69 Warm Couch
◎Others are either traitors or thieves, but you are both a traitor and a thief◎
"The day after tomorrow is the fifteenth?"
Rong Qianyu was busy running around before she realized that, according to the rules, the emperor and empress should sleep together on the first and fifteenth day of every month.
"Yes." Yuan Qing said.
She naturally didn't want Fu Hua to come. "I forgot about it." After a moment of contemplation, she couldn't think of a better solution. She said sadly, "I understand. You can leave."
Rong Qianyu and Rong Pan were the only ones left in the room. Rong Pan noticed that her master was in a dilemma and couldn't make up her mind. "Your Majesty, do you want His Majesty to come down?"
Sleeping on the same bed was definitely impossible. She and Fu Hua no longer had any love for each other. She had tried hard for this, but was always slapped in the face by reality.
On freezing nights, she wore only a thin layer of clothing and didn't even have charcoal. She knelt on the ground for several days, reciting the rules at night and pretending to be affectionate during the day. Even a servant dared to order her around.
There can be no more days of humiliation like this.
"I'll go find Xue Ji tomorrow to find a solution."
Xue, the head of the Imperial Household Department, has been in a very bad mood recently. The servants don't know why, and they all think that he is having sexual thoughts, or that he has been rejected by the lady he likes.
The palace had always turned a blind eye to the issue of finding a concubine; as long as things didn't get too serious, no one was surprised. Especially for someone as good-looking as Xue Ji, even though he was a bit cold and cruel, the palace maids and eunuchs had privately made bets on when Master Xue would finally get married.
Since he brought Rong Qianyu back from the Prince of Jin's mansion, he had only seen her twice: once by chance, and once from a distance at the Empress's coronation ceremony. A month had passed since he returned to the palace, and this cold-hearted woman hadn't contacted him, as if they had never met in the rain. It just so happened that she didn't contact him, and he didn't move either, so the two of them just wasted time, ignoring each other.
Qingyun naturally knew the inside story better than anyone else. Seeing Zhang Yin sighing every day and taking his anger out on the flowers, he always felt very disappointed in him and often made fun of him in front of him.
"Sir, you are such a good man, but you have done such a shame. You just... and your lover have a new relationship, and now she is thinking about someone else. The day after tomorrow is the fifteenth."
"Why are you so talkative now!" Xue Ji didn't like what he said and spat at him, "Get out, get out!"
Qingyun was scolded away by him. The dignified and aloof Master Seal, Xue Jiming, suddenly looked a little resentful. He casually put his legs on the armrests and slumped in the chair. "The tangerine turns into a citron, like falling into a sea of smoke. My heart is like a hanging flag. Even this little fool can see it. How cowardly." He scolded himself a few times, picked up the yellow chrysanthemums on the table, and began to pick the petals.
One, two, one isn't enough for two. These words were all bought by Qingyun to enhance the beauty of the flowers; they were all extremely valuable species. The phoenix feathers, red and yellow, were so beautiful that they looked like phoenix feathers, hence the name. He had plucked them until only a bare green branch remained.
Rong Qianyu walked in quietly and looked at the golden petals on the ground. She knew that he must be angry again. She knew that he was sulking and destroying things. She knocked on the door tentatively.
Xue Ji didn't even raise his head and scolded: "Get out, get out! I told you not to come in!"
Rong Qianyu took off her hat, cleared her throat, and said, "What is Lord Xue angry about with Huasheng?"
Xue Ji saw that it was Rong Qianyu who came. He was plucking the petals with a wronged look on his face, but suddenly he jumped up, threw the flowers aside, frowned seriously, and still didn't look at her.
"I'm not angry. It's the Empress Dowager, the role model for the six imperial palaces. She's so busy with official duties, yet you've graced my humble abode with your presence. How dare you be angry?"
Xue Ji rattled off a bunch of idioms in a sarcastic tone. From his expression, you could tell that he was still angry.
Need to coax.
Rong Qianyu walked to the table and picked up the chrysanthemum that had died at Xue Ji's hands. "Sir, don't you call yourself a minister now?" She plucked the petals off for him one by one and handed the completely bare flower back to him. "Sir, your idioms are becoming more and more fluent."
Xue Ji glanced at Rong Qianyu indignantly, then took the flowers with disdain, "I'm just trying to make ice out of water, making wedding dresses for others. It's all in vain, a waste of effort, you ungrateful wolf."
He was like a young wife, and Rong Qianyu had never seen him like this before. She had been too busy lately and had no time to visit him.
"Don't be angry," Rong Qianyu took his arm and pleaded coquettishly, "I'm a new official with a lot of things to do, so it's inevitable that I'll be negligent sometimes. I didn't mean to ignore you. Lord Xue is a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against me."
After all, Master Xue is still a young man. Although he is a eunuch, he has emotions and desires like other men. How can he be coaxed into submission by just a few words from her?
He glanced at her, pulled his arm away, and muttered, "If you're being nice to someone for no reason, you're either treacherous or deceitful. What are you doing here?"
Hard tactics are useless, so we can only use soft tactics. She suddenly changed her tone and whispered softly, with a smile in the corner of her eyes. She gently pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "My husband doesn't want me anymore. Do you want the seal?" She stared at him with her big eyes.
She looked at him, her gentle eyebrows curved into a lake of smile, without saying a word, just tiptoeing to get closer to him. Xue Ji took a step back to avoid her burning eyes. Her attitude was a little softer, but still a little angry.
"Do you know what His Majesty said to me a few days ago?" Rong Qianyu deliberately angered him.
"Who knows about your boudoir joy?" Xue Ji's eyes suddenly tightened, and he was so angry that he didn't want to listen.
"Your Majesty is somewhat apprehensive about the Master Seal and asked me if I had any countermeasures. I said yes, transfer, confinement, exile, or at worst, just drag him out and chop him off..."
Before she could finish, Xue Ji lowered his eyes, leaned forward, and hugged her tightly, his slender hands around her waist, "I'm doing my best for you, and you want to cut me?"
Seeing him jumping up and down anxiously, she couldn't help laughing, "Guess what His Majesty said?"
Xue Ji replied seriously, "It's not enough for me to die. Do you also want me to be skinned and have my tendons removed, and then have my head chopped off and displayed at the city gate?"
"How can that be? I must leave your body intact." As she said this, she pressed her body very close to her and stretched out her hand to touch Xue Ji's waist through her clothes. He also felt this touch and his eyes suddenly became gentle.
Xue Ji grabbed Rong Qianyu's hand and said, "It seems that I have led you astray."
"His Majesty said that my queen is beautiful and the King will definitely like her. He asked me to seduce the King and warm his bed."
He scoffed and said, "With your few poor moves, you're still trying to seduce me. How about I teach you?"
Her smile gradually appeared, like a successful kitten. Her slightly curly brown hair sparkled in the sun. Her skin was fair and delicate, as if dyed with rouge, and she was delicate and charming. She looked at Xue Ji with her watery eyes.
She stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Xue Ji's face, "Then I'll have to ask the palm seal for more advice."
She was not a stunning beauty at first sight, but her sparkling eyes were slightly upturned, and her skin was fair and her hair was brown. With a little effort, she could easily appear coquettish and charming, and her smile seemed to be able to capture people's hearts.
Xue Ji picked her up and threw her onto the bed, then bent over and held her tightly against his body. "What does your Majesty want to learn? I'll be at your service."
She hooked a strand of his hair and wrapped it around her fingertips. They were so close that there seemed to be an electric current between them, and they were infatuated with each other.
The jade incense burner, the icy mat, the mandarin duck brocade, the powder melting and the fragrant sweat flowing onto the mountain pillow.
Her hand grabbed his collar and she gave him a very gentle and lingering kiss.
Rong Qianyu said with her last bit of clarity, "I'd like to ask the Chief Seal to help me get His Majesty out of the way the day after tomorrow."
"The fifteenth day after tomorrow..." Xue Ji was a little reluctant. He was suddenly stopped in his tracks when he was in high spirits. Looking at her pupils, he couldn't help but smile indulgently, "Others are either traitors or thieves, but you are both a traitor and a thief."
The person under him glared at him, his face flushed, "Please, please, help me not to be angry this time."
Xue Ji let go of her, suddenly stood up, tidied his clothes, walked back to the table, and left Rong Qianyu alone on the bed.
"Xue Ji!" Rong Qianyu called him.
"Your Majesty needs to improve your charm skills. Please come more often in the future."
On the fifteenth day, it was the day for the emperor and empress to sleep together. In the afternoon, Rong Qianyu became a little restless and didn't know whether Xue Ji helped her.
Xue Ji ordered people to go to Shouhuang Palace to carry out his unique secret order. Shouhuang Palace was the place where the late emperor's body was kept before his burial. The late emperor was buried not long ago, and rituals were still being performed in Shouhuang Palace.
Of course, he couldn't let Rong Qianyu and Fu Hua sleep together. This was the only way to keep Fu Hua from being distracted from the harem.
It's a bad idea, but it's the best solution right now.
Burn the house!!!
The eunuch, timidly, slipped into the hall under the pretext of cleaning. Aside from the main hall where someone was chanting sutras and praying for blessings, the entire Shouhuang Hall was deserted. This was also why Xue Ji chose the Shouhuang Hall. Fewer people came, fewer people were involved, and it would be difficult to investigate. It could be treated as an accident. Otherwise, he would have wanted to burn down the Huangji Hall.
He opened the window, took a candle, and lit fire in each room. He knocked over the oil lamp, and the fire dragon instantly burned, and he quietly left.
The autumn wind was strong and sparks flew outside the hall. However, he closed the doors of the front and back halls. By the time the people in the front hall discovered the fire, the flames in the entire back hall were already several feet high.
The fire burned in the hall, setting the old furniture and tattered curtains on fire, and the sound of burning could be heard one after another.
The fire raged in every corner of the palace, scorching the walls, floors and rafters, and burning the dilapidated roof to ashes. The raging fire devoured the palace crazily, like a wild beast, raging and unstoppable.
At the same time, Fengyi Palace was urging Rong Qianyu to take a bath and change clothes.
Rong Qianyu was somewhat disappointed, thinking to herself, "Xue Ji, you must not let anything go wrong this time." Although Fu Hua would never touch her, they were disgusted with each other when they looked at each other.
Rong Qianyu had just taken off her outer clothes and was about to take a bath when Yuan Qing ran in, "Oh no, Madam! The Imperial Palace is on fire!"
Hearing this news, Rong Qianyu was still worried instinctively, and didn't think about anything else, "What happened? Why did it catch fire? Is everything okay?"
"I don't know, but the fire is indeed too big. Your Majesty has already rushed over, but there are still several cave-ins! I'm afraid Your Majesty won't be able to come today."
“…”
Rong Qianyu's face was filled with anxiety. When she heard that the emperor could not come, she suddenly understood. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, he was really amazing, he could even burn down the house.
"Got it, back off."
Rong Pan didn't know their plan, but he was surprised. "Why would Shouhuang Palace catch fire out of nowhere?"
Rong Qianyu put on her coat and ate her sweet-scented osmanthus cake, letting out a long sigh of relief. "That's good now. I guess Fu Hua won't be interested in women for a few months."
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