?

She has a beauty that is not as good as Concubine Shu and Concubine Li, and her personality is more like a combination of Concubine Shu and Concubine Li, but there are quirky and whimsical ideas that they don't have.

Sometimes Emperor Xuanwu would feel that Zhen Zhaoyi was like his childhood self.