Yan Ge's jet-black hair appeared in Emperor Yuan's mind, and he heard his own erratic and unreal voice: "Go to Zongzheng Hall."
Zongzheng Hall is the place where he handles government affairs, and it is also the place where he leaves messages, sings and stays.
At first she was in a coma, and Emperor Yuan thought that Yan Ge would live in the Zongzheng Hall so that he could take care of her after handling government affairs.
After she woke up, he had no intention of moving her to another palace.
After all, the government affairs are cumbersome. When you talk to her when you are upset, or even take a look at her, you feel that many worries will disappear.
He wanted to wait until later to slowly let her volunteer, but today, sitting in the high hall, watching the colorful banquet, everyone's faces were genuinely or falsely happy, he suddenly lost interest.
He didn't want to wait any longer, tonight, he wanted to hug her to sleep.
It was midnight, and he arrived at the Zongzheng Hall half-drunk and half-awake. He thought she was asleep, but he didn't expect that she was wearing a smoky green men's attire, her hair was tied up high with a gold crown, and she was sitting on the couch playing chess with her left and right hands. is waiting for him to come.
He waved back the palace man and stretched out his hand to lift the curtain.
Yange was startled by the sound of the bead curtains colliding. She turned her head and looked at him with a smile: "I know that His Majesty is going to be very drunk today, and the palace servants have prepared sober soup for His Majesty. Do You have some?"
Emperor Yuan didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.
She was dressed in men's clothing, which looked handsome and heroic on her body. The candlelight beside the table was flickering, and the warm yellow light softened her eyebrows and eyes, which made him see a bit of charm from her face.
"His Majesty?"
Seeing that Emperor Yuan didn't move, Yan Ge held up the hangover soup with both hands and handed it to him: "Your Majesty, it's hard to be drunk, drink some hangover soup."
Her voice was clear and mellow, and every word lingered in his ears like silk, reminding him of the wine he drank today.
Is he drunk
Walk up to her a few steps.
He didn't take the wine in her hand, but bent slightly and took her into his arms.
The hangover soup in her hand fell to the ground with a soft sound.
"Your Majesty?" She looked up in surprise, her eyes flustered and helpless.
He ignored her struggle, hugged her even tighter, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead.
He thought he must be really drunk.
He held her tightly in his arms, walked a few steps on the bed, and lay down together.
"It hurts." She suddenly covered the wound on her chest, with pain on her face.
The red blood had already sprayed from her chest, and Emperor Yuan's emotions were finally awakened by the blood.
Busily called the doctor to come.
After the torment was over, the two looked at each other, embarrassed and at a loss.
It was Emperor Yuan who said first: "It was I who was reckless just now."
Yange Wenyan didn't speak, but put on her clothes again. She got up and got out of bed, and signaled the palace man to put on her shoes. She raised her head and asked him, "Can I go out of the palace now?"
Emperor Yuan's heart shuddered, thinking that Yan Ge was angry and wanted to leave the palace.
Yan Ge added: "I lost to His Majesty yesterday, so I naturally want to keep my word and give His Majesty a birthday present. If Your Majesty can leave the palace tonight, how about I take His Majesty to a good place?"
Emperor Yuan's heart went up and down in an instant, and at the end, full of joy, he said: "You can leave the palace."
(end of this chapter)