Emperor Xuantian's hot lips were close to Hong Fei's face, whispering her most longing expectations.
Accompanying Emperor Xuan Tian all night, he was intoxicated in the pool of beauties, and he was lucky enough to be selected. Under the stimulation of alcohol, a joyful madness flashed in his eyes.
She entered the palace at the age of 14 and is now 18 years old.
In four years, the little girl from Qingyuchi sat in the position of Hongfei. Others looked envious, but only she knew how much she lived as if she were walking on thin ice, grabbing a glimmer of hope on the verge of life and death and climbing up.
Qing Yuchi's name is as elegant as jade, but in fact it is dirty. How many girls spent a night in purgatory there, unable to see the rising sun.
After four years of staying with Emperor Xuantian, she still couldn't figure out the king's temper. It should be said that no one can understand the living women in the harem. Perhaps only the dead queen has completely understood it. She knew that she could not escape, so she died in exchange for freedom.
Concubine Hong's thoughts flashed by, her little hands wanted to refuse but still welcomed her, she touched the big hand that was wandering around her body, she coyly whispered: "Your Majesty is good or bad, he is joking again, please help your Majesty to go back to the palace to rest."
"Concubine Hong, have you thought clearly? If you miss tonight, I'm afraid you won't have another chance."
Emperor Xuan Tian pinched his perky buttocks and pushed the handle forward.
Concubine Hong, who was tempted again, staggered a few steps and fell in front of the queen's spiritual throne. There is no such thing as an absolutely pure woman in the harem, and being without ambition is tantamount to courting death.
Looking at the words "Emperor and Empress", my heart skipped a beat. Adjust your posture and kneel on the futon. Like the concubines of objects, maintaining a seductive posture at all times is one of the necessary survival rules.
During the adjustment process, she saw blood dyeing her tulle skirt red, and it was impossible to tell whether it was Li Mo's blood or the blood of the dead shadow guardian.
The strong desire to live suddenly diluted the desire, and the gesture of praying to the dead was changed to kneeling.
Concubine Hong couldn't figure out Emperor Xuantian's thoughts. She didn't know whether it would be better to go down and stand up in time.
He could only choose to imitate Prince Uzumaki and kneel down in a decent manner.
"Everyone can't kneel down, what's the point?" Emperor Xuantian sneered a few times, his tone deepened, and he scolded: "It turns out that Guang'er is really blaming me, because I shouldn't be here."
The spearhead came back, and Ning Guang replied in a trembling voice: "I don't dare."
"Let me tell you, Guang'er, your mother has been away for eight years, and Concubine Hong wants to take her place. Is she qualified?"
The ambitions raised by men and women acting coquettishly in their joy were repeatedly peeled off by Emperor Xuantian, revealing their inner core.
Concubine Hong was in a complicated mood. Emperor Xuantian only had an only son, and she had already established him as the crown prince.
It would be great if the prince had the beauty of an adult, but things are far from simple as they appear. Although Emperor Xuantian's probing intentions are hidden very deep, it is not difficult to discover if you observe carefully.
"My son, I will obey my father's will."
When she gave in, a gaze as cold as a blade cut off Concubine Hong's peek.
"Ha, Guang'er agreed, Concubine Hong, please ask."
Sweat soaked through the tulle skirt, she was already worried about her looming body, and replied in horror: "I don't dare."
"I don't dare to kneel there, it's so fake."
Like a child's careless words, Xiao Aya whispered softly.
"Princess Xiqing is here. It is Xiqing's words that I like the most. Concubine Hong's intrusion disturbed the prince's ancestor worship, so she spent the afternoon cutting off her limbs, gouging out her eyes and feeding them to the guarding dogs. Remove the eyes one by one As a decoration, I will make up for them."
After the decree was issued, Concubine Hong crawled to Emperor Xuantian's feet on all fours as if she were mourning for a concubine, and begged: "Your Majesty, spare your life, I know I was wrong."
Emperor Xuantian raised his hand and moved his index finger, and the sleeves of his dragon robe gently touched Concubine Hong's face.
The shadow guard holding Li Mo turned around and swung his sword, cutting off Concubine Hong's right hand that was holding the purple leather boots.
The slender hand rolled down next to the corpse. Concubine Hong's first reaction was not to scream in panic, but to grit her teeth to hold back the severe pain, and crawled back half a meter to avoid spraying blood on Emperor Xuantian.
He used his hand to block the wound that was bleeding profusely. His heart was filled with despair, and he could only hope that he could die quickly and avoid harming his loved ones.
"Father, too much blood was shed in the ancestral hall tonight."
Concubine Hong never expected that Ning Guang would plead for her.
"Okay, today is the death anniversary of Guang'er's mother. Let's do what Guang'er wishes and send Concubine Hong into the Jingxin Pavilion!"
Before being dragged away, Concubine Hong kowtowed three times gratefully to Ning Guang. Blood covered her eyes, the wounds hurt, and her eyes were stinging, but she didn't care. It was better to be in the cold palace than to die without a body.
Compared with Emperor Xuantian who was eccentric, ruthless and unpredictable, Prince Xuanguang's character was as pure as the clear spring water in the mountains, and he advocated benevolence in governing the country.
I remember that on New Year's Day not long after she entered the palace, the 11-year-old prince sat under the cherry blossom tree in Jinguang Hall and cried. It is said that the queen died under that tree.
No one who was a slave dared to come forward to persuade him. There were only two people accompanying him, Li Mo, who was not far away, and a cute little girl named Lu Anru.
The little girl took out the New Year's gift made by herself and gave it to Prince Uzumaki twice, but the prince was sad and refused to accept it.
The little girl stuffed herself into his arms for the third time and said angrily: "Please, you know what you will do on the first day of the new year. Your luck will continue throughout the next year. Do you want your mother to still be there for you after she dies?" I’m worried that you’ll cry all day long, you’re so embarrassed.”
The prince who always doted on the little girl became angry with her for the first time and asked her to leave.
After hearing that the little girl left, the prince cried alone all night, always holding the gift from the little girl in his arms.
Now I think about it, there is a precious pure land in everyone's heart, where cherished memories are hidden and cannot be touched by others. Alas, we should have controlled our greed and got out of the game.
Inside the ancestral hall.
Emperor Xuantian left with evil aura, and everything returned to calm.
Ning Guang leaned over and dusted off his trouser legs, knelt back in front of the spiritual throne, closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.
Li Mo dragged away the body of the shadow guard and called his men to deal with it. He personally fetched water and put wet towels on it, wiping every corner of the ground. More than ten basins of blood were poured out, and the ancestral hall returned to its original state.
But Li Mo knew that the ground could be wiped when it was dirty, and people could be buried when they died. Some wounds were scratched in Ning Guang's heart and would never heal.
"Brother Xuan Guang, the concubine just now was too much. She must have lured His Majesty here on purpose."
Xiao Aya risked her life to help Ning Guang deal with the matter. How could she continue to be an obedient and silent companion? She had to maximize her benefits.
Ning Guang frowned slightly and did not reply.
Xiao Aya felt bored, and in her depression, her old grandmother's advice came to mind again, and she decided to try harder.
"Brother Xuan Guang is so kind. She is so bad, and brother Xuan Guang still intercedes for her again and again. Aya will learn more from brother Xuan Guang in the future."
Still quiet, you can hear the needle drop, and there is no reply.
When she was about to fall asleep, Ning Guang stopped reciting silently and said lightly: "It's time to study more."
The cold reply came with a gun and a stick. Xiao Aya's mind was buzzing and her heart was filled with anger. She doesn't mind being a licking dog, at least she has to lick the right place.
In her opinion, in the situation just now, Ning Guang used retreat to advance and passed the responsibility to Concubine Hong. The last plea had nothing to do with kindness, it was just to prevent the other person's blood from staining his mother's ancestral hall.
Looking at it this way, Ning Guang is really not much more noble than her.
(End of chapter)