The prince held his forehead and asked, "What kind of incense is burning in this palace? Why do I feel dizzy when I smell it?"
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
It's a nice thought. She will have a son with someone else, and then give him to him to inherit the Huo family? His ambition is obvious. He doesn't even plan to betray others! The prince gasped and gritted his teeth, "What are you thinking about? I'm like this now. Is your heart made of iron?"
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
Xinghe said, "Master, you know the rules of the Jingshifang, right? The concubines who are favored for the first time are given a piece of love incense. The incense is used to increase the pleasure, so that you are not nervous and can have fewer troubles."
When serving in the palace, it is not appropriate to wear too thick clothes. Female officials and palace maids usually only wear padded robes to avoid clumsy movements. This gave the prince an opportunity to take advantage of it. He rubbed it and thought, Xinghe's belly is so soft, even if she pretended to shrink, he still felt it was so soft. In fact, he wanted to do this a long time ago, but he didn't get a good opportunity. This time, he used the fragrance to cover his face, and he would have an excuse to shirk it later. He was just confused at the time, not his original intention.
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
The result was embarrassment to those behind him.
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
When serving in the palace, it is not appropriate to wear too thick clothes. Female officials and palace maids usually only wear padded robes to avoid clumsy movements. This gave the prince an opportunity to take advantage of it. He rubbed it and thought, Xinghe's belly is so soft, even if she pretended to shrink, he still felt it was so soft. In fact, he wanted to do this a long time ago, but he didn't get a good opportunity. This time, he used the fragrance to cover his face, and he would have an excuse to shirk it later. He was just confused at the time, not his original intention.
Of course he was afraid of suffocating to death, so the prince took a breath and continued to bury the body.
The prince said, "You even know this?"
What should we do? Didn't he say that if we couldn't have a son? She was busy with her work and wanted to comfort him a few more words, but as she kneaded her belly, she felt the outline of her belly gradually take shape. She exclaimed, "Don't tell me it's swollen..."
Dequan came forward and laughed at the man with his sleeves tucked in. "My lord, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I'll call the imperial physician to take your pulse. It's so cold, you have to take care of yourself. If you get better and don't know about it, you'll regret it if something goes wrong."
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
He finally turned around and looked at her with an aggrieved look, "I feel dizzy."
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
The captain held up the petition and read it out loud, starting with the suspect's name and age, and going all the way to the fact that he had entered the princess's mansion as a servant and was taking advantage of her. The cook had never been an opera singer, which was a waste of his talent. He had been listening quietly, but when he heard about the poisoning of the prince consort, he suddenly cried out, "Unjust... I am wronged, I have a grievance to appeal, please, sir, help me."
The prince said it was not necessary, raised his hand and loosened his collar, then he felt relieved and let out a long breath.
Xinghe nodded, "I am the female minister. Originally, I was in charge of all the documents in the Eastern Palace. Although I have never handled these things, I still know the conventions."
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
Of course he was afraid of suffocating to death, so the prince took a breath and continued to bury the body.
He was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Xinghe, you go back first."
Dequan looked at her eagerly, and waited for her to nod. She sighed and said, "General Manager, bring me the list of all the maids in the East Palace tomorrow."
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
Of course he was afraid of suffocating to death, so the prince took a breath and continued to bury the body.
The prince stroked his forehead again, "So, this incense has the magical effect of aphrodisiac?"
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
The prince held his forehead and asked, "What kind of incense is burning in this palace? Why do I feel dizzy when I smell it?"
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
The captain held up the petition and read it out loud, starting with the suspect's name and age, and going all the way to the fact that he had entered the princess's mansion as a servant and was taking advantage of her. The cook had never been an opera singer, which was a waste of his talent. He had been listening quietly, but when he heard about the poisoning of the prince consort, he suddenly cried out, "Unjust... I am wronged, I have a grievance to appeal, please, sir, help me."
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
Did he get into trouble? She was so scared that her scalp went numb. She jumped down and chased him, groping around on his lower abdomen with one hand, "Where did you kick me? Did it hurt? Ah, my master..." She almost cried, sobbing, "It's my fault. I didn't know the severity of the situation... I'll call the imperial physician."
Xinghe muttered, "Maybe the fire is too strong. I'll tell them to lower the flames."
She answered seriously, "Let's talk about people. Actually, I think incense is very effective when used to fumigate a room. But if you want to use incense to influence people's spirits, you have to use a large amount in a closed space." While speaking, she observed the prince's expression, "Master, what's wrong? Does this smell make you uncomfortable? I will order them to take it away immediately."
Xinghe was also a little flustered. If things got out of hand, something bad would happen. She hesitated, "Then I'll call the person back. He's in the duty room anyway."
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
The captain held up the petition and read it out loud, starting with the suspect's name and age, and going all the way to the fact that he had entered the princess's mansion as a servant and was taking advantage of her. The cook had never been an opera singer, which was a waste of his talent. He had been listening quietly, but when he heard about the poisoning of the prince consort, he suddenly cried out, "Unjust... I am wronged, I have a grievance to appeal, please, sir, help me."
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
She combed his hair like this for a stick of incense, not getting tired of it. Maybe she didn't have any evil thoughts in her mind, so her face was open. As for the prince, his mind was working like a windmill. The lights in the palace tonight were different from before. The lampshades were covered with red gauze, so everything was very charming. In this environment, it was inevitable that the mind was distracted, and the hands in the sleeves went from empty to clenched into fists. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, thousands of times, in fact, never tired of looking at it.
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
"It's okay..." He forced a smile, "It will be fine in a while."
She said all she had to say. "The criminal was brought to the Military Control Department along with five other servants from the mansion half a year ago. Half a year has passed, and people's hearts have changed, but the files are still the files from half a year ago. Although I later redid the confession and retried the person, the criminal admitted it too readily, which seems a bit unusual. Here, the criminal has confessed, and I can't dig deeper. You all know that this is related to the Princess's Mansion, and it is a serious matter, and face is important. I invite you all today, and we will go through the formalities and do things behind closed doors. After all, we are all in the Military Control Department."
He called her: "Xinghe..."
But he didn't say anything, but stood up and spun half a circle on the spot. Before Xinghe could figure out what was going on, he half-lying on the dressing table.
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
This is a bit difficult for her. How can she be responsible? "Then I will give you a son in the future. What do you think?"
Xinghe nodded and gently stroked his black hair.
Dequan came forward and laughed at the man with his sleeves tucked in. "My lord, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I'll call the imperial physician to take your pulse. It's so cold, you have to take care of yourself. If you get better and don't know about it, you'll regret it if something goes wrong."
Xinghe said, "Master, you know the rules of the Jingshifang, right? The concubines who are favored for the first time are given a piece of love incense. The incense is used to increase the pleasure, so that you are not nervous and can have fewer troubles."
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"
The prince said, "You even know this?"
This time Dequan understood, he said "oh" and his face was full of smiles. It turned out that he was also anxious, and wanted to find an older one to be a babysitter for the Crown Prince in the future. Alas, it's not easy for me. I'm worried sick. I'm so sad that I can't do this. When Empress Gong was alive, he was sent to the side of the Crown Prince. It can be said that he grew up watching the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince, a descendant of a noble family, has a proud personality. Until now, the only woman he likes is Lady Su. If this continues, something bad will happen. Now it's good, there is finally a successor. Dequan agreed timidly, and couldn't help rolling up his sleeves to wipe his tears, which confused Xinghe.
She was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was impossible to wash off the guilt even if she jumped into the Yellow River, what good was there to believe? Did he really think that he could have a child by talking nonsense? But now there was the saying of "recognizing the family", what else could she do. She felt melancholy, her reputation was ruined bit by bit by the man in the palace. She kicked him today, and she felt guilty just now, but now she thought that he deserved it. It was a pity for her, Yue Ting worked with her brother, they were in the same boat, and he was not married, and she secretly had that thought. Now that the dirty water has been thrown layer by layer, even she herself feels that she is not worthy of him. She originally wanted to find a chance to explain to him, but now she is afraid that there is no need.
The prince in the mirror closed his eyes, with an intoxicated look on his face. When he relaxed, his eyebrows were relaxed, and even his trimmed temples looked like books. The peach wood comb shuttled through his hair, one by one, quietly and smoothly. Neither of them spoke, time was the most gentle, and there was no need to bother to cover up anything. He was down-to-earth as his master, and Xinghe served him dutifully, and they both got what they deserved.
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
She folded her hands helplessly and said, "I just had a serious talk with the master, and he said he likes older women. This female attendant today... is too young."
She combed his hair like this for a stick of incense, not getting tired of it. Maybe she didn't have any evil thoughts in her mind, so her face was open. As for the prince, his mind was working like a windmill. The lights in the palace tonight were different from before. The lampshades were covered with red gauze, so everything was very charming. In this environment, it was inevitable that the mind was distracted, and the hands in the sleeves went from empty to clenched into fists. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, thousands of times, in fact, never tired of looking at it.
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
She combed his hair like this for a stick of incense, not getting tired of it. Maybe she didn't have any evil thoughts in her mind, so her face was open. As for the prince, his mind was working like a windmill. The lights in the palace tonight were different from before. The lampshades were covered with red gauze, so everything was very charming. In this environment, it was inevitable that the mind was distracted, and the hands in the sleeves went from empty to clenched into fists. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, thousands of times, in fact, never tired of looking at it.
She answered seriously, "Let's talk about people. Actually, I think incense is very effective when used to fumigate a room. But if you want to use incense to influence people's spirits, you have to use a large amount in a closed space." While speaking, she observed the prince's expression, "Master, what's wrong? Does this smell make you uncomfortable? I will order them to take it away immediately."
She thought about it and decided that the one who was having fun should be the one who made the most noise. "I'll have someone remove the incense..."
His reversal of his confession in court made the editors stand up straight. Xinghe was fiddling with the mutton-fat jade ornament in her hand, listening to him report word by word according to the instructions given in advance. Finally, the four words "Second Master of the Gao Family" came out of his mouth. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then showed an embarrassed look on her face and asked the editors in the court: "How should we deal with this matter? Gao Shaoqing is the brother of the prince consort!"
"It's okay..." He forced a smile, "It will be fine in a while."
This time Dequan understood, he said "oh" and his face was full of smiles. It turned out that he was also anxious, and wanted to find an older one to be a babysitter for the Crown Prince in the future. Alas, it's not easy for me. I'm worried sick. I'm so sad that I can't do this. When Empress Gong was alive, he was sent to the side of the Crown Prince. It can be said that he grew up watching the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince, a descendant of a noble family, has a proud personality. Until now, the only woman he likes is Lady Su. If this continues, something bad will happen. Now it's good, there is finally a successor. Dequan agreed timidly, and couldn't help rolling up his sleeves to wipe his tears, which confused Xinghe.
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
There were two Kunlun Mountains above his head, and he could reach the top of the mountain if he looked up. He mustered up his courage several times, but unfortunately he didn't dare. Even so, he felt satisfied. The fragrance of her body was steamed by her body heat and filled his nose. He sniffed it carefully twice, and he still liked her smell, so the saying of recognizing her was not groundless.
He called her: "Xinghe..."
Dequan was dumbfounded again, "Don't men just love younger ones? Our master..."
Did he get into trouble? She was so scared that her scalp went numb. She jumped down and chased him, groping around on his lower abdomen with one hand, "Where did you kick me? Did it hurt? Ah, my master..." She almost cried, sobbing, "It's my fault. I didn't know the severity of the situation... I'll call the imperial physician."
She folded her hands helplessly and said, "I just had a serious talk with the master, and he said he likes older women. This female attendant today... is too young."
Xinghe's hands and feet suddenly froze, and he pushed him twice but failed to move him away. "Are you going to faint?" He fanned his sleeves more vigorously and patted him on the back. "Master, please don't scare me."
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
Xinghe nodded and gently stroked his black hair.
But he suddenly leaned forward and hugged her waist, pressing his face against her ribs, "Don't move, just like that."
When serving in the palace, it is not appropriate to wear too thick clothes. Female officials and palace maids usually only wear padded robes to avoid clumsy movements. This gave the prince an opportunity to take advantage of it. He rubbed it and thought, Xinghe's belly is so soft, even if she pretended to shrink, he still felt it was so soft. In fact, he wanted to do this a long time ago, but he didn't get a good opportunity. This time, he used the fragrance to cover his face, and he would have an excuse to shirk it later. He was just confused at the time, not his original intention.
"Hmm?" She raised her eyes, "What do you want, Master?"
He was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Xinghe, you go back first."
The prince was in so much pain that he couldn't open his teeth, he just clenched her sleeve tightly. When the imperial physician came, would he still be able to live as a human being after being injured in this place
She stroked him carefully. Seeing that he was embarrassed, she was very calm. "I'll be gentle. You take a breath and relax." She walked back and forth a few times like petting a cat or a dog, and asked with her face raised, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
She refused, kneeling in front of him and rubbing his cheeks, "What if you die after I leave?" She was so anxious that she couldn't hold back her words. She was scared. She was really afraid that the East Palace would hang up the white flags tomorrow morning, and then the situation would be in chaos.
After thinking about it, he couldn't blame her. It was because he didn't have good intentions, and he deserved it. But this kind of pain was really hard to describe. He wanted to rub it, but she was in front of him, and he had no other choice but to pinch her waist.
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
He finally turned around and looked at her with an aggrieved look, "I feel dizzy."
His heart began to beat fast. "I feel a little hot."
The prince said, "You even know this?"
The prince was a martial artist. He had three martial arts masters who took turns teaching him riding and archery since he was six years old. After sixteen years of training, he had become very strong. You couldn't tell from his usual fancy clothes, but today when he loosened his collar, wow... Xinghe saw his physique for the first time, and it was shadowy and distinct. With his loose long hair and listless look, he had an indescribable strange beauty.
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
She refused, kneeling in front of him and rubbing his cheeks, "What if you die after I leave?" She was so anxious that she couldn't hold back her words. She was scared. She was really afraid that the East Palace would hang up the white flags tomorrow morning, and then the situation would be in chaos.
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
After hearing that, she lifted his hair and touched the skin on his collar, which was indeed sweaty.
The result was embarrassment to those behind him.
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Xinghe was also a little flustered. If things got out of hand, something bad would happen. She hesitated, "Then I'll call the person back. He's in the duty room anyway."
Xinghe was also a little flustered. If things got out of hand, something bad would happen. She hesitated, "Then I'll call the person back. He's in the duty room anyway."
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
Dequan was dumbfounded again, "Don't men just love younger ones? Our master..."
"Hmm?" She raised her eyes, "What do you want, Master?"
Palace servants serving their masters, especially those who are close to their bodies, don’t have so many taboos. Just like when he was a child, he watched his mother take care of him. When he was just able to walk, he kept a close eye on his diaper and touched it whenever he wanted. No one kowtowed and said, “Your servant is waiting for your shit and urine.” That’s something that can’t be said. The prince thought that Xinghe’s reaction was the same as when he saw his mother, but in his eyes, the situation was different. The slight touch of the fingertips made his hair stand on end and his heart was burning with anger.
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
She turned around again and bowed to the people in the hall. "Since the case has become complicated again, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a decision at today's hearing. Please report the truth to the emperor. Give me two days. I will overcome all difficulties and get to the bottom of it."
The editors all understood the reason. In fact, in this kind of case, to put it bluntly, it only takes one person to take the blame, no matter whether it is a personal grudge or someone else's instructions.
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
Dequan came forward and laughed at the man with his sleeves tucked in. "My lord, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I'll call the imperial physician to take your pulse. It's so cold, you have to take care of yourself. If you get better and don't know about it, you'll regret it if something goes wrong."
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
Xinghe muttered, "Maybe the fire is too strong. I'll tell them to lower the flames."
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
The prince was in so much pain that he couldn't open his teeth, he just clenched her sleeve tightly. When the imperial physician came, would he still be able to live as a human being after being injured in this place
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
Xinghe was also a little flustered. If things got out of hand, something bad would happen. She hesitated, "Then I'll call the person back. He's in the duty room anyway."
This time Dequan understood, he said "oh" and his face was full of smiles. It turned out that he was also anxious, and wanted to find an older one to be a babysitter for the Crown Prince in the future. Alas, it's not easy for me. I'm worried sick. I'm so sad that I can't do this. When Empress Gong was alive, he was sent to the side of the Crown Prince. It can be said that he grew up watching the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince, a descendant of a noble family, has a proud personality. Until now, the only woman he likes is Lady Su. If this continues, something bad will happen. Now it's good, there is finally a successor. Dequan agreed timidly, and couldn't help rolling up his sleeves to wipe his tears, which confused Xinghe.
What should we do? Didn't he say that if we couldn't have a son? She was busy with her work and wanted to comfort him a few more words, but as she kneaded her belly, she felt the outline of her belly gradually take shape. She exclaimed, "Don't tell me it's swollen..."
The prince said it was not necessary, raised his hand and loosened his collar, then he felt relieved and let out a long breath.
His face was buried in her belly. She was afraid that he would laugh at her because of her fat belly, so she took a deep breath. But he refused to get up and held her tightly. She poked him with a finger and said, "Aren't you afraid of suffocating to death?"
His reversal of his confession in court made the editors stand up straight. Xinghe was fiddling with the mutton-fat jade ornament in her hand, listening to him report word by word according to the instructions given in advance. Finally, the four words "Second Master of the Gao Family" came out of his mouth. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then showed an embarrassed look on her face and asked the editors in the court: "How should we deal with this matter? Gao Shaoqing is the brother of the prince consort!"
The prince said, "You even know this?"
He called her: "Xinghe..."
She answered seriously, "Let's talk about people. Actually, I think incense is very effective when used to fumigate a room. But if you want to use incense to influence people's spirits, you have to use a large amount in a closed space." While speaking, she observed the prince's expression, "Master, what's wrong? Does this smell make you uncomfortable? I will order them to take it away immediately."
This is a bit difficult for her. How can she be responsible? "Then I will give you a son in the future. What do you think?"
The result was embarrassment to those behind him.
Xinghe's hands and feet suddenly froze, and he pushed him twice but failed to move him away. "Are you going to faint?" He fanned his sleeves more vigorously and patted him on the back. "Master, please don't scare me."
He called her: "Xinghe..."
The prince stroked his forehead again, "So, this incense has the magical effect of aphrodisiac?"
The prince was a martial artist. He had three martial arts masters who took turns teaching him riding and archery since he was six years old. After sixteen years of training, he had become very strong. You couldn't tell from his usual fancy clothes, but today when he loosened his collar, wow... Xinghe saw his physique for the first time, and it was shadowy and distinct. With his loose long hair and listless look, he had an indescribable strange beauty.
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
Did he get into trouble? She was so scared that her scalp went numb. She jumped down and chased him, groping around on his lower abdomen with one hand, "Where did you kick me? Did it hurt? Ah, my master..." She almost cried, sobbing, "It's my fault. I didn't know the severity of the situation... I'll call the imperial physician."
The prince said, "You even know this?"
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
Dequan was dumbfounded again, "Don't men just love younger ones? Our master..."
Xinghe nodded, "I am the female minister. Originally, I was in charge of all the documents in the Eastern Palace. Although I have never handled these things, I still know the conventions."
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
The tighter he hugged her, the more shy she became. She kept saying, "Why are you being so lazy..."
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
He was not happy after hearing this, "What did you say?" He stretched out his hand to twist the grape buckle on her neck, put his face close to hers, and muttered, "Why don't we let the Jingshifang record your file?"
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
He finally turned around and looked at her with an aggrieved look, "I feel dizzy."
Xinghe couldn't touch the ground with his feet, and he kept his balance with his legs spread wide. He smiled smugly and even wanted to get in. In a flash, she kicked him away without thinking. But maybe she missed the target in panic, and the kick went wrong. The prince's face suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back, holding his waist with his hands, his legs swaying, and finally he couldn't hold on and sat back on the stool.
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
But he suddenly leaned forward and hugged her waist, pressing his face against her ribs, "Don't move, just like that."
She answered seriously, "Let's talk about people. Actually, I think incense is very effective when used to fumigate a room. But if you want to use incense to influence people's spirits, you have to use a large amount in a closed space." While speaking, she observed the prince's expression, "Master, what's wrong? Does this smell make you uncomfortable? I will order them to take it away immediately."
She thought about it and decided that the one who was having fun should be the one who made the most noise. "I'll have someone remove the incense..."
This is a bit difficult for her. How can she be responsible? "Then I will give you a son in the future. What do you think?"
Xinghe said, "Master, you know the rules of the Jingshifang, right? The concubines who are favored for the first time are given a piece of love incense. The incense is used to increase the pleasure, so that you are not nervous and can have fewer troubles."
Xinghe muttered, "Maybe the fire is too strong. I'll tell them to lower the flames."
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
Xinghe couldn't touch the ground with his feet, and he kept his balance with his legs spread wide. He smiled smugly and even wanted to get in. In a flash, she kicked him away without thinking. But maybe she missed the target in panic, and the kick went wrong. The prince's face suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back, holding his waist with his hands, his legs swaying, and finally he couldn't hold on and sat back on the stool.
"Hmm?" She raised her eyes, "What do you want, Master?"
But he suddenly leaned forward and hugged her waist, pressing his face against her ribs, "Don't move, just like that."
She turned around again and bowed to the people in the hall. "Since the case has become complicated again, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a decision at today's hearing. Please report the truth to the emperor. Give me two days. I will overcome all difficulties and get to the bottom of it."
The prince stroked his forehead again, "So, this incense has the magical effect of aphrodisiac?"
She stroked him carefully. Seeing that he was embarrassed, she was very calm. "I'll be gentle. You take a breath and relax." She walked back and forth a few times like petting a cat or a dog, and asked with her face raised, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Xinghe's hands and feet suddenly froze, and he pushed him twice but failed to move him away. "Are you going to faint?" He fanned his sleeves more vigorously and patted him on the back. "Master, please don't scare me."
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
There were two Kunlun Mountains above his head, and he could reach the top of the mountain if he looked up. He mustered up his courage several times, but unfortunately he didn't dare. Even so, he felt satisfied. The fragrance of her body was steamed by her body heat and filled his nose. He sniffed it carefully twice, and he still liked her smell, so the saying of recognizing her was not groundless.
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
The prince in the mirror closed his eyes, with an intoxicated look on his face. When he relaxed, his eyebrows were relaxed, and even his trimmed temples looked like books. The peach wood comb shuttled through his hair, one by one, quietly and smoothly. Neither of them spoke, time was the most gentle, and there was no need to bother to cover up anything. He was down-to-earth as his master, and Xinghe served him dutifully, and they both got what they deserved.
The result was embarrassment to those behind him.
The prince felt like crying but couldn't, and said, "Su Xinghe, you are so brave. If I can't give birth to a son in the future, you will be responsible."
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
After such a commotion, she was indeed dizzy. The palace was too hot, so hot that she almost had a fever. She ran out of the palace and stood under the corridor and retched twice. When she turned to leave, she saw Dequan leaning against the pillar, his two small eyes shining with brilliance.
The prince said it was not necessary, raised his hand and loosened his collar, then he felt relieved and let out a long breath.
Because all the necessary preparations had been made the day before, the chief writers of the five prefectures and twelve departments arrived at the Control Military Department one after another at noon the next day. Xinghe was the chief judge of this case, and she stood outside the gate early in the morning, waiting and welcoming the officials into the government office one by one. Her status was special, and everyone in the cabinet knew it, so they greeted her with extra warmth and courtesy.
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"
The captain held up the petition and read it out loud, starting with the suspect's name and age, and going all the way to the fact that he had entered the princess's mansion as a servant and was taking advantage of her. The cook had never been an opera singer, which was a waste of his talent. He had been listening quietly, but when he heard about the poisoning of the prince consort, he suddenly cried out, "Unjust... I am wronged, I have a grievance to appeal, please, sir, help me."
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
His face was buried in her belly. She was afraid that he would laugh at her because of her fat belly, so she took a deep breath. But he refused to get up and held her tightly. She poked him with a finger and said, "Aren't you afraid of suffocating to death?"
His face was buried in her belly. She was afraid that he would laugh at her because of her fat belly, so she took a deep breath. But he refused to get up and held her tightly. She poked him with a finger and said, "Aren't you afraid of suffocating to death?"
But he didn't say anything, but stood up and spun half a circle on the spot. Before Xinghe could figure out what was going on, he half-lying on the dressing table.
Of course he was afraid of suffocating to death, so the prince took a breath and continued to bury the body.
This is a bit difficult for her. How can she be responsible? "Then I will give you a son in the future. What do you think?"
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
The prince was a martial artist. He had three martial arts masters who took turns teaching him riding and archery since he was six years old. After sixteen years of training, he had become very strong. You couldn't tell from his usual fancy clothes, but today when he loosened his collar, wow... Xinghe saw his physique for the first time, and it was shadowy and distinct. With his loose long hair and listless look, he had an indescribable strange beauty.
The prince was startled and brushed her away. She was stunned for a long while, and seemed to understand. She stood up and rubbed her hands awkwardly, saying, "Well... It's late, my master should rest."
The prince in the mirror closed his eyes, with an intoxicated look on his face. When he relaxed, his eyebrows were relaxed, and even his trimmed temples looked like books. The peach wood comb shuttled through his hair, one by one, quietly and smoothly. Neither of them spoke, time was the most gentle, and there was no need to bother to cover up anything. He was down-to-earth as his master, and Xinghe served him dutifully, and they both got what they deserved.
When serving in the palace, it is not appropriate to wear too thick clothes. Female officials and palace maids usually only wear padded robes to avoid clumsy movements. This gave the prince an opportunity to take advantage of it. He rubbed it and thought, Xinghe's belly is so soft, even if she pretended to shrink, he still felt it was so soft. In fact, he wanted to do this a long time ago, but he didn't get a good opportunity. This time, he used the fragrance to cover his face, and he would have an excuse to shirk it later. He was just confused at the time, not his original intention.
"Hmm?" She raised her eyes, "What do you want, Master?"
The prince was startled and brushed her away. She was stunned for a long while, and seemed to understand. She stood up and rubbed her hands awkwardly, saying, "Well... It's late, my master should rest."
There were two Kunlun Mountains above his head, and he could reach the top of the mountain if he looked up. He mustered up his courage several times, but unfortunately he didn't dare. Even so, he felt satisfied. The fragrance of her body was steamed by her body heat and filled his nose. He sniffed it carefully twice, and he still liked her smell, so the saying of recognizing her was not groundless.
Xinghe's hands and feet suddenly froze, and he pushed him twice but failed to move him away. "Are you going to faint?" He fanned his sleeves more vigorously and patted him on the back. "Master, please don't scare me."
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
The tighter he hugged her, the more shy she became. She kept saying, "Why are you being so lazy..."
The prince's face turned from white to green, and finally to red. The pain gradually dissipated, replaced by a greater emptiness, like a sieve, covering him completely.
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
"Hmm?" She raised her eyes, "What do you want, Master?"
Xinghe was also a little flustered. If things got out of hand, something bad would happen. She hesitated, "Then I'll call the person back. He's in the duty room anyway."
Xinghe said, "Master, you know the rules of the Jingshifang, right? The concubines who are favored for the first time are given a piece of love incense. The incense is used to increase the pleasure, so that you are not nervous and can have fewer troubles."
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
The result was embarrassment to those behind him.
She said all she had to say. "The criminal was brought to the Military Control Department along with five other servants from the mansion half a year ago. Half a year has passed, and people's hearts have changed, but the files are still the files from half a year ago. Although I later redid the confession and retried the person, the criminal admitted it too readily, which seems a bit unusual. Here, the criminal has confessed, and I can't dig deeper. You all know that this is related to the Princess's Mansion, and it is a serious matter, and face is important. I invite you all today, and we will go through the formalities and do things behind closed doors. After all, we are all in the Military Control Department."
Xinghe said, "Master, you know the rules of the Jingshifang, right? The concubines who are favored for the first time are given a piece of love incense. The incense is used to increase the pleasure, so that you are not nervous and can have fewer troubles."
"It's okay..." He forced a smile, "It will be fine in a while."
She turned around again and bowed to the people in the hall. "Since the case has become complicated again, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a decision at today's hearing. Please report the truth to the emperor. Give me two days. I will overcome all difficulties and get to the bottom of it."
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
But he didn't say anything, but stood up and spun half a circle on the spot. Before Xinghe could figure out what was going on, he half-lying on the dressing table.
She turned around again and bowed to the people in the hall. "Since the case has become complicated again, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a decision at today's hearing. Please report the truth to the emperor. Give me two days. I will overcome all difficulties and get to the bottom of it."
But he didn't say anything, but stood up and spun half a circle on the spot. Before Xinghe could figure out what was going on, he half-lying on the dressing table.
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Who knows? Xinghe smiled vaguely with the corners of his mouth drooping. He didn't say anything more to him. He put on his cloak and went back to the women's quarters.
Xinghe was also a little flustered. If things got out of hand, something bad would happen. She hesitated, "Then I'll call the person back. He's in the duty room anyway."
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
She didn't believe it and said, "Look at your face, it changes color every moment." She regretted so much that she shouldn't have kicked him just now. If something bad had happened, it would have been useless even if her intestines were ruined.
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
The captain held up the petition and read it out loud, starting with the suspect's name and age, and going all the way to the fact that he had entered the princess's mansion as a servant and was taking advantage of her. The cook had never been an opera singer, which was a waste of his talent. He had been listening quietly, but when he heard about the poisoning of the prince consort, he suddenly cried out, "Unjust... I am wronged, I have a grievance to appeal, please, sir, help me."
She stroked him carefully. Seeing that he was embarrassed, she was very calm. "I'll be gentle. You take a breath and relax." She walked back and forth a few times like petting a cat or a dog, and asked with her face raised, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
He was not happy after hearing this, "What did you say?" He stretched out his hand to twist the grape buckle on her neck, put his face close to hers, and muttered, "Why don't we let the Jingshifang record your file?"
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
She folded her hands helplessly and said, "I just had a serious talk with the master, and he said he likes older women. This female attendant today... is too young."
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
Xinghe couldn't touch the ground with his feet, and he kept his balance with his legs spread wide. He smiled smugly and even wanted to get in. In a flash, she kicked him away without thinking. But maybe she missed the target in panic, and the kick went wrong. The prince's face suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back, holding his waist with his hands, his legs swaying, and finally he couldn't hold on and sat back on the stool.
The prince's face turned from white to green, and finally to red. The pain gradually dissipated, replaced by a greater emptiness, like a sieve, covering him completely.
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
Xinghe nodded and gently stroked his black hair.
She was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was impossible to wash off the guilt even if she jumped into the Yellow River, what good was there to believe? Did he really think that he could have a child by talking nonsense? But now there was the saying of "recognizing the family", what else could she do. She felt melancholy, her reputation was ruined bit by bit by the man in the palace. She kicked him today, and she felt guilty just now, but now she thought that he deserved it. It was a pity for her, Yue Ting worked with her brother, they were in the same boat, and he was not married, and she secretly had that thought. Now that the dirty water has been thrown layer by layer, even she herself feels that she is not worthy of him. She originally wanted to find a chance to explain to him, but now she is afraid that there is no need.
Of course he was afraid of suffocating to death, so the prince took a breath and continued to bury the body.
Xinghe nodded, "I am the female minister. Originally, I was in charge of all the documents in the Eastern Palace. Although I have never handled these things, I still know the conventions."
Did he get into trouble? She was so scared that her scalp went numb. She jumped down and chased him, groping around on his lower abdomen with one hand, "Where did you kick me? Did it hurt? Ah, my master..." She almost cried, sobbing, "It's my fault. I didn't know the severity of the situation... I'll call the imperial physician."
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
She thought about it and decided that the one who was having fun should be the one who made the most noise. "I'll have someone remove the incense..."
She was startled. "Butler, what are you doing?"
She refused, kneeling in front of him and rubbing his cheeks, "What if you die after I leave?" She was so anxious that she couldn't hold back her words. She was scared. She was really afraid that the East Palace would hang up the white flags tomorrow morning, and then the situation would be in chaos.
The prince was in so much pain that he couldn't open his teeth, he just clenched her sleeve tightly. When the imperial physician came, would he still be able to live as a human being after being injured in this place
Dequan came forward and laughed at the man with his sleeves tucked in. "My lord, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I'll call the imperial physician to take your pulse. It's so cold, you have to take care of yourself. If you get better and don't know about it, you'll regret it if something goes wrong."
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
"It's okay..." He forced a smile, "It will be fine in a while."
There were two Kunlun Mountains above his head, and he could reach the top of the mountain if he looked up. He mustered up his courage several times, but unfortunately he didn't dare. Even so, he felt satisfied. The fragrance of her body was steamed by her body heat and filled his nose. He sniffed it carefully twice, and he still liked her smell, so the saying of recognizing her was not groundless.
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
The result was embarrassment to those behind him.
But he suddenly leaned forward and hugged her waist, pressing his face against her ribs, "Don't move, just like that."
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
Of course he was afraid of suffocating to death, so the prince took a breath and continued to bury the body.
After thinking about it, he couldn't blame her. It was because he didn't have good intentions, and he deserved it. But this kind of pain was really hard to describe. He wanted to rub it, but she was in front of him, and he had no other choice but to pinch her waist.
Xinghe couldn't touch the ground with his feet, and he kept his balance with his legs spread wide. He smiled smugly and even wanted to get in. In a flash, she kicked him away without thinking. But maybe she missed the target in panic, and the kick went wrong. The prince's face suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back, holding his waist with his hands, his legs swaying, and finally he couldn't hold on and sat back on the stool.
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
After escaping from the temple, I took a last look at him before leaving. He covered his face with his hands and looked a little sad. Xinghe himself felt that he was too stupid. How did things get to this point? They were obviously very smart and meticulous in front of others, but when they were alone, they were like two mentally handicapped fools. Maybe all childhood friends in the world are like this. Gender has long been blurred, and there is no bottom line when joking.
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
Xinghe muttered, "Maybe the fire is too strong. I'll tell them to lower the flames."
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
His face was buried in her belly. She was afraid that he would laugh at her because of her fat belly, so she took a deep breath. But he refused to get up and held her tightly. She poked him with a finger and said, "Aren't you afraid of suffocating to death?"
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
He was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Xinghe, you go back first."
The prince was a martial artist. He had three martial arts masters who took turns teaching him riding and archery since he was six years old. After sixteen years of training, he had become very strong. You couldn't tell from his usual fancy clothes, but today when he loosened his collar, wow... Xinghe saw his physique for the first time, and it was shadowy and distinct. With his loose long hair and listless look, he had an indescribable strange beauty.
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
She refused, kneeling in front of him and rubbing his cheeks, "What if you die after I leave?" She was so anxious that she couldn't hold back her words. She was scared. She was really afraid that the East Palace would hang up the white flags tomorrow morning, and then the situation would be in chaos.
She combed his hair like this for a stick of incense, not getting tired of it. Maybe she didn't have any evil thoughts in her mind, so her face was open. As for the prince, his mind was working like a windmill. The lights in the palace tonight were different from before. The lampshades were covered with red gauze, so everything was very charming. In this environment, it was inevitable that the mind was distracted, and the hands in the sleeves went from empty to clenched into fists. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, thousands of times, in fact, never tired of looking at it.
He called her: "Xinghe..."
She stroked him carefully. Seeing that he was embarrassed, she was very calm. "I'll be gentle. You take a breath and relax." She walked back and forth a few times like petting a cat or a dog, and asked with her face raised, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
The prince stroked his forehead again, "So, this incense has the magical effect of aphrodisiac?"
The prince stroked his forehead again, "So, this incense has the magical effect of aphrodisiac?"
He was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Xinghe, you go back first."
She answered seriously, "Let's talk about people. Actually, I think incense is very effective when used to fumigate a room. But if you want to use incense to influence people's spirits, you have to use a large amount in a closed space." While speaking, she observed the prince's expression, "Master, what's wrong? Does this smell make you uncomfortable? I will order them to take it away immediately."
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
She was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was impossible to wash off the guilt even if she jumped into the Yellow River, what good was there to believe? Did he really think that he could have a child by talking nonsense? But now there was the saying of "recognizing the family", what else could she do. She felt melancholy, her reputation was ruined bit by bit by the man in the palace. She kicked him today, and she felt guilty just now, but now she thought that he deserved it. It was a pity for her, Yue Ting worked with her brother, they were in the same boat, and he was not married, and she secretly had that thought. Now that the dirty water has been thrown layer by layer, even she herself feels that she is not worthy of him. She originally wanted to find a chance to explain to him, but now she is afraid that there is no need.
The prince said it was not necessary, raised his hand and loosened his collar, then he felt relieved and let out a long breath.
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
Of course he was afraid of suffocating to death, so the prince took a breath and continued to bury the body.
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
The prince's face turned from white to green, and finally to red. The pain gradually dissipated, replaced by a greater emptiness, like a sieve, covering him completely.
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
She refused, kneeling in front of him and rubbing his cheeks, "What if you die after I leave?" She was so anxious that she couldn't hold back her words. She was scared. She was really afraid that the East Palace would hang up the white flags tomorrow morning, and then the situation would be in chaos.
Palace servants serving their masters, especially those who are close to their bodies, don’t have so many taboos. Just like when he was a child, he watched his mother take care of him. When he was just able to walk, he kept a close eye on his diaper and touched it whenever he wanted. No one kowtowed and said, “Your servant is waiting for your shit and urine.” That’s something that can’t be said. The prince thought that Xinghe’s reaction was the same as when he saw his mother, but in his eyes, the situation was different. The slight touch of the fingertips made his hair stand on end and his heart was burning with anger.
The prince in the mirror closed his eyes, with an intoxicated look on his face. When he relaxed, his eyebrows were relaxed, and even his trimmed temples looked like books. The peach wood comb shuttled through his hair, one by one, quietly and smoothly. Neither of them spoke, time was the most gentle, and there was no need to bother to cover up anything. He was down-to-earth as his master, and Xinghe served him dutifully, and they both got what they deserved.
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
Did he get into trouble? She was so scared that her scalp went numb. She jumped down and chased him, groping around on his lower abdomen with one hand, "Where did you kick me? Did it hurt? Ah, my master..." She almost cried, sobbing, "It's my fault. I didn't know the severity of the situation... I'll call the imperial physician."
His face was buried in her belly. She was afraid that he would laugh at her because of her fat belly, so she took a deep breath. But he refused to get up and held her tightly. She poked him with a finger and said, "Aren't you afraid of suffocating to death?"
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
The prince felt like crying but couldn't, and said, "Su Xinghe, you are so brave. If I can't give birth to a son in the future, you will be responsible."
When serving in the palace, it is not appropriate to wear too thick clothes. Female officials and palace maids usually only wear padded robes to avoid clumsy movements. This gave the prince an opportunity to take advantage of it. He rubbed it and thought, Xinghe's belly is so soft, even if she pretended to shrink, he still felt it was so soft. In fact, he wanted to do this a long time ago, but he didn't get a good opportunity. This time, he used the fragrance to cover his face, and he would have an excuse to shirk it later. He was just confused at the time, not his original intention.
It's a nice thought. She will have a son with someone else, and then give him to him to inherit the Huo family? His ambition is obvious. He doesn't even plan to betray others! The prince gasped and gritted his teeth, "What are you thinking about? I'm like this now. Is your heart made of iron?"
She didn't believe it and said, "Look at your face, it changes color every moment." She regretted so much that she shouldn't have kicked him just now. If something bad had happened, it would have been useless even if her intestines were ruined.
Dequan was dumbfounded again, "Don't men just love younger ones? Our master..."
The tighter he hugged her, the more shy she became. She kept saying, "Why are you being so lazy..."
"It's okay..." He forced a smile, "It will be fine in a while."
The editors all understood the reason. In fact, in this kind of case, to put it bluntly, it only takes one person to take the blame, no matter whether it is a personal grudge or someone else's instructions.
She didn't believe it and said, "Look at your face, it changes color every moment." She regretted so much that she shouldn't have kicked him just now. If something bad had happened, it would have been useless even if her intestines were ruined.
She combed his hair like this for a stick of incense, not getting tired of it. Maybe she didn't have any evil thoughts in her mind, so her face was open. As for the prince, his mind was working like a windmill. The lights in the palace tonight were different from before. The lampshades were covered with red gauze, so everything was very charming. In this environment, it was inevitable that the mind was distracted, and the hands in the sleeves went from empty to clenched into fists. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, thousands of times, in fact, never tired of looking at it.
She didn't believe it and said, "Look at your face, it changes color every moment." She regretted so much that she shouldn't have kicked him just now. If something bad had happened, it would have been useless even if her intestines were ruined.
She folded her hands helplessly and said, "I just had a serious talk with the master, and he said he likes older women. This female attendant today... is too young."
She stroked him carefully. Seeing that he was embarrassed, she was very calm. "I'll be gentle. You take a breath and relax." She walked back and forth a few times like petting a cat or a dog, and asked with her face raised, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
She folded her hands helplessly and said, "I just had a serious talk with the master, and he said he likes older women. This female attendant today... is too young."
This is a bit difficult for her. How can she be responsible? "Then I will give you a son in the future. What do you think?"
The captain held up the petition and read it out loud, starting with the suspect's name and age, and going all the way to the fact that he had entered the princess's mansion as a servant and was taking advantage of her. The cook had never been an opera singer, which was a waste of his talent. He had been listening quietly, but when he heard about the poisoning of the prince consort, he suddenly cried out, "Unjust... I am wronged, I have a grievance to appeal, please, sir, help me."
She thought about it and decided that the one who was having fun should be the one who made the most noise. "I'll have someone remove the incense..."
The result was embarrassment to those behind him.
She was startled. "Butler, what are you doing?"
The prince felt like crying but couldn't, and said, "Su Xinghe, you are so brave. If I can't give birth to a son in the future, you will be responsible."
The captain held up the petition and read it out loud, starting with the suspect's name and age, and going all the way to the fact that he had entered the princess's mansion as a servant and was taking advantage of her. The cook had never been an opera singer, which was a waste of his talent. He had been listening quietly, but when he heard about the poisoning of the prince consort, he suddenly cried out, "Unjust... I am wronged, I have a grievance to appeal, please, sir, help me."
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
Dequan looked at her eagerly, and waited for her to nod. She sighed and said, "General Manager, bring me the list of all the maids in the East Palace tomorrow."
The prince held his forehead and asked, "What kind of incense is burning in this palace? Why do I feel dizzy when I smell it?"
The editors all understood the reason. In fact, in this kind of case, to put it bluntly, it only takes one person to take the blame, no matter whether it is a personal grudge or someone else's instructions.
Xinghe nodded, "I am the female minister. Originally, I was in charge of all the documents in the Eastern Palace. Although I have never handled these things, I still know the conventions."
This is a bit difficult for her. How can she be responsible? "Then I will give you a son in the future. What do you think?"
This time Dequan understood, he said "oh" and his face was full of smiles. It turned out that he was also anxious, and wanted to find an older one to be a babysitter for the Crown Prince in the future. Alas, it's not easy for me. I'm worried sick. I'm so sad that I can't do this. When Empress Gong was alive, he was sent to the side of the Crown Prince. It can be said that he grew up watching the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince, a descendant of a noble family, has a proud personality. Until now, the only woman he likes is Lady Su. If this continues, something bad will happen. Now it's good, there is finally a successor. Dequan agreed timidly, and couldn't help rolling up his sleeves to wipe his tears, which confused Xinghe.
She turned around again and bowed to the people in the hall. "Since the case has become complicated again, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a decision at today's hearing. Please report the truth to the emperor. Give me two days. I will overcome all difficulties and get to the bottom of it."
She was startled. "Butler, what are you doing?"
Xinghe couldn't touch the ground with his feet, and he kept his balance with his legs spread wide. He smiled smugly and even wanted to get in. In a flash, she kicked him away without thinking. But maybe she missed the target in panic, and the kick went wrong. The prince's face suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back, holding his waist with his hands, his legs swaying, and finally he couldn't hold on and sat back on the stool.
She said all she had to say. "The criminal was brought to the Military Control Department along with five other servants from the mansion half a year ago. Half a year has passed, and people's hearts have changed, but the files are still the files from half a year ago. Although I later redid the confession and retried the person, the criminal admitted it too readily, which seems a bit unusual. Here, the criminal has confessed, and I can't dig deeper. You all know that this is related to the Princess's Mansion, and it is a serious matter, and face is important. I invite you all today, and we will go through the formalities and do things behind closed doors. After all, we are all in the Military Control Department."
Palace servants serving their masters, especially those who are close to their bodies, don’t have so many taboos. Just like when he was a child, he watched his mother take care of him. When he was just able to walk, he kept a close eye on his diaper and touched it whenever he wanted. No one kowtowed and said, “Your servant is waiting for your shit and urine.” That’s something that can’t be said. The prince thought that Xinghe’s reaction was the same as when he saw his mother, but in his eyes, the situation was different. The slight touch of the fingertips made his hair stand on end and his heart was burning with anger.
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
It's a nice thought. She will have a son with someone else, and then give him to him to inherit the Huo family? His ambition is obvious. He doesn't even plan to betray others! The prince gasped and gritted his teeth, "What are you thinking about? I'm like this now. Is your heart made of iron?"
Who knows? Xinghe smiled vaguely with the corners of his mouth drooping. He didn't say anything more to him. He put on his cloak and went back to the women's quarters.
Did he get into trouble? She was so scared that her scalp went numb. She jumped down and chased him, groping around on his lower abdomen with one hand, "Where did you kick me? Did it hurt? Ah, my master..." She almost cried, sobbing, "It's my fault. I didn't know the severity of the situation... I'll call the imperial physician."
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
He finally turned around and looked at her with an aggrieved look, "I feel dizzy."
What should we do? Didn't he say that if we couldn't have a son? She was busy with her work and wanted to comfort him a few more words, but as she kneaded her belly, she felt the outline of her belly gradually take shape. She exclaimed, "Don't tell me it's swollen..."
She didn't believe it and said, "Look at your face, it changes color every moment." She regretted so much that she shouldn't have kicked him just now. If something bad had happened, it would have been useless even if her intestines were ruined.
Of course he was afraid of suffocating to death, so the prince took a breath and continued to bury the body.
She folded her hands helplessly and said, "I just had a serious talk with the master, and he said he likes older women. This female attendant today... is too young."
The editors all understood the reason. In fact, in this kind of case, to put it bluntly, it only takes one person to take the blame, no matter whether it is a personal grudge or someone else's instructions.
After escaping from the temple, I took a last look at him before leaving. He covered his face with his hands and looked a little sad. Xinghe himself felt that he was too stupid. How did things get to this point? They were obviously very smart and meticulous in front of others, but when they were alone, they were like two mentally handicapped fools. Maybe all childhood friends in the world are like this. Gender has long been blurred, and there is no bottom line when joking.
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
The prince was startled and brushed her away. She was stunned for a long while, and seemed to understand. She stood up and rubbed her hands awkwardly, saying, "Well... It's late, my master should rest."
The result was embarrassment to those behind him.
His reversal of his confession in court made the editors stand up straight. Xinghe was fiddling with the mutton-fat jade ornament in her hand, listening to him report word by word according to the instructions given in advance. Finally, the four words "Second Master of the Gao Family" came out of his mouth. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then showed an embarrassed look on her face and asked the editors in the court: "How should we deal with this matter? Gao Shaoqing is the brother of the prince consort!"
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
After hearing that, she lifted his hair and touched the skin on his collar, which was indeed sweaty.
The prince was a martial artist. He had three martial arts masters who took turns teaching him riding and archery since he was six years old. After sixteen years of training, he had become very strong. You couldn't tell from his usual fancy clothes, but today when he loosened his collar, wow... Xinghe saw his physique for the first time, and it was shadowy and distinct. With his loose long hair and listless look, he had an indescribable strange beauty.
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
After escaping from the temple, I took a last look at him before leaving. He covered his face with his hands and looked a little sad. Xinghe himself felt that he was too stupid. How did things get to this point? They were obviously very smart and meticulous in front of others, but when they were alone, they were like two mentally handicapped fools. Maybe all childhood friends in the world are like this. Gender has long been blurred, and there is no bottom line when joking.
"Hmm?" She raised her eyes, "What do you want, Master?"
She thought about it and decided that the one who was having fun should be the one who made the most noise. "I'll have someone remove the incense..."
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
Dequan came forward and laughed at the man with his sleeves tucked in. "My lord, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I'll call the imperial physician to take your pulse. It's so cold, you have to take care of yourself. If you get better and don't know about it, you'll regret it if something goes wrong."
After such a commotion, she was indeed dizzy. The palace was too hot, so hot that she almost had a fever. She ran out of the palace and stood under the corridor and retched twice. When she turned to leave, she saw Dequan leaning against the pillar, his two small eyes shining with brilliance.
He was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Xinghe, you go back first."
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
Palace servants serving their masters, especially those who are close to their bodies, don’t have so many taboos. Just like when he was a child, he watched his mother take care of him. When he was just able to walk, he kept a close eye on his diaper and touched it whenever he wanted. No one kowtowed and said, “Your servant is waiting for your shit and urine.” That’s something that can’t be said. The prince thought that Xinghe’s reaction was the same as when he saw his mother, but in his eyes, the situation was different. The slight touch of the fingertips made his hair stand on end and his heart was burning with anger.
Dequan looked at her eagerly, and waited for her to nod. She sighed and said, "General Manager, bring me the list of all the maids in the East Palace tomorrow."
The prince said, "You even know this?"
He was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Xinghe, you go back first."
She folded her hands helplessly and said, "I just had a serious talk with the master, and he said he likes older women. This female attendant today... is too young."
She was startled. "Butler, what are you doing?"
This is a bit difficult for her. How can she be responsible? "Then I will give you a son in the future. What do you think?"
Because all the necessary preparations had been made the day before, the chief writers of the five prefectures and twelve departments arrived at the Control Military Department one after another at noon the next day. Xinghe was the chief judge of this case, and she stood outside the gate early in the morning, waiting and welcoming the officials into the government office one by one. Her status was special, and everyone in the cabinet knew it, so they greeted her with extra warmth and courtesy.
Dequan came forward and laughed at the man with his sleeves tucked in. "My lord, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I'll call the imperial physician to take your pulse. It's so cold, you have to take care of yourself. If you get better and don't know about it, you'll regret it if something goes wrong."
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"
The prince was a martial artist. He had three martial arts masters who took turns teaching him riding and archery since he was six years old. After sixteen years of training, he had become very strong. You couldn't tell from his usual fancy clothes, but today when he loosened his collar, wow... Xinghe saw his physique for the first time, and it was shadowy and distinct. With his loose long hair and listless look, he had an indescribable strange beauty.
She was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was impossible to wash off the guilt even if she jumped into the Yellow River, what good was there to believe? Did he really think that he could have a child by talking nonsense? But now there was the saying of "recognizing the family", what else could she do. She felt melancholy, her reputation was ruined bit by bit by the man in the palace. She kicked him today, and she felt guilty just now, but now she thought that he deserved it. It was a pity for her, Yue Ting worked with her brother, they were in the same boat, and he was not married, and she secretly had that thought. Now that the dirty water has been thrown layer by layer, even she herself feels that she is not worthy of him. She originally wanted to find a chance to explain to him, but now she is afraid that there is no need.
The prince in the mirror closed his eyes, with an intoxicated look on his face. When he relaxed, his eyebrows were relaxed, and even his trimmed temples looked like books. The peach wood comb shuttled through his hair, one by one, quietly and smoothly. Neither of them spoke, time was the most gentle, and there was no need to bother to cover up anything. He was down-to-earth as his master, and Xinghe served him dutifully, and they both got what they deserved.
The prince hugged the beauty's waist, initially wanting to show her how powerful he was, but then he somehow got sidetracked and had other ideas. However, this girl was like a wooden clock, and it didn't make any sound when struck. It seemed that apart from the initial embarrassment, she began to worry about his health with all her heart. She kept saying "master" here and there, and he thought she was being noisy, so he pinched her waist again.
Dequan looked at her eagerly, and waited for her to nod. She sighed and said, "General Manager, bring me the list of all the maids in the East Palace tomorrow."
The editors all understood the reason. In fact, in this kind of case, to put it bluntly, it only takes one person to take the blame, no matter whether it is a personal grudge or someone else's instructions.
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
Xinghe nodded and gently stroked his black hair.
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
After thinking about it, he couldn't blame her. It was because he didn't have good intentions, and he deserved it. But this kind of pain was really hard to describe. He wanted to rub it, but she was in front of him, and he had no other choice but to pinch her waist.
The prince stroked his forehead again, "So, this incense has the magical effect of aphrodisiac?"
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
He was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Xinghe, you go back first."
She looked into the sky and said, "See if there are any older people."
Dequan looked at her eagerly, and waited for her to nod. She sighed and said, "General Manager, bring me the list of all the maids in the East Palace tomorrow."
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
Xinghe muttered, "Maybe the fire is too strong. I'll tell them to lower the flames."
The prince's face turned from white to green, and finally to red. The pain gradually dissipated, replaced by a greater emptiness, like a sieve, covering him completely.
She was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was impossible to wash off the guilt even if she jumped into the Yellow River, what good was there to believe? Did he really think that he could have a child by talking nonsense? But now there was the saying of "recognizing the family", what else could she do. She felt melancholy, her reputation was ruined bit by bit by the man in the palace. She kicked him today, and she felt guilty just now, but now she thought that he deserved it. It was a pity for her, Yue Ting worked with her brother, they were in the same boat, and he was not married, and she secretly had that thought. Now that the dirty water has been thrown layer by layer, even she herself feels that she is not worthy of him. She originally wanted to find a chance to explain to him, but now she is afraid that there is no need.
Did he get into trouble? She was so scared that her scalp went numb. She jumped down and chased him, groping around on his lower abdomen with one hand, "Where did you kick me? Did it hurt? Ah, my master..." She almost cried, sobbing, "It's my fault. I didn't know the severity of the situation... I'll call the imperial physician."
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
After escaping from the temple, I took a last look at him before leaving. He covered his face with his hands and looked a little sad. Xinghe himself felt that he was too stupid. How did things get to this point? They were obviously very smart and meticulous in front of others, but when they were alone, they were like two mentally handicapped fools. Maybe all childhood friends in the world are like this. Gender has long been blurred, and there is no bottom line when joking.
This time Dequan understood, he said "oh" and his face was full of smiles. It turned out that he was also anxious, and wanted to find an older one to be a babysitter for the Crown Prince in the future. Alas, it's not easy for me. I'm worried sick. I'm so sad that I can't do this. When Empress Gong was alive, he was sent to the side of the Crown Prince. It can be said that he grew up watching the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince, a descendant of a noble family, has a proud personality. Until now, the only woman he likes is Lady Su. If this continues, something bad will happen. Now it's good, there is finally a successor. Dequan agreed timidly, and couldn't help rolling up his sleeves to wipe his tears, which confused Xinghe.
The prince's face turned from white to green, and finally to red. The pain gradually dissipated, replaced by a greater emptiness, like a sieve, covering him completely.
Palace servants serving their masters, especially those who are close to their bodies, don’t have so many taboos. Just like when he was a child, he watched his mother take care of him. When he was just able to walk, he kept a close eye on his diaper and touched it whenever he wanted. No one kowtowed and said, “Your servant is waiting for your shit and urine.” That’s something that can’t be said. The prince thought that Xinghe’s reaction was the same as when he saw his mother, but in his eyes, the situation was different. The slight touch of the fingertips made his hair stand on end and his heart was burning with anger.
Xinghe's hands and feet suddenly froze, and he pushed him twice but failed to move him away. "Are you going to faint?" He fanned his sleeves more vigorously and patted him on the back. "Master, please don't scare me."
She folded her hands helplessly and said, "I just had a serious talk with the master, and he said he likes older women. This female attendant today... is too young."
After escaping from the temple, I took a last look at him before leaving. He covered his face with his hands and looked a little sad. Xinghe himself felt that he was too stupid. How did things get to this point? They were obviously very smart and meticulous in front of others, but when they were alone, they were like two mentally handicapped fools. Maybe all childhood friends in the world are like this. Gender has long been blurred, and there is no bottom line when joking.
What should we do? Didn't he say that if we couldn't have a son? She was busy with her work and wanted to comfort him a few more words, but as she kneaded her belly, she felt the outline of her belly gradually take shape. She exclaimed, "Don't tell me it's swollen..."
The prince was startled and brushed her away. She was stunned for a long while, and seemed to understand. She stood up and rubbed her hands awkwardly, saying, "Well... It's late, my master should rest."
Dequan was dumbfounded again, "Don't men just love younger ones? Our master..."
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
The editors all understood the reason. In fact, in this kind of case, to put it bluntly, it only takes one person to take the blame, no matter whether it is a personal grudge or someone else's instructions.
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
She thought about it and decided that the one who was having fun should be the one who made the most noise. "I'll have someone remove the incense..."
Who knows? Xinghe smiled vaguely with the corners of his mouth drooping. He didn't say anything more to him. He put on his cloak and went back to the women's quarters.
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"
She stroked him carefully. Seeing that he was embarrassed, she was very calm. "I'll be gentle. You take a breath and relax." She walked back and forth a few times like petting a cat or a dog, and asked with her face raised, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
She refused, kneeling in front of him and rubbing his cheeks, "What if you die after I leave?" She was so anxious that she couldn't hold back her words. She was scared. She was really afraid that the East Palace would hang up the white flags tomorrow morning, and then the situation would be in chaos.
Because all the necessary preparations had been made the day before, the chief writers of the five prefectures and twelve departments arrived at the Control Military Department one after another at noon the next day. Xinghe was the chief judge of this case, and she stood outside the gate early in the morning, waiting and welcoming the officials into the government office one by one. Her status was special, and everyone in the cabinet knew it, so they greeted her with extra warmth and courtesy.
He was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Xinghe, you go back first."
The prince held his forehead and asked, "What kind of incense is burning in this palace? Why do I feel dizzy when I smell it?"
"Ah, ah, ah..." He shyly avoided the question, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
After such a commotion, she was indeed dizzy. The palace was too hot, so hot that she almost had a fever. She ran out of the palace and stood under the corridor and retched twice. When she turned to leave, she saw Dequan leaning against the pillar, his two small eyes shining with brilliance.
It's a nice thought. She will have a son with someone else, and then give him to him to inherit the Huo family? His ambition is obvious. He doesn't even plan to betray others! The prince gasped and gritted his teeth, "What are you thinking about? I'm like this now. Is your heart made of iron?"
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
After hearing that, she lifted his hair and touched the skin on his collar, which was indeed sweaty.
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"
She said all she had to say. "The criminal was brought to the Military Control Department along with five other servants from the mansion half a year ago. Half a year has passed, and people's hearts have changed, but the files are still the files from half a year ago. Although I later redid the confession and retried the person, the criminal admitted it too readily, which seems a bit unusual. Here, the criminal has confessed, and I can't dig deeper. You all know that this is related to the Princess's Mansion, and it is a serious matter, and face is important. I invite you all today, and we will go through the formalities and do things behind closed doors. After all, we are all in the Military Control Department."
Dequan was dumbfounded again, "Don't men just love younger ones? Our master..."
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
The prince said it was not necessary, raised his hand and loosened his collar, then he felt relieved and let out a long breath.
He was not happy after hearing this, "What did you say?" He stretched out his hand to twist the grape buckle on her neck, put his face close to hers, and muttered, "Why don't we let the Jingshifang record your file?"
She wanted to turn around, but he grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, I feel very comfortable. My whole body is warm." He smiled and said, "Don't stop. Continue combing your hair."
She refused, kneeling in front of him and rubbing his cheeks, "What if you die after I leave?" She was so anxious that she couldn't hold back her words. She was scared. She was really afraid that the East Palace would hang up the white flags tomorrow morning, and then the situation would be in chaos.
The tighter he hugged her, the more shy she became. She kept saying, "Why are you being so lazy..."
The editors all understood the reason. In fact, in this kind of case, to put it bluntly, it only takes one person to take the blame, no matter whether it is a personal grudge or someone else's instructions.
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
Xinghe nodded and gently stroked his black hair.
Xinghe couldn't touch the ground with his feet, and he kept his balance with his legs spread wide. He smiled smugly and even wanted to get in. In a flash, she kicked him away without thinking. But maybe she missed the target in panic, and the kick went wrong. The prince's face suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back, holding his waist with his hands, his legs swaying, and finally he couldn't hold on and sat back on the stool.
The prince said it was not necessary, raised his hand and loosened his collar, then he felt relieved and let out a long breath.
The prince held his forehead and asked, "What kind of incense is burning in this palace? Why do I feel dizzy when I smell it?"
She said all she had to say. "The criminal was brought to the Military Control Department along with five other servants from the mansion half a year ago. Half a year has passed, and people's hearts have changed, but the files are still the files from half a year ago. Although I later redid the confession and retried the person, the criminal admitted it too readily, which seems a bit unusual. Here, the criminal has confessed, and I can't dig deeper. You all know that this is related to the Princess's Mansion, and it is a serious matter, and face is important. I invite you all today, and we will go through the formalities and do things behind closed doors. After all, we are all in the Military Control Department."
She stroked him carefully. Seeing that he was embarrassed, she was very calm. "I'll be gentle. You take a breath and relax." She walked back and forth a few times like petting a cat or a dog, and asked with her face raised, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
There were shouts and shouts in the court, and the expected pomp and circumstance was set up. The yamen runners pounded the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the cook knelt in the middle of the hall amid the "mighty" voices. He had been in court many times in the past six months, and he had gained experience as a frightened bird. The appearance of going to court could not scare him at all. The chief editor sitting at the top asked him questions, but he kept his head down and did not answer. Since he could not get the answer, he should just close the case. Everyone was very busy.
Dequan was confused, "What do you want the flower list for, sir?"
His heart began to beat fast. "I feel a little hot."
Now Xinghe realized that something was wrong. What was going on? He had just won the title of "childhood friend" and now he was planning to take it to the next level
She answered seriously, "Let's talk about people. Actually, I think incense is very effective when used to fumigate a room. But if you want to use incense to influence people's spirits, you have to use a large amount in a closed space." While speaking, she observed the prince's expression, "Master, what's wrong? Does this smell make you uncomfortable? I will order them to take it away immediately."
The editors all understood the reason. In fact, in this kind of case, to put it bluntly, it only takes one person to take the blame, no matter whether it is a personal grudge or someone else's instructions.
Palace servants serving their masters, especially those who are close to their bodies, don’t have so many taboos. Just like when he was a child, he watched his mother take care of him. When he was just able to walk, he kept a close eye on his diaper and touched it whenever he wanted. No one kowtowed and said, “Your servant is waiting for your shit and urine.” That’s something that can’t be said. The prince thought that Xinghe’s reaction was the same as when he saw his mother, but in his eyes, the situation was different. The slight touch of the fingertips made his hair stand on end and his heart was burning with anger.
He called her: "Xinghe..."
The captain held up the petition and read it out loud, starting with the suspect's name and age, and going all the way to the fact that he had entered the princess's mansion as a servant and was taking advantage of her. The cook had never been an opera singer, which was a waste of his talent. He had been listening quietly, but when he heard about the poisoning of the prince consort, he suddenly cried out, "Unjust... I am wronged, I have a grievance to appeal, please, sir, help me."
This time Dequan understood, he said "oh" and his face was full of smiles. It turned out that he was also anxious, and wanted to find an older one to be a babysitter for the Crown Prince in the future. Alas, it's not easy for me. I'm worried sick. I'm so sad that I can't do this. When Empress Gong was alive, he was sent to the side of the Crown Prince. It can be said that he grew up watching the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince, a descendant of a noble family, has a proud personality. Until now, the only woman he likes is Lady Su. If this continues, something bad will happen. Now it's good, there is finally a successor. Dequan agreed timidly, and couldn't help rolling up his sleeves to wipe his tears, which confused Xinghe.
He finally turned around and looked at her with an aggrieved look, "I feel dizzy."
Xinghe couldn't touch the ground with his feet, and he kept his balance with his legs spread wide. He smiled smugly and even wanted to get in. In a flash, she kicked him away without thinking. But maybe she missed the target in panic, and the kick went wrong. The prince's face suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back, holding his waist with his hands, his legs swaying, and finally he couldn't hold on and sat back on the stool.
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"
She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm, but she didn't notice that her eyes met his. She smiled awkwardly, put down her comb, pulled up her sleeves, and slapped him twice, "Master, cool down."
The bronze mirror was against her back, and her back felt cold. She rested her hands on the edge of the table, and the half-comb was pressing against her palms, causing a stinging pain. She was stunned, and met the prince's hazy gaze. He came closer and closer, and she could even see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She was panicked, "What are you doing?"
She answered seriously, "Let's talk about people. Actually, I think incense is very effective when used to fumigate a room. But if you want to use incense to influence people's spirits, you have to use a large amount in a closed space." While speaking, she observed the prince's expression, "Master, what's wrong? Does this smell make you uncomfortable? I will order them to take it away immediately."
His reversal of his confession in court made the editors stand up straight. Xinghe was fiddling with the mutton-fat jade ornament in her hand, listening to him report word by word according to the instructions given in advance. Finally, the four words "Second Master of the Gao Family" came out of his mouth. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then showed an embarrassed look on her face and asked the editors in the court: "How should we deal with this matter? Gao Shaoqing is the brother of the prince consort!"
She cried, "Let me rub it for you..." She fumbled for a long time, "Is it here?"
After hearing that, she lifted his hair and touched the skin on his collar, which was indeed sweaty.
The editors looked at each other in bewilderment. "Logically speaking, if the emperor breaks the law, he will be punished just like the common people..."
He called her: "Xinghe..."
His heart began to beat fast. "I feel a little hot."
She stood up immediately and said, "Come on, order Qian Hu Xu Xingzhi to hold the military warrant to arrest the suspect Gao Zhiya." There was a clanging sound of the order from the hall, and the main door facing the street slowly opened. The door hinge made a sad elegy, which could be heard far away in the dim winter sunlight.
She didn't believe it and said, "Look at your face, it changes color every moment." She regretted so much that she shouldn't have kicked him just now. If something bad had happened, it would have been useless even if her intestines were ruined.
The prince was in so much pain that he couldn't open his teeth, he just clenched her sleeve tightly. When the imperial physician came, would he still be able to live as a human being after being injured in this place
There were two Kunlun Mountains above his head, and he could reach the top of the mountain if he looked up. He mustered up his courage several times, but unfortunately he didn't dare. Even so, he felt satisfied. The fragrance of her body was steamed by her body heat and filled his nose. He sniffed it carefully twice, and he still liked her smell, so the saying of recognizing her was not groundless.
The prince said, "You even know this?"
She turned around again and bowed to the people in the hall. "Since the case has become complicated again, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a decision at today's hearing. Please report the truth to the emperor. Give me two days. I will overcome all difficulties and get to the bottom of it."
"Hmm?" She raised her eyes, "What do you want, Master?"
After a while, he finally looked up at her. "Before, someone threw me on the bed, and I refused. Do you know how uncomfortable I am now?"