Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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In the middle of the night, the palace servants brought hot water in and poured it into the big wooden bucket for bathing behind the screen.

Lin Feilu was almost ashamed.

God knows how much she misses the bathroom shower in this damn ancient times.

Listening to the sound of the palace servants coming in and out, pouring water, she buried herself on the bed and pretended to be dead. When everyone retreated, Song Jinglan, who was wearing a black single shirt, lifted the curtain and leaned over to hug her. To take a bath.

The bed is full of traces of love. After love, she buried in his arms and cried and maintained her last dignity: "Don't call them in, I'll change the sheets, let me change!"

With a laugh above his head, he put her in the water, and seeing that the water covered her body, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "You wash first, I'll change it."

Lin Feilu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The wooden barrel is bigger than the bathtub she used before, and there are rose petals floating on the water surface. Toiletries are readily available on the sandalwood shelf next to it. Except for the need to manually change the water, the rest are actually quite convenient and comfortable.

She found a comfortable position in the water, lay down halfway against the edge, listened to the sound of changing sheets outside, and played with her fingers on the petals on the water.

After a while, Song Jinglan changed the sheets and walked over.

He went around the screen, the black clothes on his body were automatic without wind, and his black hair hung down behind him, like a goblin that haunts at night, the kind that specializes in beautifying people.

Lin Feilu rubbed his face with the petals: "Are you washing? Or change the water first?"

Song Jinglan smiled and stepped in directly. He didn't take off his clothes, the wide black hem floated on the water, and those bright red petals floated on the hem of the clothes, intertwining his black hair, a kind of thrilling beauty.

Lin Feilu was shocked: "The clothes are wet..."

Before he finished speaking, people were pulled over by him.

The petals float on the water, covering everything underwater.

Her waist seemed to be broken, and her body was ups and downs in the water. When she was clinging to his body, she took a bite on his shoulder as if she was wronged: "Why are you here—"

He leaned gently to her neck, with a low and hoarse laugh: "There is no need to change the sheets here."

The sheets don't need to be changed.

But the palace staff came in and changed the hot water again.

Lin Feilu has passed away peacefully.

After the second bath, she didn't give him a chance, crawled out of the water with hands and feet, and quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel, "No way! I really can't do it!"

Song Jinglan smiled lightly.

Lin Feilu astutely understood something from his smile, and suddenly collapsed a little: "Your Majesty, you have to go to court tomorrow!"

He walked towards her, and when he passed by the sandalwood hanger, he tore off a blue gauze.

Lin Feilu stepped back again and again, he approached step by step, and asked with a low smile: "Didn't the princess say that the spring night is short and the day is high, and the king will not go to court earlier?"

She retreated to the corner, hugged the bath towel tightly, and said sadly, "That's what Lord Shun does! Does Your Majesty want to imitate Lord Shun?"

Song Jinglan was already approaching, his figure pressed down with his breath, completely covering her, he lowered his head, his voice was as low as a sigh: "The princess is in his arms, why not imitate the stunned prince?"

Lin Feilu: "..."

After a while, he heard him laugh and hand the gauze to her: "Put it on."

Lin Feilu was extremely disgusted: "It's so transparent, what's the difference between wearing this and not wearing it."

Song Jinglan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Then don't wear it?"

Lin Feilu pulled the gauze and turned his back, leaving him with a slender and beautiful back. After quickly drying off the water droplets, he hurriedly put on the gauze.

Tsing Yi is light and thin, like a foggy night, hazy and graceful, but more attractive.

Song Jinglan's eyes darkened, her scorching eyes scrutinized her from top to bottom, but in the end, taking into account her physical strength, she did nothing and carried her to bed.

Lin Feilu felt that he had not been so tired for a long time, as if he had just returned to the time when he learned martial arts from Concubine Xi when he was a child.

Although she is not a master, she has practiced martial arts for so many years, and she thinks her physical strength is still very good! Why is he so weak compared to him? And he was still moving, how could he be so tired? !

Holding this doubt, she lay in his arms and fell asleep.

Although the two have had intimate contact for a long time, it is the first time that they have actually spent the night in the same bed. Although Song Jinglan is a person who disregards legal doctrines, he is still willing to abide by those strict etiquette when it comes to Lin Feilu.

Listening to the sound of sleeping breathing in his arms, he lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Eyebrows, nose tip, lips, jaw, lips, he traced every part with a kiss.

All alone to him.

He even wanted to rub her into his bones, become one with himself, and never be separated. But he looked at her quiet and well-behaved sleeping face, just lowered his head and gently kissed her eyes.

The next morning, Lin Feilu was still asleep, and Song Jinglan was ready to get up and go to bed.

Feeling that he was leaving, she hugged his waist and didn't let go, buried in his arms and acted like a spoiled child: "accompany me..."

He smiled helplessly, so he could only lie back, hold Jiao. Soft body and caress her vest gently, coaxing her softly: "I have nothing to do in the past few days, I will be back soon, you can sleep for a while, eh?"

On the first day of becoming a queen, she decided to be pampered and proud: "You are not allowed to go."

Song Jinglan

With a smile, her fingers gently caressed the skin behind her ears, her thin lips pressed against her ears, like a kiss, and like a whisper: "Didn't the queen give Gu Bu a chance to go to court early? Otherwise, let's continue now?"

The girl in her arms kicked him away decisively, turned her body over and lay inward, and waved her hand in disgust, "Go away!"

Song Jinglan laughed silently. He didn't wash up in the dormitory, and after changing into his court clothes, he went out and let her continue to sleep peacefully.

As soon as he left, the large and soft dragon bed seemed to be less comfortable, less warmth and less warmth. Lin Feilu turned over a few times, obviously still tired, but no longer sleepy.

But today, she was not allowed to sleep in late. As soon as it was dawn, Tingchun and Shixia came over to wake her up. Lin Feilu got up softly with sore waist and legs. On the first day of becoming the queen, according to the rules, he was going to serve tea to the queen mother, accept the greetings from the beauties in the palace, and go to the ancestral temple to offer incense.

But the beauties in the palace have no place, so this step can be omitted.

As soon as Ting Chun and Shi Xia came in, they smiled and saluted: "The slave servant pays respect to the Queen."

Lin Feilu sounded weird.

Not only the title has changed, but even the clothes and accessories have changed, showing the status of the queen everywhere.

After grooming, she sat in Fengluan and went to Chonghua Hall to serve tea to the Queen Mother. In order to prevent the palace servants from seeing the difference, he had to endure the soreness of the waist and the weak legs. After getting off the sedan chair, everyone in the Queen Mother's Palace smiled and greeted the Empress.

This month, she came to Chonghua Hall from time to time to accompany the queen mother to talk. She was a good person to please the elders. The queen mother who lived alone in the palace for many years has never had such kind of warmth of children around her knees, and she was coaxed into obedience. .

Now there is only one thought in the queen mother's mind, even if the relationship with her son cannot be eased, multiple caring daughters will make a lot of money! After Lin Feilu finished serving the tea, the queen mother took her by the hand and persuaded her about the qualities and responsibilities she should uphold as a queen, and then gave her the rewards she had prepared.

After leaving the Chonghua Hall, she went to the ancestral temple to offer incense. A few hours later, Song Jinglan had all left, and she was not finished yet.

But apart from a busy day on the first day of becoming a queen, after that, Lin Feilu basically returned to the leisurely life of eating, drinking, and playing.

She was afraid of trouble, and didn't want to have too many bad things and bad people in her life. Song Jinglan handled it all very well. No matter the harem or the previous dynasty, nothing could affect her mood.

In addition to being physically exhausted every night, I want to die.

Lin Feilu felt that he might be spoiled if he continued like this.

Not so! They are all people who practice martial arts, why is his physical strength so much better than his own? !

When Song Jinglan was not busy with political affairs, sometimes she would accompany her to practice swordsmanship in Yongan Palace.

In fact, she doesn't know any systematic swordsmanship, after all, Concubine Xi is good at spear. She knows a few swordsmanship for self-defense, and the light power is enough to lift the roof of the house, which is all her martial arts knowledge.

But Song Jinglan learned from Ji Liang. Although the two were called uncle and nephew, they had already treated each other. Ji Liang was single, had no wife and no children, and taught him the swordsmanship of his life. He could be said to be the best swordsman in the world. The only heir.

Although he is not ranked on the Jianghu Heroes List, it can be seen from the last time he played against Yan Xin that his martial arts accomplishments are absolutely unparalleled.

Lin Feilu looked at him, then looked at his flower stand, and suddenly began to understand why his physical strength couldn't keep up.

When Song Jinglan put away his sword and turned around, he saw the girl sitting on the steps holding her chin and looking at him solemnly.

He laughed and shook his head, walked over and squatted in front of her: "What's wrong?"

Lin Feilu said angrily, "I want to learn too!"

Song Jinglan raised his eyebrows: "Swordsmanship?" He thought for a while, then said warmly, "Because this is Uncle Ji's swordsmanship, I can't teach you directly. When he comes to the palace next time, I asked him for his opinion, If he agrees, may I teach you again?"

Lin Feilu pouted: "Who said I want to learn from you?"

She turned around and ran back to the dormitory. After tossing around for a while to find something, she ran out happily and said very proudly, "I want to learn this!"

In his hand is the Jimo swordsmanship.

She flipped it twice and asked him excitedly, "Uncle Ji's swordsmanship is better, or Jimo's swordsmanship is better?"

Song Jinglan thought for a while: "It should be about the same." After all, Jimo Wu has been dead for many years, and there is no one who is good at Jimo swordsmanship, and there is no way to verify it.

This swordsmanship has been by her side for many years, and she will take it out when she has nothing to do. Unfortunately, there is no one to guide her. She is worried that her random learning will lead to misunderstandings, and she has never dared to start. Now that there is Song Jinglan, a person with superb swordsmanship, guiding by his side, it should be no problem, right?

So the favored and arrogant queen gave orders to the emperor: "You teach me to practice this!"

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