Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

Throughout the night, the attic was surprisingly quiet.

Outside the window, the wind was snowy, and the wind was harsh. Xuanhua was flying in the air with the ice ball, rustling, and the world was enveloped in darkness and airtight.

At the time of the placement, Yunxi mixed the thick rose juice in the bathing water, and repeatedly wiped the whole body with white sandalwood, relying on the fragrant smell to suppress the sweet smell of spices.

Back to the bedroom, only half of the bed was empty, and the husband Leng Qingtang and his quilt were gone.

Hey!

It must be because she refused to tell him the truth, and he complained, so he left her and ran to the bedroom on the first floor to sleep.

Sorrowful emotions surged like a wolf rushing to the hog, and instantly occupied Yunxi's body and mind, making her unable to escape.

The candlelight at the foot of the bed was half-burning, and Zhu Lai coral was hanging down. The fire candle flickered, and it was indestructible like her helpless.

The flame jumped and finally extinguished. Yunxi lay down tightly, retracting his weak body into the cold quilt, closing his eyes and unable to sleep for a long time.

She couldn't understand it anymore, and her husband became suspicious, eager to find out the truth.

In this situation, she has nothing to do, but temporarily keeps a distance from him so that both of them can calm down.

In the guest room on the first floor of the attic, Leng Qingtang woke up from a hazy sleep, staring at the half-cold empty bed.

The cold wind roared outside the window, and the room was silent. Occasionally, the sparks in the charcoal basin made a "　啵" sound, which clearly fell into human ears, making people feel empty.

It's very cold tonight, and I don't know if the lady has a quilt.

Leng Qingtang lay on her back, her eyes misty.

His sweet wife Su Rili is very carefree and needs his most considerate care.

Even if she is no longer a little girl, she still can't get rid of her frizzy habit. She doesn't sleep very honestly, so she loves to kick off the quilt.

After the same couch, Leng Qingtang would wake up like this habitually every night, and Bingzhu checked whether his little wife had a good quilt.

The flames in the charcoal basin flickered, and Leng Qingtang became more worried about his little wife.

What if the charcoal bowl in the bedroom upstairs goes out?

What should I do if the room is too cold, Yun Youxi can't cover it properly, and catches cold at night?

Quickly got up and put on his clothes, Leng Qingtang couldn't wait to rush upstairs.

If he didn't see Yunxi everything in safety with his own eyes, he believed that he might not be able to sleep well all night.

The moment his feet landed, the coldness of the ground made him instantly calm.

It didn't take long for the midday incident. Thinking of South China Jiyan's sad and weeping face, Yun Xi's resolutely pretty face, and her tight-lipped attitude, Leng Qingtang immediately suffocated the fire.

Who is he, her husband.

He had always thought that the two had been separated and separated many times when they were in Da Yi, and now they have gone to a foreign country and finally got married as they wished. They have met frankly in body and mind. From then on, there should be no secret between the two.

With the wasted years and deaths as the foundation of their deep relationship, there will be no gap between them.

As everyone knows, Yun Xi's world still has a corner, and he refuses to enter.

Leng Qingtang tossed and turned, as if his body was hollowed out, an indescribable colic hit his heart again.

No matter, Xu is frank in everything but his own thoughts, blame him for being too wishful.

With a long sigh, Ken Qingtang turned over to face the wall, enduring a moment of composure, and finally calmed down and fell asleep deeply, speechless all night.

...

Dayi, the capital palace.

Since that night, the attendant got the blessed eyes of the Holy Spirit, and the concubine Hui Shi Yuanqing stepped forward and was promoted to the second-grade concubine Hui, who was granted the Miaoyin Pavilion.

On the night of winter, the cold wind is damp and cold, and there is an atmosphere of "snow in the late evening".

In the hall of Concubine Hui, the fragrance is faint and the lights dim.

Newly embroidered felt blankets are spread on the ground, two magpies and plum colored embroidered spring pillows on a rosewood Arhat bed are opposite each other, and red fire fox fur cushions are spread out on the soft cushions of goose yellow cranes, smoke and clouds.

Concubine Hui was afraid of the cold, and the fire wall was opened early in the hall. The warmth of the room was like spring rising, and the exquisite luxury was displayed everywhere.

Shi Yuanqing has been monopolizing Yulu since she was promoted to imperial concubine, and she has been dominated by South China Xinsheng for a month.

She thought she had a unique charm, but she knew very little about the past when the emperor was a prince.

She didn't know what the emperor thought when he was alone in the shadow of the candle, or when he looked far away from the sky; she didn't understand, occasionally the emperor held hands with her and talked about it, why would he contemplate and lose words because of her slight changes.

Tonight, Huananxin still stayed in Miaoyin Pavilion.

The outer head leaked deeper and deeper, Shi Yuanqing removed the heavy head, put on the fragrant lotus-colored pine branches and plum petals, embroidered bedclothes with dark patterns, and greeted him with a smile.

In the long night, Hua Nanxin was not sleepy and asked Hui Guifei to play the piano for him.

Qin art is what Concubine Hui is best at. The beauty immediately cast her eyes down, seated in front of Yaoqin with a modest smile, and her movements are elegant.

The beautiful eyes flowed and the curtains were charmingly provoked, and the beauty asked with a smile:

"I don't know what song the emperor wants to listen to, but the concubines played."

Huanan Nobunaga stood in front of the lamp, listening to the wind blowing from the leaves outside the window, his quiet smile gradually condensed:

"It will be like falling snow in the cold weather, let's talk about "Kuang Xue Si"."

The emperor tied his eyebrows slightly and raised his hand casually.

"Concubines obey orders."

Concubine Hui gave a full smile, and her green fingers stood up.

The strings are flicked, and the sound of Lingling trembles like an empty valley and orchids, and like the rain and snow falling in the early winter season, intertwined with broken ice, gurgling and orderly.

Hua Nanxin leaned on the Luohan bed, and put on the vermilion fox fur, and the thin, cold mist in his squinted eyes was irremovable.

Sniffing the charcoal fire in the silver basin under his feet, the scent of rosin was exuding, Hua Nanxin's expression was deep and he couldn't help thinking back.

At this time of a certain year, it was also such a cold winter, in such a similar warm palace, in front of such a lamp, he gobbled up the hot noodles.

The **** the opposite side smiled sweetly.

How long has it been, what kind of eyebrows does that girl have?

The emperor suddenly opened his eyes wide, nervously holding his forehead to think carefully, and the clues were spliced ​​one by one...

The more eager to find, the more blurred that face. Hua Nanxin started to sweat, clenched his fists and shouted:

"Stop playing—"

The beauty shook violently, and the piano sound was out of shape.

She panicked and pleaded nervously:

"The emperor forgive me."

Hua Nanxin gently stretched out his hand to help the woman with an abnormal complexion and embrace her.

Her eyes wandered for a moment with her delicate facial features, and then, like a star sinking into the ocean, she slowly fell into the dim abyss.

She is just like her, but not her...

"The emperor, what are you thinking?"

Leaning on the emperor's chest, Shi Yuanqing looked at him affectionately and asked boldly.

She is not a foolish person, and she can fully feel the grace of the emperor to her, which is limited to the bedclothes.

Although it was delicious and fun to move to this wonderful music pavilion, she knew that the emperor never gave her a sincere heart.

The man in front of him was handsome and handsome, even if his bright yellow and majestic dragon robe faded away, his heroic appearance would make countless women in the world crazy.

She is greedy for his beauty, and even wants to be the one who walks into his heart.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she finally couldn't wait to ask questions.

Hua Nanxin has a rare and pleasant look, and strokes her earlobe with his fingertips:

"If I say, I don't like you, what shall you do?"

Concubine Hui Gui bowed her head in sorrow, and said:

"The emperor is not happy with his concubines, and his concubines cannot complain about others. It is because they are incompetent and will not serve the emperor's satisfaction. However, no matter how the emperor treats his concubines, his heart will always belong to the emperor, and his concubines will always regard the emperor as the emperor. My husband, I will serve you with all my heart."

Hua Nanxin stared, pondered for a moment, and smiled:

"You are an obedient person."

The arms around his waist were tightened tighter, and the emperor was so close to her, his slightly quick breath rushed to the back of the beauty's neck with a warm breath.

When she was about to go to bed, the voice of the great **** Liang Zhen outside the door suddenly sounded:

"My lord, there is a secret report from the Yuexi Building of the East Factory."

Hearing the sound, the emperor violently pushed away the beauty in his arms, and instantly no affection.

"Yun Xi has finally fallen!" The emperor's face was overjoyed, and his eyes were radiant.

Yunxi...?

This is when Shi Yuanqing heard the name of a person from the emperor's mouth. The name resembles a woman...

"Great, immediately pass Yuexilou into the palace. Come, move to Qinming Hall."

Hua Nanxin turned around and left, striding the meteor without a trace of nostalgia.

"emperor!"

Shi Yuanqing screamed sadly and threw herself to stop.

Hua Nanxin supported her and persuasively:

"Ai concubine take a good rest, and I will see you again when I have time."

"emperor……"

Shi Yuanqing watched the emperor's honor guard leave Miaoyin Pavilion at night, her face was frozen and haggard, and she was desolate. :,,