There was a rushing sound of water all around Jinlan Garden.
Under the eaves, Changge said in a low voice, "Qin Meiren's heart is really big, and she offends His Majesty, she's like no one else."
"Because there is a concubine to protect it, it's different." Ling Que glanced at the haloed Zhizhao window behind him, and said quietly: "The cost of Jinlan Garden is not much, and the candlelight is unexpectedly uninterrupted all night. ."
At this moment, the door of Jinlan Garden rang.
The gust of wind made the rain even stronger, making the clothes rattle, and the black dragon-patterned robe on Xiao Yu's body was already wet.
When the little eunuch saw the person coming, he immediately said with a trembling voice: "My servant, servant, please greet Your Majesty."
His Majesty
Changge and Ling Que heard the sound and looked at each other, looking into the distance, their eyes instantly widened.
Your Majesty, what are you doing
Looking for Qin Meiren to continue the settlement
Although their hearts had already been given to Concubine Xue Gui, but they were in Jinlan Garden, and the errands that should be done still had to be done.
Changge turned around and entered the inner room, with a solemn expression, and hurriedly said: "The beauty is ready, your majesty is down."
Qin Xie had just taken a bath, and the waterfall-like blue silk was scattered on her shoulders, and her hair had sparkling water droplets. Without Fu Fendai, she was also very attractive.
Hearing him coming, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Beauty, hurry up." Changge reminded.
Qin Xue came back to her senses, immediately put down the horn comb in her hand, and pushed out the door.
Qin Yufu said politely: "I don't know that your majesty will come over tonight, and I hope you will forgive me if you make a mistake."
Xiao Yun didn't seem to hear her words and went straight into the inner room.
The emperor's expression was indifferent, and the air became heavy.
The palace maids and eunuchs in Jinlanyuan all took a breath in silence, thinking to themselves: I don't know how hard it is for Qin Meiren tonight.
The heavy rain continued to fall outside, Changge and Ling Que brought towels and hot water into the house, and were about to step forward to serve them when Xiao Yu said lightly, "Go back."
Chang Ge and Ling Que paused, nodding their heads and saying in unison, "The slave and maid leave."
Xiao Yu's clothes were wet, and he looked a little embarrassed.
He took off his cloak, and Qin Wei reached out and took it.
Qin Jie looked at the water droplets on the man's temples, and said softly, "The autumn wind is cool, and Your Majesty has been drenched in the rain, otherwise it's better to take a shower and then rest."
Xiao Yu's eyes darkened and he nodded.
As soon as the curtain fell, the two lay on the same couch again, Xiao Yu quickly closed his eyes.
In addition to the sound of rain, there was the sound of breathing.
Qin Xie couldn't sleep, she remembered the dream from before.
I remembered what Xiao Yu said in the dream, "I am married to a regular wife, not a concubine. If I don't like it, I will respect her."
Thinking of this, Qin Jie's mouth couldn't help but sneer.
A dream is indeed a dream.
If he really had the word "respect" in his heart, he wouldn't have humiliated her on the wedding night, and they wouldn't have gotten into such a fuss in those days.
Here, Xiao Yu was unable to fall asleep for a long time. Hearing the ups and downs of breathing in his ears, he couldn't help but feel a little irritable, so he said solemnly, "Why doesn't Qin Meiren sleep?"
The tone was reproachful.
Qin Jie's voice was respectful and soft, "But the concubine is making a noise for Your Majesty?"
Xiao Yu made a "hmm" sound.
Hearing this, Qin Jie pouted the corners of her mouth.
I haven't seen you for three years, why do you add so many problems
Qin Jie knew that her arms couldn't beat her thighs, and that a sixth-grade beauty couldn't beat the emperor, so she quickly closed her eyes.
The candles flickered outside the curtain, the two of them breathed lightly and fell asleep together.
Yongchang thirty-six years, July 16th.
The red candles filled the house, and the drums and music were chirping outside.
Today is a happy event in the Jin Palace.
Su Ling was wearing a wedding dress, with her hands folded on her knees, and sat upright on the couch.
Looking at the manners, but under the scarlet hijab, there is a lost stare.
Xiao Yu raised his hand and took the scale, and slowly lifted the red silk hijab in front of him. The servants of the Jin Palace held their breath and raised their eyes, secretly looking at the bride's face.
Seeing this, everyone immediately began to boo.
The eldest girl of the Duke's Mansion, the eldest daughter of General Su, was born so beautiful.
Extravagant and greasy, with picturesque features.
Rao is Xiao Yu, who has never been obsessed with women, so he couldn't help but take a second glance.
After drinking the wine, Xi Niang cut a strand of hair for both of them, tied them, and put them in a mahogany-colored box. She smiled and said, "Congratulations to the prince and princess, the ceremony is done."
Li Cheng, Xiao Yu is going outside to greet the guests.
He looked down at the little fair hand of the Su family girl, shook it, and said, "Wait for me to come back."
As soon as the others left, Su Ling clenched his right hand with his left hand, and the words he heard in Qingfeng Building that day were all in his ears.
"It's good to be able to win over Duke Zhen Guo, but the Su family girl has a bad reputation, and it's not clear to be involved with He Zichen. This is a troublesome thing after all."
"What about the trouble? Su Jingbei has no other daughters."
Su Ling's mind was in a mess, and her body also froze.
Is she still married to him...
One stick of incense after another.
The guests gradually dispersed, Xiao Yu walked towards the inner room, and the female Shi, who was guarding the door, said softly, "Slave, please greet the prince."
The man replied lightly: "No gift."
For a split second, her heartbeat was faster than the sound of footsteps coming outside.
He walked towards her and sat beside her with his robe up.
Looking at each other, Su Ling clenched her cuffs.
Xiao Yu took off the hairpin for her, and when her fingertips ran across the thin white neck, Su Ling couldn't help shrinking. She ducked, and the man let out a chuckle from the tip of her nose.
His hand rested on the back of her neck, rubbing one after another.
"What are you hiding?" he asked, looking at her.
Su Ling was stunned, she seemed to have glimpsed a peaceful desire from the bottomless eyes.
Desires should have been uncontrollable, but in his eyes, they seemed to be at ease.
She is not like her wife, but like a pawn in his hand.
Su Ling's breathing was faster than before, and she pretended to be calm and said, "I didn't hide, it's His Highness that has a cold hand."
Seeing her say this, he slid his hand directly to her waist.
Su Ling's whole body trembled, but she didn't hide.
Her people, like her eyes, are all vying with the man in front of her.
Xiao Yu hooked the corner of his lower lip, turned over, and pressed her on the couch.
It was because he didn't like the Su family girl at all, but the softness in his palm still made his eyes warm.
On the night of the bridal chamber, it should have been soft whispers, tender and wanton.
But Xiao Sanlang, who had used a woman before, didn't know how to hurt people at all. In addition, his temper was cold, and the strength in his hands was not light, so Su Ling quickly became afraid.
The man's physique was as majestic as a mountain, and he shackled her wrist, making her unable to breathe.
It hurts, it hurts everywhere.
Su Ling closed her eyes, tugged at the quilt, and thought to herself: Ah Ling, Ah Ling, you have to bear with it, this is your future husband, not a villain.
Mammy said, it hurts all night, and it's over.
When tears rolled, he seemed to pinch her.
She didn't know where it was pinched, anyway, one didn't collapse, and the tears fell down.
The sobbing sound of forbearance was like a thunder strike on Xiao Yu.
He put down her legs, pulled away, pulled her chin, and asked, "What are you crying for?"
Su Ling whispered: "It's okay."
The bathing fire is like an ebb tide, and it instantly returns to calm.
He could see clearly that she didn't want to.
For a man, liking this thing is a taste, and disliking it can also be a taste. Being obedient is a taste, and being obedient is also a taste.
Even if the lights are turned off, you don't know who's under you.
Just be happy.
But she can't, this is Princess Jin.
He couldn't force her to come.
Looking at her back, Xiao Yu couldn't help but think of the letters He Zichen had written to her that Yang Di had cut off, one after another, and even he admitted it was sincere.
He thought to himself: Do you like He Zichen so much? Like not to dress up until the wedding night
Su Ling cried so hard, she knew she was ashamed, so she pulled the quilt to block it.
And slandered: I finally succeeded, and if it stopped, do I have to start again
Why is the candle night in the bridal chamber so long
Seeing her covering his face, Xiao Yu couldn't help sneering, thinking: What is this? Don't want to see me? If you were not Su Jingbei's daughter, do you really think I would marry you
Although marrying the Su family's daughter was just to lure the Duke of Zhen into the game, he also knew that she had someone else in her heart.
But at this moment, he found that he overestimated himself, and he couldn't bear it.
With the last bit of patience, Xiao Yu said calmly, "Don't cry, look at me."
Su Ling loosened her shoulders, put down the quilt, and went to see him.
Su Ling's face was completely covered in makeup, her hair was messy, her eyes were dark blue, and her lower lip was bitten.
How miserable it is.
Xiao Yu's eyes sank and he sighed.
That's it.
Xiao Yu left the bed, put on his clothes, and pushed out the door.
Su Ling stayed where she was.
On the wedding night, when the groom's official left, Fuying hurried in and was startled when she saw the appearance of her own girl. Even the princess forgot to shout, "Girl... What's the matter?"
Su Ling's beautiful eyes widened, staring at the door, unable to react for a long time.
How can this man be like this
Fuying looked at the handkerchief on the couch again. The couch was messy, but there was no blood.
Fuying put on Su Ling's clothes, stroked her back, and said, "Girl, what's going on here? The lord... Didn't touch you?" She didn't dare to ask what happened later.
If I didn't touch you, how could it be like this
Su Ling continued to stare at the door.
"Girl, don't scare me, if something happens to you, the grandfather of the country and the grandfather of the world will be so distressed."
When it comes to her father and brother, Su Ling is a little bit broken.
She covered her face with her hands and said, "I've endured it so painfully and so hard. What else is he dissatisfied with? It's not that I want to marry him! Why does he bother to humiliate me?"
Fuying almost never saw Su Ling cry, she panicked for a while, and quickly comforted: "Miss, don't cry, don't cry."
Su Ling slowed down, got up and washed her face, calmed down completely, and said to Fu Ying, "Don't mention today's matter to my father and brother when I go back to the door."
Fuying nodded hesitantly.
The faint morning light spilled into the inner room, and the night passed like this.
Fuying pushed the door open again, and handed over the box and account book in her hand: "This is from the housekeeper Wen. It's the purchase account book of the palace, and the key to the warehouse."
Su Ling accepted it and said, "Where are the others?"
Fuying faltered and said nothing.
Su Ling said: "You say so."
Fuying said: "His Royal Highness has something to do, and I won't be back tonight..."
Su Ling paused for a moment, then said softly, "Put the things away, and I won't ask about the main courtyard again in the future."
As soon as the words fell, the red candle shook for the last time, and it just burned out.
Emperor Shaoxi and Qin Meiren opened their eyes together.
Everything in the dream was too real, Qin Jie's heart tightened and she hurriedly closed her eyes.
Immediately, the man beside her slowly got up.
Qin Jie squinted to look at him, only to see him sitting on the edge of the couch with his hands on his brows, not saying a word.
It was clearly raining and sunny outside, but there were still dark clouds over the man's head.
"The Concubine's Acting Award" by the author: developed tear glands