The weather has cleared up completely, and the warm winter sun shines on the body, making people comfortable and drowsy.
Ling Xueman held the quilt as a cushion, put it on the broken chair in the yard of the clothing bureau, then curled up and closed his eyes to soak up the sun.
An hour ago.
"The emperor's spoken word--"
"Ling Xueman, the maid of the Coating Bureau, violated the rules of the palace a few days ago. I punish her for three days to think behind closed doors and check her performance. Now she is released! Thank you for this!"
Xu An took a team of eunuchs and stood in the clothing bureau with an imposing manner. After a male duck pierced his eardrums, Wu Jie opened the door, and Ling Xueman got down from the cold kang and knelt to thank the eunuch. Long live long live!"
"Be better in the future, don't make mistakes again. This time, the elder prince and the eldest princess will try to protect you. The emperor will give you mercy. Ling palace lady, we can say this to you, so do it yourself!"
Xu An finished speaking nonchalantly, then turned back, Wujie and the two big inner guards followed and walked out.
Of course, Wuji was guarding before. On the day of the concubine, Mo Qihan made two-handed preparations. Just in case, he replaced Wuji and Wuji, and transferred back to Wuji. Wujie was guarding Ling Xueman’s room. .
Half an hour later, a tall and straight figure appeared in the Huanyi Bureau, followed by Mo Qing, carrying a food box.
There was a knock on the door, and Ling Xueman opened the door, raising her eyebrows in surprise, "Three princes, why are you here in person? Just send someone to deliver it!"
"Why, don't you invite me in?" Mo Qiming chuckled lightly.
"Well, my room doesn't match you. I didn't have a place to sit when I came in. Still..." Ling Xueman was a little embarrassed. He turned aside and pointed to the broken table before saying, but Mo Qing had already moved the chair and appeared there. At the door, he said: "Master, do you move in?"
"Yeah." Mo Qiming replied.
Ling Xueman had no room to refuse, and stood there dumbfounded. Mo Qiming had already paced in, and the door was closed by Mo Qing from the outside.
The room was still warm, and I don't know who put pressure on Deacon Zhang. In short, Ling Xueman came back and found that there were two large stoves in the room. The charcoal fire was very hot, and even the tea sets were replaced with new ones.
Mo Qiming started, put the food on the table one by one, then took out two pairs of chopsticks, handed them over, and smiled lightly: "I didn't eat either. Let's have a meal together."
"You, shouldn't you go back to the Three Princes' Mansion for dinner?" Ling Xueman asked dumbly, looking at the pair of chopsticks, feeling very complicated.
"I'm hungry now, can't wait to return home, can't I want to have a meal with you?" Mo Qiming sat down on the chair, looked sideways, and asked with a faint smile. The orange candle light hit his resolute side face. On top, it adds a bit of softness.
Ling Xue was speechless, stood dumbly, leaned forward and sat down, took the chopsticks, and then pursed her lips and said, "Of course, it's just this room, this table, and me, who will eat with your three princes. I'm afraid it will insult you..."
"When have you talked so much?" Mo Qiming frowned, interrupted faintly, and put a chopsticks dish into the small plate in front of Ling Xueman, and said: "Am I afraid that you will insult me? What am I doing?"
"Uh... I talked a lot." Ling Xueman fluttered his eyelashes and had nothing to say, so she pulled her lower lip, "Oh."
"Eat it."
Mo Qiming picked up some dishes from each of the six plates on the table and continued to put them there. Seeing Ling Xueman motionless, her eyes drenched, Ling Xueman hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and ate it.
A faint smile was raised quietly from the corner of his mouth, and Mo Qiming curled his lips with satisfaction, and then ate it by himself. There was nothing to say during the meal. He ate this meal with relish.
However, Ling Xueman was eating messy and thoughtless. She would eat whatever Mo Qiming put in her food. A small bowl of soup was delivered to him, accompanied by his caring words, "Drink some soup before eating. Slowly, don’t choke. Now."
"Oh, got it."
Nodded indiscriminately, Ling Xueman sipped some soup, and then continued to pick up the rice.
Mo Qiming smiled slightly, took a few more bites, then put down his chopsticks and looked at Ling Xueman quietly.
Being watched like this, Ling Xueman was somewhat embarrassed, and even a little guilty-hearted, and her heartbeat accelerated. She clearly knew that her concubine did not like the three princes, she still...
Thinking about this, Ling Xueman immediately became nervous, and his concubine said that it was dark and came to pick her up. Then... his body was tilted to the side without a trace, and his gaze quietly moved to the wall behind, where there was a huge pile of firewood, and Shimen was right. in…
Taking a look, Ling Xueman quickly turned his head, and then slammed up the meal. The fast-speed Ling Mo Qiming frowned and couldn't help but remind him: "Eat slowly, and drink some soup."
"Oh oh." Ling Xueman responded, drank a few more mouthfuls of soup quickly, and continued to pick up the rice. Finally, the chopsticks were put off, "I'm full!"
Mo Qiming took out a Jinpa from his sleeve and stretched out his hand to draw Ling Xueman closer, then gently wiped away the rice stains from the corners of her mouth, and whispered: "Do you usually eat like this? This habit can be changed, otherwise the stomach will feel uncomfortable after a long time."
At such a close distance, each other's breath can be heard, and the atmosphere has suddenly become ambiguous. Ling Xueman suddenly remembered the story of Mo Qiming kissed her at the palace creek last year. She couldn't help but her cheeks were hot immediately, and her face hurriedly turned her body. Moved back a bit, and said uneasily: "I know, I know, I will change it in the future."
"Manman, you... are you afraid of me?" Mo Qiming's deep pupils were a little more complicated, and there was more exploration in his eyes.
"No!" Ling Xueman immediately raised his eyes and said, meeting those eyes, but couldn't help but lowered his head immediately, his voice was as soft as a mosquito, "Three princes, the meal is finished, you, you go back, the three princesses must be there. Waiting for you."
Hearing this, Mo Qiming was obviously a little displeased, and his voice became a little deeper, "You are driving me away? Long, aren't we playing in the afternoon? Why are you repelling me? I have no malice against you, you are improper Am I a friend?"
"No, three princes, I, I regard you as a friend, but, it's just that it's dark now, we are alone in the same room...it will be misunderstood by others." Ling Xueman was a little nervous, and his tone of voice was extremely low. Said smoothly.
I couldn't help it, and turned my head subconsciously to look at the wall, as if I felt my concubine was looking at her, like a thorn on his back.
This action caused Mo Qiming's gaze to follow quietly, and he fixed on the pile of firewood, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked faintly: "Manman, what are you nervous about? What are you looking at?"
"Huh?" Ling Xue opened her lips and looked at Mo Qiming in a daze, her heartbeat speeding up sharply. If it was someone else, if it were replaced by the second prince, she would let them know that her concubine was nothing, but the third prince would never know. Because the concubine dislikes the third prince extremely, she, she can't make the concubine upset!
However, before Ling Xueman came up with a wording, he saw that Mo Qiming had already stood up, and his slender legs had moved towards that sensitive place!
Ling Xueman hurriedly stood up, clutching the edge of the table with both hands, sweat soon oozes from her palms, staring at Mo Qiming, her lips trembling, but she couldn't make a sound.
Standing in front of Chai He, Mo Qiming's thin lips were pressed tightly, and his sharp eyes like an eagle pond stared at the wall behind Chai He for a full minute, then slowly raised his hand and moved the Chai He one by one. Take the root away...
Shimen opened ten centimeters to the right of Chaihe, but the mechanism was set under the kang-tou mattress, and it was extremely secretive, and most people couldn't find it. Therefore, Ling Xueman's heart was slightly relaxed, but she couldn't let Mo Qiming continue to look at it. Go down, otherwise, with his meticulous thoughts, he will inevitably find the extremely small joint between the stone gate and the wall!
The brain was turning quickly, and Ling Xueman's eyes rolled suddenly, her face was distorted, and her hand was placed on her abdomen, and she said in pain, "Three princes, take two firewood and put them into the stove, I'm cold."
Hearing this, Mo Qiming stopped the movement in his hand, turned his head and said blankly: "Is it cold? This stove is okay!"
"Dizzy, I'm cold, don't you know that I am most afraid of cold? Also, you, you go quickly, I am not very comfortable." Ling Xueman increased his facial expressions, seeming to be very painful.
Upon seeing this, Mo Qiming came over with worry in his eyes, "Manman, what's the matter with you? Wasn't it good just now? I'll show you a doctor."
"You don't need to be too doctor, I, I'm so uncomfortable, so I ate food quickly, and then urged you to leave." Ling Xueman stammered, and his cheeks turned red as they cooperated. Very shy.
Mo Qiming was startled first, and asked in confusion, "What's here?" Then, before Ling Xueman answered, he suddenly reacted, his handsome face flushed, "Ahem, yes, is it coming to Kushui?"
"Yeah." Ling Xueman replied very embarrassedly, and then lowered his head and said nothing.
Mo Qiming pursed his lips and inadvertently looked at the firewood. He walked over and took two of them and put them in the stove, and asked, "Then what have you been looking over there?"
"I..." Ling Xueman thought for a while, glared angrily, and said, "I'm just looking at firewood. There are wood thorns on those firewood, and my hand hurts when it is pierced. I look at it more, uh, just thinking The hint asked you to help me put firewood into the furnace, who knows, you are so stupid to die, you ran to turn the firewood, I can't say it clearly."
"Uh..." Mo Qiming was messed up, curling his lips awkwardly, "Then you can just say it directly, do you need to be polite with me?"
"Hehe, you're welcome in the future, I will use you as a slave, okay?" Ling Xueman raised an eyebrow and asked jokingly.
Mo Qiming smiled, he couldn't help touching Ling Xueman's face with a hand, and the corner of his mouth was a petting smile, "Manman, I do what I do for you, I am willing to do anything for you, whether you are a slave or a friend, as long as you are happy. Okay. Actually...I want to be your man more, a man who guards you and loves you."
"Three, three princes, I...we are impossible." Ling Xueman blushed her face, took two steps away, and said in a flustered manner. The scorching heat from that big palm made her feel embarrassed.
"Why is it impossible? You are no longer my younger siblings. As long as you want and you are willing, I will take you out of the palace and live a free life. Isn't that good?" Mo Qiming froze in the air and said eagerly. .
"Not good, of course not good, I, I will not leave the palace, I don't want you to be my man, I don't love you, I can't go with you." Ling Xueman shook his head like a rattle, abnormal Resolutely.
Hearing this, Mo Qiming's eyes tightened, his eyes were full of injuries, and he took a violent step forward, the monkey wall stretched out and hugged Ling Xueman into his arms, with his chin resting between her hair, a little hoarseness in her voice, and she whispered. Said: "Manman, don't refuse so completely, I know, I hurt you a lot, I am full of guilt for you, I have been thinking about how to make up for you, but there are too many helplessness, I... Man Man, would you give me a chance to love you? I will be more worthy of your love than that man, Man Man..."
"No, no, three princes, we are not suitable, you let me go!" Ling Xueman hurriedly interrupted, struggling hard to get out, but her arms were like iron bars, making her unable to move at all. In a hurry, she Bluntly said: "Mo Qiming, if you force me, I won't even do friends with you! I hate you! I hate you to death!"
"Long Man!"
Mo Qiming's heart tightened, he slowly loosened his arms, looked at Ling Xueman, and said word by word: "I won't force you, I'll wait for you, wait for you to accept me, Manman, in this world, love you deeply. Man, there is not only the second brother, but also the man you love, and me!"
When he spoke, he turned around and strode towards the door, helped the door bolt, his pace was stagnant, and turned back, "Cover the quilt at night and ask the lady of the day to stay with you. That girl looks smarter than you. Beware of some stoves. Beware of fire."
The door opened, and a little cold wind blew in. Ling Xueman couldn't help but tremble, then watched the figure leave lonely, and stood for a while in a daze before walking forward and gently closing the door.
My mind was messy and blank. I didn't know what I was thinking, and I didn't know what to think. In short, I didn't have a clue.
She is actually a liar, isn't she
If she told Mo Qiming clearly that she had a concubine and a man, would he shrink
However, when the concubine said it was not public...
The weather has been gloomy for several days and finally cleared.
The streets of Jin'an resumed the movement of people, and there was a constant stream of excitement.
After coming out of the largest restaurant on Suzaku Street, a figure of medium stature was already a little drunk, dressed in a dark blue ordinary robe, with a firm face, a few strands of hair hanging down on the oblique side of his forehead, covering half of his face, walking With vain steps, he staggered into a two-story tea house opposite the restaurant.
The man went up to the second floor, but he walked to a very secret staircase behind the box. He saw that there was no one around, and quickly lifted the floor cover under his feet. There was another very narrow staircase underneath. The man did not hesitate. He reached down with his feet, entered this secret passage, and carefully closed the lid.
No more drunken appearance, the man quickly walked to the end and banged the door of the secret room. The people inside opened, the man entered, and the stone door closed again.
"Young Master!" The man clasped his fists, his face rigorous.
Turning the back of a large chair, Mo Qiming stared at the visitor coldly, staring at him for a long time, and when he looked straight at the visitor was uncomfortable, he slowly said, "General He can still remember this. Who is the king?"
He Zhixin's eyes tightened, and he said hurriedly: "Don't dare! How can a slave forget the young master, please express it!"
"Really? But according to the king, the general has already surrendered to others, and even the general's daughter is shown in front of the king. It seems that if you become a noble concubine, you don't know the heights!" Mo Qiming's cold eyes, Said slowly.
"Young Master, forgive me!"
He Zhixin's legs weakened, and he knelt down, lowered his eyelids, and said in a nervous tone: "Li'er is ignorant, and she ran into the young master. The slave will teach her. The slave goddess has nothing to do, so please punish the young master! "
"General, please!"
Mo Qiming slightly curled his lips, got up and sent the congratulatory letter with one hand, his face softened, but his eyes were still sharp, "General, this time there is no need for punishment, but there is one thing that the king must remind the general and remind the concubine Li, Ling Xueman is a woman that this king attaches great importance to, if she hurts another point in the hands of Concubine Li, this king will not be merciless!"
"Yes, the minion understands, thank the young master for his impunity!" A layer of cold sweat oozes from He Zhixin's forehead. Hearing this, he stood up and said gratefully at the same time.
Mo Qiming returned to the swivel chair and sat down, pointing to the wooden chair next to him and said, "General, please sit down!"
"Yes, Master Xie!" He Zhixin folded his hands and sat down nervously.
"General, now your daughter has become a noble concubine, if she becomes a queen again, this situation will change!" Mo Qiming smiled lightly and said slowly.
"Young master, this move by the emperor today really makes the slaves do not know what to do. If the emperor does not make any orders, the slaves will not be able to leave Beijing and return to Pingzhou, and now Lei Yue’s army is stationed outside Beijing, which is equivalent to blocking the entrance to Beijing. Li'er was named a noble concubine and became the emperor's woman and stayed in the palace. If it turns out, even if the minion thinks about going back to Pingzhou, I am afraid it will be hard to win!"
He Zhixin frowned, paused, and then continued: "The phenomenon of Lord Baihou's rebellion is obvious. Young master, the servant of Huaiyin salt tax has heard about it. I heard that it was Lord Baihou who informed the emperor and was implicated. Young master!"
"Oh? How did you hear about it? Is this true?" Mo Qiming's eyes gleamed, his eyes flashing like a torch.
"It was Li'er who secretly told the minion. When the emperor was playing chess with her a few days ago, Lord Baihou asked to see him. After that, there was an accident in Huaiyin. His loyal minister, dare to expose the evil party or something." He Zhixin looked solemn, glanced at Mo Qiming, and cautiously said: "This is not what he told, who could it be?"
"Oh?" Mo Qiming made a soft tone, thought for a long time, and then snorted coldly. He faintly said: "Whether Bai Jingan betrayed the king, this king has yet to be found out, but The general has to weigh it up. If he violated the oath to my father, he would be struck by thunder!"
"Don't dare, the minion doesn't dare to forget, and doesn't dare to betray the master!" He Zhixin hurriedly folded his hands and said, with cold sweat on his forehead.
"That's good! A few days later, I will think of an excuse to play the emperor, and allow you to return to Pingzhou!"
"Yes, the minion got it!"
Mo Qiming slowly got up, stood with his hands in his hands, and the gloomy light in his eyes flashed, "As for Lei Dajun's army across Pingzhou and Jin'an, this king has his own way to disrupt his position!"
Today is the eighteenth birthday of the original owner of Ling Xueman.
Four small red candles burned on the four corners of the square table, a table for a sumptuous dinner, with a ten-inch round snack in the middle, which is said to be a legendary birthday cake. The warmth of the room, the yellow halo of light spilling into the room, lined with the light of the night pearl on the top, added a bit of romance to this dinner.
A man in a snow-white brocade shirt sat elegantly at the table, his eyes full of tenderness, Ling Xueman came out of the secret path, met those eyes, and suddenly froze in place.
"Manman, come and sit down!" Mo Qihan smiled on his lips.
"Oh." Ling Xueman regained consciousness, looked around, walked to sit down opposite Mo Qihan, and nodded in satisfaction, "Hehe, you really made a candlelight dinner for me!"
"Oh, of course, as long as you bring it up, even if I have never heard of it, then I have to think about it for you! Otherwise, if someone else gets ahead, my husband will have to step aside again! "Mo Qihan raised his eyebrows and said with a point.
Ling Xueman curled his lips, ignored his vinegar jar, and changed the subject directly, "Where are the flowers? And the musicians?"
"Here!" Mo Qihan took out a large handful from under the table, handed it over with both hands. After a long time of brewing, he suffocated a few words, "Manman, I, I love you, happy birthday!"
God knows, after receiving Ling Xueman's unheard of birthday requests last night, he was worried all afternoon today, so Xu An Chuntang Qiuyue squatted in the imperial dining room for two hours, staring at the imperial chef making something called birthday cake. , And then he ran to the Imperial Garden to fold flowers. Anyway, as long as it was a flower, he folded a bunch of them. When he came back, Chuntang cut the branches and arranged them into a bunch, and he had to wrap them in colored paper according to Ling Xueman’s requirements. Painted colors with drawing paper to make up for her, and then practiced this is said to be the affectionate confession when offering flowers...
In short, today he received countless strange glances from his subordinates. Lin Mengqing laughed wildly at him for half an hour... In short, it was shameful today, and embarrassing today!
Ling Xueman took the flower happily, and smiled with satisfaction, "It's not bad, although it's not smooth, but it can barely pass, this flower..." Her head lowered and looked at the flower in her hand, she couldn't help frowning." How messy? The marigold got in too? Husband, oh, forget it, you don’t know this, haha, the performance is pretty good, worthy of praise!"