Zhong Zhiheng nodded to Qing Xing, then strode into the side hall. As soon as he saw Concubine Hui standing up to greet him, he immediately smiled and held Concubine Hui's fair and slender hand with one hand, laughing softly: "My beloved concubine, you are still not asleep so late, it shows that you know I am coming."
"Yes, it is said that the minds are connected. Your Majesty is thinking about me, so I should return the favor, right?" Hui Fei smiled faintly and let Zhong Zhiheng pull her towards the bedroom. Seeing Zhong Zhiheng's anxious expression, Hui Fei couldn't help but remind him, "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother's mourning period has not yet ended."
"I don't care, I can't wait any longer..." Zhong Zhiheng said in a rough voice, while carrying Hui Fei horizontally into the bedroom, and asked Hui Fei while panting, "Are you feeling better?"
When the little prince died, Concubine Hui was still in confinement after childbirth. She was already weak, and the pain of losing her son was added to the blow. Her health had not been good since then. It took her several months of recuperation for her health to get better. That's why Zhong Zhiheng asked this question.
"If I say it's not good, will Your Majesty let me go?" Concubine Hui looked at Zhong Zhiheng with seductive eyes. Her gaze seemed to contain a little hook, which made Zhong Zhiheng feel tense all over.
"Of course... I won't let you go..." The next second, Zhong Zhiheng tore open Concubine Hui's skirt belt, and amid Concubine Hui's screams of surprise and joy, he threw Concubine Hui on the bed, and then pressed her down.
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After a round of lovemaking, Zhong Zhiheng lay exhausted on the bed, drowsy. Concubine Hui stuffed a pillow behind Zhong Zhiheng and called Qingxing to bring in some ginseng soup, feeding it to Zhong Zhiheng spoonful by spoonful. Zhong Zhiheng drank more than half a bowl of the soup and felt better. He let Concubine Hui wipe the sweat off his face and sighed, "Jinghui, you are so considerate..."
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about? I am your woman, so I should be considerate to you," Jinghui said as she helped Zhong Zhiheng lie down again. She added with some worry, "Your Majesty, please don't stay up late every day reviewing memorials. You stay up so late every day, and you are thinner than before. It makes me feel bad when I see you."
"Okay, I won't stay up late to review memorials in the future. I will come to you every night," Zhong Zhiheng held Jinghui's fair arm back and forth, smiling frivolously, "I'm afraid that if I come to you every night, I will lose more weight."
"Your Majesty! You are teasing me again. I won't tolerate it!" Hui Fei said angrily. She sat up suddenly, and then her silk pajamas slipped off her shoulders, revealing her porcelain-white body and green bellyband. Hui Fei was embarrassed and shocked. She was about to put on her pajamas, but she was blocked by Zhong Zhiheng. Zhong Zhiheng also sat up straight, staring at Hui Fei's white flesh with his dim eyes. His breathing became heavier and heavier. Hui Fei's face was already red. She covered her chest and said delicately, "Your Majesty, you...what are you doing?"
"What do you think I want to do?" Zhong Zhiheng panted even harder, "I... I really want to die in your arms and legs."
"Your Majesty, are you really willing to die in the arms of my tenderness?" Concubine Hui spoke with a smile and charm.
"Why wouldn't I want to?" Zhong Zhiheng stared at Concubine Hui's fair skin, his withered fingers lingering on it, as if he couldn't let go. While feeling the smoothness under his fingertips, he couldn't help but sigh, "If only I were twenty years younger..."
"Your Majesty is in his prime, and I cannot bear his vigor. Besides, isn't there Dean Qin who is looking after His Majesty's health?" Hui Fei said with a smile, while reaching out to hold Zhong Zhiheng's hand, and said calmly, "Dean Qin's medical skills are so great, he is naturally capable of helping His Majesty live longer."
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