Pretty Her

Yun Rong said ruthlessly, and his men did not consciously increase their strength. Yun Yun was forced to pull her to her front, under her wide sleeves, and her hand was tightly choked by Yun Rong.

Yun Yan slightly hesitated for a moment, then reached out to push.

Yun Rong frowned and stared at her.

She was dissatisfied with her just now because she returned to the house without authorization, but now she is angry with her because she dared to resist.

The emperor turned around at this time, glanced between the sisters, and said slowly: "Queen, Yun Baolin returned to the palace this time, you must take good care of her."

Yun Rong looked for a moment, then looked up at the emperor.

The emperor did not look at her and whispered to the eunuchs around him.

Yun Zheng shook away Yun Rong's hand while taking the opportunity, stepped forward, and plunged himself into the crowd. Yun Rong hated her itchy teeth, but the emperor called her, but she had to look back.

Yun Rong was born taller than ordinary women, standing side by side with the emperor, tall and thin and weak, hitting the skirt and the ground.

The emperor said: "Yun has asked the internal aide to re-arrange the palace for your sister, and live in the Chaohua Hall next to you, which is also convenient for your sister to move around.

Yun Rong held his fingers.

Arranged to live in the Chaohua Hall, which means that Ming Yun entered the emperor's eyes.

He never looked at women in the harem, let alone arrange trivial matters such as the palace himself.

Yun Rong: "Emperor, why bother so much, let my sister live with me."

Emperor; "No need, just live in Chaohua Hall."

He spoke resolutely and would not allow any protest. No matter how stupid people can hear the meaning. Yun Rong's thumb turned blue and purple, and the next word should be: "OK."

A mighty trip came to an end. The emperor returned to the royal study room to handle the affairs, and the queen returned to the Queen's Hall with Yun Baolin, who had newly returned to the palace.

People in the palace of the Queen's Palace knelt outside the temple, shaking trembling.

Yun Baolin was sitting on a mahogany chair, not panic-stricken, half-afraid of expression, and looked coldly at Yun Rong's temper.

The ill queen dropped the porcelain and a large vase in one hand.

There was a mess in the hall. Only the teacups Yun Yun had left intact.

Yun Zheng passed the tea cup, "Sister, the tea is over, the cup is for you."

Yun Rong froze.

She whipped pantically, just trying to pinch Yun's chin, and she was smartly avoided.

Yun Zheng stood at a distance of five steps from her, and her voice was soft and tender. "Sister, the summer is hot, beware of illness."

Yun Rong was burning in anger.

Holding a tea cup stuffed by Yun Yan in her hand, she was about to smash forward. When she threw it out, she deflected and did not hit anyone. The fragments were rubbed past Yun Yun's embroidered shoes.

Yun Rong scolded him, "You humble maid, like your mother, are hooves."

Yun Zheng lowered his head.

Yun Rong finally felt relieved.

In the past, as long as Yun Yun was scolded, Yun Yan would cry tears, crying silently, and trembling.

Sometimes she scolded tightly, Yun Yun would cry for a long time, crying until she had no strength, fell on the table, crying, and fell asleep.

She waited to see her grievance weep. But this time, she couldn't get her wish.

Yun Yan raised her eyes, and there was no light in her eyes. She looked at her deeply, raised her chin, and lifted up her beautiful little face, saying, "The courtier is the emperor's consort, the queen The mother-in-law said that the courtiers were humiliating, wasn't it cursing the emperor to have eyes and no beads, and all the women around him were scumbags? "

Yun Rong's eyes widened.

She never expected that she would not see her in just three months. She was a cowardly young girl who provoked her in a bold manner.

Before she could react, Yun Yan had already pleaded sideways and said, "Chen Ye resigned first."

Yun Rong rushed forward: "Who will allow you to retreat? Without my permission, take a step out of the Queen's Hall!"

The voice had just fallen, and the voice of the old **** came from outside.

Yun Rong waited for a moment, then closed Yun Ao in the temple, walked out quickly, and met outside the temple.

Yun Rong greeted him with a smile and asked, "The father-in-law came here, but because the emperor called the palace to accompany him?"

Gong Liu faced a dilemma: "The queen mother-in-law, the slave came here for the sake of sleeping tonight."

Yun Rong: "This palace is ready now."

Liu Gonggong: "The emperor called Yunbaolin."

Yun Rong looked pale.

"I asked the queen's queen and his wife to ask Yun Baolin to come out, so the slaves should prepare early."

Yun Rong remained motionless.

In a few seconds, she resumed her smile, cold like a knife in the winter, and shuddered. "My sister has never been to bed, but I will let this palace's sister teach her first. After a few words, my father-in-law will pick her up. It's not too late. "

Liu Gonggong responded: "The slave was waiting outside the temple."

Yun Rong returned to the inner hall, and every step was extra heavy. As soon as she looked up, Yun Yan's look of that allure was in her eyes.

She threw her into the Buddhist temple and punished her, thinking she would see her uncomfortable appearance, but she didn't want to, when she returned, she was more beautiful and charming, and there was a tempting romantic all over her body.

She did everything to prevent her from meeting the emperor.

Yun Rong beckoned habitually, and Yun Yan turned a blind eye.

Yun Rong hung one hand in the air, took a deep breath, and trembled back.

"Wow, you have hard wings. Do you think you can get out of my control when you reach a high branch?" Yun Rong smiled sharply and approached Yun Yun step by step. "I tell you, don't be delusional, even if you grow up Coquettish, you can't be your concubine. "

Yun Zheng frowned lightly.

Yun Rong's words were weird, not a threat, but a mockery.

She was sitting and Yun Rong was standing. Now Yun Rong lowered her waist and held her face: "My good sister, the emperor is not the man outside who can be confused by your face casually."

She finished speaking by herself, suddenly out of breath.

Just in case.

She drew closer, and the two were almost at the tip of their noses. Yun Rong's voice turned around and coaxed: "Oh, listen to my sister, go and tell Grandpa Liu that you are unwell, you can't sleep tonight, as long as you are willing to get rid of tonight Sister, my sister promises, I will definitely hurt you in the future. "

Yun Rong's voice, without the softness of half a woman, was a little husky. Although peaceful, it was too deliberate, but revealed a dangerous danger about to move.

Yun Mi opened her lips slightly.

Yun Rong stared at her.

Red and bright lips, like a flower that blooms just right, are small, beautiful and seductive, revealing the girl's affection.

Yun Yan has been beautiful since he was a child. When she was just born, she went to see her and saw a crumpled baby among the babies, who was a little ugly. She was scared to death, thinking that the Yun family had an ugly ghost. Although the ugly eight monsters are ugly, when they see her, they cried and turned into crisp laughter.

At that time, she thought that it would be ugly to be ugly. The uglier, the better. It is better not to have a seductive face like her mother, who is specifically to deceive others.

Later Yun Yun gradually opened up, and all the people he met were stunning. At first they were cute, then they were beautiful, and then they grew to fourteen years old, and they became all over the country.

Yun Rong thought back to the old things, sulking his face and charming people with the old things: "Ah, you used to stick to your elder sister the most. The elder sister knows that you have an elder sister in your heart, so you are willing to give up the queen's seat to your elder sister, Ao, 18 Is n’t sisterhood in the New Year better than a night's dinner with the emperor? "

Yun Yan: "Sister ..."

Yun Rongsong sighed.

She knew that Yun Yan listened to her best.

"Of course it is more important than the sister-in-law relationship with her sister."

Yun Rong's breathing was delayed.

Yun Zheng pushed her away, no attachment.

Yun Rong shouted, "Yun Yun, come back to me!"

Yun Zheng ignored it.

At this time, it was dusk outside and the sky was soaked in the sky, and Yun Yun's figure disappeared from the field of vision. Yun Rongyu looked at him, his legs were soft, and he almost fell.

Emperor's dormitory.

Yun Ling has bathed and changed.

She faded all beads, and wore a cicada-like veil, walked barefoot from the cold floor tiles, and the emperor was reading at the side of the case.

He glanced at her, her movements were very slow and she didn't make any movement, and came towards him slowly.

He pretended to know nothing about her arrival and flipped through another page of his book.

If he didn't call her, she wouldn't say a word, stopped just a few steps away from him, and looked at him with wide eyes.

In the past, he didn't tell other concubines to sleep, but he died without fail every time.

Counting it, this is the first time that the queen passed to the palace after the queen entered the palace.

As emperor, he couldn't help but be in the harem, but he didn't want to touch them even if he touched them, how could he want to sleep with them in the same bed. However, with too many eyes staring at him, in order to be a normal emperor, he had to do it to others.

Time passes by.

The emperor quickly glanced at the woman ahead.

She seemed to be tired, lowering her head and pouting, lifting her thumbs like white jade tender feet, and entertaining herself.

Like her sister, she is very knowledgeable and will not approach without permission.

She probably didn't notice his sight, her head was lowered, and she quietly wiped her eyes quickly, her thin white shoulders shaking slightly.

She didn't dare to cry.

The emperor froze and finally spoke the first sentence tonight: "Good, what are you crying for?"

She was frightened, wiped away her tears, and turned her back: "Chin Chan didn't cry."

The emperor thought for a moment, put down the book, and stood forward.

He didn't get too close, standing upright, looking at her back and giving a command: "Turn your face."

She didn't dare to turn around, and turned around with a sting, her head was so low that she couldn't even see her neck.

The emperor was about to reach out his hands subconsciously, and before they met, he immediately withdrew.

He bullied her with the majesty of his emperor: "Why don't you dare to see me? Is he afraid that he will see your tears and see through your sins of bullying?"

She raised her face sharply and whispered, "No."

A plain and clean face, with a beautiful face, and pink eyes, but the eyes that had just been crying were as clear as water washing, and tears were still on her long eyelashes. She looked up at him, and her pitiful innocent eyes gave birth to an innocent purity.

She took his eyes, and suddenly softened, Jiao Nuouo begged him: "The courtier did cry, and the emperor did not punish the courtier."

The emperor looked at her with amusement.

When she talked, she was different from others. She didn't have the kind of respectfulness in her tone, but rather her daughter-like manner, as if he just regarded him as an ordinary husband.

Then he asked, "Why cry?"

She was very honest: "The courtier looked at the emperor and ignored the courtier, and the courtier was afraid to be kicked out." She paused, her voice soft, and muttered, "The court concubine will be kicked out, and she will laugh at you."

The emperor reached into his lips with one fist and laughed softly.

She blushed even more, twisting her dress uneasily with her hands and looking at him dullly.

moment.

The emperor turned to the bed.

He sat down slowly, resting his hands on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Did anyone teach you what to do when you came to bed?"

She still stood where she was before. "Teached it."

The emperor nodded and beckoned her, she stood in front of him and did not dare to sit down.

The emperor said: "From now on, forget all those words, understand?"

She asked, "Is the emperor going to teach the minister himself?"

The emperor froze. He covered his distress and took off his shoes and changed clothes by himself. "No."

He quickly lay in the bed, leaving a small place for her.

She climbed into bed and watched his eyes closed tightly, showing a little indifference and anxiety under the soft face, as if ready to refuse what would happen afterwards.

She thought for a few seconds, deliberately leaning against the edge of the bed, trying not to lean against him, even without covering the quilt.

The emperor waited for a long time, before she got into the bed, opened her eyes, and saw her lying quietly outside the bed. She closed her eyes and put her hands on her side as if trying to fall asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He always sleeps with the queen. The queen is cold-tempered, and always sleeps in a kimono, and never touches him. In fact, he feels that the queen is like him. Things, especially disgusting.

However, for him, he said that he hates the touch of others, but in fact it is limited to women.

The emperor looked away and lay straight, staring at Qin Se and Ming Ming with embroidery in the tent.

Probably because she looks good and is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, so he has a rare urge to change to a personal sleeping room.

She spoke abruptly, her soft, soft throat, and tentatively said, "The emperor, the uncle can't sleep."

Emperor: "Well."

She turned over, and he shrank inwardly.

She was still lying in her small place, without leaning forward, resting her little head on one hand, blinking bright black eyes and looking at him: "Emperor, can you talk?"

Emperor: "Well."

She: "What do you want to hear? My pout is sweet."

The emperor said softly, "You can say anything."

She snorted, and then said nothing.

Her voice was very good. He closed his eyes and listened to her speech, as if he was smelling a osmanthus tree in the wind of late autumn.

At first she presumed to be jealous of him, picking out what was good, and then talking about it, she talked about herself.

She said something funny when she was a kid. One night, the mother said the most.

He thought of his mother, and his heart shuddered. He wanted to drink her, but still couldn't say a word.

Can't help listening to her talk down. She said that the funny things were very interesting, and he drank in her words, as if going through the warm years with her.

Her warmth ended at her fourteen.

The emperor remembered something and said to her, "I remember when your father was there, when talking about marriage, it seemed to be you."

She didn't answer.

He asked again, "It's you, right?"

She pretended to be asleep.

He thought about it and stopped asking.

Old things, why mention them again. The wood has become a boat, and when it is mentioned again, it will only increase the troubles.

The emperor turned around.

Just face to face with her.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and when the two eyes were opposite, he saw a flowery smile in her eyes.

She no longer slept asleep, propped up half of her body, and told him generously: "The emperor, you look so good."

The emperor asked subconsciously: "Where does it look good?"

She stretched out her hand without touching him, drawing his eyebrows across the air: "The horns look good, the eyebrows look good, the eyes look good, the nose looks good, and everything looks good."

He had never heard such a compliment.

She asked again, "Is the emperor, Chen Yi look good?"

The emperor's mouth rose unconsciously.

It turned out to be with him. He did not do as she asked, "Do you think you look good?"

She was so embarrassed that she lay back in grievances and muttered, "The emperor asks like this, because the suspect is not good enough."

He didn't coax, he couldn't speak, he was silent, and the atmosphere calmed down for a moment.

She didn't bother him, yawned, and slept lazily.

I did not know how long it had been before, with a snoring sound in the air, and the emperor opened his eyes again.

He turned to stare at her, looking at her with Chunchun's eyebrows and thin red lips.

She is asleep.

He took a deep breath and tried to reach out. The tip of his finger touched her weak, boneless body, and he usually hurried back with an electric shock.

I tried again and again a few times, and when I finally held her, my hands were shaking.

It was panic.

Endless panic.

The childhood experience surged in, and he was frightened and let go of his hand.

In the darkness, the emperor calmed down slowly, and he stretched his frowning brows in a long breath.

In the end, she was unwilling to let her catch cold, divided her quilt in half, and carefully twisted the quilt for her.

Inside the thin silk quilt, her soft body spread warmly, he lowered his head and sniffed, the air was sweet.

The emperor gradually fell asleep.

No dreams overnight.

From the morning of the next day, Yun Zheng woke up early.

As soon as the emperor opened her eyes, her eyes were as clear as her eyes, and she smiled at him: "The emperor, you are awake."

It wasn't bright outside, and the white fish belly had never appeared.

The emperor sat up from the bed. He is used to waking up at this time. Although he is incompetent, he has never missed the early stage.

He lifted the quilt and wanted to step over from her side. She was very empathetic. First he stepped out of the bed and landed barefoot. His loose tulle gown was pulled down more than half, and her skin was exposed outside. She was extremely seductive. She didn't realize it and smiled at him blindly: "Mr. Emperor, last night, are you satisfied with the bed?"

The emperor wore shoes and cloak, and did not call palace people to serve in the palace as usual.

He whispered, "OK."

She wasn't shy at all, and asked him straightforwardly, "Will you call the courtiers to sleep?" Her voice was low, like a mosquito: "Whether the emperor likes it or not, the courtier is I like it very much. Sleeping with the emperor is a dream. "

The emperor clasped his hands slightly.

He took a few steps forward and took out a jade-encrusted dagger from the treasure box pressed on the book case.

He asked her, "Are you afraid of pain?"

Yun Yan timidly hides behind: "Fear of pain, Chen Ye is most afraid of pain."

The emperor's eyebrows froze, "Ke is also afraid of pain."

She probably knew what he was going to do, and Dayi held out his hand suddenly, "Let the courtiers take it."

The emperor was bored and a little guilty, "You can rest assured that I won't let you get the sword in vain."

Before she began to make a knife stroke at her fingertips, her eyes were full of water. She bit her lower lip and begged him, "Emperor, please tap."

He was so hard-hearted that he cut her belly with a knife.

Douda's blood beads dripped down and melted onto the silk spar, even if it was done.

She cried.

Tears popped out of my eyes.

I don't know if it was because of the grievances suffered last night, or the pain of being slashed today.

She burst into tears: "The emperor ... the emperor ... the blood is still flowing ..."

He froze, and suddenly a strange, itchy heart felt more scratching than when he sniffed her last night.

When he recovered, he had leaned over to blow her wounds.

He carefully wiped the blood stains from her abdomen and breathed softly: "Look, the blood has stopped."

She blinked with tears in her eyes: "No, it's still flowing."

For a few seconds, the emperor said, "He said that when he stopped, he stopped."

She withdrew her hand bitterly, holding her mouth in her mouth, "I see."

When he left, he asked her to rest for a while. She hesitated and shouted at him. The younger daughter was tender and asked him, "Emperor, have you cut anyone else's finger?"

Emperor: "No."

Except the queen. But it was her finger that she took the initiative to cut, not his cut.

Yun Zheng lay back and slept for another hour.

After a while, I heard someone's voice outside.

The **** stopped outside: "Mother Queen, you can't go in ..."

Yun Yan was lying on the bed, turning his head to look out, and there was an angry person in front of her, wasn't it her good sister?

Yun Rong ran over, and the closer he got, the more indignant he looked.

The delicate woman crouched on the bed, her shoulders were bare, her clothes were disheveled, and she whispered, "Sister."

Yunrong gritted his teeth and said, "Yunbaolin."

Immediately next to him, the **** signaled: "The queen mother, Yun Baolin is now Yun Zhaoyi."

One hour before the will, the first thing the emperor did when he was out of the temple was to let the internal attendant enter the temple and to promote Yun Baolin to Yun Zhaoyi.

Such a pet, except for the queen's daily favor, was almost incomparable.

Yun Rong: "You all go down."

The eunuchs were afraid to move.

Yun Rong thundered wildly: "Everyone leave the palace!"

The palace man retreated immediately.

Yun Rong glared at Yun Yan on the bed, Yun Yan smiled at her, and then calmly stepped out of bed to get off his shoes.

Yun Rong asked, "Last night, did the emperor touch you?"

When passing by, Yun Zheng glanced at him and saw that Yun Rong was now in purple. Although his face was powdered, he couldn't hide his sleepiness.

It's like never sleeping.

Yun Zheng: "Sister, don't you know if you look in bed?"

Yun Rong lifted the quilt and saw a folded silk spar. When the person in the inner ward just recorded the file, he had already checked the blood stains on it. Yun Rong's hands were shaking, and he looked away, and the dark red blood stains were striking.

Yun Rong was completely out of control and yelled back at her: "Slut! You slut!"

Yun Zheng frowned at her, "You go away, I don't want to stay with you."

Yun Rong grabbed her wrist and dragged in. "I am the queen and your sister. Whatever I want from you, you have to be. Even if I scold you, you have to be obedient."

Yun Zheng shouted outwards: "Queen maiden, don't! Chen You knows wrong! Help, who will save me!"

Immediately someone came in.

After all, it is the emperor's dormitory, not the queen's palace in Yun Rong.

Although the palace people were afraid of Yun Rong, everything was emperor-oriented.

Just one second before the palace mermaids came in, Yun Zheng pushed the Yun Rong away to **** milk, and he darted to the corner of the table, and immediately bleed.

She fell to the ground, terrified and said to Yun Rong, "Sister, please spare me, I will never dare to approach the emperor."

Yun Rong froze.

The queen's trouble with the emperor's palace soon spread.

After the early dynasty, the emperor went straight to the Chaohua Hall.

The queen was also there, standing outside the temple, without entering.

The emperor glanced at her lightly, without speaking, and passed by.

Yun Rong clenched his fists and waited for a while, but still didn't wait for the doctor to come out. The palace person reported that Yun Cheng had entered the palace.

Yun Rong explored inward, but eventually didn't stay, and turned to leave.

Inside the temple.

The Taiyi is undergoing a pulse diagnosis. As soon as the emperor walks in, he hears a soft and soft voice: "It hurts, my head hurts, Taiyi, do you say I am about to die?"

Taiguang Yu Guangwang saw a Ming Huanglong robe, and was about to be saluted by the emperor.

Yun Yan shed tears with her eyes closed, and howl it hurt.

The wound on her forehead was already bandaged. She cried with a snot and a tear. She cried just in the morning, and now she cries again, tears spilling out like money.

The emperor sat down and looked at it quietly for a while, his lips lightened: "You cry again, I'm afraid that I will really cry to death."

She opened his eyes to see him, her face became extremely fast, and tears were still hanging around her eyes, and her mouth was already smiling and blooming: "The emperor, have you come to see me?"

The emperor took the quilt and wept for her personally. She felt her tender jade muscles in her fingertips across the thin silk quilt, and she rarely wanted to escape immediately.

He wiped a tear on her face patiently and asked, "Is it really painful?"

She said nicely: "It doesn't hurt now."

The emperor killed the palace men in the temple.

Only two of them were left, he said slowly: "Today's matter, I will order the emperor to apologize to you later."

She said awkwardly: "The courtier never thought about letting the emperor punish the queen mother-in-law."

The emperor looked down.

He was a useless emperor, and he couldn't help himself in many things. The front of the harem is inextricably bound. Before the critical moment, he didn't want to care too much.

He didn't have to work hard for a newly promoted Zhao Yi. At this moment, he thought about it and threw out the words: "Since you like sleeping, and wait for your body to heal, I won't even call you for a month or cut you Finger, what you say at night, all right? "

She stepped forward, "Really?"

The emperor nodded.

She asked anxiously: "If the queen lady comes to the court again ..."

Emperor: "I will send someone to guard at the Chaohua Hall. Afterwards, there is no will of the He. The Queen will not enter the Chaohua Hall."

She was so proud of herself that she rushed to hug him, "The emperor, Chen Ye likes you the most."

The emperor was trembling at the moment she was embraced by her, his heart was beating fast, and he was about to push her away.

But the moment he raised his hand, she let go of him first, pretending not to know anything, rubbing her eyes and smiling.

I don't know what's laughing.

Bright and dazzling.

Queen's Hall.

Yun Rong saw Yun Cheng, who was wearing a royal blue robe, standing at the door of the temple.

Yun Rong was full of anger and had nowhere to vent. At this time, he just blew his air out and slaped at the little maiden: "I don't know the shameful bitch! Drag out, stick!

Yuncheng quickly stopped: "Why bother to act for a little housemaid, and she did nothing wrong."

Yun Rong stared fiercely: "Yes, she didn't do anything wrong. She was wrong when she shouldn't be teased, and she would fall in love!"

Yun Cheng was a stunner, and Yun Rong had already gone forward.

Yuncheng hurried to catch up: "A Rong, what do you mean by that? How do I think you are referring to Sanghuai?"

At this point, the person has stepped into the inner palace, and the grand palace girl closed the gate of the palace tightly and led a group of people to retreat in full.

Yun Rong tore off his costume, took off the bun from his head, and panted to sit on the couch, feeling frustrated: "Brother, do you know, the emperor summoned Yun Yun last night."

Yun Cheng's eyelids jumped and looked at Yun Rong carefully: "What's the urgency for me? It was for this. No wonder you sent someone out of the palace to call me and said that let me enter the palace as soon as possible to discuss important matters, not Yun Are you sleeping, is there a big deal? "

As soon as the words fell, the sound of jade hitting the ground sounded.

It was Yun Rong who fell the jade bracelet on his hand.

Yun frowned.

A long while.

He advised: "Second brother, you should take your temper."