Ten days later, Xue Mu was ordered to enter the palace.
Because it is the season when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, pots and pots of autumn chrysanthemums are neatly placed in the palace. There are many kinds of them, which are really beautiful. In front of the Hall of Martial Virtue, there were flowers blooming like brocades, and Emperor Yan, who was dressed in a dragon robe, stood in the center, drawing his bowstring intently, aiming at the bearskin archery target ninety steps away.
The two slender fingers loosened slightly, and the arrow in his hand came out of the string, leaving only the bowstring made of beef tendon still trembling uncomfortably.
Xue Mu stood aside and watched quietly, while a guard trotted over to check the results.
Emperor Yan put down his left hand holding the longbow, and turned to look at Xue Mu: "The rest of the party haven't been found yet?"
Xue Mudao: "They hide very well, like pebbles hidden in the sand, it's hard to be noticed."
Emperor Yan frowned slightly: "I don't like being so passive."
The corners of Xue Mu's lips curled into a faint smile, and he looked at Emperor Yan and said, "Don't worry, your majesty, unless they never move, they will be wiped out sooner or later."
Emperor Yan lowered his eyes slightly, and plucked the string on his bow: "What are they waiting for?"
"opportunity."
Xue Mu's voice was very soft, but Emperor Yan could hear the determination in it.
He is always like this, even when he is at a disadvantage, he still has the attitude of winning.
The guard who checked the results ran back, holding the arrow that Emperor Yan had just shot in his hand, and knelt down in front of him. Come forward: "My Majesty, this arrow is to the left."
Emperor Yan seemed dissatisfied with the result, and his brows moved slightly. He looked at Xue Mu beside him, and stuffed the bow in his hand: "You come."
Xue Mu curled up his pale lips, smiled and said nothing, just took out a feathered arrow from the dragon head quiver, and shot the arrow with the same posture as the emperor just now.
The sound of the arrow flying out was short and powerful. The air around the ears seemed to be still vibrating slightly, with a buzzing sound.
A guard trotted to check the results again.
"My Majesty, this arrow has been caught."
Emperor Yan raised his brows slightly, and seemed to be more unhappy than before: "General Xue, it's hard to be promoted if you don't know how to please me like you."
Xue Mu chuckled, and bowed respectfully to Emperor Yan: "Your servant is dull."
Emperor Yan glanced at him, and waved his hand to signal him to flatten his body: "Forget it, anyway, I have never defeated you once since I was a child, and now you can still be an official of the third rank. I am too generous."
Xue Mu smiled and said, "Thank you, Majesty Long En."
"It's good to know." Emperor Yan ordered people to put away the archery equipment, and rewarded Xue Mu with several pots of special chrysanthemum wine and some silk and satin, and then sent him back to his home.
Liu Qinghuan had just finished taking a bath at this time, when she saw Xue Mu coming in with a wine jar in her arms, she ran up curiously: "Amu, has the emperor rewarded you again?"
"Well, it's the special chrysanthemum wine in the palace, Qingqing, do you want to try it?" Xue Mu smiled and pinched her fair and tender face. After so many days, Liu Qinghuan's body finally recovered almost. Even the skin seems to be more delicate than before.
Liu Qinghuan heard that it was specially made in the palace, and immediately asked Qingzhi to go to the kitchen to bring two small bowls. When Qing Zhi came back, she brought not only two nights, but also a few plates of snacks.
Xue Mu sat down beside Liu Qinghuan, and Liu Qinghuan looked at him with a smile and said, "Amu, if you have something to do in the future, just hang out in front of the emperor a few times, and we will have no worries about eating and drinking for several years."
Xue Mu smiled and poured the wine into two bowls, and handed it to Liu Qinghuan: "Taste."
Liu Qinghuan took the bowl and looked at it. The wine was very mellow, with a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums. After she tried to take a sip, she drank it clean in one gulp.
"The ones specially made in this palace are different from the ones sold in Dongshi." Liu Qinghuan said and put the empty bowl in front of Xue Mu, motioning him to pour himself another bowl.
Xue Mu nodded her head, and reproached softly: "Little greedy cat, are you not afraid of getting drunk if you drink so fast?"
"I'm not afraid." Liu Qinghuan looked at him with a smile, "I'm worried that Ah Mu will get drunk."
Xue Mu raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Then let's compete to see who gets drunk first?"
"Come on." She didn't believe that Xue Mu's drinking capacity could win her over the goddess of wine.
After the two drank a bowl, Liu Qinghuan filled another bowl for them, but after three bowls were eaten, Xue Mu refused to let her drink any more.
Liu Qinghuan looked at him with the corners of her mouth flattened: "Laipi, didn't you say that you will never go home after getting drunk?"
Xue Mu smiled and said, "Who told you? You are in good health and can't drink any more."
Liu Qinghuan lay sadly on the table, buried her head and did not move. Xue Mu smiled, and ignored her. He was eating snacks and wine, enjoying himself.
Liu Qinghuan's head finally moved, and a pair of big watery eyes looked at him in confusion: "Amu, I seem to be drunk."
"Go to bed when you're drunk."
"I can't walk, hug Amu."
Liu Qinghuan's voice was soft, and it sounded like he was really drunk. The loose black hair was draped softly around her body, looking indescribably charming. Xue Mu's eyes froze, he put down the pastry with only one bite in his hand, and hugged Liu Qinghuan.
As soon as Liu Qinghuan was picked up, she wrapped her arms around Xue Mu's neck and leaned against it. The shallow breath blew into Xue Mu's ears, his jaw clenched slightly, and he sat on the bed with Liu Qinghuan in his arms.
Liu Qinghuan moved restlessly in his arms, Xue Mu frowned, and warned softly, "Don't move around."
Liu Qinghuan raised her head and blinked, then pressed her body into Xue Mu's arms. She was only wearing an inner garment, and the warm body temperature was transmitted through the thin material, making Xue Mu's breathing hot. Seemingly satisfied with Xue Mu's changes, Liu Qinghuan had a slight smile in her eyes, put her lips next to Xue Mu's ear, and called out in a low voice, "Amu."
Xue Mu couldn't help but poke his hands into her skirt, leaning his head to kiss her face lightly: "You seemed to be in pain last time..."
His tone was very restrained, but the breath he exhaled became heavier and heavier. Liu Qinghuan leaned on his shoulder and gasped, her voice was as soft as a feather brushing Xue Mu's heart: "I'm not afraid, you don't have to bear it."
Although they slept together every night in the past few days, Xue Mu was afraid of hurting her, so he never touched her. But in this kind of matter, Liu Qinghuan is very dedicated, since Xue Mu doesn't take the initiative, then she should take the initiative.
Anyway, Amu will definitely not be able to bear it.
After Liu Qinghuan intentionally leaned against his ear and murmured twice, Xue Mu finally turned over and put him under him.
Kissing her lips eagerly, Xue Mu was fascinated by the sweet taste in Liu Qinghuan's mouth.
He obviously drank the same wine just now, but tasting it in Liu Qinghuan's mouth now, it seemed that he was particularly intoxicated. He firmly clasped Liu Qinghuan's wrist, wantonly plundering every ounce of sweetness that belonged to her in her mouth.
Liu Qinghuan's bones were painfully pinched by him, as if they were about to break. She subconsciously wanted to cry out for pain, but she opened her mouth slightly in exchange for more unbridled demands from the person on her body.
The air seemed to be ignited by the two of them, and Liu Qinghuan had the illusion that she was about to burn. In the endless ups and downs, she could only keep calling Xue Mu's name, as if this was the only way to relieve the restless blood in her body.
"I'm sorry..." Xue Mu looked at his blue wrist, and apologetically pulled Liu Qinghuan into his arms, "I'm just worried that I won't be able to control myself... Does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt at all." Liu Qinghuan assured him that if she said it hurts at this time, Amu would not touch her for ten days and a half months.
Xue Mu lowered his eyes and said nothing, just picked up her wrist and kissed it gently. Liu Qinghuan's hands were itchy by his lips, she laughed twice, and wrapped her arms around Xue Mu's waist: "Ah Mu, it really doesn't hurt, I can do it again."
Xue Mu paused, and raised his eyes to look at her. Liu Qinghuan posted it cheekily, and rubbed against him: "Ah Mu doesn't want to?"
She could clearly see the flames in Xue Mu's eyes that had not completely subsided, her long eyelashes trembled, and she kissed his lips proactively.
Xue Mu's brows were slightly raised, and then gradually relaxed. He hugged Liu Qinghuan, turning his back on the guest.
The Hou Mansion was quiet, only a few servants walked around occasionally.
Liu Qinghuan was leaning against Xue Mu's arms exhaustedly, the hair on the side of her face was a little wet with sweat. Xue Mu gently helped her rub her waist, and the corners of her mouth were pursed, looking serious: "Qingqing, don't blame me for not telling you, if you are always so enthusiastic, you will be the one who can't stand it."
Liu Qinghuan leaned on his chest and laughed twice, opened her eyes and looked at him: "Ah Mu, Auntie is still waiting to hold her grandson, we can't do it if we don't work hard."
Xue Mu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help pinching her waist: "You really..."
Liu Qing smiled happily and wrapped her arms around his beautiful neck, and pecked his lips: "Don't you want a little Amu?"
Xue Mu held her lips affectionately, not letting her leave: "I want a little dumpling."
"Well, what should we do then?" Liu Qinghuan frowned in distress, "It seems that we have to work harder."
Xue Mu pursed his lips and finally smiled, looking at her with affection and helplessness: "Is your waist still sore?"
Liu Qinghuan shook her head with a smile on her face.
Xue Mu couldn't help but kissed her eyes, and said, "Close your eyes now and go to sleep."
Liu Qinghuan blinked restlessly, then slowly closed her eyes. Xue Mu's fingers twitched through her hair. He came out, carefully straightened the hair on her side face, and then fell asleep holding her.