"Your Majesty, don't let your imagination run wild. The Emperor might come tomorrow. Besides, you can always go to the Yangxin Palace."
Sheng Xiyan lay down, closed her eyes, and responded softly.
Hua Xia pulled the curtains, blew out a few butter lamps and left the inner hall.
Sheng Xiyan turned over. She had jumped into the creek today and hit her tailbone, causing severe pain.
Why don’t you come and rub it for me... woooo.
I don’t know why I just want to cry. I feel sad as if I have lost everything.
My heart was twitching and twisted into a ball, accompanied by a dull stabbing pain.
Why is it so uncomfortable?
Sheng Xiyan sat up, hugged her knees, and looked out the window.
He is the emperor. After finishing his work of state affairs, he was tired, so he went to sleep first and did not come to see you.
It must be like this.
But that was not right. Ever since that night when he heard him talk about being a good teacher and helpful friend, he had changed towards her and became distant from her.
Sheng Xiyan, you are nostalgic for his love, and now that there is less intimacy, you are not used to it?
There is no awakening that is painless.
I not only want to be pampered, but also crave his love.
Although he is still very nice to me now, there is no love between us, so I feel so sad.
Sheng Xiyan, are you confused? I said I only regard the emperor as my master and treat him with sincerity.
I don’t know where the love comes from, but it is so deep.
I don't know when he entered her heart,
Realize it later.
Should love exist in the palace?
What if she gave her heart to Xuan Ling and he changed his mind?
How dare you want his heart?
He is the emperor,
His body, his mind,
First of all, it belongs to the country,
Next comes the wife, the queen, and the children...
In the rear hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, on the dragon couch.
Xuan Ling tossed and turned,
Go to sleep, you shouldn't go to see her.
When you go there, you will want to hug her.
I want to kiss her.
I want to bite her cheek.
I wanted to bury my face in the crook of her neck and inhale her scent.
Then what?
You still want to get her, possess her body, and possess her heart.
Once desire breaks through the cage, it will never stop.
If she doesn't want to, will you force her?
Yanyan, I can't bear to see you cry, I just want you to smile happily.
The next day, around noon, Hua Xia entered the inner hall, thinking that Sheng Xiyan had not gotten up yet.
But he saw her sitting behind the veil.
"My Lady? Did you just wake up?"
Sheng Xiyan turned her face, her eyelids were red and swollen, her eye sockets were black and blue, and her eye sockets were red.
"My lady, you didn't sleep all night, did you?"
Sheng Xiyan said nothing, just lay down silently, pulled up the quilt, and fell asleep in a short while.
I slept until it was almost dark and woke up, and when I woke up I said,
"Please help me dress up. I need to go to the Yangxin Palace and explain things to the Emperor."
Hua Xia said happily: "Your Majesty, this is the right way to remember it. It's better to talk about everything openly. Tell the emperor what's in your heart."
A bystander sees more clearly. How could she not see that Sheng Xiyan likes Xuan Ling?
"Hua Xia, if I tell the Emperor I want to start over, will he agree?"
"Of course he will. The Emperor has always liked you."
"You are right. I should be brave enough to fight for my happiness. It was me who pushed the emperor away before. Now I will go and apologize to him. He will surely understand that I didn't mean it."
She wanted to tell him, Your Majesty, I actually like you too.
After a tedious make-up,
In the bronze mirror, the beauty is as graceful as a floating cloud and as agile as a startled dragon.
Her face is as white as cream and her eyes are as black as lacquer.
Her lips are red, like blooming cherry blossoms.
She wore a goose yellow Bixia Luo dress embroidered with peonies, a long and winding smoke gauze skirt that dragged on the ground, and a soft green gauze in her hand.
"Your Majesty is so beautiful, the Emperor will surely like her."
Hua Xia and Mei Xiang carried palace lanterns and supported Sheng Xiyan out of the door, one on each side.
After riding the caizhang (picking stick) out of the two palaces in front of the Guanju Palace, we arrived at Changjie, which is the main road leading to the Yangxin Palace.
Just as the procession was about to turn the corner, a sedan chair came towards them.
Even in the darkness of night, Sheng Xiyan could still recognize that this was the Fengluan Chunen car.
"stop."
She called out to Cai Zhang and watched Feng Luan Chun En's carriage go farther and farther away until it disappeared at the end of the long street.
This road is like the road between her and Xuan Ling. It seems close, but it is actually very far.
I was in a trance, as if I had a dream, a dream of being obsessed with love.
But in this dark night, when I woke up from the dream, I realized that everything was fake.
Or maybe it really existed, but like the wind blowing by, it only left a brief trace.
After a pause, Sheng Xiyan said weakly, "Turn back."
Hua Xia and Mei Xiang want to persuade her, but how?
Cai Zhang returned to Guanju Palace.
In the moonlight, the rouge on Sheng Xiyan's red lips shone with a bright white light, bringing out a chill.
The corners of her beautiful lips curled up slightly, revealing a self-deprecating sneer.
"My lady, are you okay?"
Sheng Xiyan sang to the moon:
"Six palaces and twelve courtyards, nine thousand people,
Fengluan and Chuncha compete for favor and get drunk. ?
?Qingke enjoys the grand scene and beautiful ladies,
There is only one rare green plum tree.
I was in a very good mood and suddenly felt enlightened.
Bring me a pot of Du Kang tea, I want to celebrate.
What love, what affection, what love, it's pure nonsense!"
He is the emperor, what is he talking about love? Who is he trying to appease?
Why pretend to be affectionate?
Why should she take it seriously?
The East Hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was the palace where concubines slept.
Tonight, Xuan Ling turned over the green card of Concubine Yu, who was the poppy who was promoted at the Bamboo Tube Flower Arrangement Conference.
The brocade quilt was carried into the hall by two palace maids and placed on the dragon couch.
Agarwood is slowly burning in the golden dragon incense burner, with a mellow and rich fragrance.
The hall was brightly lit.
Concubine Yu secretly looked outside from under the brocade quilt.
This was her first time to serve the emperor in bed and also her first time to come to the East Hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. She must seize this rare opportunity.
Concubine Yu made sufficient preparations for this.
A faint and charming fragrance emanated from the brocade quilt.
As long as Sifu can make Emperor Xuanwu happy tonight, it is possible for her to be promoted and become a favorite concubine.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard footsteps coming from far away.
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