Chapter 8 Chapter 8
The atmosphere that was charming just now suddenly turned cold.
The emperor raised his hand and stroked Yuan Mu's face.
His expression was extremely cold, and his eyes were dark: "Why did you suddenly think of this?"
The smile in the emperor's eyes faded quickly.
He was handsome, but his dark, almond-shaped eyes were sharp and often gave off a cold look when he wasn't smiling.
The emperor's temperament appears calm and indifferent, but in fact he is quite moody and unpredictable.
Even in bed, if Yuan Mu occasionally said something wrong, his expression would suddenly become cold.
She was completely unable to withstand all these methods.
Yuan Mu was very afraid of angering the emperor, so when he saw that he had stopped smiling, he immediately lowered his eyes.
The thick, long eyelashes trembled and drooped, casting a crow-feather-like silhouette on the eyelids.
Her slender fingers were curled up, her face was pale, and her soft red lips were slightly pursed.
Yuan Mu has a somewhat cold temperament.
It is absolutely transcendent and graceful, like a stream reflecting the bright moon.
At this moment, the expression on that gentle face was tense and helpless.
The dependence that emerged just now seemed to be just an illusion of the emperor.
If it were any other day, he would never let it go so easily.
From the night she entered the palace, or from the moment the imperial edict came into effect, Yuan Mu would always be the emperor's concubine.
She could only stay by his side while she was alive.
Even if he died, he could only be buried in the imperial mausoleum.
A long time ago, the emperor was very puzzled as to where Yuan Mu got the courage to say that he wanted to leave him.
He even suppressed the fact that she had lost her virginity before marriage and had someone else in her heart.
Yuan Mu dared to frequently get involved with his old lover and even met that person privately several times.
It can be seen from her fearful expression as she lowered her eyes and pursed her lips that the emperor was fine.
He pinched Yuan Mu's jaw, forced her to raise her face, and asked slowly: "Did someone bully you? Or did someone say something to you?"
The emperor's knuckles were cold, but Yuan Mu felt as if they were burned.
But her jaw was pinched, and she couldn't even avoid the emperor's gaze.
Yuan Mu pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "No, Your Majesty, I just, just..."
There was a flickering light in her clear eyes.
He said no, but he looked like he was about to cry.
"It's okay," the emperor touched Yuan Mu's forehead, "Talk to me."
He loosened his grip on her and rubbed the red mark on her jaw with his fingertips.
Snow-white skin is so tender that red marks will appear if you are not careful.
Yuan Mu rubbed his eyes, and his body finally felt less tense.
Her eyes were slightly red, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "I have been in the palace for two years, and I still can't give birth to a prince for you. I am afraid..."
Before Yuan Mu could finish his words, his throat choked again.
Her thin back trembled like a bullied child.
Yuan Mu has been in the palace for two years, but at most, she is only seventeen years old.
Nowadays, it is popular to marry late. Ordinary families will keep their daughters for a few more years, and wealthy families will even keep them until they are twenty.
In the palace, Yuan Mu is extremely immature.
Otherwise, she would not have been deceived by such an ordinary man and even gave away her most precious chastity.
The emperor sighed softly, put his arm around Yuan Mu's slender waist and hugged her in his arms.
He kissed the side of her neck and murmured, "What else do you have to be afraid of?"
The emperor's voice was very light, soft as the wind.
Pamper, indulge, and love.
All the gentle emotions seemed to be hidden in this sentence.
Yuan Mu didn't understand what was going on. Just as he raised his eyes, the thin strap of the small dress behind his snow-white neck was untied.
After she took a bath, she was carried back by the emperor with only a piece of clothing left on her body.
When the emperor's knuckles brushed against the roots of his legs, Yuan Mu couldn't help but tremble, and had no time to think.
His voice was hoarse. “Since you’re worried about this, instead of worrying in vain, you might as well do something practical.”
Yuan Mu's breathing was disordered, and when she was suddenly picked up, her tears flowed out.
Floating in the inner tent was the fragrance emanating from her body.
Yuan Mu was like a fish swimming on the chopping board.
She tried to struggle, but her waist was held tightly and her soft red lips were kissed by the emperor, making it impossible for her to breathe.
It can only drift like a small boat in the wind and waves.
It's hard to hold on to reason at this moment.
Yuan Mu tried his best to resist, but the emperor soon grabbed his ankles and pushed him into deeper water.
She closed her eyes, and at a certain moment, she forgot to struggle anymore.
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No dreams all night.
The next day, Yuan Mu couldn't get up.
At noon, the emperor returned from court, and she was still sleeping.
A thin white arm hung by the bed, with deep red pinch marks faintly visible on the wrist.
The jade-like slender neck, the round white shoulders, and the thin and lonely back were all covered with bruises.
Even the delicate butterfly bones were marked.
Yuan Mu fell asleep near dawn.
She was sleeping soundly, breathing slowly and slowly.
Yuan Mu had been having nightmares recently, and it was rare for him to sleep so well this time.
The emperor leaned over, gently stroked her forehead, and then covered her with the quilt again.
The fire dragon in the Ziwei Palace was burning fiercely.
Yuan Mu was afraid of heat, so he always liked to stretch out his arms and legs when sleeping at night, and then hug the quilt like a little octopus.
Usually, this kind of thing is done by the maids.
They are all better at taking care of people than the emperor, and are more trusted and liked by Yuan Mu.
The emperor sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Yuan Mu for a long time.
Only after the eunuch came and told him that Empress Yuan had arrived did he get up and leave.
Coincidentally, Yuan Mu woke up shortly after the emperor left.
Her throat was so dry and painful that she subconsciously called the maid. After a while, no one answered and she remembered that she had stayed overnight in Ziwei Palace.
My body hurts so much.
Yuan Mu bit his lip and frowned.
She felt uncomfortable all over, and when she sat up, she felt as if all her bones were pierced.
Yuan Mu was in great pain, but his throat hurt the most.
I want to drink water.
She was not familiar with the Ziwei Palace and felt weak.
The golden tent hung down in layers, and it took Yuan Mu all his strength just to pry it apart.
She looked around for a long time and finally found the cups and plates on the low table on the west side.
Yuan Mu reluctantly found a robe to put on, knelt on the diamond-shaped carpet, and poured a glass of water with trembling hands.
After drinking more than half a cup of tea, my dry throat was finally moistened and I was no longer so thirsty.
Usually when Yuan Mu woke up, the emperor was there.
He has a lot of things to do, so he will arrange for someone to send her back to the palace.
Yuan Mu rarely stays here, but it's like this every time.
She hesitated for a moment, and without waiting for the eunuch to come and check on the situation, she simply tied her belt and walked out of the inner hall.
The outer robe is loose and has a plain wavy pattern.
It looks like casual clothes.
Yuan Mu didn't know whether it belonged to the emperor or hers.
She could only pray that this was what she had left here before.
Just as Yuan Mu was about to walk out, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
"It's just an ordinary birthday, not a full tenth," Empress Yuan said, flattered. "Why are you going to all this trouble? It really makes me feel bad."
The emperor said softly, "It only happens once a year, so it must be grand."
"Take another look. Besides the gift list," he pushed the scroll toward the Queen, "is there anything else you would like?"
Between husband and wife, it is important to respect each other like guests and treat each other as equals.
Like the sun and the moon, whether close or distant, they respect and love each other.
It’s different for concubines.
When marrying a wife, marry a virtuous one; when taking a concubine, marry one who is beautiful.
No one would ask for respect from a concubine.
Concubines are men's playthings in bed and tools for expanding the family.
Not only the noble families, but also the royal family is like this.
Yuan Mu stood behind the half-open door, her clothes all messy and dirty, listening to the conversation between her sister and brother-in-law.
She hadn't felt this kind of breathlessness for a long time.
It felt like the air in my chest had been squeezed out.
The silent pain is long and subtle.
Yuan Mu pursed her lips, and walked barefoot on the diamond-patterned carpet back to the bed.
The golden tent was like a gorgeous high cage. She curled up in it, and her long eyelashes were wet and felt too heavy to lift.
The emperor has something to do in the afternoon.
After meeting the queen and briefly explaining some things, he left the Ziwei Palace.
When the emperor returned, the eunuch said Yuan Mu had left.
She was very obedient and never asked him for anything. After they were intimate, she never stayed with him for a moment.
I originally wanted to give her something yesterday.
He actually prepared a lot, including gold, jade, money, land, and servants.
If nothing else, at least his position should be raised.
Zhaoyi's rank is still too low.
Any of the four concubines could bully her.
She is good-tempered and can tolerate anything, but he is not so good-tempered.
But Yuan Mu's words about wanting to leave the palace suddenly disrupted all the emperor's arrangements.
I had planned to wait until she woke up to talk to her, but I didn't expect her to run away so quickly.
He looked at the empty bed curtains, and his already dark eyes became even darker, as if no light could penetrate them.
Why am I always so anxious to leave him?
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After the last incident, Yuan Mu rested in Qingning Palace for two days.
She often needs to rest to have enough energy.
In addition, Empress Yuan's birthday is coming soon, and Yuan Mu, as her biological sister and a member of the harem, must be present no matter what.
Fortunately, the emperor did not come again in the past two days.
He only asked the imperial physician to send back some medicine, which was a tonic.
It is said to nourish the body, but in fact it helps with pregnancy.
Yuan Muchai drank a few times when he was in favor of the emperor.
She couldn't get used to bitter medicine, so the emperor never ordered anyone to prepare it for her again.
The porcelain bottle contained pills. The eunuch who presented them smiled broadly, "Your Majesty, these were specially prepared by His Majesty. You can take them directly."
"It's frosted with sugar," he said flatteringly, "so it won't be bitter."
Yuan Mu asked the maid to take it, and then politely asked someone to send the eunuch away.
But after turning around, she put the porcelain bottle away.
Tomorrow is the Qianqiu Festival, and there will be a lot of things happening in the entire harem recently.
The empress was the mother of the country, and her birthday was a national festival. All ladies from both the imperial court and the imperial court had to come to the court to pay homage to her, and vassal states also had to send envoys to pay homage to her.
The banquet was held at Jinming Lake.
The ceremony will officially begin tomorrow, but it is already very lively today.
When Yuan Mu went there, everywhere was decorated with lights and colorful decorations.
There will be a fireworks display tomorrow.
The trees are bright and the stars are shining.
I don’t know how exciting it will be.
Yuan Mu fell ill last year and had a high fever for several days. He completely missed such a feast. He only heard others talk about how lively it was.
The late queen’s Thousand Autumn Festival was in the summer.
But Yuan Muchu spent all his summers at Qingyun Temple.
It is separated from the secular world. The hustle and bustle of the imperial city belongs to the imperial city and has little to do with Qingyun Temple.
When Yuan Mu was young, he dreamed of seeing what the legendary emperor, empress, and crown prince looked like.
To her, they were like people in the clouds.
When Yuan Mu got off the carriage, the palace servants in charge of rituals and music were already testing the salute.
There were bursts of music and booming salutes.
The golden light illuminates the darkness, and the dead winter turns into spring at this moment.
Yuan Mu was standing at an inopportune time and was covered in the golden rain.
She was wearing a plain white cloak, and her shoulders were shining with golden light.
The palace maid realized that she had caused a big disaster and had bumped into Concubine Zhaoyi. She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely and wanted to come over in a hurry.
But before the others came over, the first thing Yuan Mu saw was a pair of smiling eyes.
The King of Chu was dressed in red, his eyes curved with a smile: "It's really unfortunate that we meet, sister-in-law."
Once upon a time, there was also an old friend like this, who smiled in the same way and said the same words to her in a gentle tone.
The moment he raised his eyes, Yuan Mu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
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