Pampered Into Being The Empress

Mu Huai lowered his eyes, preparing to correct the woman's bow posture, but saw that Rong Xi's pale face was actually stained with crimson.

He could also feel that the body of the woman in his arms was obviously soft.

This reaction was the same as when the two of them were Dunlun. He often just said something to her soft ears, and the woman could instantly turn into a pool of water in front of him.

It's too easy to be shy.

Since Mu Huai wanted to teach Rong Xi to shoot arrows, he wanted to be true, and wanted her to really learn this skill, and did not want to perfunctory.

But this woman is fragile and courageous. If she really can't learn or dare not use these weapons, then he will give up.

Thinking about it, Mu Huai whispered in her ears and said: "Concentrate, don't lose your mind."

Just after these words, Rong Xi's little face blushed again.

Mu Huai always said this, especially at that time.

If she is not focused, he will always straighten her chin, let her focus on his love, and let her feel him completely.

Seeing the woman dressed as a handsome little boy, only her soft lips were pursed, but she said nothing, and her head moved in his arms.

Mu Huai couldn't figure out whether she didn't want to learn, or whether she felt tired and tired because the sun was too hot in the afternoon.

He asked again: "If you don't want to learn, I won't teach you."

Rong Xi shrank his neck slightly.

She really wanted to tell the man, let him stop talking to her ears, she really couldn't bear it.

But Rongxi was not a person who gave up lightly, so he replied quietly: "The concubine wants to learn, and the concubine will concentrate."

Mu Huai whispered back: "Okay."

He circled the petite woman in front of him, and patiently explained the essentials in her ears, and Rong Xi memorized everything that Mu Huai had said.

When Mu Huai taught her, he didn't speak muddle-headedly, and spoke all the essentials.

After Mu Huai finished speaking, she pulled her slender arm with her big hand, and shot the arrow feathers in Rong Xi's hand at the heart of the target with a sound of "swish--".

Although it was the arrow that Mu Huai led her to shoot, Rong Xi saw that the arrow had actually been shot from his own hand to the center of the target, and a little agitation also rose in his heart.

Seeing the woman's expression excited, Mu Huai's eyes gradually became mild, and the resentment and aggrievedness of the Jiaofang Palace disappeared in an instant.

His head is full of the beautiful smiling face of this woman.

What a smile is like a flower, he knew it firsthand today.

After Mu Huai's face turned a little, his tone became lighter, and he said to Rong Xi: "This bow can be pulled by your own strength. You can't pull it because of the wrong posture. According to what I said, The queen can try to draw the bow by herself."

When he talked to her, he was gentle and patient, but he was definitely not talking about Fengyue with her.

Mu Huai's attitude towards her learning to archery is very serious.

Rong Xi liked Mu Huai's treatment of her.

Mu Huai didn't completely regard her as a weak woman. He was also serious when teaching her to shoot arrows, not just teasing her.

Because Mu Huai's temperament is too strong, the woman next to him often looks like a trumpet creeper, as if she can only survive by clinging to him.

Outsiders will even feel that the woman next to Mu Huai doesn't need to be aside, as long as she is beautiful, tender, and gentle.

However, Mu Huai's actions made Rong Xi feel that she was not just a fragile vase, except for its beauty, it was of no use and could only be viewed and played with by the owner.

It's a woman who can use her talents, and can grow day by day under his care and gaze.

By the side of the martial arts field, there are groups of rough palace ladies carrying the master's clothes, ready to take them to the court for cleaning.

However, beside the emperor, he was actually standing next to a handsome elder brother.

Although he is shorter, his deceptive look is enough to make people's hearts sway.

The little palace ladies couldn't help but look at him. After taking a closer look, they found that the little son brother was actually the empress.

It turned out to be the emperor, shooting arrows at the Pope Empress.

Rong Xi meditated on the essentials Mu Huai taught her in his heart, adjusted the angle and posture of his shoulders and back, then closed his eyes and pulled the bowstring.

Jian Yu "swish-" again, and blasted into the wind.

Mu Huai's deep black eyes followed the direction of the arrow feathers.

But seeing that Rong Xi tried this by himself for the first time, he was a great victory.

With a "boom--" the arrow feather inserted|into the heart of the target.

Although it didn't hit the red heart, it was already very difficult to hit that spot on the first attempt.

Mu Huai raised an eyebrow, and secretly said in his heart that this woman still has two things.

Rong Xi was about to jump from the ground in excitement, but she finally had a few traces of reason. After all, her current identity was a queen, so she couldn't lose her demeanor.

Mu Huai looked at her eyes with relief.

Although Mu Jue's boy hadn't grown up, he didn't realize the joy of teaching his son, but teaching his own woman to practice riding and shooting is quite interesting.

He approvingly said to Rong Xi: "The queen has talent."

In front of the palace people, Mu Huai would still pretend to call her queen.

Rong Xi smiled brightly and replied softly: "Thank you for your praise."

Autumn is high and the clouds are pale, the west wind is reckless, and a withered yellow leaf is hanging in the midair of the martial arts field.

Seeing this, Mu Huai suddenly held the extremely heavy Chengyuan longbow again.

Under the clear sunlight, he was tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows as thick as black ink, his cool and thin eyes, and his face was even and unblemished.

Rong Xi noticed that Mu Huai was going to shoot that dead leaf.

But the dead leaves are not still life, they are still drifting with the west wind.

When Rong Xi was feeling that Mu Huai might fail, he saw that the sharp arrow had suddenly penetrated the dead leaves. The penetrating power of the arrow feathers was so great that the yellow leaves smashed to the ground with a sound.

After Mu Huai smashed the dead leaf, the arrow feathers still rushed forward aggressively, until the sharp arrow hit the target again, before he handed the Cheng Yuan bow in his hand to the palace man.

The whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, and is done in one go.

Rong Xi has seen what it means to wear Yang Baibu.

The generals and attendants standing around were amazed and slapped their palms in admiration.

As a warrior, being able to follow such a monarch is truly exciting.

Mu Huai's expression was calm, and now he teaches this woman to shoot arrows, which is a kind of fun.

But on the battlefield, the strength of the crossbowmen’s shooting arrows and the length of their range are closely related to the life and death of the rest of the soldiers.

Suddenly, in Mu Huai's mind, it was the tragic scene of countless corpses of soldiers stained with blood from the mountains in the war in which the swallows were killed in the previous life.

After Mingjin retreated, he also stepped on the bodies of these soldiers with iron boots. The mysterious iron armor on his body was mixed with his own blood, the blood of the enemy and the blood of his soldiers.

The ears echoed quickly, the sound of drums piercing through clouds and cracks on the battlefield, and the clanging of knives and guns colliding with each other on the battlefield.

Fighting on the battlefield, although the sword has no eyes, he has never been afraid.

But in this life, with the petite woman Rong Xi, Mu Huai was worried for the first time.

What should this woman do if something goes wrong with him?

How does he fulfill his promise to her?

Rong Xi carefully observed Mu Huai's expression. Although his temperament was occasionally violent, he had the deep and reserved emperor's.

Although she could not guess what he was thinking, she also knew that Mu Huai was trapped in entanglement.

Mu Huai felt that the woman was looking at him with concern, and finally stopped her thoughts, and said in a gentle voice: "I will order people and make a small bow specially for you. If you like archery, you can also come to the martial arts field to practice often."

Rong Xi nodded obediently, and replied, "My concubine, thank you for your reward."

At this time, it was the lunch point, and he accompanied Mu Huai back to Qianyuan Palace.

After returning, Mu Huai saw the woman across the table from the Eight Immortals lost her expression, and she couldn't bear to take off the men's clothing on her body. She squeezed her chin with her small white hand from time to time, feeling disappointed by the hearty meal.

After all, she was still a young girl, although she looked dignified and serious in front of the palace, she still had a little childishness in front of him.

Mu Huai shook his head helplessly, thinking again, originally Rong Xi was also an official lady who had been spoiled and brought up. After the family changed, she had been a slave servant for many years.

After being taken back to the palace by him, he was pregnant again, and he was often ordered to rest in the east palace, but he was not allowed to leave.

The woman who has lived in the deep palace for a long time is boring, especially Mu Huai knows that Rong Xi seems to be gentle, and inside is also a playful and somewhat wild woman.

Thinking of this, Mu Huai lifted his eyes and looked at the handsome little Lang Jun opposite.

He whispered: "Use more lunch, and I will take you out of the palace for a while."

Rong Xi's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Are you going to General Yin's mansion?"

Mu Huai replied lightly: "No."

Mu Huai wanted to follow Rong Xi's heart this time.

Although I know that only one day's work cannot make up for her nearly ten years of suffering.

But his Xier can be happy for a day, for him, it can be regarded as a slight make up.

Rong Xi smiled and put down his chopsticks, and said softly: "The concubine won't eat more lunch."

Mu Huai was puzzled, and asked, "Why?"

Rong Xi explained to him: "Going south on the Royal Street and crossing Zhouqiao Street East, there is a Cao Po Po Meat Cake Shop①. My concubines often eat this restaurant when they are young. Recently, I miss the taste of this meat cake."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Mu Huai was frowning.

Rong Xi silenced, feeling bad in his heart.

The man spoiled her a little too much, would she make him feel a little too fit?

Thinking like this, Mu Huai said in a gentle voice: "I will take Xi'er. I will give you what Xi'er wants to eat or buy."

After Rong Xi listened, he felt as though his heart was dripping with honey.

Mu Huai is so kind to her.

After noon, Rong Xi and Mu Huai boarded the luxurious and spacious Xuan car from Changning Gate.

Although the sky in Bianjing was fine at this time, Swifts flew diagonally, but there were no clouds on the blue sky.

Rong Xi is not sure if it will rain today, but her mood is extremely bright.

Mu Huai really liked her joyful appearance.

After he was reborn, although he saved the woman back to his side, in the impression, she was always crying and always being wronged.

Seeing Rong Xi's so excited and bright appearance made Mu Huai feel that it also made sense to live another life.

I really want to see her smiling face every day.

Under the **** of the attendants, the two took the Xuan car to the Cao Po Po Meat Cake Shop without passing by.

Mu Huai ordered the attendant to buy the bread that the woman wanted to eat. Since there was no seat in the shop, she watched the woman use it in the Xuan car.

Rong Xi's food is still like a kitten, and his appetite is too small to eat one or two pieces.

Seeing the man staring at her all the time, Rong Xi said with a dazed tone: "Husband, you can also try a piece."

Mu Huai originally wanted to refuse, but Rong Xi's beautiful eyes were full of desire, so he frowned and used one.

He didn't think this thing was so delicious, so he asked incomprehensibly: "Just this, is it worth thinking about for so many years?"

Rong Xi chewed the meatloaf and replied in a muffled voice: "My concubine often ate this when I was a child. I want to eat it, but I also want to find the memories of my childhood."

The look she returned to him was very cute, but Mu Huai held back a smile, pretending to lift the curtain of the Xuan car, and looked out the window.

Rong Xi felt very full at this time, so he asked Mu Huai: "Where is my husband going to take his concubine to play?"

Mu Huai looked at the hustle and bustle outside the car, but was suddenly stopped by Rong Xi, and his expression was also startled.

Although he is the monarch of Daqi, he doesn't know what fun things are in Qidu Bianjing.

But he didn't want to lose face in front of women, so he asked Rong Xi: "Where do you want to go?"

Rong Xi thought, and then replied with interest: "Since my concubine wears men's clothes, I want to go to the Qijiyuan to see it."

A while ago, Mu Huai fought with Rong Hui for the horses of the Hu country. Later, Khan, who raised his eldest brother, gave away thousands of horses from Qi country. Rong Xi missed these horses because of this.

Mu Huai nodded calmly, and answered her: "Sure."

Fortunately, this woman chose a place he knew well.

Mu Huai asked again: "Where else do you want to go after going to Qijiyuan?"

Rong Xi immediately replied: "I still want to go to Huixianlou for a drink."

He answered her again: "Okay."

After arriving at the Qiji Yard, Mu Huai led the woman and, accompanied by the horse supervisor, looked at the war horses from the flock.

Rong Xi wanted to learn how to ride a horse, and Mu Huai also responded to her request and ordered the horse supervisor to bring a fairly gentle horse.

Mu Huai personally helped the woman onto the horseback. He thought that she would feel scared if she suddenly sat on a high place.

But who knows that as soon as she rode on the horse, she kicked the horse belly with a small foot, and her slender arm took the reins decently.

Rong Xi spoke with that sweet and soft voice, but Mu Huai was terrified when he saw it.

He only told her some essentials, and the woman was so courageous that she got on her horse and galloped.

Mu Huai was afraid that Rong Xi would fall off the horse, and kept staring straight at her figure on the horse farm with those slightly sharp eyes.

But I have to say that this woman will always bring him a lot of freshness.

He likes her tenderness and gentleness, and also likes her sullen and savage, she is so bright and lively today, which is what she loves.

In just one day of effort, this petite woman has learned the two skills of riding and shooting.

Although he is not proficient, he still has mastered the essentials.

After going to Qijiyuan, Mu Huai followed the woman's wish and accompanied her to the Huixian Restaurant.

The wine and dishes ordered are the signature of this restaurant, including Shidu Geng and Yuban Lou.

There are also dishes such as gou soup and bright shrimp broiled.

At this time, it was late autumn, and the Huixian Restaurant brewed Jingui Sweet Butter.

Rong Xi thought the taste of the wine was sweet and not spicy, so he drank a small jar without the man watching.

When Mu Huai found out, he saw that the small jar of wine in front of her had bottomed out.

He reluctantly shook his head, and seeing the woman's blush as ringo fruit, he knew that she had a bad drink and it was time to go back to the palace.

Rong Xi pushed and shoved him in the aisle of the restaurant, struggling with a loud voice, "I don't want to go back yet, Manya, you take me to another place for fun, okay?"

Mu Huai's expression became dark when she heard her call her name.

The surrounding diners looked at the two of them one after another, and their eyes were somewhat unclear.

Both of them were wearing men's clothing, Mu Huai wrapped the woman's waist again, and Rong Xi, dressed as a man, was still born so handsome, and the truth would make others speculate.

Mu Huai was uncomfortable by those people, his complexion darkened, but patiently asked the woman in her arms: "How are you so drunk, why don't you go back?"

Rong Xi closed his eyes and shook his head, and whispered back: "The concubine is not drunk."

Mu Huai couldn't help her, so he planned to trick the woman out of this restaurant first.

There was still a drizzle outside Shicai, but now it was torrential autumn rain.

The attendant had already bought the umbrella in advance, and seeing the two masters coming out of the restaurant, just about to call the umbrella for Mu Huai, Mu Huai looked up at the rain and decided to wait for the rain to lighten before returning to the palace.

He ordered a group of attendants to shelter from the rain under the restaurant corridor.

In the rain and cold of late autumn, both of them were a little thin, and Rong Xi shrank in the arms of the man, but did not feel cold.

She looks tired and charming, and likes to act like a baby with him more than usual.

The actors under the corridor were babbling and singing, accompanied by Fei Fei's sound of falling rain, and gently fiddled with the pipa with his slender fingers.

The human songs and songs are graceful and clear.

Rong Xi closed his eyes and leaned against the man's arms, laughing silly, and humming along with the actors in that delicate voice.

Bianjing is surrounded by rain and fog, like a dream.

Mu Huai looked down at the delicate woman in his arms, and wanted to lean over and kiss her.

But all around are pedestrians sheltering from the rain.

Both of them wore menswear again.

Even though Rong Xi was drunk, she was thinking of a man. She gradually opened her eyes and murmured to him, "Do you want to kiss me?"

Mu Huai was seen through his mind and didn't want to admit it, but after a long while, he still nodded and said in a low voice, "Well, but it's not convenient now. I will go back to the Xuan car later and kiss you again."

Mu Huai almost gritted his teeth and said the three words kissing you again.

Rong Xi's drunk eyes were sly pierced. She stretched out her index finger and stroked the skirt of the man's heart, and whispered: "This is easy, you wait for me."

After that, Rong Xi got out of the man’s arms. She randomly searched for a woman who was sheltering from the rain. Seeing that woman was holding the folded umbrella in her hand, she asked: "Can you lend me this umbrella? One use?"

The woman was startled, seeing that the little boy was really handsome, and without even thinking about it, she handed him the still wet umbrella.

Rong Xi thanked him with a smile, then turned around and walked in front of him under Mu Huai's slightly surprised eyes.

She opened the umbrella, and the raindrops on it slowly slipped down the umbrella surface, and then handed it to Mu Huai.

Mu Huai hesitated, but still took the umbrella.

This woman has a lot of ghost thoughts.

Thinking like this, Rong Xi whispered to him: "Hold it well, I'm going to start kissing you."

Mu Huai couldn't react enough, Rong Xi had already wrapped his slender arms around his neck, and also on tiptoe, kissed his cool lips preemptively.

Feeling the softness of his lips, Mu Huai frowned, and blocked the umbrella in front of the two in time, while the other hand encircled the woman's slender waist, deepening the kiss.

The woman originally thought that although Rong Xi was drunk, he was a handsome man, and she involuntarily looked at her.

But when she saw that she was actually hugging a man, she couldn't help being shocked.

Although the two of them were blocked by the umbrella, she could also guess what the two of them did behind the umbrella.

Can't help but sigh secretly, now Bianjing's habit of breaking sleeves is really commonplace.

It's really not looking at it!

Mu Huai felt uncomfortable at first, but when he tasted her sweet-scented osmanthus wine, his consciousness gradually became drunk, and his kisses became more focused.

The sound of rain, wind, and pipa are gradually becoming smaller and even disappearing.

Only the sound of the two people's breathing became more and more unanimous, filling the ears around them more clearly.

******

On the way back to the palace, Mu Huai kept thinking about the absurd kiss under the corridor. He was really fascinated by the woman.

After Xuan Che stopped at Changning Gate, he accompanied the woman back to Jiaofang Palace.

Mu Huai Le ordered the palace staff to bathe for Rong Xi. After Rong Xi's body was soaked in hot soup, although the alcohol on his body had faded, the drunkenness remained unabated.

The beautiful woman with a beautiful face wore semi-damp hair, and her skin was as white as fresh snow. Although she didn't apply any powder, she was still beautiful and beautiful.

Mu Huai hugged the petite drunk beauty and laid her on the bed carefully.

Rong Xi was unprepared because he was drunk, but Mu Huai didn't let her thoughts go tonight.

While he was thinking carefully about how to hurt her, tears began to flow between Rong Xi's eyes.

While crying, she murmured: "Zhi Yan, don't be angry, I don't believe you."

Mu Huai's heart beat, and her slender hand touched the woman's cheek. Knowing that she was still struggling with the day, he whispered: "I am not angry with Xier."

Rong Xi sat up suddenly, and threw her petite body into the man's arms. She cried and explained to the man: "Just thinking that she might be pregnant with your child...I stayed for the child... Follow her."

Mu Huai patted her thin back and replied helplessly: "She is not carrying my child."

Rong Xi nodded in his arms and replied with a weeping tone: "I know...but I am too jealous to tolerate your other women...I am not a good woman..."

Although she said she trusted a man, she still kept a bit of it in her heart, not daring to give all that trust to Mu Huai, who was an emperor.

These few reservations are Rong Xi's sense of security and her retreat.

Mu Huai kissed her ear with affection, and warmly persuaded: "Xi'er is a good woman, you are jealous, and I like you too."

Listening to Rong Xi's sobbing sound getting lower and lower, Mu Huai knew in his heart that all this was the ghost of the Queen Mother.

The imperial decree of Emperor Zhuang always kept a bottom line in his heart.

Due to the love between his father and son, he never wanted to violate Emperor Zhuang's last wish. He wanted to keep the Queen Mother Zhai. He would also follow the instructions of Emperor Zhuang to restrain her, but he would also allow her to live a rich life.

But now, that bottom line has been broken by Queen Mother Zhai's despicable actions.

Drive him to a certain extent, what kind of decree does it care about?

Mu Huai said in a quiet tone to Rong Xi: "I will take her life."

Rong Xi raised his head to look at the man Qingjun's face, but shook his head and whispered, "Man of teeth, you shouldn't do this."

She knew Mu Huai's feelings for Emperor Zhuang, and she didn't want him to break the only line of defense in her heart.

Thinking about it, Rong Xi held the man's big hand with his hand.

Mu Huai looked down at the woman's slender hands, only to hear her voice very soft, but very firm: "With teeth full, I will take care of you, I don't want her to dirty your hands."

Her voice was as soft as ever, but Mu Huai didn't want the two to waste the night talking about Queen Mother Zhai's way of death.

He straightened the villain's body, let her legs close together, and knelt on the stacked soft pillows.

Rong Xi grunted reluctantly, and complained softly, "I don't want this~"

She was drunk like an unreasonable kid who had no fear of him.

Mu Huai likes Rong Xi in front of him without any fear or timidity.

Rong Xi's black hair pouring out like silk, he said this, but he was still curled up and did not change his posture.

Reluctantly, Mu Huai asked her in a low voice, "You usually follow your will. Can't you follow me once tonight?"

Rong Xi turned his face to the side, gritted his teeth and replied: "I know bullying."

Mu Huai couldn't help but laugh, and hugged Jiao Ren'er so that she could face him.

In this way, the woman smiled stupidly in his arms, and pressed the face of Feifen to his shoulder.

Mu Huai's eyes were dark and his voice was dumb, and he agreed with a woman for three chapters: "The first time you follow you, the second time you follow me."

Rong Xi shook his head again and said softly, "Then I will only give it to you once."

Mu Huai didn't speak any more, the sparrow that had fallen into his palm could not escape his palm even if it fluttered twice with its easily broken wings.

What's wrong with following her in words?

He replied in plain language with a pampering voice: "I follow Xier."