The next day was an auspicious day calculated by the Imperial Observatory. After getting up in the morning, Noble Concubine Yun spent the entire morning just getting dressed.
But the time spent was indeed worthwhile. She was supported by the maid beside her, and the pearls and jade on her head could not hide her beauty.
Almost all the concubines in the palace were present. Emperor Qingyuan's harem was so rich that they almost filled the entire palace when they stood together. She was stared at by so many pairs of eyes. There were all kinds of meanings in those gazes looking at her, either envy or jealousy, but the smile on Concubine Yun's face did not change at all.
Emperor Qing Yuan was standing there, and ever since he saw her come in, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. She had nothing but disgust towards this man in her heart, but she still had to walk towards him slowly step by step.
She knew very well what supported all of this: the handkerchief embroidered with an ugly little chicken that she was holding in her palm.
Emperor Qing Yuan took her hand and asked her in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Yun'er, are you nervous? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
She shook her head gently, but her eyes unconsciously glanced to the right.
Fu Zhiyu stood there. It was the first time he wore such formal clothes after his illness. He also wore a jade crown, and looked very energetic.
There was a gentle smile in his eyes as he looked at his mother. Whenever Imperial Concubine Yun looked at him, she felt as if she had infinite power.
She was not the only one staring at Fu Zhiyu at this moment. The other concubines, princes and princesses, and even the newly arrived imperial guards standing at the door were whispering to each other.
"Big! Beautiful! Person!" The young man standing next to Xie Ke was named Lu Linhai. He was lively and remembered food but not beatings. He was warned by his boss a few days ago, but he couldn't help but speak now. "No wonder people say that Imperial Concubine Yun has been favored in the harem for a long time, and Prince Zhao is the most favored by the emperor. If it were me, I would also treat him like a jewel."
"Say less," Du Yin, who came in with him, reminded him for the umpteenth time, "If the emperor hears this, pulling out your tongue would be the least of his punishment."
Xie Ke stood at the front, glanced at him, and added in a sinister tone: "If I can't wait for the emperor to come, I'll pull out your tongue first."
Lu Linhai touched his nose and stopped talking, but he knew in his heart that although the boss beat him like a grandson in the martial arts field, he was usually quite nice to his brothers.
"Isn't the boss watching too?" He muttered, "I ran to the Glass Palace when I had a little free time a few days ago, but I didn't dare to go in..."
Du Yin didn't dare to respond, but just secretly looked at Xie Ke's expression.
In fact, he also felt that the eldest brother was a little strange. Not to mention the last time he ran into King Zhao as soon as he entered the palace, his subsequent behavior also made him think more.
Last month, I also talked to him about the selection of imperial guards, but Xie Ke clearly refused at that time. Then he disappeared for several days inexplicably. No one knew where he went. After he came back, he suddenly changed his mind for some reason. With the special approval of the emperor, he was considered and later entered the palace together.
It seems that he has changed since he saved King Zhao from the ice lake.
Du Yin calculated in his mind that he and Xie Ke had known each other for seven years. He and Lu Linhai were both legitimate sons of their families. Although their family backgrounds were not as high as those of General Xie, they were both well-known and meritorious second-rank military generals in the court. They called Xie Ke, a motherless bastard, "big brother" out of sheer submission.
A hero does not care about whether he is a legitimate or illegitimate child. To be really disrespectful, the current emperor was originally a illegitimate child.
Although Xie Ke was considered a rare talent, he was still young, only nineteen years old. No matter what, he was still young at heart and needed to grow.
But now Du Yin only got a glimpse of part of his plan, and he was shocked. Lu Linhai was careless and had not yet realized what his boss was planning, and that he was already gradually putting it into practice.
What made him so anxious? Even desperate
Du Yin looked at the man standing in the hall.
What Lu Linhai said was right. With so many people in the hall, he noticed Prince Zhao at first sight. Even though he was standing in a slightly remote position, his appearance would attract people to chase him even if he was standing in a corner, and they would dig him out from the crowd.
No way…
Du Yin took a breath and looked at his boss's expression again. Except for occasionally looking around, his eyes were all spent staring at King Zhao.
I think he is crazy, and I am crazy too, Du Yin thought. He felt that his brain was shaking, but looking at the person standing there like jade, he felt that Xie Ke’s thoughts were not completely unreasonable.
This must be the legendary hometown of beauties and the tomb of heroes. He looked up at the sky sadly.
In fact, Fu Zhiyu also felt that Xie Ke's eyes were like nails. He could not care less about the eyes of anyone in the hall, but Xie Ke's eyes made him shudder.
He glanced over there and saw three familiar faces.
In addition to Xie Ke, Lu Linhai and Du Yin were also familiar faces, but they were from the previous life. He recognized them in the Imperial Garden at that time.
These two had much more roles in the original book than him, a cannon fodder who only lived for one fifth of the book. They were Xie Ke’s right-hand men and had followed him since Xie Ke was still young. Although the protagonist recruited many younger brothers when he conquered the world, the status of these two generals was still unshakable, and their ending was also very good, which could be considered a glorious life.
Doing it all over again, some things remain unchanged.
Fu Zhiyu shifted his eyes away, as if he remembered something, and was distracted for a moment, until the ritual music started, he woke up.
The ceremony for the Imperial Noble Consort lasted a whole day with great fanfare. Naturally, the Emperor stayed in the Glazed Palace at night. Fu Zhiyu stayed in his own palace, with the pot of flowers that he had watered with blood in front of him.
This flower is growing better and better now. The rice-grain-sized buds have blossomed. Even in the middle of winter, it blooms excitedly all day long with its little pink flowers, and only reluctantly withers at night.
Fu Zhiyu played with its leaves with his fingers, while planning to leave the palace tomorrow. Tonight, some of the servants in his palace were transferred to help his mother. After all, there were still many things to do after the ceremony, so there were fewer people in his palace.
The ground of the Glass Palace is vast, but it cannot conceal its essence as a cage.
Fu Zhiyu sighed, looked up at the sky, and felt sleepy. He stretched and prepared to go to bed.
But he was suddenly awakened in the middle of the night, as if he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he half opened his eyes and listened to the slight noise in the room.
It's the sound of a window opening.
Maybe it was because of the mutation, Fu Zhiyu felt that he had become much more sensitive recently. He didn't like to have people wait on him by his bed when he went to sleep at night. The servants were all in the outer room, but they were not far from his bed, just a few steps away. The sound of opening the window was so obvious, but no one came over.
Fu Zhiyu moved his nose and smelled a strange fragrance in the air.
Aphrodisiac incense
This thing was probably of no use to his virus that had already mutated. Fu Zhiyu remained awake and felt the window being closed again and the footsteps slowly approaching his bed.
Of course he could call for help, but Fu Zhiyu was also wondering who dared to do this, the Crown Prince and the Third Prince? They didn't have to, and the Emperor was staying in the Liuli Palace today, so there were a lot of guards. Even if they wanted to take action, they shouldn't have chosen this time.
The room was dark with only a faint moonlight filtering in. Fu Zhiyu remained in deep sleep without moving. He felt the man getting closer and closer, and then he lifted the curtain of his bed.
Fu Zhiyu heard his breathing suddenly quicken, then get closer and closer, and finally she hugged him through the quilt.
Fu Zhiyu: "..."
Although he was reluctant to admit it, he did recognize who the person was based on this close contact.
Thanks Ke.
No wonder he was able to get in under such guard. He was the imperial guard, which meant he was embezzling.
Fu Zhiyu was in a dilemma for a while. Should he get up and call for help? If the protagonist was caught on the spot, would it count as an enemy? He just wanted to stay as far away from Xie Ke as possible, so why did this person have to come close to him
Most importantly, what was he doing here
While he was struggling with this, Xie Ke had already climbed onto the bed and hugged him tighter. Fu Zhiyu slept facing the wall with her back to him. She only felt Xie Ke's breath brushing against her ear, and then she felt her earlobe cool and licked.
Fu Zhiyu heard his deep voice, and he sounded like a devil: "Zhiyu, you look so good today, but it's a pity that I can only stand there and look at you."
"But you don't have to wait too long," he paused for a moment, smiled softly, and whispered softly, "Sooner or later, baby will be mine, and mine alone."
Fu Zhiyu: "??? What is he doing?"
Xie Ke actually didn't stay here for long, nor did he have time to do anything. He just hugged him for a while through the quilt and kissed his earlobe and cheek. After all, as a royal guard, he couldn't disappear for too long.
But after he left, Fu Zhiyu couldn't fall asleep in the second half of the night and kept his eyes open until dawn.
No one could fall asleep in such a situation.
But Fu Zhiyu no longer had any romantic thoughts in his mind. He only remembered that the last time he and Xie Ke were so intimate at night, this man sent someone to kill him the next morning.