Chapter 74 An Lingrong 15
Yinzhen, who originally wanted to just have a quick taste, was hit twice by the embarrassed and angry Lingrong, but he felt no pain. Instead, the man grabbed her moon-like wrists with one hand.
When the man looked up, panting, he saw the beauty's eyes flushed, her face rosy, her eyes glittering with an indescribable charm. Her slightly upturned eyes seemed to have hooks, and a casual glance at him made the man's lower abdomen tighten.
The original ancestral etiquette was immediately thrown out of the window, and soon the woman's suppressed moans and the man's heavy breathing were heard from the study.
This made Su Peisheng and Biqing, who were waiting outside, feel embarrassed.
After waiting for half an hour, they heard someone calling for water. Perhaps because it was only afternoon and it was still light, Yinzhen, for the first time in his life, did not ask anyone to come in to serve him. After a while, he carried Lingrong, who was hiding in his arms, into the bedroom.
"How can I face people when the emperor is like this!" As soon as Lingrong's body touched the bed, she immediately turned over, wrapped herself in the quilt and hid inside the bed, peeking at him curiously, her tone full of indignation. Unfortunately, her slightly hoarse voice sounded inexplicably alluring, which not only made the emperor not reflect on his recklessness, but instead touched his lips as if he had tasted something.
Ling Rong: "!"
Seeing the other person burying his head back into the quilt like a rabbit, he couldn't help but laugh: "Why do you look like I want to eat you?"
"No... isn't it?"
Of course. Yinzhen thought leisurely, but his voice was serious and earnest: "Of course not, I was just wondering if what I did just now hurt you."
"Hmm...my legs hurt a little." Ling Rong seemed to believe what he said. She poked her head out a little embarrassedly and whispered to him, "And my hands. I just leaned on the window frame and it hurts."
After saying this, he stretched out a hand, revealing half of his snow-like arm.
The man felt warmed by the sight.
Unfortunately, it was almost time for dinner. Even if he wasn't hungry, he couldn't let Rong'er, who had been busy with him until now, go hungry too, right?
Although he was selfish, he was not so shameless. Besides, he understood that if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it well.
The emperor, who had originally planned to have a simple dinner, saw Lingrong eating with relish, so he also ate a lot.
After dinner, the emperor, feeling somewhat unruly today, took his beloved concubine for a stroll through Chengqian Palace. Seeing that the palace was bare except for the flowers and plants sent by the greenhouse, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's a bit deserted after all. How about asking Su Peisheng and the greenhouse staff to bring you a few plum trees tomorrow?"
"Okay." Ling Rong raised her little face and smiled at him sweetly. The two of them returned to Heyi Hall hand in hand.
After a night of fooling around, Yinzhen passed away the next day feeling refreshed. However, two days later, Lingrong reported that she had caught a cold. After the imperial physician confirmed the condition, the virtuous and generous empress simply exempted her from attending the palace banquet.
On the night of New Year's Eve, she took all the servants in the palace to have fun together, and also allowed them to have a small banquet in the side room to have fun at their own will.
He also drank two cups out of respect, and did not forget to invite Ziyuan and Biqing to join in the fun as well.
When he was the only one left in the room, he pulled out the premium liquor he'd drawn from the system earlier. After two drinks, he was a bit tipsy. After making sure he only reeked of alcohol but wasn't overpowering, he donned a cloak of blush-colored brocade and white fox fur, wrapped himself up tightly, and ran out, leaving behind a note in somewhat arrogant handwriting:
Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, please don’t disturb me.
After leaving the palace, Ling Rong immediately opened the map to the maximum. The two red dots were gradually approaching each other. It was obvious that Zhen Huan and the Emperor were on their way to Yimei Garden.
With no one following her, Ling Rong also walked over freely. When she arrived at the place, she faintly heard a sentence:
"May the adverse winds understand my intentions and not destroy me!"
Ling Rong immediately spoke up, her voice merging with the emperor's: "Okay!"
"Who's there?"
Yinzhen was so absorbed in the poem that he couldn't help but ask, but then he heard a familiar cheer coming from the other side. He quickly turned around and asked, "Who's cheering?"
But then a familiar figure flashed in the plum garden. When the person walked in, who else could it be but Lingrong?
"Why are you here?" The emperor's suspicion made him begin to wonder if the other party was trying to spy on him. Moreover, he was very unhappy about being interrupted in his pursuit of beauty, so his tone became stiff.
"Hmm... I want to see plum blossoms." Ling Rong didn't remember to salute until she was only a palm's distance away from him. After saluting, she slowly stood up and looked up at him. Her voice was vague and there was a faint smell of alcohol on her body.
Yinzhen saw that she was staggering as she walked, so what was there for him to understand? But she was even bolder than usual after getting drunk, and she just kept looking up at his face, not even tired at all.
"What are you looking at? There are plum blossoms on my face? How much did you drink to get so drunk?"
Ling Rong blinked and held up five fingers, her expression surprisingly tinged with pride: "Two cups!"
Seeing her drunken appearance, the emperor was uneasy. He touched her palm and found it was indeed ice-cold. Just as he was thinking of sending her back to the palace, he heard the voice of his seventeenth brother, Shulang: "Your Majesty, you are so easy to find."
Then, a handsome prince emerged from the plum garden. It was none other than the civet cat Yunli.
As soon as Yunli approached, he saw that there was another person in the emperor's arms. He laughed in his heart, wondering which beautiful woman was unwilling to be idle in the cold winter and braved the wind and snow to "accidentally meet" his good brother.
"Why is Yunli here?" Yinzhen said as he gently patted the person in his arms. A beautiful face emerged from the thick cloak, smiled gently at him, and bowed: "This concubine pays respects to Prince Guo."
"I dare not." Yun Li hurriedly returned the greeting. Seeing that the beauty's face was a little pale, he was afraid that she was frozen in the snow. He turned around and apologized to the emperor:
"I shouldn't have disturbed the Emperor, but the Empress's wife was worried about my brother's health, so Seventeen had no choice but to follow him secretly. It's getting late now, my brother, would you like to go back first to avoid worrying everyone?"
Yinzhen had no intention of staying any longer, so he started to pull Lingrong down the slope. However, the girl struggled a little and whispered to him, "I, your concubine, would like to see the beauty who just recited the poem!"
Unfortunately, Zhen Huan had already slipped away quietly, so how could she be found?
When he arrived at the garden gate, he saw Su Peisheng and He Ronglu waiting there. It was obvious that there was more than one person who had left the palace servants behind to go out for fun alone.
The emperor looked behind him and saw that the guilty girl had lowered her head, leaving only her black hair facing everyone.
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