In the deep night, Li Yuanjing stepped into Yongning Palace.
Under the eaves shrouded in darkness, lanterns shone brightly, and warm yellow candlelight shone from inside the house. Although the spring night was slightly chilly, Yongning Palace was warm.
Just like always.
Chen Wei brought palace maids to greet them.
Li Yuanjing looked over and saw Shen Wei walking out of the house happily. She had just finished bathing, and after drying her hair, she temporarily tied up her black hair with a green silk. Shen Wei walked too fast, and her light-colored dress formed a graceful arc in the wind.
Pure and simple, like lotus in clear water.
"Prince——" Shen Wei called out happily, but just as she said that, she seemed to realize that she had called the wrong name.
She stopped, a bit embarrassed on her beautiful face, and called softly, "Your Majesty."
The voice is light and soft.
Li Yuanjing stretched out his hand to Shen Wei, and Shen Wei put her hand into his large palm.
Their hands were clasped, just like the countless days and nights they had spent in Prince Yan's mansion - he returned in the night, and she waited happily at the door.
Li Yuanjing likes to hold Shen Wei's hand, her hands are always soft and warm. The two walked through the green courtyard and headed towards the house.
The night sky is filled with a crescent moon and stars. Li Yuanjing glanced sideways at the beautiful woman beside him. An idea flashed through his mind, and he suddenly knew what title to give Shen Wei.
The reason why he hadn't given Concubine Shen Wei a title was not because he had forgotten, but because he didn't know which word to use as the title.
The title of Huiliangshude is too mediocre.
Li Yuanjing thought about choosing a single word as a title for half a year, but he really didn't know which word would be worthy of his Weiwei.
Fortunately, tonight, there is an answer.
...
Entering the house, a faint fragrance wafts in the air.
On the desk, there were still the words that Shen Wei had not finished writing. Li Yuanjing picked up the rice paper and took a look. What Shen Wei wrote was "Spring Banquet".
Shen Wei's handwriting was neat and tidy, and she was making rapid progress. Moreover, her handwriting was somewhat similar to his.
Li Yuanjing raised his lips and said teasingly, "Copying my handwriting?"
Shen Wei blushed and stammered in denial: "No...No..."
Li Yuanjing felt warm in his heart. In his mind, the warm scene has already emerged: [In the Donghua Mountain Villa, Chen Wei carefully unfolded his letter from home and began to copy it word by word. Every word expressed her longing for him. 】
If she didn't love him, why would Shen Wei be so reluctant to copy his handwriting?
Shen Wei pulled Li Yuanjing to sit on the couch and personally brought tea: "You have had dinner at the Queen Mother's place. I have prepared some hawthorn tea for you to drink."
The translucent white jade cup is filled with warm hawthorn tea. The hawthorn fruit is cut into slices and the tea turns slightly red.
Li Yuanjing did not drink the tea and put the cup aside. He stretched out his long arms and pulled Shen Wei into his arms.
His voice was hoarse, his eyes were deep: "Let me take a look at you."
The palace maid serving in the room lowered her head hurriedly, and walked out of the inner room in a flash, letting down the long white pearl curtain. The pearls collided, making a slight sound.
Li Yuanjing hugged Shen Wei, and his empty heart seemed to be filled. His eyes swept across Shen Wei's beautiful and bright face inch by inch.
Shen Wei's face was flushed with heat, and she also stared at the person in front of her, her white fingers stroked his face, and her eyes slowly turned red: "Your Majesty, you have lost weight... These three years must have been very difficult."
With the new emperor ascending the throne, the political situation changing, the new policies being implemented, and internal and external troubles, Li Yuanjing faced many difficulties.
But he spent three years keeping the government firmly in his hands. The stubborn old ministers dared not speak out anymore, and the talented new ministers had their place to show their talents.
The civil war in Vietnam ended and the border crisis was temporarily resolved. With internal and external troubles resolved, Li Yuanjing was no longer constrained and could begin to realize his ambitions and start his own dynasty.
"I'm not tired now." Li Yuanjing rubbed Shen Wei's fingers, a smile flashed across his black eyes.
It is difficult to be an emperor, it is difficult to be a son of heaven. Although you may seem high and mighty, no one knows the fatigue you feel inside. Only his Weiwei would care whether he was tired or not, feel sorry for him and cry for him.
Incense was burning in the gilded copper stove in the room. Chen Wei looked at the emperor with her beautiful eyes, unwilling to look away for a long time, with a sour nose: "In the past three years, I have missed you very much..."
She lowered her head, tears falling from her eyes. Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she couldn't control her inner thoughts. She murmured to herself, "I really want to..."
Shen Wei lowered her head, and warm tears slid down, falling precisely on the back of his hand.
She laid the emotional groundwork for tonight very well - they saw each other from afar at the palace gate during the day, and they felt like old friends at first sight; she greeted Li Yuanjing under the eaves at night, which evoked Li Yuanjing's memories of the past; she deliberately left rice paper on the desk, each word of which represented three years of longing; then she sat in his arms, caressing his face and asking about his well-being; and in the end, she had an "emotional outburst" to express her longing.
The acting goes from shallow to deep, the emotions progress layer by layer, sublimating step by step, until it reaches the point of final explosion.
Li Yuanjing was indeed deeply moved, his heart seemed to be hit by a heavy object, and a sour emotion spread: "Weiwei."
The young emperor hugged his lover tightly, with deep affection and passion.
...
It was dark outside, and Caiping and Cailian were standing guard at the door of the bedroom.
Cai Ping lowered her voice and held Cai Lian's arm: "My dear sister, I missed you so much! I have been looking forward to seeing you and my master back for so long."
During the three years in the palace, Caiping felt bored.
Now she can return to serve Chen Wei and become the head maid of Yongning Palace. Her monthly salary has increased, her bonuses are also high, and she can work with Cai Lian. Her life finally has hope.
Cailian poked Caiping's forehead and said, "Now is not the time to reminisce about the past. After serving the master, let's have a drink tomorrow when we have time. By the way, is the hot water in the kitchenette ready?"
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