Rixue Temple
A candle, a lamp, Painting and Chess took the palace people in front of the hall to welcome the new An Lingrong back to the hall.
An Lingrong was dressed in a lake blue flag suit, and after she was pregnant, she added a little Qing Huan to her eyes, which was even more charming.
"Welcome the little master back to the palace."
"Get up!"
The plump gold pears hung on the branches emitting an attractive sweet fragrance. The rest of the Pear Snow Palace was still very familiar. An Lingrong pushed open the door of the hall, everything was neat and nodded to Hua'er Qi'er with satisfaction.
"Little master, this slave went to this hall on her own when she heard that little master was pregnant, and replaced it with the fragrance of flowers and fruits."
Qi'er said steadily, with his hands folded, and Hua'er looked like he was seeking praise:
"Does the little master still like it?"
An Lingrong nodded in praise:
"Naturally like it."
The master and servants cleaned up.
The moonlight outside the window seemed to be bright and bright, the night wind suddenly blew and whistled violently, the flowers and trees shook and thundered, and a bolt of lightning passed across the sky like a sharp sword. The moonlight gradually dissipated, and the innocence turned black.
On a night when such a delicate woman would be afraid, An Lingrong Mo Ming slept peacefully without fear!
Yangxin Hall
A rainstorm poured down on the newly planted maple tree in the Internal Affairs Department. Li Dequan, who was standing under the eaves of the Hall of Yangxin in the dark night, couldn't see the color of the maple leaf ten steps away, but he also knew that the emperor didn't have time to appreciate it. The bright red maple leaves have fallen all over the green steps.
The light flickered slightly.
The emperor put down the memorial he had just reviewed, and the sound of wind and rain made him frown. He blinked and said in a deep voice:
"Why is it raining?"
Li Dequan's apprentice Li Liner had been waiting, and when he heard the words, he bowed his head and replied:
"Back to the emperor, it's autumn according to the season."
The emperor glanced at him, stood up and said:
"Li Dequan"
Li Dequan pushed the door and entered, kneeling and saluting:
"The Emperor's minions are here."
The emperor picked up the green jade bead string placed on the imperial table and said worriedly:
"Go to the Pear Snow Palace, go quietly, less people follow."
Li Dequan looked at the emperor in embarrassment and said:
"Your Majesty, it's raining heavily outside, it's not easy to walk..."
Don't let the emperor walk over and fall.
"I'm worried about the Jade Concubine, you eunuch, why don't you go quickly."
The emperor's face was cold, and his expression was suddenly gloomy.
"Yes, yes, the slave will let people prepare."
Li Dequan was cowardly, he did not have the courage to face the emperor's murderous appearance.
Rixue Temple
The emperor thought that he would see the sound of fear in the little woman before the candle was extinguished. After all, there was still thunder in the sky, and the little woman's heart had fallen asleep.
Stepping into the bedroom, the light blue quilt covered her slender shoulders, the quiet and sleeping beauty was breathing steadily, and the body lying on the soft big bed in her memory tried to turn over comfortably. The pajamas made of thin veil could not hide the charming scenery.
The emperor's throat rolled, only he knew how beautiful that place was! He pulled the quilt for the little woman, and the beautiful and attractive place stimulated his eyes. He had to turn his eyes helplessly, taking into account the body of the little woman February, otherwise he would have been unable to restrain himself and pounced on it.
He didn't ask anyone to come in to serve him, but let the regular Qi'er Hua'er send his bedclothes in, smelling the floral and fruity fragrance in the room. The emperor changed into his bedclothes himself.
After combing himself again, the emperor climbed into the coveted bed collapse.
God knows little women don't like him the most.
Holding the sleeping woman, An Lingrong slept neatly against the emperor's chest.
The years are quiet!