The next day.
When Song Wan woke up, it was bright and bright. When her thoughts returned, she saw that there was no one beside her. Her pupils shrank suddenly and she quickly stood up.
When there was movement, Qing He opened the door gently and walked in with a smile on his face, "My dear, are you awake?"
"What time is it now? Quickly, change my clothes." Song Wan hurriedly tidied herself up and walked to the dressing table, feeling extremely worried, "When did the emperor leave? I actually overslept."
Qing He smiled even wider, "The emperor left at the beginning of the day. He also asked the slaves not to wake up the empress and let the empress sleep a little longer."
Song Wan's hand combing her hair paused, her anxious expression slowly faded away, and she felt a little happy in her heart, and sat down in front of the mirror.
Qing He held a wooden comb, stood behind her, and gently combed her hair, with a smile in his tone, "My slave is right, the emperor loves your empress so much, he will definitely come to see her."
Song Wan remembered what Ji Huai said last night and felt that she still had to behave and be punished. She should not get angry and let people talk behind his back. It would not be good if it reached the emperor's ears. After waiting for a while, she could go to him.
Thinking about it, he turned to Qing He and said, "Hurry up and dress me up. I have to go to the Sacred Heart Church. I will be late."
Qing He's movements did not change, he lowered his head, smiled widely and said, "There's no need to go, Madam."
Song Wan was confused and asked instinctively, "Why?"
"Before leaving, the emperor said that the slaves did not see the empress, so they have to take turns to go to the Sacred Heart Church to be punished for the empress. If there is a next time, the punishment will be doubled." It was obviously their place to be punished, but Qing He was very happy. Very, "Today, Yang Tao went to take the place of the empress."
They took turns, it was nothing, they couldn't bear any suffering.
Song Wan was slightly startled and didn't react for a long time.
She had hinted at it last night, but the emperor did not take the initiative to exempt her from punishment. This move really surprised her.
"Your Majesty loves your Majesty the most, so he can't bear to have her suffer so much." Qinghe put on a jade hairpin with hollow carvings on her head, and then said, "Your Majesty asked your slaves to apply medicine on your Majesty on time, and your Majesty must take good care of her. body."
When the master is favored, the slaves will also be favored, both in public and private matters. Qinghe hopes that his young lady will remain favored. Let's see who else in the harem looks down on their empress and the Jingyang Palace!
Song Wan looked at herself in the mirror, a faint smile appearing on her lips. Her pretending to be miserable last night must have worked.
Her mother always said that she was quirky, thoughtful, and competitive. Now it seems that this is not a bad thing.
She wanted to fight for the emperor's favor!
After breakfast, Qing He took the plaster left by Ji Huai and applied it carefully to Song Wan.
"Hiss..."
Her strength was so strong that Song Wan frowned and his body trembled a little.
"Your Majesty, please bear with me. Your Majesty said that you need to use some strength so that the bruises will dissipate. I can see you are much better than yesterday." Qinghe blew her gently, which could relieve some of the pain, and slowly He added, "I heard that this is a tribute plaster. It is extremely precious and has excellent curative effects. There are only two boxes in total. The emperor specially brought it from the warehouse to give to the empress. He feels very sorry for the empress."
Song Wan remembered that last night, he also tried to rub it with a little force, thinking that he was trying to teach her a lesson, or that he didn't know how to control the intensity, and it was so painful that he almost cried, and he had to endure it.
Qing He rubbed it again. Song Wan's body tensed up in pain, and his eyes flashed. When the other party was about to dip the plaster again, he stopped him, "No need to rub it, help me wash it off."
"Empress?" Qinghe was surprised.
"It hurts too much. I won't wipe it." Song Wan spoke again.
"But, Your Majesty..."
Song Wan did not let her continue, "I will be fine if I take care of you for a few more days."
Qinghe had no choice but to let her do it.
Song Wan looked at the injury on his foot, then at the plaster next to it, and reached out to place it in a more conspicuous position.
During lunch, the emperor did not come, and she specially prepared some pastries and several dishes that he liked.
During dinner, the emperor still came, and Song Wan sat alone at the dining table. When it was Haishi, the food was cold, so he ate a few bites in a hurry.
Qing He looked at his mother-in-law looking around, and she must have been disappointed in her heart. She brought the medicine and said, "My mother-in-law, drink the medicine first."
Song Wan didn't say anything. He took it and drank it in one gulp. The disappointment in his heart was hard to describe.
Afterwards, she lay half-lying on the floor, holding a storybook in her hand, and read the story of a poor scholar and a rich girl eloping. They were a couple for the rest of their lives. She felt good about it, but also found it absurd.
She had just finished taking a shower, she was wearing a thin gauze dress, her feet were exposed, her legs were slightly bent, she had a slim figure, and her fingers were like peeling onions when turning the pages of a book.
The casual and lazy look is a bit more charming. The charm engraved in the bones makes people feel itchy and numb.
When Ji Huai came in, he saw this scene, his Adam's apple rose up, his eyes fell directly on her, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Qing He followed him in, not daring to say anything, and looked even more anxious at his mother-in-law.
Song Wan was fascinated by the book. They were just about to elope and die in love. I heard that this poor boy was handsome, but how could he be as handsome as the emperor
She was in a position that was not comfortable after lying for a long time. She turned over slightly, and the gauze on her body slipped a little, revealing one shoulder and exquisite collarbone.
The spring light on the chest is looming.
"Your Majesty." Qing He looked worried and couldn't help but remind her.
Song Wan was enjoying the reading and casually glanced over. When he saw the emperor at the door, he was startled for a moment. Then he quickly hid the script aside and quickly stood up to put on his shoes. "Is the emperor here?"
Ji Huai also walked in, "Why are you so fascinated? I'm curious."
Most of the folk tales were considered unworthy of publicity. How could Song Wan dare to show them to him? She walked over and took his hand, and said softly, "It's not that I can't sleep because I'm waiting for the Emperor, I just want to relieve my boredom."
"Can Your Majesty have dinner? I have prepared some of His Majesty's favorite cakes today. Would Your Majesty want to use some?"
After a few words, she changed the topic and pulled Ji Huai to sit on the couch.
"Then I'll give it a try."
"It's the emperor's favorite taro cake." She circled his hand, her tone was gentle, her beautiful eyes looked at him softly, and the corners of her mouth raised.
Ji Huai promised.
The taro cake was brought up, and Song Wan stood up to pick it up. He frowned in pain because his feet moved too much.
His eyebrows were tightened and his whole face was wrinkled together.
"Empress." Qing He stretched out his hand to help her, but was intercepted by the emperor. Ji Huai put the cake aside and said,
"Do you still feel pain today?" Ji Huai helped her sit down and looked sideways at Qing He, "Have you applied medicine to your mother-in-law?"
Qing He looked embarrassed and his eyes were wandering. Song Wan raised his head and answered, "Apply it. The medicine given by the emperor is very good. It will definitely be cured in a few days."
Ji Huai looked at Qing He, the corners of his eyes narrowed into a sharp arc, and then turned to look at Song Wan, "Really?"
His voice was low and cold, and a dragon's power came over him. Qinghe knelt down with a "plop" and trembled, "It's a slave..."
"I can't stand the pain. When the emperor wiped my body last night, it didn't hurt that much. But when I changed it to Qinghe, the pain was so painful that I couldn't stand it. I'm going to wipe it myself before going to bed." Song Wan interrupted gently. , and circled Ji Huai's hand, approaching him slightly, "How can I not use the plaster that the emperor gave me?"
"Everything given by the emperor is of the best quality."
She raised her head slightly, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her eyes seemed to be filled with water. Her soft hands held him, and her fragrant body was close to him.
Song Wan had always satisfied him, otherwise he would not have failed to accept a concubine. She could satisfy him because she was observing filial piety for the late emperor and was busy with government affairs, so she really did not want to cause trouble.
"You." Ji Huai bent his fingers, tapped her smooth and white forehead, and said to Qing He, "Go down."
"Yes." Qing He quickly stood up and left, closing the door.
There were only two people left in the room. Song Wan was a little bolder and leaned against him, "I thought the emperor wouldn't come today. I've been waiting all day."
Ji Huai: "The previous dynasty was very busy and had a lot of government affairs. It was normal not to come. There is no need to wait for me in the future."
"I'm sleeping too much today. I feel guilty for not being able to serve the emperor. The emperor spared me the punishment of kneeling down, and I'm even more grateful. Of course I have to wait, but why don't I just wait for the emperor?" She said with some joy. .
"Where is the plaster?" Ji Huai asked.
"I'm hiding it." She smiled so hard that she rolled her eyes and stood up to get it. Ji Huai interrupted, "You tell me, I'll just go get it."
Song Wan pointed to the location, and Ji Huai stood up to get it.
"Compared with yesterday, it's better. Don't be willful tomorrow." Ji Huai looked at it and took out the plaster to help her apply it.
"Will the Emperor come tomorrow? I dare not be willful in front of the Emperor." If he was in a good mood, Song Wan would be bolder.
"Whether you come or not, you still need to take medicine." He replied without losing strength in his hands.
Song Wan endured the pain, "But when I see the emperor, my injuries will feel better."
Hearing this, Ji Huai was rubbing it for her. The pain made her tense up, her eyes filled with moisture, but she didn't dare to retract her feet.
"You are such a poor person." After he finished speaking, he added, "In my opinion, you can still kneel down. Tomorrow..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Wan felt anxious and covered his mouth with her slender hands, saying anxiously, "I can't..."
She could recall the numbness and pins and needles pain in her knees when she knelt for a long time.
Really can't.
Ji Huai pulled her hand down and chuckled.
"Your Majesty clearly feels sorry for me, how can you take it back even though you feel so sorry for me? If you kneel again, all the medicine your Majesty put on me will be useless. Your Majesty has already applied it on me twice." Song Wan didn't want to go there again. , stretched out his hand and climbed onto his neck, "I wanted to hurry up and serve the emperor with all my heart, but I really know I was wrong."
Ji Huai lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Do you really know it?"
"Yes." She nodded heavily, her eyes clear and serious.
A good man does not suffer immediate losses.
"Then take the medicine properly, is it possible?" he asked again.
"It can be done." She affirmed and promised to speak out, "I can do whatever the emperor said."
"No one can be as good as you." Ji Huai looked at her, slightly hooked his lips, and carried her to the bed.
Song Wan lay on his chest, and when he put her on the bed, he reached out and hooked her belt, his voice was soft and waxy, sultry and sticky, "I'm not only good, but also sweet. Do you want to have a taste, Your Majesty?"
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her little cherry mouth opened and closed, like a vixen, charming and alluring.
After saying that, she pulled his belt and wrapped it around it. Ji Huai leaned towards her again, got on the bed and hugged her.
"Your Majesty..." she dragged her voice, her delicate body limp.
There are so many concubines in the harem. If he can come today, he may not be able to come tomorrow. In the past, he has not set foot in the harem for half a month, and he doesn't know when the next time will be.
Song Wan didn't want to let him go.
Ji Huai suppressed his emotions and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "Look, my beloved, you really don't kneel too much."
The beloved concubine had already spoken out. Song Wan put her arms around him and whispered in his ear, "The emperor loves me, so I naturally want to repay you. If I kneel too much, it's not the emperor who feels sorry for me?"
The warm breath was deliberately sprayed into his ears. Before the final sound came out, Ji Huai reached out and tore open her thin gauze.
Song Wan was lying delicately and weakly under him, with delicate dimples and spring in her eyes, looking like she was ready to be picked by him.
Ji Huai hugged her and his breath became heavier.
Qing He was keeping vigil outside, and her young lady's faint moans came out, causing her to blush and hide away.
When Song Wan couldn't help herself, she hugged Ji Huai and lightly bit his shoulder, which was so hard that it gave her a toothache.
Tonight, she was more enthusiastic than before, trying her best to cooperate with Ji Huai.
I called for water twice and was already out of breath.
When she went to bed, she hid in Ji Huai's arms, thinking that she finally stopped. Who would have thought that the emperor would pull her back again.
Song Wan was lying dying, feeble and weak. Ji Huai looked at her and reached out to push her wet hair back, "My beloved concubine is like a kitten this time."
Her cheeks turned crimson, the tips of her ears turned red, her throat became hoarse, and she pretended to be pitiful, "I, I am not as good as the emperor."
Even so, he didn't let her go.
Song Wan couldn't bear it any longer and took the initiative to reach out to him, using up all his remaining strength.
He succeeded, he hugged her into his arms and placed his hands on her shoulders, showing a long-lost tenderness.
Song Wan was lying in his arms, covered in fragrant sweat, and could fall asleep with her eyes closed, but the emperor whispered in her ear, "My dear concubine, have you practiced the Fang Zhongshu behind my back?"
Her face flushed when she heard it. She clearly didn't, but she still said softly, "Then...does the Emperor like it?"
"Very happy."