When Liu Yunlie and Jiang Xuanjin were fighting in the suburbs of Beijing, Li Huailin drank his sorrows with Feng Yi.
He lost his strength, the situation was unstable, and his position was in jeopardy. Although Feng Yijun was polite to him, this kind of politeness was still not like the flattery and respect that others had shown him before. He wanted to build a capital in Feng Yi, but Feng Yijun blocked him back with a few words, which made him very depressed.
The only thing that made him feel at ease was probably that Concubine Ning Gui was still with him. With her around, Li Huailin felt very at ease.
However, Concubine Ning was not feeling well in the past two days and could not accompany her, so Wei Wei took him to the singing and dancing workshop. While drinking, I watched a group of girls twisting their thin waists and swinging their cloud sleeves.
With his eyes blurred, Li Huailin felt as if he was back in the palace again, he raised his head and took a sip of wine, and what he spit out was the imperial decree that no one in the world would dare not to obey.
A thin waist squeezed into his arms, Li Huailin took it, and called softly: "Wanwei."
The dancer was startled, then giggled, and covered her face with her sleeves. Handed the wine cup to his lips: "Wanwei serves the young master to drink."
Showing his face and laughing, Li Huailin drank the wine in the glass with her hand, pinched her chin, and kissed all the wine into his fragrant lips.
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The lights were dim, Ning Wanwei stood in the courtyard of the palace and waited for a long time, but no one came back.
"Your Majesty, go in and rest quickly!" The palace maid said worriedly, "The imperial doctor just said that your body is going to be raised, and the dew is heavy in the middle of the night, how can you stay long?"
Ning Wanwei coughed lightly twice before returning to her erratic thoughts, then turned her head and asked her: "Your Majesty knows that the palace is in trouble?"
The palace lady bit her lip and nodded: "The imperial doctor reported back, saying that the empress is not feeling well and cannot accompany the driver, so Your Majesty went out."
The pearl on the head trembled slightly, causing Bu Yao to shake slightly. Ning Wanwei drooped her eyes, unable to stop thinking of when she first arrived at Feng Yi.
At that time, His Majesty also fell ill. After all, he was a pampered and accustomed person. He was unwell after a long journey, and his high fever persisted. She waited by his side, and slept on the stool next to his bed, for five days in a row, never leaving her, so that he could see her every day when he opened his eyes, so that he would not feel at a loss in a strange place.
However, when she was sick, he never thought of coming to see her.
It's true, one is the concubine and the other is the emperor. It's only natural for the concubine to serve the emperor. How can anyone force the emperor to take care of the concubine? The emperor was young, and he had learned the art of governing the country from others, but he had never learned how to love others.
In other words, she felt that she didn't need to be hurt. After all, she was two years older than him. She was considerate, delicate and thoughtful. She was not as pitiful and loving as other concubines, and she had never acted like a baby with him.
She asked for it all.
After entering the hall and laying down on the bed, Concubine Ning Guifei thought, she should take good care of her illness and leave him alone for now.
She thought so, but after lying down for an hour, she heard the sound of the emperor returning to the palace outside, she couldn't help but stand up and put on her clothes to go out to meet him.
"His Majesty."
Li Huailin's drunken eyes were hazy, he pulled her up and hugged her, rubbed his chin on her shoulder, and whispered: "I miss you so much."
Feeling hot in her heart, Ning Wanwei felt that just one sentence from him was enough, the resentment in her heart dissipated without a trace, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
"Hey, why did you change your clothes?" Let go of her. Li Huailin looked up and down, and said with a smile: "It's still the good-looking one just now, with a small waist and a skirt with bells and fluttering."
Wei Wei stood beside him, winking at him again and again, but Li Huailin was really drunk, how could he understand what he meant, he dragged Concubine Ning and walked into the main hall: "Come on, let's drink again!"
The place that had just warmed up was completely soaked by a basin of ice water. Ning Wanwei stared blankly at the emperor in front of her, her eyes touched the rouge color on his lips and face, and her pupils shrank slightly.
"Your Majesty..." Wei Wei looked at her suddenly pale face, and hurried up to explain, "Your Majesty just drank two more glasses..."
"Where did you drink?" Ning Wanwei asked softly.
Wei Wei's face turned red, and he said, "It's the nearby song workshop..."
"You are so courageous!" Ning Wanwei turned around and reprimanded the emperor, holding back the emperor who was walking forward, "You can take your majesty to that kind of place? What is your majesty's identity?"
Wei Wei really wanted to say, if it was before, he would definitely not go there, but now that the palace is gone and the guard of honor is gone, so what if he just walks around the nearby karaoke workshop
But seeing Ning Guifei's extremely angry appearance, he didn't dare to say anything.
Li Huailin tugged and wanted to leave, but he couldn't move, turned his head unhappily, looked at Ning Wanwei and said, "Why are you so fierce? My daughter's family should be more gentle, come on, let's dance again."
For the first time in her life, Ning Wanwei shook off the emperor's hand with such force that she couldn't stand still, and was barely supported by the palace maid, covering her mouth and coughing fiercely.
The night wind swept through, Li Huailin shivered, and suddenly became more awake.
Wei Wei knelt in the courtyard, he was standing against the palace door, Concubine Ning Gui was standing three steps away from him, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably due to coughing.
"Aifei?" Realizing that something was wrong, Li Huailin panicked a little, and stepped forward and said, "Zhen... came back a bit late."
Ning Wanwei trembled her lips and was speechless, she just bowed her knees and bowed to him, then grabbed the maid's hand and went back to the side hall.
"You..." Li Huailin really wanted to catch up, but after thinking about it, he felt absurd. They are imperial concubines, and they are not ordinary couples. With so many people around, he is a majestic emperor, so he has to put down his face and ask for a concubine
Holding back his steps, Li Huailin turned his head and said to Wei Wei calmly: "Go down, it's nothing serious."
"Yes." Wei Wei quickly retreated.
Looking at the side hall again, Li Huailin rubbed the center of his brows, and said to the servant: "Call Ning Guifei here."
He is the emperor, can she hide it
The servant is newly brought up on the way. It was more transparent than the previous one. Hearing the words, he paused and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the concubine is still seriously ill."
"So what?" Li Huailin snorted coldly while still smelling of alcohol on his body, "I told her to come here, so she has to come here."
"Yes." The servant sighed as he bowed and walked out. The emperor is really not very sympathetic to people.
After half a stick of incense, Ning Wanwei knelt down in front of Li Huailin. He sat on the chair and squinted at her: "losing your temper?"
She whispered: "The concubine dare not."
Is this still called dare not? How gentle it was to talk to him in the past, but now this hard tone, is it not a temper tantrum? Li Huailin raised his chin, looking angry, but didn't speak again, just glanced at her from the corner of his eye, to see when she would give in.
However, Ning Wanwei just knelt like this until her eyes turned white, her body swayed, and she didn't speak again.
Li Huailin's drunkenness was completely awakened, and he knocked on the table to suppress his anger and asked her: "Do you also feel that I have become weaker, so you don't even have the patience to talk softly to me?"
Kneeling unconscious, Ning Wanwei stared blankly at the bluestone bricks on the ground. I feel that these words come from far away.
Soft words? If he had taken the initiative to visit her in the past few days, and if he didn't have those messy marks on his body tonight, she would definitely say it, and even if he was still uncomfortable, she would definitely coax him.
But now she really has no strength, even if he is angry, she can only bow her head: "I dare not."
I dare not, dare not do anything. He saw that she was very brave! Li Huailin was furious, and jumped up against the table: "Kneel out and kneel, don't be an eyesore in front of me!"
"Your Majesty." The servants and maids at the side were startled, subconsciously wanting to intercede.
"Whoever talks too much will go out and kneel with her!"
"..."
Xu Shi knew his temperament so well that Ning Wanwei didn't feel uncomfortable at all, she just kowtowed to him and stood up enduring her numb legs.
"Your Majesty." The palace maid came to help her with red eyes, she shook her head to indicate that she was fine, she just put more weight on her side, and said in a low voice, "Hold on steady."
The maid nodded vigorously and supported her to leave the main hall.
Li Huailin looked at her back silently, with a sullen face full of hostility.
The servant at the side didn't dare to say anything anymore, looking at the time, he was about to dishonestly wait for the emperor to go to bed, so the day was over. Who would have thought that just as he was about to speak, the emperor asked, "Is she very sick?"
Taking a deep breath in his heart, the servant quickly replied: "The imperial doctor said that although there is no danger of life, but it is really suffering. The empress has been coughing non-stop, and she just endured it in front of you."
His complexion improved a little, Li Huailin muttered in a low voice: "I'm not feeling well, why are you angry with me?"
However, with this reason. He felt much better, and said in a low voice: "Let her go back and rest, and just say that I have forgiven you."
"yes."
Ning Wanwei knelt in a trance, not knowing what happened at all, and she was sent back to the side hall by the maid. In the next few days, her high fever persisted, and she was so dizzy that she never got out of bed again. By the time he recovered from his illness, there was already chaos outside.
"I heard that Lieutenant Liu Du was defeated. He was sent by Lord Ziyang to catch turtles in an urn on the outskirts of Beijing. He lost five battles in a row. The food and pay couldn't keep up. The army collapsed and fled with the remnants of the soldiers." The maid whispered to her, "Your Majesty I've been busy the past few days, so I didn't come to see you."
Even if you are not busy, there is no need to see her, let alone busy? Ning Wanwei nodded, dressed and dressed, and wanted to say hello to the emperor.
However, Li Huailin was furious in the main hall. Everyone was at the door, and no one dared to go in.
"The stolen troops, do you really think they can turn the world upside down? You have ruined my military talisman for nothing! The army's morale is unstable. Why does he think he can fight Jiang Xuanjin? Now it's all right, a crushing defeat, a crushing defeat!"
With a "bang", a vase fell on the ground, followed by his roar: "Get out!"
A few civil servants and military generals ran out of the main hall, Ning Wanwei looked at it, but retreated to her side hall.
"Your Majesty, Liu Yunlie is coming to Feng Yi." The last one to bite the bullet and stay was Bai Dezhong. He clasped his hands and said, "Although he is defeated, he still holds an army of 60,000. For the sake of His Majesty's safety, it is better to withdraw two cities to the east."
Li Huailin said with a dark face: "As the emperor, why should I avoid my courtiers? Feng Yi's city is strong enough to resist Liu Yunlie, and there are lords around to help him. Wouldn't it be insulting to the royal reputation to retreat again?"
Bai De reconsidered. Said: "The minister's discussion is just in case. If your majesty thinks it's okay, I don't have much to say."
After all, salute and leave.
He was the only one left in the huge main hall. Li Huailin sat sullenly, feeling really uncomfortable, so he couldn't help calling the servant over and asked him, "Is the imperial concubine still recovering from her illness?"
The waiter replied: "I can get out of bed already."
Why don't you come and see him when you can get out of bed? Li Huailin was a little annoyed, but thinking about how seriously ill she must be, she must be in a bad mood, so he didn't care about her.
After tidying up the dragon robe, he called the court lady to re-tie the bun, and he pretended nothing had happened, and went to the side hall.
"My concubine pays my respects to Your Majesty." Ning Wanwei bowed her knees and saluted.
There was still some meat before, but now there is really only a skeleton supporting the heavy palace skirt. Li Huailin frowned: "Didn't the imperial chef make up for you?"
"Returning to His Majesty, I made up, the meal is very delicious."
"Then why are you still so skinny?"
With her hands folded in front of her waist and abdomen, Ning Wanwei said in a low voice: "Healing from a serious illness, it is inevitable to lose weight. Thank you for your concern."
Who cares about her? Just asking casually. Li Huailin thought so in his heart, but still couldn't help but look at her more.
Apart from the two points of being like the eldest princess, Ning Wanwei herself is also a beautiful beauty, the more she looks the more attractive she is. It's just that for some reason, she seems to be colder than before, and she doesn't secretly look at him anymore.
Slightly displeased, Li Huailin lowered his eyes and reached out to hold her hand.
Ning Wanwei obediently let him pull her, her fingers were soft, and the burns had long since healed. Li Huailin looked at her hand and remembered that this person hadn't taken the initiative to boil soup for him for a long, long time.
It's been a long, long time since I hummed a little song to him.
Inexplicably flustered, he squeezed her hand tightly, causing a cry of pain.
"His Majesty?"
Looking at her with burning eyes, Li Huailin said: "People in the palace used to say that you love me very much. But now, why no one said it?"
Ning Wanwei was stunned, then smiled wryly: "The concubine has been ill for more than half a month."
They rarely walk around in front of him, who would mention her to him
Thinking about it, he wanted to come to the side hall to see her many times in the past half month, but the imperial doctor refused to allow it, saying that it would endanger the dragon's body. He hadn't been this close to her for a long time.
Pursing his lips, Li Huailin said, "I've been having a hard time recently."
If the former Ning Wanwei heard this, she would have panickedly asked him where he was feeling, or what he wanted to eat. So he said that on purpose, trying to make her feel affectionate.
However, the person in front of him didn't even raise his head, he just said: "Let the imperial doctor take a look."
Li Huailin was a little bit at a loss when his expectations fell to nothing.
She also took her hand out, turned around and told the maid: "Doctor Xuan."
With her in the side hall, it's not as empty as the main hall, but it doesn't have the peace of mind it used to. Li Huailin pursed his lips tightly, and finally realized that Ning Wanwei's indifference was because of him, not because of illness.
She seemed... disappointed in him.
Why disappointed? Li Huailin didn't know, he just thought it was absurd, she was a concubine, a concubine had the duty of a concubine, how could she be indifferent to the emperor? With one will, he can take her life!
Thinking so fiercely in his heart, but still a little unwilling, Li Huailin got up, took two steps after him, and grabbed Concubine Ning's hand again.