Once the tune comes out, it can't be hidden no matter what.
But since the emperor didn't want people to know, no matter how difficult it was, Tan Chen and the others would always do their best to keep it from being known.
The treasure boat slowly drifted toward the center of the lake, and suddenly the sound became ethereal.
There is also a special person watching the entrance of the Royal Garden.
No one can enter, so naturally they can't hear it.
"Dark eyebrows, light eyebrows.
The cicada's temples are covered with clouds, and the rain returns from the balcony."
The lingering and low music sounded, revealing a feeling of resentment.
In Zhuang Zhao's mind, the face of the resentful concubine was automatically replaced by the emperor's, and he couldn't stop laughing.
The emperor has always been a lover of music, and he originally had the leisure to enjoy some ditties, but she completely ruined it.
The next line happened to be sung: "Wushan Mountain is high, Wushan Mountain is low.
Mr.
Xiao Xiao will not come back in the evening rain, and he will keep time alone in the empty room."
He laughed softly and said, "It's not a pleasant feeling to be alone in an empty room."
When he said this in broad daylight, Zhuang Zhao rolled his eyes at him and said seriously: "Sit down, sit down, why are you saying this in broad daylight?"
The emperor didn't expose her as a coquettish person and continued to feed her with wine.
After drinking several cups, her face was flushed, her eyes were watery, and her voice was extremely soft.
"You can't drink any more," she muttered in confusion, "If you drink any more, you'll get drunk."
Her expression was relaxed, and her red lips were slightly open to reveal a few shell teeth.
This charming gesture aroused the emperor's love and affection.
"When you're drunk, take a nap."
He picked up Zhuang Zhao and told Tan Chen, "Stay here and let them continue singing.
No one is allowed to move without my instructions."
Tan Chen responded repeatedly.
The emperor then carried the beauty into the cabin.
He didn't have time to choose, so he opened a door at will and let them in.
The light in the room was dim, and the light-transmitting windows were covered, leaving only a few pearls emitting a faint light.
Zhuang Zhao was placed on the soft bed, and then he felt the emperor pressing on him.
She pushed him timidly, "Don't press on me, it's so hot."
"Hot" The emperor's voice sounded very erratic.
She nodded impatiently and continued to push him with her weak and boneless hands.
The emperor took advantage of the situation and stepped back, and then she put down her hand with a groan.
"I'll help you take off your clothes so it won't get hot."
When he saw that she didn't respond, he put his hand up automatically.
The slender fingers patiently unbuttoned the clothes one by one, and then the obscene clothes.
The moisturized body looks extremely clear, and is even more delicate and smooth to the touch.
Zhuang Zhao avoided his hand due to the heat, revealing a beautiful scenery.
There was faint music in his ears, as if it was under everyone's nose.
When the emperor thought about it, he became more and more ready to go.
Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Under her body was a soft brocade quilt, and her whole body seemed to be sleeping in cotton, rising and falling with the emperor's movements, like a lonely boat in the deep sea, which had risen and fallen several times, but could not land.
"Yeah" she made a seductive nasal sound, her slender legs hooked around his waist and squeezed hard, finally reaching the wonderland.
The frowned brows relaxed, and the whole person became limp.
The emperor asked her to do this, but she had no choice but to withdraw her troops.
The little emperor also has a temperament, so what, Loulan will never return it until he breaks it.
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After a while, a sweet voice sounded in the room again.
The emperor experienced the heroism of dying in battle for his gentle country.
But the singer outside was so miserable that he sang all afternoon and his voice became hoarse and he didn't dare to stop.
They usually pay so much attention to their throats and don't touch anything spicy or exciting, so they have such a crisp and good voice.
What an honor it is to be able to accompany you this time.
I thought there would be some kind of reward.
As a result, the reward was not received, and the voice was lost.
In this way, the song really reveals a sense of sadness and sorrow.
"Tan Chen" Thank God, it's finally over.
Tan Chen moved his head, which had been numb for a long time.
Regardless of the soreness of the ant stings, he hurried to the cabin door and said, "I'm here, my slave."
Several singers lowered their voices subconsciously.
"Dock the boat and let them all go back.
I will have dinner on the boat tonight."
After he finished his instructions, he glanced at Zhuang Zhao, who was sleeping soundly, and lay back, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with his arms around her.
The musicians all breathed a sigh of relief, and the dancers behind them, whose legs were numb and had not yet been put to use, looked at each other and revealed a wry smile.
After the ship docked, Tan Chen sent someone to take them back and said with a smile: "It's been a hard day today.
It's cold at night.
It's better not to talk too much after we get back, as it may hurt your throat."
He frowned, "If there is really any news, , but don’t blame me for not saying anything ugly beforehand.
Xiu Lake is deep enough to accommodate a few people.”
They were startled and fell silent.
Some people still had the courage to say, "Don't worry, Eunuch Tan, all slaves know the rules."
Tan Chen then nodded and said, "That's good, go back, there will be less noise along the way."
"Yes."
They bowed and left.
No one dared to speak until they walked out of the Royal Garden.
"The imperial concubine is really blessed."
There was sourness in her words, but it reflected what everyone was thinking.
The emperor was wise and capable, and he was born with a jade tree facing the wind.
Today, he spoke so softly, considerately and affectionately to the imperial concubine.
How great would it be if it were them?
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