Nu Yalang of Tang Dynasty

In the early morning, Zhou Jun, who was lying on the bed, looked at the curtain above his head. The moonlight shone into the gilded green curtain, and the snow falling from the eaves fell to the ground, making a crashing sound.

The warm fragrance of nephrite was in his arms, and a different kind of orchid lingered on the tip of his nose, a smell that Zhou Jun had never smelled before.

Everything that happened last night made Zhou Jun feel a little dazed, as if everything seemed a little unreal.

Normally at this point, it would be time to prepare for morning court.

The biological clock that has been cultivated for a long time made Zhou Jun subconsciously want to get up.

However, he then thought about it. There was a three-day holiday throughout the country during the Lantern Festival, and there was no morning service today. So he gave up the idea of ​​getting up.

Soon, sleepiness came over him. When Zhou Jun opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside the house, and the sunlight had already poured into half of the room along the window lattice.

Seeing that Yang Yuhuan beside him was exhausted and still hadn't woken up, Zhou Jun carefully climbed up and sat up.

The smoke cage and jade pillow in the desert tent, the pink skin causes sweat and the fragrance of white lotus.

Zhou Jun looked back at Yang Yuhuan's sleeping face, which was alluring to the country, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It turns out that the spring night is short and the sun is rising, and the king will not go to court early from now on. This statement is indeed true.

After simply dressing up, Zhou Jun left the bedroom and went to the front hall. He saw Fan Jinian waiting there anxiously with dark circles under his eyes.

Fan Jinian saw Zhou Jun and hurried over, bowing and saying: "Your Majesty, this old slave has already cleared out his servants."

Zhou Jun heard this and said: "Yesterday..."

Fan Jinian: "The emperor is busy with political affairs and has no time to attend to the banquet at Shangyuan Palace, so he spends the night in Shouhua Palace."

Zhou Jun was stunned, thought for a while, nodded and said: "That's it."

Looking back at the small building behind him, Zhou Jun said to Fan Jinian: "My queen's foot injury has not healed. When she wakes up, remember to ask the imperial doctor to take a look."

Fan Jinian called you.

In the next two days of Shangyuan Festival, Zhou Jun and Yang Yuhuan did not meet each other. The former was busy discussing state affairs with ministers, while the latter was recuperating in his residence.

It seemed like nothing happened between the two of them.

On the last night of the Lantern Festival, Zhou Jun went to Yang Yuhuan's residence in the name of visiting.

Yang Yuhuan was in the room reading the selections of newspapers and newspapers. When he heard the emperor's arrival, he felt panicked and wanted to say that he had already fallen asleep.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jun moved quickly and without waiting for notification, he went directly to the back room of the bedroom in the small building.

Yang Yuhuan looked at Zhou Jun's face, bit his lip, and struggled to get up to salute, regardless of the ointment on his ankle.

Zhou Jun came to her side, held her down gently, lowered his head to look at the wound, and asked, "What did the imperial doctor say?"

Yang Yuhuan: "The imperial doctor said that although it doesn't look serious, the muscles and bones have been injured. In addition, the night of the injury was very laborious..."

Yang Yuhuan's voice became lower and lower, and a blush rose on his face.

Zhou Jun said helplessly: "That night, you didn't care about your wounds at all. I also tried to persuade you..."

Before Zhou Jun could finish speaking, Yang Yuhuan quickly reached out to block the former's mouth.

Zhou Jun shook his head slightly and grabbed Yang Yuhuan's hand: "I have something to ask. When did you make up your mind?"

Yang Yuhuan leaned into Zhou Jun's arms. His eyes were a little out of focus. He thought for a while and then said: "When I got along with Zhou Lang in the past, I only thought that you were smart, humble and talented, but you were rare in the world."

What a strange man. But when it comes to the relationship between men and women, it was in Maweipo that the love between men and women really sprouted..."

Zhou Jun: "Maweipo?"

Yang Yuhuan: "The Supreme Emperor ordered Gao Lishi to strangle Yuhuan. When I was dying, I prayed to the gods and Buddhas to save my life. The gods and Buddhas did not respond, but it was Zhou Lang who broke in and saved me from the gate of hell.

Lila came back... From that time on, I thought that power and wealth were all in the past. To Yuhuan, Zhou Erlang was not only a lifesaver, but also a blessing in this life."

Zhou Jun hugged Yang Yuhuan and fell into silence for a while, then asked: "Are you willing to follow me back to the palace?"

Yang Yuhuan was stunned when he heard this, got rid of Zhou Jun, straightened up and said: "No!"

Zhou Jun: "Why not?"

Yang Yuhuan smiled bitterly at first, and then said: "I am already nearly forty years old. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am old and yellow. If I follow your majesty back to the palace, how will outsiders think of me?"

Zhou Jun: "What outsiders say, let them have their say. I will always give you a destination."

Yang Yuhuan: "Yuhuan has already made a mistake once and suffered too much infamy. Now I don't want to make a mistake again. If your Majesty cherishes me, don't mention this matter again."

Zhou Jun: "According to your wishes, when you and I meet in the future, will it be like a private meeting?"

Yang Yuhuan was embarrassed, rolled her eyes at Zhou Jun, and fell into the latter's arms again: "As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night... This is Erlang

Poetry, right?"

Zhou Jun was a little stunned: "Where did you hear that?"

Yang Yuhuan: "Princess Yuning in the palace wanted to learn the piano. I had a relationship with her, and she told me this poem."

Zhou Jun was a bit dumbfounded. The poem he originally read to Jin Fengniang went around in a circle and reached Yang Yuhuan's ears from Chao Mu.

Yang Yuhuan put her upper body close to Zhou Jun and said with a sweet smile: "Erlang is usually very serious. I didn't expect him to be a good hand when it comes to flirting with women. He is not showy or show off."

Zhou Jun never believed that a woman could be both noble and charming at the same time, but now that he saw Yang Yuhuan, he believed it.

Zhou Jun: "If you don't want to enter the palace, I won't force you. But this place is simple and crude after all. I have ordered the eunuch to renovate the palace to at least make it more comfortable to live here."

Yang Yuhuan nodded: "This place is close to the Xuanwen Hall and adjacent to the Imperial City. If it can be renovated and improved, I can move here from the mansion in the future, and it will be convenient for travel."

Speaking of this, Yang Yuhuan remembered something and said to Zhou Jun: "Yuhuan and my mother are like sisters. She must not let her know about the things between you and me. Otherwise, I really don't know how to deal with myself."

Zhou Jun got a headache when he thought about seducing his wife's best friend behind his back.

Seeing Zhou Jun's expression of embarrassment, Yang Yuhuan thought that he was unwilling, so he lowered his body and begged: "Yuhuan has no relatives in this world. The only one who can be considered a close relative is Nan Niang. I also know this.

It goes against your original intention, but for the sake of our friendship, please don't say anything... As long as Erlang agrees, I will not refuse no matter what you want Yuhuan to do."

After saying this, Yang Yuhuan blinked at Zhou Jun with a narrow look on his face.

The woman in front of her is a charming person. She is dignified and virtuous on weekdays, but once she falls in true love, she is naturally charming and charming in bed.

Zhou Jun couldn't hold himself back, carefully avoiding Yang Yuhuan's wounds, picked her up, and closed the curtains of the bed.