Pampered Into Being The Empress

The rain in the Yongxi Palace became stronger and stronger, accompanied by the reckless wind, constantly hitting the silk screen paper windows, making a scream of hunting.

Until the early hours of the next morning, the crescent moon was hidden under the thick black clouds, and the clusters of autumn rain meant to rest.

After the cloud was sold and the rain fell, the people of the Yongxi Forbidden City and the Palace had already dreamed, and there was a lot of silence around them.

The floor of the living room is scattered with luxurious ochre banquet clothes and ink ribbons and other clothing, intertwined with the most common court ladies' skirts in Yongxi Palace.

The area of ​​the bed in Rongxi’s bedroom is not spacious, and the place vacated for the maid’s sleeping is a bit simpler. Except for the curtain, there is also a flat bed with a quilt.

Now the hanging plain veil was pulled to the ground, and the bed board collapsed slightly, barely supporting the two people lying on it.

Only this corner of the ground, it seems that it has been attacked overnight by squally rain, and it has been ruined by a **** beast.

Unsightly.

The medicinal power of Mu Huai had passed, and even though he was awake and not sleepy, he looked at the beauty beside him with deep eyes.

The candlelight in the room was faint, and Rong Xi's body was covered with a thin quilt cover, leaving only the slender beauty on his shoulders.

This place is still icy flesh and bones. If you open the thin quilt and look elsewhere, it will be like red ink stained paper, and large areas are rendered together.

It looked like snow and blood, and it was shocking to see.

The expression of the beauty after rain and dew is both timid and delicate, and her slightly frowning brows are extremely soft and charming. Such amorous feelings, no matter how hard-hearted men are, they must show pity for them.

The reason why Rong Xi kept hiding his appearance was clear to Mu Huai, he didn't need to ask, he always felt that he was not a man who was indulging in beauty, and he didn't even care about the looks of others.

But the appearance of the woman in front of her is truly indispensable.

A lowly born woman, with a beautiful skin and bones, is sure to be missed by the gangster and cause trouble.

Men with lower status can't protect such a beauty, and she can't protect herself by herself. Only by covering up her beauty can she avoid disaster.

Such a stunning beauty can only be protected by the most respected man in the world.

If she didn't cover up this face, she would definitely be ruined and picked up by the wicked, and she wouldn't be innocent until now.

Overnight, this woman changed from his servant girl to his first woman.

This change made Mu Huai secretly playful.

After all, the servants or maids beside the princes and generals had always been defaulted to be their women.

Thinking of this, Mu Huai's lips twitched slightly. Seeing Rong Xi's hair scattered on his forehead, he reached out and put his hand behind her ear.

Seeing that although Rong Xi closed her eyes, but the thin eyelids kept trembling, Mu Huai knew that she was also sober.

He held her delicate face with the palm of his hand, and wiped the tears on her face with the pads of his thumbs, his voice low, "Don't pretend to be asleep, I know you are awake."

Rong Xi's heart trembled. Mu Huai had already said so, she didn't dare to continue pretending to sleep. She listened to Mu Huai's voice, although it was not gentle, but it was calmer than before, so she slowly Opened the cried peach blossom eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Huai lying naked beside her. He looked at Qiu Jin in a healthy body, not at all like a disabled prince with sick legs.

Such a masculine physique requires several years of martial arts practice.

She was soaked in cold water that time, although she was also shrunk in Mu Huai's arms, but she was cold all over, she didn't realize that the man's figure was so good.

But his leg hurt that day, and it seemed to be something wrong. Rong Xi couldn't think of the secret behind Mu Huai, but under the man's gaze, his cheeks gradually became crimson.

Mu Huai saw her white cheeks fainted, and her gorgeous appearance added a kind of charming amorous feelings. She couldn't help but think of Shicai's soft throat, calling for his pitiful appearance.

It's a disaster that makes people lose their senses.

Mu Huaifeng frowned slightly, then let go of Rong Xi's soft face.

Seeing that the man's complexion turned dark, Rong Xi had bad thoughts in her heart, and she was always worried that since she had discovered Mu Huai's secret, he would be jealous of her because of his personality, and she would have to find a way to kill her.

Will she be quietly disposed of by him?

She rescued Mu Huai voluntarily, and she had to do it when the master was in trouble.

But it was not as beautiful as she had always thought when she was young.

Rong Xi always felt that this should happen naturally when his husband looked at her with great affection after drinking Heshu wine.

Rong Xi couldn't care much about her absurd first night. Now, what she worries most is her own life and death.

Seeing Mu Huai not speaking, his deep eyes staying away from her for a moment, Rong Xi opened his lips cowardly, and said to Mu Huai: "Your Majesty, don't worry, slave maid... slave maid will not say anything. I hope your maid will see the slave maid tonight. For your sake, spare the slave and maid's life."

After the words, Mu Huai was startled slightly.

He did not expect that Rong Xi did not take the opportunity to beg for mercy and ask him for benefits.

But he was afraid that his first sentence after waking up was to let him spare her life.

Mu Huai pursed her thin lips and asked her in a low voice, "When did I say I was going to kill you, eh? Are you so afraid of me?"

The man's slender hand had already clamped her chin, Rong Xi nodded hurriedly, and shook his head again and again when he saw that Mu Huai's eyes were not good.

"... The slave and maid had misunderstood His Highness, and I hope that His Highness will forgive him."

Mu Huaijing looked at her for a while, and after he got up to pick up his clothes, Rong Xi finally let out a sigh of relief.

In this Yongxi Palace, who doesn't hide from him like a god?

She cautiously and cautiously waited under his nose every day, can she not be afraid of him?

The man stood up straight and looked tall and tall, and the shadow falling on the bed completely covered her. He just randomly added a wrinkled cloak to his body, but he looked not embarrassed, and his whole body was still of royal origin. Arrogant and arrogant.

Mu Huai stared at Rong Xi, who was half-supported, and raised his voice to call the attendant outside to prepare water.

His body was soaked when he entered the room, and after tossing with her for so long, he wanted to take a bath even in the middle of the night.

Mu Huai picked up Rong Xi's clothes on the ground and handed them to her, with an unpredictable expression: "Get up and wait for me to take a shower."

Rong Xi bit his lip, took over his crumpled clothes, and said yes.

She braced herself and got out of bed with difficulty. After recovering from a serious illness, Mu Huai was extremely tossed. She just wanted to fall asleep now.

Within two steps, Rong Xi nearly fell due to discomfort.

Seeing this, Mu Huai finally pityed him once, and hugged him sideways.

Rong Xi is petite, and he hardly takes any effort to hold her.

Mu Huai glanced down at her, he thought, this woman was really thin and fragile, as if she were boneless.

Seeing Mu Huai watching her, Rong Xi respectfully said: "...Maid slave, thank you for your highness|compassionate."

Mu Huai didn't say a word, twisted his fringe eyebrows, and walked towards the bathroom with her in a stride.

Rong Xi's heart beats very fast, but when he shrinks in his arms, his head is full of talents.

No one could think of it. Not long after she worked in Muhuai, the two actually did the closest thing.

What made her even more surprised was that at first she had done all the preparations. Whether it is psychological or physical.

But later discovered that Mu Huai didn't know how...

Rong Xi couldn't help thinking of Shi Cai Mu Huai gritted his teeth viciously, as if she was about to eat her but didn't know where to start.

In the end, she blushed and told him softly what to do.

She actually taught him this matter.

Although Rong Xi has not gone through any human affairs, it is the maid close to Yu Zhaorong. The maid in the palace must understand and even know the things of Dunlun in order to help the concubine.

Mu Huai learned very quickly, otherwise she wouldn't have the strength to walk.

The bed board will not collapse.

The mist in the bath room filled with the fragrance of bath beans.

After she was put into the barrel, she would stand for a while, and the man also entered.

When Mu Huai ordered her to hold on to the edge of the bucket, Rong Xi felt that he was too naive.

The waiter in his mouth is not the waiter.

It's the kind of service.

Rong Xi's nose was sour, the thing he feared the most had happened.

When working as a maid at Yuanwai's house before, the third son of that family was a disciple who liked to squeeze flowers, and he had touched all the little maidservants in the house.

The third son liked her hands the most, but she kept hiding her face. The third son was disappointed when she caught a glimpse of her face, and she saved herself.

Over the years, she has been relying on her true ability to do things for her master, and getting her salary is also at ease and has a sense of accomplishment.

Unexpectedly, on the day when her appearance was leaked, she would still become the master's plaything.

——"Help well."

Mu Huai's big palm covered her hand tightly, his voice was dumb, and he whispered in her ear.

Rong Xi didn't say a word, and the tenacity and optimism he had supported for so many years collapsed in an instant.

The tears fell rustlingly, drop by drop on the back of Mu Huai's hand.

Mu Huai felt her strangeness, and she seemed to be crying, but finally stopped everything.

He had blue veins on his forehead, but he was patient, and asked her in a somewhat coaxing tone: "What are you crying for?"