"what?"
This sentence was too far beyond Song Pianjiao's daily thinking pattern, and seemed very unfamiliar, she asked subconsciously.
What is Feng Yuexian talking about
Afterwards, under Feng Yuexian's gaze, the people in front of him were clearly thinking, and Song Pianjiao finally bypassed Wan'er.
"… "
What is Feng Yuexian talking about
"It can't be."
Song Pianjiao's voice had not yet landed, Feng Yuexian did not give in an inch, and followed closely:
"Why not?"
Song Pian's lips parted.
Feng Yuexian thought she was going to use the old rhetoric of "you are my emperor's sister-in-law" to prevaricate herself, but Song Piangan didn't say it.
Feng Yuexian's lips curled slightly.
"Then, why not?"
Across the layer of soft smoke, the silhouette of the palace attendant walking outside the hall passed by, walking lightly, palace flowers floating.
Feng Yue was waiting for Song Piangan's answer.
For a long time, I haven't waited.
Gee.
"Since the princess refuses to come down—"
Feng Yuexian got up and wanted to leave, her skirt twirled lightly.
But at this moment, there was a force on the back of her hand hanging on the side of the skirt, which touched it like a suet jade, cool and delicate.
Song Pian took Feng Yuexian's hand lightly, but she stopped Feng Yuexian's unfinished words and stopped her.
"Move back to the main hall."
Feng Yuexian did not look back.
She hooked her fingertips, as if she wanted to hold it back, but she restrained herself.
Feng Yuexian's voice was also well controlled, but it was still weak:
"Wait until you get better." She rolled her tongue, "in case you catch a cold..."
The days are fast and fast, Feng Yuexian sent someone to send a message to Kang Xueying, and called back the people who were chasing the King of Chu.
When this group of subordinates returned to Beijing, the crown prince's illness was completely cured.
During this period of time, the emperor sent people to visit the East Palace a lot, and in his words, he had the idea of wanting the prince to continue to assist the government.
I think that although the emperor made a second of prestige and vented his fire, in the end his body was not as good as before, and he needed the prince to go back and support him so that he could sit firmly on the dragon chair.
All the officials in the court felt that the prince did not want to let go of power - who would be willing to return the power after he had been in custody for a long time
Contrary to their guesses, the East Palace's performance was tepid. The prince fully expressed his respect for the emperor, and practiced what it means to only want to live in peace and recuperate.
Such a prince undoubtedly reassured the emperor, and the people from Qianqing Palace became more and more attentive. Until this day, the prince's condition was very good.
The person who came here was Hong Chang, the eunuch who was the most used by the emperor. In the past, it seemed that no one was condescending, but now he is about to kowtow to the prince. After some kind words, he persuaded the prince a little bit. loose mouth meaning.
When the palace attendant came in from the west hall with the treasured treasure bottle, it seemed that the princess had moved back to the main hall.
How could Hong Chang not know about the princess moving away from the main hall, all said that the prince's illness was repeated and it was inconvenient to live together, so he lived in separate beds.
No one knows whether the reason outside is true or not, but moving back at this time is a sign of a good condition.
"Oh, Prince, you look so sick, but you can't ignore the other side of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The emperor is thinking of you every day, looking forward to you, you—"
Outside, Feng Yuexian came in with the help of the palace attendant, and raised his eyes:
"Who's here?"
"Blessed are the Crown Princess."
Hong Chang was busy saluting, this crown princess was different from ordinary harem masters, and he did not dare to neglect.
"I'm talking about the emperor asking the prince to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
Feng Yuexian sat down on the seat beside Song Pian, and looked at Hong Chang casually:
"The prince's body and bones are better and better. If he will be raised for two more days, the father and the emperor will be sympathetic, but you are more talkative."
Hong Chang had a bitter face. If there was no order from the emperor, who would dare to come to the East Palace.
"It's a minion who talks too much, eh, talks too much." He said, slapped himself lightly.
Feng Yuexian chuckled lightly, not taking it seriously:
"I'm used to doing this bluffing stance. If there's nothing else, just go down."
Seeing that the Crown Princess seemed to be in a good mood, and without further investigation, Hong Chang breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said:
"The slave retire."
After Hong Chang retreated, Feng Yuexian glanced at the sandalwood bogu shelf in the eye hall and said:
"I just ordered someone to open the library and replace some things. These are all tired of seeing."
Song Pian also looked at it and nodded:
"It's up to you."
Feng Yuexian pursed his lips.
Isn't it by her.
As the crown princess moved back to the main hall, the hall was cleaned up and a lot of ornaments, calligraphy and paintings were replaced.
Originally, there were no bead curtains and crystal curtains in the hall. This time, they were covered together, and the waves were floating, and the main hall was now a little more feminine.
That's just a bit of a look.
Before going to bed at night, it is customary to take a bath.
Ordinary people just put the orchid grass into the water and cook it together to make orchid soup for bathing.
The East Palace uses the incense of Yinchi from the Western Regions, and the fragrant soup boiled with various other spices.
Bath beans are mashed with more than ten kinds of flowers such as agarwood, peach blossom, cherry blossom, and white hollyhock, and ground with pearls, jade shavings, and stalactites to make the skin moist like jade.
After taking a bath, there is still the residual warmth of the fragrant soup on the skin, and the dark fragrance lingers, and then wrapped in a light summer shirt, which is half-covered.
Yinxue carefully wiped Feng Yuexian's hair, then took the smoker cage to slowly smoke it, and when the smoke was almost done, he used an ivory comb to slowly comb it out.
The incense was soaked in the hot smoke, and drifted into the account with the warmth, making Song Pian, who had gone to bed earlier, even more sleepy.
Being attacked by the warm fragrance, the gold-sprinkled tulle tent was lifted up, and the shadows of candles, like flowing gold, slid across the tent, reflecting a pair of figures inside the tent.
Song Pian opened her eyes slightly and saw Feng Yue sitting on the bed.
There was no one else outside, only a palace lantern stood guard.
Feng Yuexian's body is very fragrant, the jade bone thin shirt, the blue silk brushes the shoulders, and the spring is boundless.
Song Piantao had these thoughts in her mind, but because she drank the soothing soup before going to bed as usual, she blinked, but she couldn't help but feel sleepy.
Feng Yuexian glanced at the quilt on her body, and then looked at the neat quilt on her side.
With a wave of his hand, Jin was thrown out of the tent and fell straight to the bed.
Song Piantao was awakened, and her eyes were finally opened.
She stood up, leaned over and looked over Feng Yuexian's shoulder, and looked at the following:
"What is this for?"
Feng Yue did not answer.
With a flick of her finger, the last palace lantern went out.
The account went dark.
"His Royal Highness's quilt, I will cover it."
Song Pian's face froze, and she hadn't figured out how to answer. In the darkness, a warm fragrance wafted through her body.
Feng Yuexian could see things vaguely at night. She turned off the palace lanterns and went to see Song Piantao.
It is said that you can see beautiful women under the lights, but looking at them after turning off the lights is another kind of hazy beauty.
This beauty is wrapped in desire.
Song Piantao's waistline stretched out due to the movement of leaning over to probe, and a small nest collapsed at the back waist, and the snow-white clothes were stacked around her thin waist.
Feng Yuexian licked his teeth and stretched out his arms to take the person into his arms.
Warm and cool alternate in one place.
Song Piantao's body trembled lightly as if being scalded, and the friction caused by the tremor made her toes hook.
Give it a hug, it should be fine...
Song Pian put her hand on Feng Yuexian's shoulder and pushed her:
"Go to bed early - um..."
Halfway through the sentence, there was damp heat coming from the side of the neck.
Like delicate petals, they are thrown into the steaming hot soup.
With a breath of heat, the water vapor infiltrated, and immediately the petals were scalded and rolled up, and the whole body was soft and collapsed.
The dexterous hands fiddled around the petals, stirring up a pool of spring water.
The snow-colored blouse was taken off, revealing her round and jade-like shoulders.
She lowered her head and put on Song Pian's makeup.
The petals of tender pink sprinkled on Song Pian's neck, gently, and the more it went to her shoulders, the heavier and more messy the red marks became.
If it is a petal, it is a flower that has been crushed and crushed out of the flower juice.
The pink tears fell down randomly, and were placed on the collarbone cut from Yuzhu.
Song Pian put her head on Feng Yuexian's shoulder, and was put on a posture of letting others taste it.
His hand was still on Feng Yuexian's body, as if he wanted to push away, but he couldn't do anything.
Her voice was extremely restrained and shredded, bringing out the maddening Chu Chu and pitiful.
What a sweetie.
Half of Song Pian's back was exposed, paved like beautiful jade, more magnificent than snow.
The clothes hung on her arms, hooked in a vain way, and she swayed helplessly with Song Pian's trembling.
Feng Yue's throat rolled, and she kindly wanted to help Song Pian take off her clothes so that she could rest.
"No..."
Song Pian hooked the hand hanging on her shoulder and arm, her head moved slightly, and the blue silk scratched her heart.
Fengyue stopped.
Song Pian sighed with relief.
next interest.
Her jaw was lifted and her lips were hot.
The clothes were forcibly peeled off and fluttered onto the pile of quilts.
This time, Song Piantao was unable to say the words of rejection.