Before he finished speaking, Emperor Chunjia, who was dressed in regular clothes, had already walked around the screen and went outside. He looked at the master and servant with a teasing look on his face, half-smiling but not smiling.
Xijing even went to put the dongpazi in front of him to say hello.
The emperor said nonchalantly: "Let's go east."
Yun Fenghuang reluctantly stood up to greet me: "It's so late, why do you want to come over to me?"
"Concubine Yun doesn't seem to welcome me here?" Emperor Chunjia asked lazily.
Yun Fenghuang denied it hypocritically: "How could it be possible? If Bidong came to my place, it would be too late for me to be happy! But I was not well-groomed at that time, and I was afraid that Bidong would not like me after seeing it! "
Seeing the emperor looking at her with a smile and no intention of blaming her, she complained like a snake, "Bidong sent my maid away as soon as he came. I have a lot of things to ask her to do!"
"What do you want her to do?" Emperor Chunjia looked her over and said, "That's all, bring the veil over and wipe it with me."
Yun Fenghuang was not sure what he was planning to do when he was so considerate all of a sudden. Bu Nao was also happy and relaxed. He immediately handed the handkerchief to him and said flatteringly: "Bidong is the best, I like Bidong the most!"
Emperor Chunjia sneered, obviously not believing that at all.
Because she never expected that the emperor would come so late, Yun Fenghuang wore thin obscene clothes when he came out of the bath.
The young concubine's skin is like frost and snow, shining brightly in the candlelight. The crow's black hair is scattered on the back of the head, as smooth as a waterfall, making her more beautiful than jade. She knelt in front of the mirror, her slender waist clearly outlined by the soft material of her clothes, like the willow branches swaying in the wind beside the spring moon lake.
The emperor originally had something on his mind and said that he would wipe her hair and let it go with her legs. But now when he looked at it, some blood was flowing and his eyes were condensed. Just then he moved away as if nothing had happened, and he found that Yun Fenghuang was peeking from the bronze mirror. Own.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and while wiping her, he asked calmly: "Is there a plan for that matter?"
"What's going on?" Yun Fenghuang was a little distracted, but she remembered that Qi Jiulu had wiped her hair before. They were both very young at that time. In the afternoon of the winter moon, Jiang took her to Qi Mansion to meet an elder. The adults talked and sent her to see Qi Jiulu, so that the unmarried couple could develop their relationship from an early age.
Otherwise, she took her maid and followed Qi's east servant to Qi Jiulu's courtyard.
She went there reluctantly because it was the most boring place for children, especially girls. In the empty courtyard, there is a clump of green bamboo planted in a corner of the wall. The rest is paved with green bricks, and there are some stone locks and wooden figures. On the east side of the corridor on both sides, there are weapon racks. There are a dazzling array of swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks.
When Yun Fenghuang walked in, it had just begun to snow. When the maid who guarded the door saw her coming, she hurried to help open the curtain and raised her voice to report.
However, Qi Jiulu was indifferent. When Yun Fenghuang walked in, he found that he had an ancient book spread out in front of him and was writing and drawing with a frown on his face.
"What's that?" The little girl curiously leaned forward to take a look.
"The solitary book." Qi Jiulu said briefly absentmindedly, and then asked the maid to take her outside to serve tea, coaxing, "I'll go for a walk, and he'll come over to accompany me."
Then Yun Fenghuang walked outside to burn a stick of incense, but he was nowhere to be seen, so he became a little annoyed. Looking at the heavy snowfall outside the glazed window, he simply took the maid out to have a snowball fight.
After all, I was young and wanted to relieve my boredom, but I forgot about Qi Jiulu while playing. The maidservants who were waiting on her saw that her sleeves and skirt were all wet. She was worried about being punished, so she even coaxed and deceived her. Qun Xuan Yun Fenghuang went to the back hall to clean up.
They took off Yun Fenghuang's outer clothes and dried them in the oven. Fearing that she would catch a cold, they took Qi Jiulu's quilt and covered her with her on the soft couch. They also asked the kitchen to bring some cakes and tea to serve her.
Yun Fenghuang ate the cakes with great interest at first, but before he knew it, he fell asleep holding half a piece of cake.
I don’t know how long it took to fall asleep, but I vaguely heard Qi Jiulu lowering his voice and lecturing: “… Since you know that Ahuang’s clothes and skirts are wet, why don’t you look at her head melting after a lot of snow fell while playing? When we went east, most of her hair was wet! It was such a cold day and I didn’t dry her after entering the house. What should I do if she gets a headache in the future?!"