Chapter 21: The Emperor
In the Qinzheng Palace, Chen Fu commanded the little eunuchs to carry the virtuous concubine into the inner hall, and took advantage of the light rain to hurriedly return to the front hall to serve Xiao Qi.
The heavy wooden lattice window of the front hall was wide open, and the cold rain of the chiff did not invade inward, blowing a stack of paper on the table, and also blowing the candle flame swaying out of the graceful figure, the ambergris incense has burned out, but it is a wisp of residual fragrance left on the ancient shelf of Nabo, left on the pen, ink and paper inkstone, the wind blew the hall in an instant, and there was no harsh bones of the cold winter, but with a rare sassy spring day.
Chen Fu pushed the door in, Xiao Qizheng was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, only using a hosta high bunch, and between the carved beams and paintings, he seemed to blend with the dark cold night outside, if no one disturbed him, then he would wait for the dawn.
Chen Fu stopped in place for a while, the slightest white smoke was suddenly cut off, the tea in the tray was cold, he stared at Xiao Qi's slender back, and sighed secretly: The emperor's family is ruthless but affectionate.
Even if there are so many concubines in the saint, they are still alone after all, whether it is the queen or the virtuous concubine, it is just that the harem needs women to be filled, and the saint is just obedient.
Chen Fu thought of Shen Qinghe for no reason, the palace maid of Fengluan Palace was removed, and there was no useful one left in the ten fingers, ten fingers connected to the heart, what kind of pain should it be, Chen Fu thought, sure enough, the girl was not mistaken, she was ruthless.
The tea was cold, and there was no need to send it to the saint, Chen Fu rested on the dragon case, making a little noise.
Xiao Qi came back to his senses from the chaos of thoughts, tilted his head and said, "Concubine Xian is already here?" β πΌ.π πΎπππ¦.βπ Ύπ Ό
"Yes, Concubine Xian Niangniang is already waiting in the inner hall. Holy Lord, the minion is waiting for you to come over, right? Chen Fu closed the window: "It's raining outside, don't freeze you." β
Xiao Qi walked leisurely: "Where can the spring rain be cold?" Go, go to the inner sanctum. β
"Hey." Chen Fu followed step by step, and when he walked halfway, he thought about it and said: "Holy Lord, the palace maid in the queen's palace has been disposed of, and she has removed her armor and left a cheap life." This matter has been spread all over the palace, probably by the people around the queen mother, and the slave remembers the holy command to tell you. β
"Nail picking?" Xiao Qi's eyebrows rose, and he seemed to be a little surprised: "Isn't the palace maid's hand useless?" What are you doing with one life left, it's better to die directly. β
Chen Fu was choked by these words, and said with a dry smile: "Holy Lord, it is better to die than to live, not to mention, the queen mother is reluctant." There are only a few maidservants brought into the palace by the queen's mother, and one less is one less to serve. β
"She's the queen, can I still have someone to serve her?" Xiao Qi sneered and asked, "Did Shen Qinghe come up with the idea of removing nails?" β
Chen Fu's footsteps were half a step slower, and then said: "The idea is not hers, it is the hand of Mo Chun next to the queen, but she went in the name of the queen mother, and she didn't stop it, this is not her idea, it will be counted on her." β
"No, it's not, how can it be counted on Shen Qinghe?" Xiao Qi's voice was three points colder, he flicked his sleeves and entered the inner hall, Chen Fu stopped in front of the door, and shook his head in a daze.
In the inner hall, the smell of fragrant nephrite jade came to her face, and the virtuous concubine changed into a cherry pink bed dress and sat on the edge of the bed.
Concubine Xian saw Xiao Qi coming, the jade feet were on the carpet of the dark red folded branch flowers, and between the steps, the gorgeous bedclothes woven by the splendid weaving were half exposed to the fragrant shoulders, just like a distant glimpse of the crystal snow mountain, the waist was like a prime, graceful, and gestures, she just right to show her smile, autumn eyes like water, and red lips like jade.
Xiao Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to take it, and Concubine Xian took advantage of the situation to crook into his arms, and raised her head shyly: "Holy Lord." β
Xiao Qi's palms were hot, holding Concubine Xian's slender waist, and leading her to the bed, the two avoided the silver gauze tent, and both fell on the cloud silk brocade quilt.
In the cold night, the rain has passed and the sky is clear, the willow tops on the moon, the birds take advantage of the cool night, spread their wings and want to fly, the slender branches can't help the birds toss several times, draw an afterimage arc, and the rest is a little dew. The hibiscus tent is warm, and the rising tide is only left with the fragrance of gasping, and between the ups and downs, the jade body is exposed to the slender jade arms.
Concubine Xian's neck was drenched in sweat, leaning on Xiao Qi's chest, her cherry lips were half-open and half-closed, as if she had not been able to withdraw from the storm, Xiao Qi's chest rose and fell, and the wildness in her deep black pupils gradually retracted, he surrounded Concubine Xian, his eyes stared at the Ruyi pattern hollow silver ball hanging in front of the tent, the silver ball swayed for a long time before it calmed down, Xiao Qi stared at Liang