"Qingniang?" Nangong Yi was a little dazed.
Seeing Qingyin climbing up the fence, Nangong Yi's heart suddenly tightened, "You would rather die than be with me?"
The last three words were spoken very lightly, very lightly.
Only he could hear the soft voice.
He laughed at himself and said, "Don't do anything stupid. I'll leave."
Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief only after Nangong Yi's figure disappeared in the pavilion.
Of course, she was not really seeking death, she was just betting on the man's guilt.
Fortunately, I won the bet...ah, help...
She forgot that her body was still drunk, and now... it's over!
Qingyin thought she would fall into the cold pool water, but unexpectedly she fell into a warm embrace.
She slowly opened her eyes, which were wet and still contained a hint of fear. She looked up timidly, but unexpectedly saw a silver mask.
She was slightly startled.
Nangong Yan didn't expect that the moment he saw her about to fall into the lake, his body had automatically made a choice and rescued her.
Just as he was about to let go, Qingyin bent her head and suddenly fell asleep in his arms.
Nangong Yan's whole body stiffened.
He had never been so close to a woman in the past twenty years.
He called softly, "Wake up."
But the only sound in my ears was the gentle night breeze.
The customs in the north have always been open, so even the queen mother, who was known as Qingyin, only wore a thin shirt at night.
At this moment, she was pressed against him, and the faint fragrance of the woman mixed with the smell of alcohol lingered and penetrated into his nose.
The servants on the nearby palace road had not yet gone far, but the sound had already faded away.
He had no choice but to hold the woman's slender waist and continue waiting.
But the faint fragrance, like poppy, suddenly ignited the invisible and intangible flame deep in his heart.
Only when the footsteps faded away completely did Nangong Yan breathe a sigh of relief.
He picked up Qingyin by the waist, and in a moment, she appeared in the Cining Palace.
Have a good night's sleep.
Qingyin woke up from the bed, her lazy figure half lying on her side, her clothes disheveled, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the mist. She raised her hand to cover her lips and yawned slightly. For a moment, it was enough to make people lose half their soul.
Qiu Zhuzhu, the maid serving beside her, couldn't help but be a little dazed. Even though she was a woman, in the past few months, she couldn't help but sigh that the Empress Dowager was so beautiful.
"Empress Dowager, I will help you wash and dress." Qiu Zhu came back to her senses.
Qingyin nodded slightly and slowly sat up from the bed.
The already messy clothes just slipped to the side, and Qiu Zhu looked at Qingyin's proud place with a blushing face.
The Queen Mother is only seventeen this year. Not only is she beautiful, but her private parts are also very impressive.
"Go ask someone to bring in some water so I can take a bath." There was still the smell of alcohol from last night on her body. Suddenly, her brows furrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of ambergris in the smell of alcohol.
Nangong Yuan, who was attending the morning court, sat in the imperial study and couldn't help but frown.
When he woke up in the morning, he could smell a faint smell of alcohol and a woman's fragrance on his body.
This shouldn't happen.
He did not drink any alcohol yesterday, and the only people serving him were eunuchs and guards.
It is even more impossible to be infected with the fragrance of a woman.
So, where does this wine taste and fragrance come from?
His eyes fell on a yellow talisman on the table, which was a peace talisman his mother had asked for him.
My mother told me that she suffered from soul separation syndrome when she was a child.
She went to the temple specifically to ask for this amulet for herself.
Last night, because the rope suddenly broke, he left it on the table.
Did I get sick again last night?
And Qingyin, who was soaking in the water, also asked a soul-like question?
Xiao Qi smiled ingratiatingly, "This is what's going on. Nangong Yuan has suffered from soul separation since he was a child. At night, he becomes a completely different person. Oh, and his nighttime name is Nangong Yan."
Soul separation syndrome?
It's schizophrenia.
Qingyin buried herself in the water with despair.
Since Nangong Yuan proclaimed himself emperor, the blood-red color on the steps in front of the Golden Throne Hall has never faded.
All the civil and military officials were trembling with fear.
Although the late emperor was extremely licentious during his reign, he rarely killed his ministers.
In the month since the new emperor took the throne, everyone has been secretly calling him a tyrant.
It’s already very difficult to be alone, and now I have to be alone not only during the day but also at night.
"By the way, do they know each other's memories?" Qingyin asked.
【have no idea. 】
Qiu Zhuhou was outside when he suddenly heard the sound of splashing water. He was startled and quickly ran in.
Seeing Qingyin sitting safely in the bathtub, my heart slowly calmed down.
"Empress Dowager, would you like to stand up?" Qiu Zhu asked respectfully.
Qingyin nodded gently, "Let's change clothes."
After she was dressed, she slowly walked towards the dressing table. There was a hazy figure in the bronze mirror. Just a quick glance at it made Qingyin take a breath of cold air. With such a look, it would be a pity if she didn't become a concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people.
Qiu Zhu quickly picked up the rouge and black ink beside her, and Qing Yin gently waved her hand, "No need for today."
In order to fit in with her status as the Queen Mother, she always painted herself to look old during the day and wore the darkest, darkest colors.
Of course, it is not necessary now.
Although Qiu Zhu was puzzled, he didn't say anything more.
She is an old veteran in the palace and naturally knows when to speak and when not to.
Qingyin looked at herself in the bronze mirror, put a little lip balm on her lips, and then gently spread it with her fingers.
Then he got up and left.
These days, Qingyin has been staying in her own palace, copying a piece of calligraphy every day.
Just as she finished copying tonight, she noticed a dark shadow under the window.
She subconsciously looked up, a little surprised, "It's you?"
Nangong Yanggang had just flashed a trace of regret, wondering why he had come here. But when he heard Qingyin's voice, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, which he didn't even notice. "You still remember me?"
Qingyin put down her pen. Her bright eyes were like invisible hooks. Just when he thought she was hooked tightly, her eyes suddenly filled with smiles. "Of course I remember. That night, it was all thanks to you for saving my life."
Nangong Yan turned his head away uncomfortably.
Qingyin was stunned and the smile on her face froze.
Nangong Yan caught a glimpse of it and quickly explained, "It's a bit abrupt for me to appear here like this."
Qingyin chuckled, "How could that be? There haven't been any strangers in my palace for a long time. With your arrival today, it actually feels much more lively."
A hint of pity welled up in Nangong Yan's eyes.
To myself, and to her.
Then he said to Qingyin, "Do you want to come out and take a look? The moon is very round today."
"Okay." The voice was as delicate as a human's, making it hard not to feel a sense of protection.
Qingyin walked to the window, raised her hand slightly, and the sleeve that originally covered her wrist slid down, revealing a tender arm like a lotus root. Under the moonlight, there was a little red on her fair skin.
"Are you hurt there?" After saying this, Nangong Yan realized how abrupt the question was.
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