The Lover’s Prattle

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Emperor Yong Kun stepped on all the way to enter the Qingming Hall, Qing Ruozheng sitting in a warm pavilion with his chin in a daze.

When asked about Ansheng's thoughts, a natural smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he did not greet him, so he got up and saluted him in a chair in the warm pavilion.

Emperor Yong Kun waved her hand away from her rituals, and Dezhi behind him gave Qing Ruo a generous gift to Emperor Yong Kun. Ruyi and Linglong were on their side, but they did not reach out to pick it up, but Let Dezhi hang to a place where he designed a coat for hanging.

Snow fell from the outside, and Emperor Yongkun sat all the way along the emperor's chest. He walked in at the door a few steps, and the **** trot ran to give him an umbrella, and some snowflakes fell on his hair.

Entering the warm booth, this will have melted the water and melted into his dark hair, bright and bright.

There was a tea tray on the table, and Qingruo poured tea with him and Dezhi, "Have you had your meal?"

Emperor Yong Kun nodded, lifted the tea cup and took a sip of tea. The temperature was too hot but within the range of lips and teeth. Although he was not afraid of the cold, he just came out of the snow. This touch combined with the aroma of tea between the lips and teeth very comfortable.

"Leader Gong and Mrs. Gong will be able to enter Beijing in half a month." Yong Kundi told her the news with a slight smile.

Qingruo's eyes were bright, but her small face suddenly stepped down. I uttered three words, "Oops."

The two were separated by a table, not far away, and Emperor Yongkun saw her weak appearance, and tapped her fingers on the table with a curvy finger.

Qing Ruo pursed his lips, apparently too lazy to answer this question.

The return of her father and mother to Beijing meant that the news of her entering the palace could never be concealed. At that time, otherwise, it was Madam Gong who rushed into the palace to beat her, or the father sent a letter directing her to go back.

Emperor Yong Kun could not help in this matter.

After entering the Qingming Palace that day and meeting the Gong Qingruo, Emperor Yongkun would come to sit for a few days or half a month.

Talking to her is not difficult and should not go down. She understands until the point of time, and can continue to speak. Her mind and some understanding can give Yong Kun a lot of feelings for the past two months. Some new policies to be implemented have also been adjusted and changed.

So now, the two relationships are very harmonious, and they really have a taste of friends who can talk and chat.

Emperor Yong Kun naturally knew that her father and mother had been concealed from entering the palace. The year was approaching. Several of her elder brothers were stationed outside this year. The return of his father and mother to Beijing was also a gift to the parents of Gong.

She would be afraid and normal.

It is just that Emperor Yong Kun never asked why she entered the palace.

Give her room, if you want to say, you do n’t want to, her parents are angry again. Since she is now in the palace, he has been stunned at most.

In this small appearance, bitter and bitter Frow frowned deeply, the small face was pleated, the beautiful delicate lips pressed down a little arc, but the eyes were translucent and bright.

Scared, but she was more happy when her parents returned.

Emperor Yong Kun raised his tea cup, his eyes fell on her face, and she looked at her funny and vivid expression.

The most convenient place for this imperial palace is this Qingming Temple.

Leaning back on the comfortable seat, Emperor Yongkun commanded leisurely, "Go, give a shot."

Qing Ruo's piano art, once he came over, she was playing the piano. Compared with Linglong's professional meticulousness, she missed a lot, but it was live, heard, and unheard tunes, and she seemed to be there with her. Bring real vitality, close your eyes, you can see the children and children derived from the song playing in the shade, or a beautiful and gentle woman, leaning on the window and looking forward to the person who is in love.

Emperor Yong Kun wanted to know what kind of music she played at this time.

If Qing looked up at him, the corners of her mouth were still depressed, apparently very dissatisfied that he still instructed her to stand up and salute her, and her voice was exasperated, "Yes, Your Majesty, the servants take the lead."

Sure enough, Emperor Yong Kun knew it without looking at her.

The piano stand is near the wall of the warm pavilion, and the cushions on the piano are very comfortable.

Ten fingers stretched on the piano.

With the sound of the piano, Emperor Yong Kun closed his eyes.

Naughty, perverse, but pitiful, always happy, smiling, and in trouble, little afraid but still nostalgic, little girl.

Emperor Yong Kun closed his eyes and ticked his lips. I do n’t know if he is happy or ridiculed. It ’s just the sound of the piano. He can hear so many things. He remembers that he asked De Zhi, Gong Qingruo ’s piano art. Asked, Dezhi answered very seriously.

But there are only two words, ‘Aura. ’

How can he hear so many things.

Emperor Yong Kun opened his eyes and looked at the past. She is still stroking the piano, her hands are swinging on the strings, her body is not as straight as an ordinary piano girl, and she has a lazy taste. Her eyes are half narrow, her hair is softly scattered behind her, like a sun. Snoring cat underneath.

At the end of the song, Qing Ruo sighed slightly, and her eyes fell on the piano, gentle.

Looking up, Emperor Yong Kun looked at her, and his words were very gentle. "Say, let me help you."

"Yes!" The crisp and bright voice didn't hesitate.

Emperor Yongkun practiced martial arts at an early age. The master had strict requirements and practiced in a secret room at night. There were rows of candles on the opposite side. He had to control the palm wind. Only one of the dense candles could be extinguished by the palm wind.

Countless failures, countless repeats.

At this time, he would have to light the candle himself.

It is often at night that he is alone in the back room, and the candles are lit one by one, because of concentration, at that time the sight always falls on the candle.

When the candle is lit, the heart of the candle will make a slight snoring sound, and then the small turquoise flame becomes larger and larger, and finally becomes bright red.

In the meantime, the candle lighted up, but it was a matter of time, but because of the concentration at that time, we can see that there is actually a process in the middle.

But her eyes were really bright like the stars.

Shiny but not dazzling.

The black cricket is radiating a layer of light, like black crystal.

Obviously it is a color unrelated to the flame, but at this moment, Emperor Yong Kun quickly showed in his mind the process of lighting candles in the secret room again and again when he was young.

The fingertips were very itchy, and Emperor Yongkun didn't hold them down. The thumbs of his right thumb and forefingers rubbed against each other with thin cocoons.

Hooked his lips, and Emperor Yong Kun nodded. This was the right time to take care of her.

In fact, even if it was unknown, Emperor Yongkun was going to protect her. I did n’t ask before, but it was only when she was in her teens. When her self-esteem was strong, she was afraid that it would be counterproductive to ask her and he listened to her piano. I want to ask.

In the evening, Emperor Yongkun finished his government affairs and came out of the Palace of Government Affairs. There were little eunuchs and palace ladies kneeling at the door. He knew a few appearances. The eldest sister beside the concubines and two others were also kneeling.

Snow drifted all day, and it stopped a little before dinner. No matter how much snow, there will be no snow at the gate of the Government Affairs Hall. There is no snow, but it is still freezing cold.

There was a brazier burning around the kneeling smoky man, but he could almost see that his face was almost white.

Seeing him coming out, each stiff body Voldemort shouted forever.

Dezhi behind him stepped forward and spoke next to him, "Your Majesty, kneeling for a half hour, the brazier was ordered by the slaves."

Emperor Yong Kun nodded. He was looking for something in the Palace of Government Affairs and the harem. He did not dare to make noise, so he had to kneel and wait for him to come out.

"Get up."

As soon as he spoke, the dozen or so people lying on the ground shouted hooray to get up.

The body was cold, kneeling again, and the knee hurt even more. Seeing that all of them got upset, Dezhi waved his hands, and the little eunuchs at the entrance of the government hall went forward to calm the crooked people.

"Your Majesty, the minions ask your Majesty to decide for the damsels."

"Oh?"

"At dinner, the maids remembered Miss Gong entering the palace for many days, afraid that Ms. Gong would be alone and lonely, so they met to prepare a meal to go to Qingming Temple and Miss Gong for dinner, and to comfort Ms. Gong ...

Emperor Yong Kun raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. De Zhi knew it at a glance and interrupted directly. "Say the key point."

His voice was not high or low, even the usual feminine voice, but when he opened his mouth, he was ready to cry, and even his tears were scared in his eyes, but his words were very sharp. "Miss Gong went together Seven women were beaten. The doctor had been declared, and the lady De Fei had broken her forehead and saw that she had not yet woken up. The lady Liang Fei had been injured by Miss Gong's whip and had not yet woken up. "

The old **** spoke, and the eunuchs behind them ignored the eunuchs they were supporting, and they all knelt down, "Please your Majesty decide for the damsels."

Emperor Yong Kun, "..."

Emperor Yong Kun turned back to the Hall of Government Affairs, "Go and declare her over."

"Yes." Dezhi commanded.

Seeing him speak at the gate of the palace, she didn't dare to make any further noises. This time, the eunuchs would help them to stand up quietly and "send them to the hospital."

"Slave (slave) Father Xie De."

Seven mother-in-laws were beaten, and it sounds like a small number.

However, this is already all the concubines in the palace.

Emperor Yong Kun has not held a concubine election since he ascended the throne, and no one has been added to the harem. All the people he brought out of the royal palace sealed the concubine.

But at that time it was eleven, and in these seven years, four died. And they all died in the first year. In the next six years, the harem and discord are unknown, but they are very stable and quiet.

Qing Ruo was clearly asleep and awakened.

The night was cold and windy, and she wore a thick coat, and the whole person was wrapped in the coat and even her hat was put on, showing only a sleepy little face.

At the Palace of Government Affairs, Dezhi took Qing Ruo to kneel at the door, "Your Majesty, Miss Gong is here."

"Let her come in."

The voice of the emperor, majestic and solemn, reflected the translucent lanterns on the eaves, through the thick and simple wooden boards.

De Zhi pushed open the huge door and bowed back, "Miss Gong please."

"There is Father Lauder." The voice was soft, and after a sleep, he was blown by the cold wind with sand.

Emperor Yong Kun put down the book in his hand and looked up at her. The whole man hid between the snow-white cockles because his clothes were thick and rounded.

There was a warm wall in the room, probably not asleep, and the uncle who hadn't released his body just pulled off his hat.

Walking to the distance of three moyu floor tiles from the high platform, he bowed down and said, "Gong Qingruo, my daughter-in-law, has seen His Majesty."

"Get up." Emperor Yongkun warmed his voice.

She bowed her head to salute, long green silk was scattered on the sides and back of her body, her hat was pulled down, and her hair was a little puffy.

"Ah?" He looked up at him, his head tilted stupidly, as if by accident.

Emperor Yong Kun pointed to the chair next to the Minister of Parliament, "Get up."

"Oh." Really, Apricot's eyes are round, with sleepiness and some pink cheeks, covered with snow-white appearance, unlike cats, cats are more aura.

"How do you move your hands?" Yong Kun asked her after she sat on the chair.

The tightness of her body was obvious. Even though she could see it through thick clothes, the drowsiness in her eyes had disappeared, she was sober for most of her, frowned, but didn't open her mouth.

Emperor Yong Kun waited for a while, and when she saw that she didn't speak, she said, "I have gone to the Qingming Temple more often. I'm going to trouble you?"

Qing Ruo suddenly pursed her lips, leaned back and leaned back to the chair, and looked up at him sitting behind the high-level imperial desk.

In the clear eyes, wronged.

"They are hostile to me. I don't want to be a little trick every time you come to me. This is the first time that they should be afraid."

Emperor Yong Kun's heart spread a little smile, but his temper was not like her grandfather who could bear the smile, who was he like? Prefer not to say.

"How about punishing you?" He asked her, originally wanting to hold a tight tone in his words, but softened his voice unconsciously.

Where there is majesty, she almost catches up with the famous saying and pranks her.

The little girl's eyebrows narrowed, and she just kept looking at him. The eyes were like a new moon, and the pink on her face was just right. She stood up and walked directly, across the high platform, he and her were a little far away. She held up her hand, as high as possible, "Okay, my majesty punished me, hit my palm."

Really ...

Emperor Yong Kun pulled his corner of the mouth and hooked her, "Come up?"

The round eyes blinked brightly, and asked him with a breath, "Can you?"

I can't stop talking? Emperor Yong Kun nodded.

Qing Ruo almost breathed lightly, pulled her hands on both sides of her shirt, and stepped gently on the steps.

This place is the emperor's high platform.

Although the movement of the head is not big, but the eyes are about to turn out, Emperor Yong Kun scratched his lips and said, "Open your palms."

It seemed that the impact of getting her up had not slowed down, the little girl was obedient and obedient, and Bai Nennen's palm spread out in front of him.

"Papapa!" Three beeps, Qing eyes widened incredulously.

Emperor Yong Kun moves extremely fast, and this will have put the brush that hit her palm back into the pen.

The intensity is not heavy, but not light.

It hurts a little, and it feels a little itchy.

If Qing Qing stared at his palm, it took him a long time to return to God, and he looked up at Emperor Yong Kun with a relaxed look. "Your Majesty really fights?"

Emperor Yong Kun raised his eyebrows and did not fight? How much time it takes for you to deal with the aftermath, and to approve a few times of the memorial, without hitting you, this transaction is not cost-effective.

"It's natural to be able to fight, but the privateness between women ..." Yong Kundi said, looking at her glittering eyes and seriously watching him listen to the words, a little bit inexplicable.

Emperor Yong Kun stopped his words and frowned slightly.

"Huh?" She tilted her head strangely.

Emperor Yong Kun sighed, and did not know if it was sighed from his heart. He only felt that this gentle breath pulled the meridians in his body.

"Mrs. Gong has taught you the housekeeping account?"

Qing Ruo nodded.

Emperor Yong Kun's eyes fell on the palm of her still in front of her, the skin was too tender, he had controlled the strength, this would still have a red mark, there are no cocoons on the ten fingertips, and many noble girls have delicate hands, Because I have practiced calligraphy, painting, and even embroidery since childhood, I always leave cocoons at my fingertips.

"Tomorrow Germany will take the teaching assistant to the Qingming Temple. If you take over the harem clothes and food in the future, she will help you for a while."

"... don't ..."

Emperor Yong Kun looked up at her.

Qing Ruo pursed her lips and gave a soft smile, "Trouble."

Emperor Yong Kun said nothing, still looked at her. Qing Ruo grabbed the sleeves of his robe and shook it gently twice, "Your Majesty, okay?"

Emperor Yong Kun wants to shoot himself now, because he heard his gentle voice answer, "OK."

There is no punishment, not even explaining why there is no process of doing so.

After tossing for an hour, Dezhi returned Qingruo to Qingming Temple.

While Emperor Yong Kun was still sitting in the Palace of Government Affairs, the minion put on a chessboard, and he was playing chess with himself.

In a black and white game, if Black wins, then White wins, White wins, and Black wins.

To win the battle, win one, and all the other princes will lose.

Never lose or win.

This is the rule of the world.

But this rule has some problems. Gong Qingruo is a contradiction.

Emperor Yong Kun's first evaluation of Gong Qingruo was very meticulous and well-informed.

For the second time, it was alive and well.

The third time, the child's mind, the sixteen-year-old girl was clean and clear, and that time, when he went to the Qingming Palace, he ran into her and asked Mrs. Gong to send a letter, wishing to eat sweets and gourds.

Today, Emperor Yong Kun does not want to comment.

The art of the emperor, he has been learning since urinating, united his knowledge, and accumulates his every move, every word and every action, almost becoming an instinct.

The game was frozen, and White and Black were evenly matched.

Playing chess with yourself is mostly the result. But this law may not have happened to her.

Emperor Yongkun put the chess pieces in his hand back into the chess box, and the sound of Dezhi sounded at the door, "Your Majesty, the slaves are back."

"Well." Yong Kun replied, "Did Yu Han Tang drink it?"

"The slaves have explained that the people in the Tai Hospital are guarding them, and Ms. Gong said that she was sleepy and would drink again tomorrow."

Emperor Yong Kun frowned, and didn't speak anymore, and the door was silent.

**

Little guy, is it too much trouble?

She had to be adopted, and actuarial, she had to hold her life and be faithful to her.

If she still has trouble with a husband candidate in the future,

You can take her to take care of her.

—— [Black Box]