Xie Zhou came over.
Huan Yue looked at him and asked, "Why are you here so late?"
Xie Zhou knew about Gong Yun's murder and came to comfort his wife.
Hold them and comfort them gently.
Huan Yue snorted, "Hmph, it wasn't just her problem to begin with. He should handle it."
Xie Zhou was enjoying his meal immensely, and his wife was munching sweetly. It's late; shall we do something?
Huan Yue thought he was going to be a thief?
Xie Zhou wanted to make her his wife, take her home, and have her sleep in his bed.
On this cold day, the two of them huddled together for warmth. Isn't the wife supposed to be energy-efficient? The two of them sleeping together is actually quite energy-efficient.
Huan Yue noticed that he was warm; young people are often hot-blooded.
Actually, she had just gotten married, and her new clothes and bedding were warm; it was colder for those living in the mountains.
Huan Yue vaguely remembered that when he was a child, he used to sleep under a quilt that weighed more than ten kilograms, and it was still cold outside.
Wouldn't it be nice if Xie Zhou held his wife and slept in the same bed? He's still quite honest.
Huan Yue closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Xie Zhou opened his eyes. A strong wind was blowing outside; it was about to snow.
Zichan Mountain has snow, but the terrain isn't unfamiliar, although those who live on the mountain year-round are probably more familiar with it.
Zichan Mountain dared to openly attack the royal army; their evil deeds are well-documented.
Those who stir up trouble aim to complicate the situation and help the rebels escape.
It's like being tripped up, caught in a dilemma, and all you can do is let it go.
If this continues, the situation in Great Zhao will inevitably worsen! Until one day, it will be utterly destroyed.
How many people actually want the Great Zhao Dynasty to continue? Anyway, people like Zichanshan and Princess Yicheng don't care; their hearts have long since turned wild.
Zichan Mountain thought that occupying that small area would make him king and hegemon, and even wanted to be the king himself. Well then, let's send him to heaven!
Huan Yue was sleeping soundly.
Xie Zhou looked at her, impressed by her audacity. The original Pei Shi would never have dared to act this way.
Xie Zhou held her tightly; this was the one he loved most.
It has nothing to do with being strange; like Han Oumo or Kong Zhenjun, it's a problem with the people themselves.
Huan Yue wasn't sleeping well, so he kicked him.
Xie Zhou was almost asleep when he was kicked awake.
His wife could kill him with a single kick.
The eunuchs outside dared not sleep soundly, fearing that His Highness would die before them, so they crept over quietly.
Xie Zhou cursed.
The eunuch slipped away. If His Highness is still angry, perhaps a few more beatings from the Empress will toughen him up.
Xie Zhou was numb for a while, but when he recovered, the pain returned, so he bit his wife's face.
Huan Yue waved his hand.
Xie Zhou quickly shrank back; even a tortoise would find a place to hide.
Huan Yue woke up groggily and looked at the scoundrel. "Does he have to go to sleep?"
Xie Zhou was convinced. If anyone dared to do anything to her while she was sleeping, they would most likely be the ones being taken advantage of.
Xie Zhou wanted to do it, and was willing to be done with it. His wife had already closed her eyes and was sleeping soundly.
Xie Zhou gave her a kiss and said, "Go to sleep." What more could he want from holding his wife?
This world will surely belong to the Xie family!
He only has one wife!
Behind it, is the Dark Fragrance Courtyard.
Luo Yaohui couldn't sleep. Chang Ziyu had been beaten again. How could anyone withstand repeated beatings?
But Luo Yaohui was unwilling to accept it. Many things are a lie to say you accept your fate; only by refusing to accept fate can you defy destiny and change it.
Luo Yaohui doesn't need to worry about the Crown Prince being gone; the Crown Prince will most likely still be Xie Zhou.
If there isn't a Crown Princess, then another one can be taken in. No one, regardless of who they are, would do that.
Luo Yaohui was a scholar, and she had never seen a crown princess like this in books.
After thinking for a long time, Luo Yaohui decided she should contact Han Oumo.
Han Oumo is a special individual; perhaps he can bring down Huan Yue. Perhaps he can achieve even greater things.
Besides Han Oumo, Wang Chuyuan is also a good choice.
Wang Chuyuan has the means, Prince Yongning has the power, and Luo Yaohui can rise to prominence on the spot.
I woke up to find it dark and the north wind howling.
Luo Yaohui wanted to start a fire, only to realize she had no charcoal.
It's already the end of October, isn't everyone keeping their houses warm? Luo Yaohui is looking for someone.
The eunuch, dressed warmly, said lazily, "Consort Di said to cut expenses. Luo Chenghui needs to calm down."
When the eunuch saw Caiwei, he instructed her again, "If your coat isn't warm enough, go and get a new one. A new coat is much more economical."
Caiwei thanked her carefully: "I have already received two new ones."
The Empress is actually quite generous; everyone has new clothes, and there should be another set for the New Year.
Luo Yaohui's share of the rank was much higher than that of the palace maids, but are they the same thing?
It's not like we're using our allotted allowance to light the stove. Luo Yaohui told someone, "Go and ask Lady Huan."
The palace maid replied, "Empress Huan hasn't lit the stove yet. Is Luo Chenghui even more delicate than the Empress?"
Luo Yaohui was furious!
That's a fallen Pei family! They never burned firewood for Pei Huanyue before!
Could someone like Di Baose endure it?
The palace maid thought to herself, how does Luo Yaohui compare to Consort Di? Consort Di is His Highness's cousin.
Half of the people in the Eastern Palace had to give face to Consort Di. This included various officials in the Eastern Palace.
Half of the people in the Eastern Palace had to give Guo Liangdi face, including His Highness. But who was Luo Yaohui?
Luo Yaohui spun around angrily.
The palace maid thought to herself that this would keep her warm. After all, she was eating well every meal, and moving around more was good for her health.
Yang Chu'er came out and asked the eunuch, "Could you light a stove for Consort Chang?"
The eunuch asked, "Do you think you're more lively just because you were spared thirty strokes of the cane? It's not that His Highness forgot, but you're lying down and need to be served and your medicine is wasted. If you really want to lie down, you can save on the medicine and the service."
A cold wind blew, and Yang Chu'er's nose started to run.
Some clothes need to be made by hand, but Yang Chu'er didn't make any.
The main point is to wear less to make your figure look better. How can you look like a ball if you're dressed like that? When there's a stove and it's warm, you naturally wear less.
The eunuch snorted coldly, "Living is a waste of food." He left; he had plenty of things to do.
The servants don't have stoves to light unless it's too cold. Her Majesty has prepared ones for everyone and even taught them how to prevent fires.
The Hall of Cheng'en in Qing'e Palace.
Huan Yue is practicing the Eight-Section Brocade.
Yan Boxuan chuckled to himself.
Huan Yue wasn't worried about him ruining his training; he was basically a ball now, and couldn't bend into any position.
Yan Boxuan wanted to take off his little python robe, but was suppressed by his older sister.
The siblings were constantly bickering, but Xie Fufu had given up. She only needed to teach her bratty younger brother a lesson, and she could pretend to be refined and dignified when necessary.
Princess Yongmu came to see the two of them, knowing she was just causing trouble for her aunt.
Yan Boxuan hugged his aunt and bullied her.
Princess Yongmu slapped his little bottom.
"Awooo!" Yan Boxuan cried out joyfully!
Xie Fufu was ashamed! He was dressed thickly, so apart from his aunt's slaps, it wouldn't hurt if someone hit him.
Princess Yongmu was carried away.
Yan Boxuan shouted, "Your Majesty! Baby wants to play with Your Majesty!"
Princess Yongmu asked, "Weren't we supposed to be reading yesterday?"
Yan Boxuan looked at his aunt. When did this happen? How could he possibly want to study? Aunt, don't try to fool him.
Princess Yongmu said seriously: "If you don't study, your aunt won't like you."
Yan Boxuan craned his neck but couldn't see his aunt. Haha, his aunt smells pretty good too.
The eunuch came to report: "The Yan family sent the people away, and the scene was quite lively. Luan Sheng may be chasing after Liu Ting."
Princess Yongmu was chilled by the wind. Would many people give up on life like this?
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