Before Qing He finished speaking, she was interrupted again and again. The rest of her words fell back from her throat. There was unspeakable loss in her eyes, and she turned around and left quietly.
Concubine Jade looked at her figure and turned to look at Concubine Xian, "Sister, Concubine Shu has been grounded, and she has a lot of ideas. I heard that she was exempted from being punished by kneeling down. After pushing sister, is it possible that this happened?"
She is not shrewd, and she is stirring up trouble both inside and outside her words.
"It's just unintentional, it's nothing serious." Concubine Xian smiled lightly, not showing her dissatisfaction at the meeting. She looked at the clothes on her body and said, "My sister's clothes are really beautiful. If I remember correctly, she is the emperor's wife." The materials were given as a gift, right? Or as tribute."
Hearing this, the corners of Jade Concubine's lips curled up slightly, "They are the ones rewarded by the emperor. I also think they are very beautiful, so I made two sets of clothes."
It was the reward she received on the day she became a concubine, and she wore it specially to see the emperor.
"No wonder." Concubine Xian praised again, "The emperor also has excellent taste and knows what color is most suitable for my sister."
The jade concubine was even more shy and felt the same way. If the emperor hired her to sleep with her someday, she would definitely win the emperor's favor.
The two of them walked forward, and Concubine Xian glanced at Concubine Jade from the corner of her eye. The depths of her eyes were extremely cold, even calm.
Concubine Shu has a lot of ideas, but the emperor doesn't necessarily appreciate it. She just wants to be exempted from punishment and kneels down. She still wants to compete for favors. It's just wishful thinking.
at the same time.
Qing He returned to Jingyang Palace. Facing his master's expectant gaze, his throat felt like it was blocked and he couldn't bear to speak.
Seeing this, Song Wan could guess that the light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, "I haven't seen the emperor, or what?"
Qing He could only speak truthfully, describing the scene in front of the imperial study room again, as well as his chance encounter with the concubine Xian and the concubine.
Song Wan listened, and said it was a lie to say that there was no reaction. He sneered, "They think I am not grounded, but in the cold palace, right? Do they really think I am a sick cat?"
"The Jade Concubine has always spoken openly, please don't make yourself angry." Qing He comforted her.
Song Wan calmed down and sighed helplessly, "If the emperor cannot see the cakes sent by me, then he will waste his thoughts for several hours."
"Your Majesty... will see it, right?" When Qing He said this, he didn't feel confident.
You ladies should give it to you personally. She is the only maid. The father-in-law may not know that this gift is from their mother-in-law.
"Then I hope the emperor can see it." Song Wan stood up and walked into the house.
Qinghe also quickly followed.
Royal study room.
Eunuch Yuan Hai put aside the food sent by the ladies, picked the portion sent by Qing He, and placed it beside the desk.
He bent down and spoke respectfully, "Your Majesty, this is the taro cake sent by Concubine Shu."
Ji Huai was writing without raising his head, "Put it there."
"Yes." Eunuch Yuanhai didn't understand again. He just put the box aside politely and then stepped aside.
After Ji Huai finished annotating the memorial, he put it aside and looked up at the cakes.
Eunuch Yuanhai hurried forward, opened the lid, and took out the taro cake. The taro cake placed on the green leaves was made into the shape of petals. The aroma came to his face, and there was a note pressed under the green leaves.
"Your Majesty." Eunuch Yuan Hai took out the note and presented it with both hands.
Ji Huai raised his eyebrows, reached out to take it, lowered his head, reached out to open it, and wrote in small and neat fonts: "Lovesickness" with full ink.
It excerpts the love poems of Li Kang, a famous poet in the late Zhangbei Dynasty.
His eyes fell on the last sentence: I am heartbroken and look forward to your return.
Yuan Hai stood aside and secretly observed the emperor. He saw the emperor put down the note, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled softly.
It was obviously Long Yan Dayue.
Concubine Shu is really different, and she cannot be underestimated in the future.
Ji Huai tasted a piece of taro cake and said to him, "Try a piece too and see how Concubine Shu is doing."
"Slave, thank you, Your Majesty." Eunuch Yuanhai took a piece with both hands and pushed it aside. After tasting a piece, he naturally admired it, "Ms. Shu Fei's craftsmanship is probably comparable to the pastries produced in the imperial kitchen."
Ji Huai laughed out loud, "Don't praise her, her tail should be raised to the sky."
"Slave, tell the truth." Eunuch Yuan Hai saw the emperor smiling, his face became more sincere, and after speaking, he said, "Mr. Li went to check Concubine Shu's pulse today. There is no serious problem."
"Um."
Night falls.
Song Wan still held out a glimmer of hope that he could see the note she wrote and come to see her.
She was grounded and couldn't go anywhere.
Wait and wait.
The first two times he came late, but he came at midnight. Tonight she waited until midnight, but still didn't see him.
It was late at night, and everyone in the palace was resting.
Qing He stepped forward to persuade, "My Lady, it's late at night, you'd better go to bed. The Emperor may not come today."
"I'm not sleepy." Song Wan sat at the table, holding his chin with one hand and trying to hold it on.
"Mother, it's really getting late. In a few hours, it will be dawn. You are in good health, but you can't endure it like this." Qing He persuaded again, looking worried.
Song Wan stayed up for another quarter of an hour, but finally couldn't hold it any longer. Just as he was about to get up and walk to the inner room, Qing Cui ran in from outside, with a joyful voice, "Your Majesty, the Emperor is here, the Emperor is here."
This time, Ji Huai didn't come alone, and there were people waiting around him. Even if it was midnight, the entire Jingyang Palace had to wait and be busy for a while.
Song Wan's sleepyhead was immediately scared away and stood up.
Ji Huai was wearing black uniforms and a jade crown on his head. He looked noble and elegant. He put one hand behind his back and walked in.
"I have met the emperor." Song Wan stepped forward and saluted.
"Get up." Ji Huai took two steps forward, reached out to help her, and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"I missed the Emperor so much that I couldn't sleep, so I sat and waited for the Emperor. I never thought that the Emperor would actually come." She reached out to hold his hand and pulled him inside.
"I've been busy lately, and I told you there's no need to wait." Ji Huai looked at her sideways and said.
"Wait a minute, it's my matter, the emperor has taken care of it?" After Song Wan finished speaking, she reached out and pulled the corner of his clothes, and said coquettishly, "Didn't I expect the emperor to come today?"
He must have seen the note she wrote.
"You." Ji Huai raised the corner of his mouth slightly, sighed helplessly and asked, "What if you can't wait for me?"
"Didn't the cakes the emperor ate today have a special taste?" She pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"What does it smell like?" he wondered.
Song Wan put her other hand on his shoulder, and moved her delicate little face forward slightly, her eyes were clear and bright, her red lips opened and closed, her voice was sweet, "It's all because I miss the emperor sweetly."
"It's so sweet."
Ji Huai was really tickled by what she said, so he hugged her soft and delicate body and fell on the bed.
Song Wan fell under him, looking at him with tender eyes, "Why can't I wait? The emperor must have tasted it."
"I tasted it." Ji Huai nodded, his hand covering her slender waist, stroking it, his eyes changed a little.
"Then the emperor, from the eyes of this concubine, do you still see that we are all the emperor?" Song Wan said softly, and her slender hands went to untie his belt, her voice getting waxier as she spoke.
Ji Huai reached out and grabbed her hand, put it on top of his head, stared into her watery eyes, half-smiling but not smiling, "I looked carefully and looked again, but I didn't see anything other than charming and provocative."
"The emperor must have not looked carefully, and I am so wronged." She snorted tenderly, raised her head and looked at him, the exquisite and attractive collarbone under her white neck was more obvious, and her bright black eyes were slightly widened, "Your Majesty Look carefully, how could there be no emperor? The emperor is in my eyes and in my heart."
Ji Huai couldn't wait to take another look and just wanted to make people cry.
The two of them were naked and intertwined. Song Wan was enjoying herself under him, and her graceful figure was entangled with him. Ji Huai almost lost control several times.
The soft begging for mercy and the charming eyes finally made him lose control.
After it was over, the two of them were sweating. Ji Huai carried her to the penthouse and took a bath with her. Song Wan's legs were weak and she lay limply in his arms.
Ji Huai hugged her, looked down at her and said, "I can see clearly. In my beloved concubine's eyes, it is indeed me."
Song Wan's dimples were tender, and he added weakly, "I am the emperor in my heart and soul, but I am trapped in the palace and cannot see the emperor. I can only miss him in my heart."
"In the past, you could still see the Emperor's figure from a distance, but now if the Emperor doesn't come, you won't be able to see him. I miss you deeply."
Ji Huai put his hand on her smooth back and said in a low and magnetic voice, "Didn't I come today?"
Song Wan turned around in his arms, took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, and pursed her lips, "I can't even deliver cakes to the emperor. I waited for the emperor for a whole day before he came. Knowing that the emperor was busy, I could only I can wait silently in this courtyard. I have been sitting in the courtyard for a long time today and can't go anywhere."
Ji Huai lowered his eyes to look at her, then used a free hand to scratch the tip of her nose, "Then I can't help but satisfy you."
Her eyes were startled at first, and then she was secretly happy. It seemed that she didn't expect it to be so easy, and she still said what she meant, "I didn't deliberately escape punishment. The emperor cared deeply for me, and he often came to see me. I have already I’m very touched, how can I be proud of being favored?”
"Then I will take back what I just said?" Ji Huai teased her.
Song Wan was a little anxious, hugging him and dragging her voice, "Your Majesty, Jun Wu is joking, deceiving a concubine into a woman, can Your Majesty bear it?"
He laughed, "It's quite unbearable."
"The flowers in the back garden are all blooming, but I haven't admired them properly yet. When I do, the emperor will come up in two days. They are not only sweet, but also fragrant. The emperor will definitely like them more, okay? ?" She said coquettishly without hiding her purpose at all.
She didn't want to be grounded, lest everyone think that she was in the cold palace, with no chance of turning around, and anyone would dare to step on her.
Ji Huai laughed so hard that his chest trembled. He put his hand on her waist and pressed her against the edge of the barrel, close to him.
Song Wan didn't hide, she just said, "I'm just sweet now, but not fragrant at all."
"I don't mind."
The two of them were fooling around in the penthouse again, and when it was almost dawn, they lay on the bed again, with Song Wan lying on top of him, drowsy.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, a low, magnetic voice sounded, which seemed to be a little indulgent, "I can't help you, just do whatever you want to do."
She was very tired and didn't think much about it. She just hugged him and said some nice words.
Then I couldn't hold it any longer and fell asleep.
Ji Huai looked at her sleeping face, reached out and touched her hair gently, then lowered his head and kissed her, with tenderness in his eyes.