In the middle of the night, the palace man brought in hot water, poured it into the screen and bathed it in a large wooden barrel.
Lin Feilu looked faceless.
In this damn ancient time, outsiders came in to take a shower afterwards, and God knows how much she missed the shower.
Listening to the sound of the palace people coming in and out, pouring water, she buried herself in the bed and pretended to be dead, waiting for everyone to retreat, and Song Jinglan, wearing a black single, opened the curtain and leaned over to hug her. To take a bath.
The bed was full of traces of love, she buried him in his arms and cried and maintained her final dignity: "Don't call them in, I'll change the sheets, let me change!"
With a laugh from the top of his head, he put her in the water, watched the water cover her body, bowed his head and kissed her forehead: "You wash first, I'll change it."
Lin Feilu was finally relieved.
The wooden barrel is bigger than the bathtub she used to use, and there are rose petals floating on the surface of the water. Toiletries are available on the sandalwood shelf next to it. Except for the manual water change, the others are actually quite convenient and comfortable.
She found a comfortable position in the water, lay down halfway against the edge, listening to the rustling sound of changing sheets outside, playing with the petals on the water surface with her fingers.
After a while, Song Jinglan changed the sheet and walked over.
He bypassed the screen, and his black cloth was windless, and his black hair hung behind him, like a fairy who haunts in the night, who specializes in beautifying people.
Lin Feilu rubbed her face with the petals: "Are you washing it? Or change the water first?"
Song Jinglan smiled and stepped in directly. He didn't take off his clothes, and the large black hem was floating on the water. Those red petals floating on the hem, entwining his ink hair, there was a thrilling beauty.
Lin Feilu was taken aback: "The clothes are wet..."
Before he finished speaking, the person was pulled over by him.
The petals float on the water, covering everything underwater.
Her waist seemed to be broken, and her body was ups and downs in the water. As she climbed his body, she bit on his shoulder like aggrieved: "Why are you here—"
He leaned gently on her neck, laughing low and dumb: "There is no need to change the sheets here."
There is no need to change the sheets.
But the palace in the back came in again to change the hot water.
Lin Feilu has passed away peacefully.
After taking the second bath, she didn't give him a chance. She crawled out of the water with her hands and feet, and quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel, "No way! I really can't!"
Song Jinglan smiled lightly.
Lin Feilu quickly grasped a certain meaning from his smile, and suddenly collapsed: "Your Majesty, you have to go to court tomorrow!"
He walked towards her, and when he passed by the sandalwood hanger, he tore off a piece of cyan gauze.
Lin Feilu backed up again and again, he approached step by step, and asked with a low smile: "Didn't the princess say that the spring night will rise in a short time, and the king won't reign early from then on?"
She retreated to the corner, clasped her bath towel tightly, and said distressedly: "That's something that Junjun did! Does your majesty follow the example of Junjun?"
Song Jinglan was already approaching, and the figure pressed down with his breath, covering her completely. He lowered his head and his voice was as low as a sigh: "The princess is in his arms, why not imitate Wujun?"
Lin Feilu: "..."
After a while, I heard him laugh and handed her the gauze: "Put it on."
Lin Feilu disgusted: "So thoroughly, what is the difference between wearing this and not wearing it."
Song Jinglan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Then don't wear them?"
Lin Feilu pulled the gauze over and turned around, leaving him with a slender and beautiful back. After quickly wiping off the drops of water, he quickly put on the gauze.
Tsing Yi is light and thin, like a misty night, hazy and cozy, but more attractive.
Song Jinglan's eyes deepened, and her scorching eyes looked at her from top to bottom, but in the end, taking into account her physical strength, she did nothing and put the person to bed.
Lin Feilu felt that she hadn't been so tired for a long time, as if she had returned to the time when she was a child when she learned martial arts with Concubine Xi.
Although she is not a master, she has practiced martial arts for so many years. She thinks she is still very strong! Why is it so weak compared to him? And he was still moving, how could he be so tired? !
Holding this doubt, she lay in his arms and fell asleep.
Although the two had been in close contact for a long time, it was the first time that they actually spent the night in the same bed. Although Song Jinglan is a person who disregards legal principles, he is still willing to abide by those unconventional etiquettes regarding Lin Feilu.
He listened to the sound of sleeping breathing in his arms, he lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.
His eyebrows, nose, lips, chin, lips, he traced everything with kisses.
Belongs to him alone.
He even wanted to rub her into his bones, become one with himself, and never be separated. But he looked at her quiet and well-behaved sleep, just lowered his head and kissed her eyes lightly.
The next morning, Lin Feilu was still asleep, and Song Jinglan was ready to get up and face.
Feeling he was leaving, she hugged his waist and didn't let go, buried in his arms half-dreaming and acting like a baby: "Be with me..."
He smiled helplessly, so he could only lie back, holding his soft body and gently stroking her vest, softly coaxing her: "Nothing has happened recently. I will be back soon. You will sleep for a while, huh?"
On the first day of becoming a queen, she decided to be arrogant: "Don't go."
Song Jinglan laughed, and gently stroked the skin behind her ears with her fingers, her thin lips pressed against her auricle, like a kiss, and like a whisper: "Didn't the queen not give the loneliness a chance? Or else, continue now? "
The girl in her arms kicked him decisively, turned her body inward, and waved her hand in disgust, "Go!"
Song Jinglan smiled silently.
He didn't freshen up in the sleeping hall, and walked out after changing the court clothes, letting her continue to sleep quietly.
As soon as he left, the large and soft dragon bed seemed to be less comfortable immediately, with less warmth and less warmth. Lin Feilu turned over a few times, still feeling tired, but no longer sleepy.
But today I can't allow her to sleep late. Just after dawn, Ting Chun and Shi Xia came over to wake her up. On the first day of becoming a queen, Lin Feilu got up with sore legs. According to the rules, he had to serve tea to the queen mother, accept the beauties in the palace, and go to the ancestral temple to offer incense.
But the beauties in the palace have no position, so this step can be omitted.
Ting Chun and Shi Xia smiled and saluted as soon as they came in: "The slave maidservant pays respects to the empress."
Lin Feilu sounded weird.
Not only has the title changed, but even the clothes and accessories have changed, showing the queen's identity everywhere.
After freshening up, she sat in Fengluan and went to the Chonghua Hall to serve tea to the Queen Mother. In order to prevent the palace person from seeing the abnormality, the backache and the weak legs have to be endured. After getting off the sedan chair, the people in the dowager palace smiled and greeted the empress empress. This was a pleasing head. Lin Feilu waved his hand and Ting Chun handed them the silver that he had prepared.
This month, she came to Chonghua Hall from time to time to talk to the Queen Mother. She is also a good hand to please her elders. The queen mother who has lived alone in the palace for many years has never had this kind of warmth from her children around her knees, and she was coaxed to persuade her. .
Now the queen mother has only one idea in her heart. Even if she can't relax the relationship with her son, multiple caring daughters can make a lot of money!
After Lin Feilu offered the tea, the queen mother took her hand and exhorted a few words about the qualities and responsibilities that a queen should uphold, and rewarded her with what she had prepared.
Leaving from the Chonghua Hall, she went to the ancestral temple to offer incense again. After a few hours, Song Jinglan was gone, and she hadn't finished her work yet.
However, apart from a busy day on the first day of becoming a queen, after that, Lin Feilu basically resumed the leisure life of eating, drinking and playing before.
She was afraid of trouble and didn't want too many bad things in her life. Song Jinglan handled all this very well. No matter what happened in the harem or the front, nothing could affect her mood.
Except for the lack of physical strength every night, the ecstasy is dying.
Lin Feilu felt that he might be ruined if he continued like this.
Not so much! They are all martial arts practitioners, so why is his physical strength so much better than himself? !
When Song Jinglan is not busy with political affairs, sometimes she will practice swords with her in Yong'an Palace.
She doesn't know how to use systematic swordsmanship, after all, Concubine Xi Gui is good at using spears. She knows how to defend herself with a few swordsmanship, and she is light enough to go to the house to reveal the tiles, and she is all her martial arts scholars.
But Song Jinglan inherited from Ji Liang. Although the two were called uncles and nephews, they had already treated each other as their masters and disciples. Ji Liang was single, without a wife and no children, and taught him all his lifelong swordsmanship. He is the number one swordsman in the world. The only descendant.
Although he is not ranked on the Jianghu Heroes List, it can be seen from the last time he fought with Yanxin that his martial arts attainments are beyond the reach.
Lin Feilu looked at him, then at his flower stand, suddenly began to understand why his physical strength couldn't keep up.
When Song Jinglan took the sword and turned around, she saw the girl sitting on the steps with her chin looking at him solemnly.
He laughed and shook his head, walked over and squatted down in front of her: "What's the matter?"
Lin Fei was very angry: "I want to learn too!"
Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows: "Swordsmanship?" He thought for a while, and said warmly: "Because this is Uncle Ji's swordsmanship, I can't teach you directly. When he comes to the palace next time, I asked him his opinion. If he agrees, can I teach you more?"
Lin Feilu cast aside his lips: "Who said I want to learn from you?"
She turned around and ran back to the sleeping hall. After a while to find something, she ran out happily and said very proudly, "I want to learn this!"
The hand is Jimo swordsmanship.
She turned it over twice, and asked him excitedly: "Uncle Ji's swordsmanship, or Jimo swordsmanship?"
Song Jinglan thought for a while: "It should be on par."
After all, Jimo Wu has passed away for many years, and there is no one in the arena who is good at Jimo swordsmanship, and there is no way to verify it.
This swordsmanship was kept by her side for many years, and when she was okay, she took it out and flipped through it. Unfortunately, no one was able to guide her. She was worried that her random study session would be staged in a frenzy, and she never dared to do it. It should be okay to have Song Jinglan, a person with superb swordsmanship by his side, guide him now
So the favored and proud queen gave orders to the emperor: "You teach me to practice this!"