Standing on the tower, climbing high and looking far away, you can not only see the exquisite scenery of the East Palace, but also the palace people rushing to and fro by the Donghua Gate.
In summer, the flowers and trees are luxuriant, Rong Xi leaned in Mu Huai's arms, and after hearing what the man said, her fair face blushed again and again.
Rong Xi replied with a little embarrassment: "... so many times last night, isn't it enough? Husband... you have to think about your own body, you can't always do this."
Mu Huai wrapped his strong arms around the woman's slender waist, and replied without blinking: "Not enough."
And it is far from enough.
Rong Xi lowered her eyes helplessly, and couldn't help but recall the days when Mu Huai was still the fourth prince.
She knew in her heart that once Mu Huai got involved in this matter, it would be endless and tireless.
Rong Xi comforted herself in her heart, at least Mu Huai was much more gentle and considerate than before.
When he was the fourth prince, he was too domineering and rough. Whenever she was doing her own errands in a good manner, the man picked her up when he said he would carry her, and then went straight to the point without saying a word.
The current Mu Huai can still inform her in advance so that she can be mentally prepared.
Mu Huai hugged the delicate girl in his arms a little tighter, shielding her from the wind above the tower.
He kissed the woman's soft face, and whispered to her ear: "Xi'er once promised Gu that he would make up for Gu, and you are not allowed to talk without counting."
Saying so, he pinched Rong Xi's waist side by side.
Rong Xi dodged for a moment, then murmured back: "Yes...but..."
Mu Huai asked again in a low voice: "Does Xi'er want to deny it? Huh?"
Rong Xi shook her head again and again, and said in a delicate voice: "I don't have..."
Mu Huai subdued the woman who was trying to escape from his arms, and asked again: "Let Gu Wan love you well, won't you?"
Rong Xi secretly hated herself for being useless.
Mu Huai just said a few words to her, and her body softened, and she could only let the man hold her in his arms, admiring her shyness and embarrassment.
The palace maids downstairs were walking around, although they all knew that it was disrespectful to look up at the prince and princess, but the right pair of couples would always make people unable to help but look at them.
The prince is tall and handsome, and the princess is delicate and helpless, they are truly a match made in heaven.
The two of them seemed to be whispering something, and the palace people thought that the cold and majestic prince would also talk intimately with his beloved wife.
Mu Huai saw that Rong Xi was still blushing, but said nothing, and teased her again: "If you don't like the evening, choose the day, and Xi'er can choose the one herself."
Rong Xi clenched her fist, lightly smashed the man's shoulder, and complained softly: "My husband is so bad, I know how to bully my concubine..."
Mu Huai held her slender wrist, with a clear smile on his stern eyebrows, but his tone was pretending to be low: "I'm getting more and more capable, and I dare to say I'm lonely."
Rong Xi's beautiful eyes turned slightly, but she didn't feel that the man's words were scolding her at all.
She pressed her face against the man's strong chest peacefully, without saying a word.
But in his heart, he thought to himself, it's bad, Mu Huai is really dead.
*****
The sky in Bianjing is cloudy and cloudy, with the potential to rain.
Weiyang Palace is now in a state of decline. Empress Zhai is wearing the empress's luxurious life clothes, with serious makeup and hair, but even with thick powder on her face, it is difficult to hide her aging and haggard state.
Although Zhai's family was raided, Emperor Zhuang still treated her kindly as his first wife, and Weiyang Palace's share was as usual, and her food and clothing expenses were not severely deducted by the inner divisions.
Empress Zhai was standing in front of the sill window, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hands, but her face was not as solemn and peaceful as a person who worships Buddha.
Her expression was clearly preoccupied, and even because she was overthinking, the string of the Buddhist bead could not be pulled by her, and when it broke, the Buddhist bead fell to the ground with a bang.
What Empress Zhai can now be sure of is that if Mu Huai ascends the throne, Emperor Zhuang will still try to protect her as the queen mother before he dies, and will tell Mu Huai not to let him take her life.
But what's the use
She was trapped in this Weiyang Palace, her mother's house collapsed, her family was ruined, and she was left alone. In this deep palace, she was secretly laughed at by her concubines who were inferior to her.
Empress Zhai hated Rong Xi and Mu Huai very much.
What is especially disgusting is that the relationship between these two people is so good. Mu Huai, an arrogant and ruthless person, seems to have been infected by a love gu, and gave Rong's supreme favor.
The Rong family was originally just a court lady by Yu Zhaorong's side, but now, she has everything.
Respected status, stunning appearance, healthy offspring.
The family background that was most criticized before has also been overturned, and a younger brother of the emperor's relatives of the Falcon Kingdom appeared halfway.
It was rumored in the palace that the reason for the fact that the Ugh kingdom was willing to send so many good horses and ores was because of the relationship between the Crown Princess and the heir of the Uru nation.
That day when Zhai's family was ransacked, it was like a nightmare for Queen Zhai.
The trick between her and Concubine Shu was seen through, and Mu Huai sent Concubine Shu to the cold palace. Although it was inconvenient for her to inquire about Concubine Shu's condition, she could guess that Mu Huai would definitely not make her feel better.
Empress Zhai knew very well that she had no other bargaining chips, and she would not be able to bring down Mu Huai with her own strength.
But as long as she lives for one day, she won't make it easy for Mu Huai and that bitch Rong.
— “Why do you keep throwing up all of a sudden recently?”
The voice of the big court lady Lan Ruo interrupted Empress Zhai's thoughts. Empress Zhai heard the reputation and looked around, and saw a young palace maid kneeling on the ground with red eyes, allowing Lan Ruo to reprimand her.
Empress Zhai walked in front of the two and asked, "What's going on?"
She sized up the palace lady and felt that she was quite handsome, but there were too many beauties in the palace, her appearance could only be considered mediocre.
Just as the maid was about to reply, she vomited again.
Lan Ruo and Queen Zhai looked at each other, and they had the same guess in their hearts.
Lan Ruo forced the maid to ask: "Don't think I don't know, you got very close to a guard this month, did you do something shameful with him behind the Queen's back?"
Seeing through her mind, the palace maid hastily explained: "Your servant... I don't have this servant, I just ate my stomach badly."
Lan Ruo reprimanded: "Whether it is true or not, please ask a medical girl to find out."
The maid was timid and had no idea in her mind, she immediately admitted her mistake and said: "Servant... this servant will dispose of the contents of the stomach, please don't drive this servant out of the palace."
Empress Zhai's smile deepened, she leaned slightly, lifted the maid's chin with her hands, looked at her with a terrified face, and said: "You know, you committed a serious crime in the palace, If this palace wants your life, no one will say a word."
The palace maid was so frightened that she shed tears, and begged: "I beg the empress, please spare my life..."
Empress Di let go of the maid's chin, but did not reply to the maid's words.
Look, there is no such thing as an absolute path.
God still sent this opportunity to her.
*****
In the afternoon of this day, it began to rain heavily in Bianjing.
It was misty and rainy, and the breath of rain made the ambergris burning in the hall more intense, and the room was full of its loose and distant smell.
This rain actually made the original luxurious scenery of the East Palace a little more immortal like ink and wash.
Since Mu Huai is Xiu Mu, he doesn't need to wear heavy court clothes in the East Palace. Today he was finally willing to spare some time to accompany her, so Rong Xi began to dress up as a man.
Rong Xi changed Mu Huai into a moon-white shirt, and coaxed the man to re-tie his hair.
She followed the man's hair style she liked, and made him wear half a bunch of black hair and a small sapphire crown.
Rong Xi's favorite type of man in the past was the kind of gentleman from aristocratic family who is as gentle as jade, and it is best to have some elegant exile aura on him.
Mu Huai's appearance is as handsome as Zhilan Yushu's, but his temperament is extremely sharp and captivating.
He sat in front of the mirror, closed his eyes and frowned, his aura was extremely strong.
Rong Xi pursed her lips, and while brushing the man's hair, like a bird chirping, she chirped with Mu Huai about Mu Jue's trivial matters.
Mu Huai suddenly realized that something was wrong, and asked displeasedly: "Are you treating Gu as a doll in the hands of your daughter? How decent is it to put clothes on and tie hair?"
Originally, Rong Xi was still imagining Mu Huai as her gentle lover in her mind, but when the man scolded her with a sullen face, she immediately restrained her petty thoughts.
But Mu Huai was right, she did play him like a doll.
After Mu Huai had finished changing his clothes, the palace servants realized that the crown prince now looked like a glorious young master.
The crown princess was wearing bright yellow gowns, she looked like a charming young lady who hadn't left the court.
The appearance of the two of them is obviously very young and outstanding, but they even have children.
Those wet nurses did help Rong Xi relieve a lot of burden. Mu Jue was pretty well-behaved, but because she was young, she would inevitably cry.
But when he was crying and fussing, those few experienced wet nurses helped Rong Xi take care of him, but Rong Xi didn't put in much effort, he could read some miscellaneous books every day and take care of the internal affairs of the East Palace.
Thinking about it carefully, it was hard for her to conceive and give birth to Mujue, but after his death, she didn't suffer much.
After the rain got heavier, Rong Xi felt that Mu Huai's mood was obviously not quite right.
After all, his temperament is still surly, cloudy and uncertain.
Now his handsome face was gloomy, and the servants standing in the palace also sensed that something was wrong with Mu Huai, and they didn't even dare to breathe.
Mu Huai is still young, but only twenty-two years old, but there is always a kind of natural majesty on his body.
Rong Xi walked beside him, ready to accompany him to see Mu Jue, but she also held her breath, not daring to take a breath.
Mu Huai's slender and rough palm had already held her hand, and he seemed to sense the fear in her bones towards him, so he ordered in a low voice: "Don't be afraid of being alone."
Rong Xi shook his head, and replied softly: "I am not afraid."
Mu Huai is a reborn person. He can remember the general trajectory of his previous life. Although he can't remember some details one by one, if he encounters a specific scene or object, he will quickly recall it.
The rainy season is approaching in Bianjing, he recalled that Emperor Zhuang passed away during the summer rainy season in his previous life.
After Emperor Zhuang passed away, although Mu Huai always claimed to be ruthless, he was still in his early twenties at that time.
In the eyes of the courtiers, Mu Huai is a new emperor who is ruthless and hard-working.
But at this age, both his parents died.
The beloved woman and unborn child have long since left him.
No one knew, but there was always a sense of loneliness and desolation in his heart.
After he was reborn, although he rescued Rong Xi and his son, he was still helpless regarding the life and death of his father.
Mu Jue was born more and more cute, and at first glance he looked very alert, with dark eyes.
Before, she looked more like Rong Xi, but now, Mu Jue looked more like him.
Rong Xi carried Xiao Tuanzi into her arms familiarly, kissed the child's soft cheek, and tried not to look at Mu Huai's slightly gloomy face.
Mu Jue is very likable, and as soon as he got into her arms, he started giggling.
Rong Xi suddenly remembered that since Jue'er was born, Mu Huai didn't seem to have hugged him very well, so she whispered to the man, "Husband, you should hug Jue'er too."
Mu Huai took the obedient Xiaotuanzi, put his big hand on Mu Jue's armpit, and lifted him up.
But the way he looked at him did not have the love of his father.
There is obviously a bit of scrutiny in the deep black eyes, and some emotions that Rong Xi can't understand.
At this time, there was a loud thunder in the sky, and a pink crack appeared, which immediately illuminated the slightly dark hall due to the rain.
The thunder was deafening, and everyone in the room, except for Mu Huai, changed their expressions slightly.
Mu Jue was so frightened by the voice that he cried, but Mu Huai still held him up.
Another crack flashed across the sky, and the light hit Mu Huai and the others again.
Mu Huai's eyebrows were as black as ink, with a tall and delicate nose hanging from his face, but his deep and cold eyes never blinked, looking at him with a kind of gorgeous beauty.
Rong Xi was disturbed by the thunder and his heart trembled. After he calmed down for a while, he immediately snatched the child back from Mu Huai's grasp.
In a low voice, she ordered the nurse to take the baby back and take good care of it.
Mu Huai's expression gradually recovered, and he didn't plan to waste the whole day, so he went to the study before nightfall.
Zhongshu Sheren sent the papers from the Zhengshitang to the East Palace, and Rong Xi kept silent in the study as always, carefully grinding ink for the man.
Seeing that the ashes in the incense burner were fading away, some spices were added to it.
Mu Huai was very focused when reviewing papers and didn't like to be disturbed, but after serving him for so long, Rong Xi could guess when he needed some tea.
After preparing the tea, Rong Xi was just about to bring it to the table not far from the man's hand, when another thunderclap sounded from the sky, which was shocking.
Rong Xi was a little afraid of thunder, but after doing these errands for many years, he still didn't break the tea cup to the ground.
But when she put the teacup on the table, her slender hands still trembled a little, and when the teacup touched the table, there was a calm sound.
Mu Huai's side face was three-dimensional and exquisite. After hearing this movement, he glanced at her and asked, "With loneliness, even thunder can't hurt you. What are you afraid of?"
Rong Xi's tone was concerned, and instead of replying to the man's words, she asked him in a low voice: "Husband...do you have something on your mind today?"
Mu Huai put the Langhao brush in his hand on the case, and was silent for a moment.
He was about to regain that position. In his previous life, he had no fear at all, and he certainly has no fear in this life, but his mood was somewhat complicated.
After his death in the previous life, his soul floated over the Yongxi Palace for a while, and he knew that the posthumous title given to him by the officials of the Ministry of Rites was "Wu".
Wu can represent the virtue of martial arts in Weijiang, or it can represent the fault of militarism.
Mu Huai naturally has deep feelings for the foundation of the country left by his father's generation. Although in his previous life, he was diligent and diligent, he couldn't find the meaning of doing so.
In front of Rong Xi, he is not the prince, nor is he the future emperor of Daqi.
Separated from these two identities, he is just Mu Huai, Rong Xi's husband.
Mu Huai ordered to the delicate and helpless woman beside him, "Sit on the lonely leg."
Rong Xi had long been accustomed to this, so she sat on it carefully, and Mu Huai adjusted the posture of the delicate girl in her arms so that she could look directly at him.
Mu Huai brushed the broken hair on her sideburns with his fingers, and asked in a low voice, "Xi'er thinks Gu will be a good emperor?"
-"meeting."
The woman's voice was very sweet, but when she answered him without hesitation, she was decisive.
The grille leaked out of the window, and the wind and rain were precarious, and the nephrite jade in his arms was warm and fragrant.
Only Rong Xi said again: "I have always believed in my husband, and I have believed in my husband since a long time ago."
The woman looked at her earnestly and solemnly.
The distance between the two was extremely close, and Mu Huai saw his slightly lonely expression in her amber-like clear and beautiful pupils.
Rong Xi's words seemed to be pouring strength into his heart.
As an emperor, he can be cold and ruthless.
But only this woman is an exception.
Rong Xi is everything to him.
With her by his side, he can become the monarch of Qi he wants to be, and he has the confidence to realize his ambition in the territory left to him by his father.
Rong Xi's soft words comforted him, but Mu Huai still wanted to seek deeper comfort from her.
Seeing that the man needed her very much at this moment, Rong Xi did not shyly reject her as usual.
Mu Huai covered the woman's face with one hand, kissed her soft earlobe, and said in a low voice: "The palace servant is still standing outside the study, cry a little bit later."
*****
The endless rain has finally stopped.
The two people in the study were also calming their unsteady breathing.
Rong Xi was a little weak, so she turned her face sideways and pressed it against the man's shoulder.
Originally, today she dressed Mu Huai very bookishly, his brows and eyes were cold and cold, and his demeanor suddenly increased a bit of abstinence.
The two of them were still in the study room, with booklets and jade seals on the desk.
Rong Xi felt that all kinds of talents just now were like reading scripts before.
She was like a girl in a boudoir who was lured and abducted by her childhood sweetheart and aristocratic brother. She avoided the servants with him, and stole Yunhuan with him in the study on a misty and rainy day.
Just now she couldn't help herself, and called Mu Huai Brother Zhiyan.
Originally, the man looked at her with pampering and tenderness, but after hearing the voice of brother Zhiyan, those deep eyes gradually turned dark.
In the end, Rong Xi suffered a lot because of this brother Zhiyan.
But she still likes it a little bit.
So exciting.
Rong Xi was thinking in his heart like this, Mu Huai kissed her forehead, and he asked her in a hoarse voice: "Do you like it? But still feel uncomfortable?"
Rong Xi's voice became more and more sweet and hoarse. She squinted her eyes and whispered back: "I like it...it's not uncomfortable..."
But Mu Huai said quietly: "But Xi'er made Gu Gu very uncomfortable."
After hearing this, Rong Xi looked at the man's handsome face in disbelief. She opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again.
What's wrong with Mu Huai
This should be the legendary saying that if you get cheap, you will sell well.
Shameless.
She put her face on his shoulder again, hummed coquettishly, and asked back in a low voice: "What's wrong with your husband? Could it be that you are teasing my concubine again..."
- "Your little mouth is going to bite Gu to death."
As soon as the words fell, Rong Xi's cheeks felt hot.
She bit him, but Mu Huai's words obviously didn't mean that.
Rong Xi's face was a little sullen, and he muttered in the man's arms: "I hate it~"
The corners of Mu Huai's lips became tighter, and he straightened her delicate face with his hands. While looking at her dodging eyes, he said in a bewitching voice: "My dear boy, call Gusheng Zhiyan again."