The night is as deep as water and the stars are like beans.
Zhuang Zhao and the emperor walked side by side, their clasped hands hidden in their wide sleeves.
"It's so quiet tonight."
She smiled and looked sideways at the emperor, her gentle brows looming under the dim light.
The little eunuch following behind lowered his head and looked at the bluestone slab.
He vaguely heard the emperor say something with a smile, and then heard the imperial concubine pouting at him.
This was the first time he heard someone dare to speak to the emperor like this.
I didn’t expect the imperial concubine to be so brave despite her beautiful appearance.
Brother Tan in front stopped, and he stopped too.
I was so waiting that I couldn't hear the two masters in front of me talking, so I continued to move forward.
Yikun Palace was very close to Qianqian Palace, the emperor's residence, and they arrived there within a short walk.
Perhaps because of his obedience to the imperial concubine, the emperor and the Yikun Palace did not have a favorable impression.
If it weren't for the fact that the location of Yikun Palace was the best besides Kunning Palace, he wouldn't have let Zhuang Zhao live here.
The layout of the room is still the same as in the west hall.
The emperor leaned leisurely on the couch, picked up the book lying next to him, and took a closer look, but it was a volume of poetry.
"I asked in a low voice: Who are you going to stay in the city?
It's already three o'clock in the morning.
The horses are slippery and the frost is thick, so it's better to leave.
There are only a few people traveling."
He smiled playfully.
Zhuang Zhao was so embarrassed by his smile.
She took the book out of his hand and said coquettishly: "Your Highness."
She knew it was inappropriate as soon as she said it, so she quickly changed her words: "Your Majesty."
The emperor held her hand and pulled her into his arms, holding his other hand tightly around her waist.
Her temples are slightly messy, her face is pink and peach blossoms, and her bright eyes can be either happy or angry.
"It seems that the emperor likes this imperial concubine's couch very much."
She lay on top of him, her voice soft and delicate.
The emperor put his hand on her waist, and the hot temperature made her move.
"Don't move."
The emperor said hoarsely.
The two of them were so close that they could even count their eyelashes.
Zhuang Zhao also realized what it means to be romantic.
Since he was still in the period of filial piety, the emperor had no choice but to suppress whatever thoughts he had in his mind.
However, small compensation is still possible.
When Bai Cha and the others came in the next day, they saw Zhuang Zhao constantly smelling his hands.
"Master, what's wrong with your hand?"
Bai Cha was confused.
After all, Zhiyan was well-informed and understood immediately.
The little eunuchs gathered together.
Although they couldn't do anything, they were still men after all, and they were not afraid of meat and vegetables.
So Zhiyan basically knows everything that should be known and shouldn't be known.
Only a silly girl like Bai Cha would ask questions in such a careless manner.
She wouldn't ask questions that she shouldn't have before seeing Bai Ling.
Zhuang Zhao put down his hand in embarrassment and changed the subject with a guilty conscience, "Did the Emperor say anything when he left today?"
Bai Ling was holding a cup and waiting for her to rinse her mouth, while saying: "The emperor sent a pot of impatiens flowers over."
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Zhuang Zhao was wiping his mouth when he remembered the emperor's words last night.
"Let them have a good life."
Without saying a word, she got up and went to have breakfast.
"Why doesn't the master seem very happy?"
Bai Cha muttered.
Zhi Yan gave her a cold look.
Bai Cha stared back without showing any signs of weakness.
It's all you can do, as long as you have eyes Zhiyan turned his head expressionlessly.
I can basically be sure: Hopelessly stupid.
After dinner, Zhuang Zhao wanted to play with A Ling for a while, but the Queen Mother sent Aunt Zheng to pick up A Ling.
"The empress misses Her Highness the Princess, so she specially ordered the old slave to come and pick her up so that she can enjoy her family relationship."
The Empress Dowager hated her so much for her feelings for him now, and there was no way she had any affection for A Ling.
Zhuang Zhao said calmly: "Empress Dowager Meng is thinking about you, Nanny Du, just hold A Ling in your arms.
It's windy outside, so remember to put on more clothes."
He didn't seem worried at all.
Don't go with me either.
Really calm.
After Aunt Zheng left with A Ling, Zhuang Zhao stood up and said, "Let's go out for a walk."
Bai Cha and others looked at each other and followed suit.
Although autumn has already entered, the Imperial Garden is still full of flowers.
Yao, Huang, Wei Zi are everywhere.
But Zhuang Zhao had no intention of admiring the flowers.
No matter how calm she pretended to be, she was still worried about Ah Ling.
Her steps gradually became more rapid.
As he walked around the corridor and was about to move forward, he bumped into someone.
Zhuang Zhao almost lost her footing, but fortunately Zhi Yan immediately supported her.
The other person was not so lucky.
She fell to the ground, and the beads on her bun were broken.
"You" Zhuang Zhao was about to ask her if she was okay, but he was shocked by the half of her face she raised.
Zhou Caiwei raised her head and looked at the clear and elegant woman in front of her, and apologized: "I have offended my concubine."
"You know who I am?"
The end of the words was gently raised, and the touching voice made people feel itchy.
Just from the first glance, I knew how favored this imperial concubine was.
She has a delicate face and must be favored often.
Zhou Caiwei's eyes were slightly astringent, and she lowered her head and said, "The empress is as magnificent as the bright moon in the sky.
I have long admired the empress's reputation."
Really good at talking.
Zhuang Zhao smiled and asked Bai Cha to help her up, "Are you Zhou or Yang?"
Zhou Caiwei stared at the tip of her shoe exposed under the hem of her skirt and whispered, "This concubine is the Zhou family
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