Thinking that Luo Yuesheng had come out for herself, Feng Chujin felt complacent at the end. Only then did Luo Yuesheng arrive at the palace that had already been arranged, with red tents hanging high everywhere, bright candles dazzling. The wedding banquet has a strong atmosphere.
Feng Chujin stretched out her hand to Luo Yuesheng, a little disturbed and shyly, trying to change his clothes, but she was caught by a rough hand.
Naturally, this hand belonged to Luo Yuesheng. Since he was practicing martial arts since he was a child, he has raised this handful of silkworm cocoons, and it feels extremely uneven.
Although Luo Yuesheng was ten years older than Gu Beiyan, he was properly maintained. In addition to being a little bit more narrow and majestic, he was also a leader in dragons and phoenixes.
Feng Chujin was slightly moved, pretending to be shy, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, let your concubine change your clothes for you." Doesn't this earlier arrangement mean changing clothes and getting on the couch.
Feng Chujin is a first-time wife, even if this parenting mother said more, but when she was in the actual combat, she was shy and shy, lest she did something wrong. Facing Luoyue Sheng's scorching eyes, he was too embarrassed to look at him.
"Is Concubine Ai forgot what we should do first?" Luoyuesheng's tone was extraordinarily low and soft at the time, and she was extra tempting and intoxicating than this aged wine, and extra deceptive.
Luo Yuesheng meant something, but when Feng Chujin heard the words, there was a bit of amazement in her eyes. Then she swept across the decorations on the table, and her little face blushed again.
Naturally, the married couple would drink Heshu wine before having sex.
It was also strange that she had forgotten this thing for a while, and almost let Luo Yuesheng watch a joke.
"Then, Nafujun, let's drink the bar first." She blushed and pulled Luo Yuesheng's robe, carefully leading him to the round table.
There are a lot of things on this table, that is, the early birth of a son, and the lotus seed soup that is intended to bloom and stalk. Even though Feng Chujin admired Gu Beiyan for a long time, the person who married her this time is the current son, the most distinguished person of Chu Luo.
Even if she has no admiration for him now, she admires him most. But Feng Chujin, as a daughter, was shy and blushing and handed the wine cup to Luoyuesheng's hand, fearing that he would see his anxiety and quickly lowered his face.
Until a touch of coldness touched her chin, Luo Yuesheng lifted her chin slightly, forcing her to look up at her.
Her eyes met, and her heartbeat missed a beat for a while.
"Your Majesty..." Feng Chujin whispered, but the shyness in her eyes couldn't be concealed.
What happened next was logical, but now that the arrow was on the line, Feng Chujin suddenly felt a little scared. It was not that Luo Yuesheng would be rude to him, but that she was afraid that he would be disgusted by her being badly served.
After using the Hebu Jiu, Feng Chujin was once again confused and sentimental. She opened her red lips slightly, and her neckline was half open, revealing the faint sex, which was extremely extreme.
It is said that wine is courageous, but Feng Chujin has a lot of courage this time. She directly wrapped her arms around Luoyuesheng's neck, her face flushed, as if she was falling into the water, her red lips lightly opened, and countless styles were revealed, "Your Majesty..."
"Well—" Luo Yuesheng at that time directly picked up Feng Chujin and sent it to the couch.
The long arm swung out the clothes of a group of Di Ying people, and also extinguished a few happy candles. Then a black figure came in from the half-open window and quietly came to the couch.
"She will hand it over to you." Luo Yuesheng's words were not half-drunk and hazy, and he was very sober at this moment.
The dark shadow knelt in front of him on one knee, clasped his fists in response. When the woman on the couch was restless, she ripped at herself.
It was not until Luo Yuesheng's figure disappeared in the hall that the man climbed onto the couch. Feng Chujin touched a cold body, but he touched her hands again very easily. The man tore the hem of her skirt directly and attacked the city without mercy.
"Hmm—" Feng Chujin snorted a few times, not knowing whether it was pain or joy, but his arms were tightly wrapped around the man. In confusion, she actually said the name that hid the deepest part of her heart.
"Kitahiko—"
The body of the man leaning on her was slightly startled, followed by the roughness of the rain and the wind.
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Since Feng Chujin's palace came out, Luo Yuesheng walked aimlessly among the many palaces in the harem this time. Now he definitely couldn't go to the queen, he was also tired and didn't want to reason with her.
"Your Majesty, it's better to return to Mingde Hall earlier." The eunuch next to him suggested.
This majesty also wandered for a long time, but still did not decide which empress to go to, and it seemed that he did not intend to rest. The eunuch followed Luo Yuesheng for a long time, and then he gave him an idea.
Luo Yuesheng wanted to answer, but he heard a bleak sound of the piano, which came from Gongyu, very close to here.
At night, who is playing the piano in the palace. Luo Yuesheng twisted his sword eyebrows slightly, seemingly displeased, and asked the eunuch on the side, "Who is playing the qin?"
Could it be that he didn't know the harem system
The eunuch was also the first time he heard that someone was playing the qin at night, and he answered with trembling, "Well, this slave doesn't know, who is the mother who is suffering from not being able to sleep, and then he played the qin."
Can't sleep? Is it to hope that he can go to condolences. It was a snort disapprovingly when he heard it, but unexpectedly he asked the eunuch to come up and take a look.
He wanted to see who was still playing the piano during the night shift.
The eunuch stepped forward to investigate, and saw that his emperor was standing behind with his hand holding his hand, and ran over at a small pace, "My Majesty, it is the empress in the Snow Song Platform who is playing the piano."
"Snow Song Terrace?" He didn't seem to have any impression of this palace.
The eunuch replied respectfully, "Yes, it is the Snow Song Platform. The empress here is the daughter of Li Shangshu, Li Liangliang, who has just entered the palace today. The empress empress has sealed her as a noble mistress."
Is it the queen appointee? When did the queen know how to choose such a breezy and proud woman into the palace.
Luo Yuesheng suddenly felt emotional, "Go, go over and take a look."
Being able to play the piano late at night in this imperial palace is not like a woman who complains about the idiot. What a woman it is is really a glimpse of her beauty.
At that time, Li Liangliang, after the maid told Luo Yuesheng to rest at the place of the imperial concubine tonight, he took his most precious string piano and walked to the yard where the pear blossoms were in full bloom.
She only wore a thin white gauze skirt, with a ribbon wrapped around her waist that was not gripped. The blue silk vented like ink, but she shed her shoulders, but did not see any mess. She sits on a soft rock under the pear tree, holds the stringed piano in her arms, and closes her eyes to caress.
After removing the thick makeup, Li Liang's jelly powder didn't apply at this moment, and the same-looking face of Tong Luo Qiran showed traces of sadness, lingering, and reluctance to give up.
The song she caressed was chanted by the deceased woman who died on the battlefield in the first battle, and she added some insights into it.
Now the moon is thick, the mist is light, and the breeze is blowing the pear tree tops, and there is a soft and soft meaning. It fell on the woman's slender body, on the string that she had stroked by her bare hands.