Nu Yalang of Tang Dynasty

The Flower Calyx Xianghui Tower was built in Xingqing Palace. On the night of the Lantern Festival, the palace courtyard was lit up with lights, illuminating the entire palace as if it were daytime.

In the main hall on the first floor, when the time of Xu arrives, there will be visitors who will bring poplar branches and altars to offer sacrifices to the doors and households.

On the second floor, princes, princesses, and dignitaries from high families paid homage to the emperor and his concubines, and wished them well.

Li Longji and Yang Guifei were in high spirits amidst everyone's respectful speeches and drank a few more drinks.

Yin Yu stood in the queue, anxious, thinking only of finishing the etiquette as soon as possible and then returning to the pavilion to find Zhou Jun.

After everyone had finished the ceremony, Li Longji stood up and laughed and said: "It's rare to have a happy gathering today. I will go to the lantern tour with you."

Yang Yuhuan's face froze when he heard this, and he couldn't say anything on the spot.

After everyone stood up, Yang Yuhuan came to Li Longji and said softly: "Sanlang, don't forget that we have to go to Shangyang Palace to pray for blessings tonight."

Li Longji waved his hand: "We can't miss the time."

Yang Yuhuan frowned.

When everyone entered the courtyard of Xingqing Palace, they saw lanterns dotting the sky like stars, making them look extraordinarily bright and magnificent.

Li Longji was also very popular in poetry. He wrote poems and poems with everyone at the banquet and competed in lantern riddles.

Everyone at the banquet was in high spirits, except for the two women who were worried, one was Yin Yu and the other was Yang Yuhuan.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yang Yuhuan had no choice but to come to Li Longji's side again and said softly: "Master Luo said that when you pray for blessings and children, you should be sincere. Don't miss one day of the seven-day etiquette, otherwise you will suffer.

It doesn’t work anymore.”

Li Longji was in high spirits, but when he heard these words, he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

It happened that the Yang family came to look for the saint to make light.

Among them, the third sister of the Yang family even came closer to Li Longji, smiling coquettishly and making secret glances.

Yang Yuhuan was already resentful. Seeing this scene, he recalled the scandalous things that the third sister had done on this day last year. He couldn't help but feel angry and blamed the other party for his frivolous behavior.

Li Longji felt a little embarrassed, so he put on airs and scolded the imperial concubine.

When Yang Yuhuan heard this, his face turned pale, his hands and feet became cold, and he went to the palace without looking back.

When the Yang family saw this, they were uneasy, and someone proposed to persuade the imperial concubine.

Li Longji, who had just been refuted in face, naturally refused to show weakness in public, so he shouted coldly: "A woman must have rules, how can she always follow the advice? Today is the Lantern Festival, everyone just wanders around the lanterns to look for things."

Huan, don’t pay attention to other things!”

After everyone heard this, they knew that the saint was also angry, and no one dared to persuade him.

Yang Yuhuan, who returned to the Huaxianhui Building alone, recalled what happened in the courtyard just now. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He called to accompany him, saying he wanted to drink to relieve his sorrow.

When the chamberlains and maids saw that the imperial concubine was angry, no one dared to disobey her, so they had no choice but to find some fine wine for her.

Yang Yuhuan drank one glass after another, pouring the wine into his mouth.

The liquid was pungent and bitter. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was wine or tears.

Yang Yuhuan drank two bottles of wine.

The world in her eyes also became crooked and swaying.

Yang Yuhuan's flawless face was stained with two blushes, and her originally neat hair was now messy and hanging down.

When a servant saw this, he went out to find the saint and said that the queen was drunk.

After hearing this, Li Longji thought that Yang Yuhuan might as well be drunk so that he could have his ears clean and spend the Lantern Festival in peace, so he ordered the servants: "You will serve the imperial concubine and go to the pavilion to rest."

The chamberlain took the order and left.

Yang Yuhuan, supported by the chamberlains and maids, climbed to the third floor of Huaxianhui Building.

Entering the corridor, Yang Yuhuan broke away from everyone impatiently and shouted: "I know the way, just go away, you don't need to bother!"

The people in the palace looked at each other, and no one dared to come forward, so they had to stay at a distance.

Pushing open the door of the attic, Yang Yuhuan's beautiful eyes squinted, and she stumbled towards the bedroom.

Zhou Jun, who had been waiting for Yin Yu for a long time, stood by the bay window. Hearing the movement at the door, he saw a woman wearing a skirt walking in alone, and mistakenly thought that Yin Yu was back. He turned around and faced

The figure at the door of the bedroom asked in a low voice: "Why did it take so long to come back?"

The figure didn't answer and continued to move forward.

Zhou Jun took two steps forward and smelled a strong smell of alcohol. He couldn't help frowning and asked: "I just went to salute, how could I drink so much wine?"

Yang Yuhuan has been thinking a lot lately. Today, he was very drunk. He couldn't see the man in front of him clearly. Although he felt hazy in his heart, his body was full of love and he couldn't help himself...

Hearing Zhou Jun's voice, she opened her arms, hugged the former, and covered him with her lips and tongue.

In the darkness, Zhou Jun was hugged by "Yin Yu". He was a little surprised at first, but where he rubbed his hands, he felt that his figure was not as graceful as before.

After reacting, Zhou Jun was startled, quickly broke away from the woman's arms, and asked again: "Who are you?!"

Yang Yuhuan still didn't answer, but the golden hairpin swayed, gently undressing Ru Xia.

Zhou Jun was so shocked that he backed away repeatedly.

Just as Yang Yuhuan was about to continue moving, the surge of alcohol made her steps unsteady, and her body slowly fell to the side.

Zhou Jun saw that the woman had not moved for a long time, so he walked over cautiously, only to find that the woman had fallen asleep.

In desperation, Zhou Jun could only hold Yang Yuhuan in his arms, resisting the dissatisfaction caused by the full tentacles, and put him on the bed.

Through the moonlight, Zhou Jun finally saw Yang Yuhuan's true face.

Just as he was marveling, Yin Yu's voice came from the corridor outside the door: "What are you doing here?"

A chamberlain replied: "Back to the princess, the imperial concubine has had too much wine and has gone to the pavilion to rest."

Yin Yu was shocked: "What? Your Majesty has entered the house?!"

Waiter: "Yes."

Yin Yu said quickly: "Okay, you all go down, and I will take care of the empress."

Waiter: "But..."

Yin Yu: "Don't say any more, just go ahead!"

After the chamberlain and the maids left, Yin Yu hurriedly entered the room and shouted in a low voice: "Erlang?"

Zhou Jun walked to the door.

Yin Yu asked: "Where is the lady?"

Zhou Jun: "She is drunk and has already gone to the room to sleep."

Yin Yu: "She didn't recognize you?"

Zhou Jun: "Probably not. The room was already dark, and she was very drunk..."

Yin Yu: "That's good, I'll take you out now."

Zhou Jun: "The noble concubine..."

Yin Yu: "I will find someone to take care of her later."

Yin Yu found Xu Hezi, and asked the musicians to help cover up, and finally sent Zhou Jun out of Huaxianhui Tower without any danger.

On the morning of the second day, the sun shone into the pavilion.

Yang Yuhuan slowly woke up in the warm sunshine.

Yang Yuhuan shook his head, trying to get rid of the headache caused by his hangover. He lowered his head and looked at himself, but his clothes were disheveled.

She touched the bed beneath her again, and her tentacles were wet and greasy.

Looking back carefully, Yang Yuhuan only remembered that he had a long dream last night, in which there was another man with a hazy face and no face.

After adjusting her clothes, she pretended to be calm despite her anxiety, and went to the on-duty chambermaid to ask.

The latter replied that only Princess Wanchun came to the pavilion last night and left again later.

Yang Yuhuan was thoughtful and said nothing.

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