The Self-cultivation of the Noble Concubine Who Eats Melon

Hearing this sentence, Song Yunzhao's originally impetuous heart suddenly calmed down.

Feng Yi's breathing sounded in her ears. Her waist was tightly held by his arms, and her whole body was nestled in his arms. Feng Yi's breath was everywhere, surrounding her tightly.

Song Yunzhao's eyes suddenly turned red for some reason.

After His Majesty entered the palace, Aunt Yu and others bent down and left. Xiangxue quickly took the second prince away with her quick eyes and hands.

Feng Yun still didn't know what was going on. He had no memory of his father.

"Why did you come back?"

Song Yunzhao considered himself a strong person, and before Feng Yi came back, he also did a lot of psychological construction for himself.

However, when he said, "Zhaozhao, I'm back," she was filled with sadness that she could no longer hold back.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Song Yunzhao wanted to wipe it with a handkerchief, but he couldn't move.

When Feng Yi heard this, he let go of Yun Zhao slightly, looked down at her, and saw that her eyes were red and her face was covered with tears.

He reached out to wipe away her tears and took her hand into the inner hall. The two sat down next to each other on the warm couch. Feng Yi hugged her and said, "Don't cry, I only have a quarter of an hour to talk to you." , I have to go back to the front hall in a while."

Song Yunzhao:......

She thought everything was over, but it turned out that he sneaked out to see her.

"With so little effort, why are you running back and forth?" Song Yunzhao looked at him and said softly, not caring about his own sadness. Looking at Feng Yi's tired face, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"I want to see you." Feng Yi looked at Yun Zhao, "I originally wanted to go back to the palace to see you in advance, but before I arrived in the capital, officials responded, and there was no pause along the way."

Song Yunzhao couldn't help but laugh. Feng Yi wanted to sneak back to see him, but he was blocked by the courtiers. In full view of everyone, he had no chance to take the first step.

Feng Yi looked at Yun Zhao and smiled, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, "You have a good meal tonight, I will have to come back later. Xu Sixi told me some things about the palace, don't worry, leave it to me later."

Song Yunzhao was stunned.

Feng Yi pinched her face. She became thinner and her eyes looked even bigger.

During his absence in Beijing, Yun Zhao was afraid that things would not go well for him.

Meng Jiuchang coughed slightly outside, reminding the emperor that it was time.

Feng Yi sighed and stood up, "I have to go."

Song Yunzhao also stood up, "Don't worry about me, I will have a good meal. Go and get busy."

Feng Yi watched Yun Zhao peck her lips gently, "Wait for me."

Song Yunzhao blushed, and looked at Feng Yi's back as he strode away, his heart beating fast.

You good-for-nothing.

Song Yunzhao didn't go out. She sat down against the soft pillow, her face seemed to be on fire.

After she calmed down, she asked someone to prepare the meal, and then she thought of her son.

Feng Yi came back and left without even looking at his second son.

This father is incompetent.

Grandma Yu and others saw that their master's mood improved, and everyone became happy and laid out the meal happily.

He took Feng Yun to dinner and played with his son for a while. When he yawned a little, he asked the nanny to take him back and put him there.

Feng Yi hadn't come back yet, and Song Yunzhao was sitting by the window looking through Baozhuanglou's account books, waiting for him.

It was more than half an hour before I heard a sound coming from outside.

Song Yunzhao stood up and listened to the shouts of long live outside. She went out to welcome him. Before she could reach the entrance of the palace, Feng Yi strode in.

Just as Song Yunzhao was about to speak, Feng Yi stretched out his long arm and hugged him.

When Grandma Yu saw Meng Jiuchang and others, she hurriedly bent over, lowered her head, closed the palace door, and retreated.

Song Yunzhao blushed and pushed him gently, "What are you doing? So many people are watching."

Feng Yi smelled of alcohol, which showed that he had drank a lot tonight.

"Zhaozhao, I'm happy. This time the army has triumphed. You didn't see the expressions of the old ministers in the court. I feel happy just thinking about it now. I'm afraid they still want to see my jokes, so they can take advantage of it again. I."

Song Yunzhao knew that Feng Yi was a little drunk and had been keeping the words in his heart for who knows how long. Now he was so proud that he couldn't help but spit it out when he saw her.

"Let's go in and talk."

Feng Yi let go of Yun Zhao, followed her inside, entered the dormitory, and held her in his arms, "The food you asked Ling Yunhe to send saved the emergency. If it hadn't been for those food, I'm afraid things would have been delayed. "

"Didn't the food and grass from the Ministry of Revenue arrive soon? Your Majesty complied with the will of God and the people's will and expelled hundreds of thousands of people from the border city of Beimingbao Dachu. His Majesty's great achievements must be recorded in the history books."

Feng Yi laughed, holding Yun Zhao's face and staring at her, "You have never been greedy for merit, and you don't care about anything you did. But, Zhao Zhao, I remember it all. I know you did it all for me."

Only she would think about him like this. Of the many concubines in the harem, who would do these things for him?

Only his Zhao Zhao.

Song Yunzhao stood on tiptoes and kissed Feng Yi's lips gently, "I'm happy."

Feng Yi picked him up by the waist and strode into the tent.

Song Yunzhao hugged his neck tightly, and the two of them fell into the high bed with soft pillows and a brocade mattress piled with brocade jade.

The bright yellow gold-woven bed curtains fell down, blocking out the cool air of the late night in early spring. Yun Zhao's slender waist lingered under Feng Yi's hands. The two of them had been separated for so long, how could they still retain their former reserve...

When the clouds and rain began to subside, Yun Zhao was exhausted. Seeing that Feng Yi still had the energy to ask someone to deliver water, she "tsk" in her heart. This was someone who had just returned from a long journey.

Feng Yi turned his head and met Yun Zhao's smiling eyes. He stretched out his hand to pick the person up, "I'll take you to take a bath."

Song Yunzhao immediately pushed him away, "I'll go by myself."

Can I still have a good bath if I go with him?

I'm afraid I don't want to take a mandarin duck bath.

Feng Yi smiled.

Song Yunzhao ignored him, put on his outer clothes and went to the clean room.

The two of them came back from bathing, and the bed was completely new.

Yun Zhao was quite thick-skinned now. He pretended not to notice and lay down to rest. Feng Yi leaned against her and pulled her into his arms. At this time, exhaustion came to his heart. He closed his eyes slightly and said, "Go to sleep." ."

Song Yunzhao was very tired and fell asleep on the pillow.

Feng Yi slept until midnight when he noticed that the person in his arms was moving. He opened his eyes and saw in the moonlight that Yun Zhao seemed to be too hot to be held by him and wanted to break away.

Her clothes were half opened by her, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, and her jade-like skin dazzled in front of his eyes. Feng Yi instinctively leaned over, and his manly possessiveness took over. He pulled her into his arms again, and slightly turned sideways to cover the clouds. Zhao's lips were rubbed lightly, and his big hands reached in from his waist and rubbed along his spine.

Song Yunzhao was awakened from her sleep. Before she could open her eyes, she was wrapped up in Feng Yi and fell into pleasure again...

The moonlight shines through the intertwined branches, dappled all over the ground.

Song Yunzhao was completely awake, and there was only one sentence echoing in his mind: Feng Yi was really hungry.