Chapter 10 On the face
A crescent moon passed through the exquisite corner tower, casting a hazy yellow light on the high wall. The Xihe Hall was bathed in light, looking warm and quiet.
From a distance, the palace located above the lotus pond was covered by flowers and trees, revealing the glazed tile roofs, which were like its owner, inviting people to explore.
Today, Jiang Xinyue wore a soft and gentle pink Confucian skirt, with a sky-blue ribbon tied into a big bow on her chest.
Her hair was loosely tied into a bun, with only a freshly picked pink lotus pinned on her temples. Apart from that, there was no other decoration.
She stood outside the Xihe Hall. When the evening breeze blew, the lotus petals swayed, and her clothes fluttered, as if she was dancing. She
was indescribably cute and agile.
Every time Jiang Xinyue performed a ceremony, Emperor Xuanwu would hold her arm and bring her into his arms. This time, she simply threw herself into the emperor's arms. This
saved the emperor from having to take action, and the main point was to throw herself into his arms. With such
a warm and soft jade in his arms, Emperor Xuanwu's bones were half soft.
When they walked into the palace, there was a delicate little wine pot on the table, and the faint aroma of wine wafted into their noses.
The emperor raised his eyebrows: "My beloved concubine is drinking?"
Jiang Xinyue's eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting, and she lowered them as if to convey her feelings: "Xi Que and Shuang Jiang said that I was drunk last night, and I want to see today what kind of wine can make me drunk."
She thought to herself: Why do I drink? It's just to satisfy the little unspeakable habit in your heart.
Emperor Xuanwu laughed: "So, my beloved concubine can drink a lot?"
Jiang Xinyue said anxiously: "Of course, if you don't believe me, Your Majesty, let me drink a few cups with you. I will definitely not get drunk this time."
If she won't get drunk this time, it means that she got drunk after a few cups last time.
People who can't drink well like to say that they can drink. Those who can really drink will make excuses that they can't hold their liquor.
For example, the concubines in the harem can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but when they come to him, they say they feel dizzy after drinking only two cups and go straight into his arms.
He is the emperor, not a fool. If he says he is drunk without blushing, it's just a means of inviting favor.
Unlike the one in front of him...
"Drink! Why doesn't the emperor drink anymore?"
Jiang Xinyue's face was so red that blood could drip out. Not only her face, but also her ears, neck, and even her arms were all red.
If Emperor Xuanwu was also a modern person, he would definitely know that there is a kind of person called: drinking and getting drunk.
Jiang Xinyue is more powerful, she gets drunk all over.
The beauty is intoxicated, holding the wine pot, dancing gracefully, holding the wine glass in her mouth and drinking it all in one gulp, her steps are unruly, while dancing, she staggers to open the lilac-colored light curtain in the hall.
Emperor Xuanwu deliberately led her forward, but stepped back.
Jiang Xinyue's blurred eyes seemed to be looking at him, but also seemed not to be looking at her. Her clothes were half-undressed, revealing half of her round and white shoulders, and her sunken collarbone made her even more charming.
She has seen all kinds of drunken concubines played by various female stars in movies and TV dramas eight hundred times. An Lushan was so fascinated by Concubine Yang that he started a rebellion. Could it be that she can't learn even a little bit?
Emperor Xuanwu, no matter how knowledgeable he is, has never seen a stunning beauty who traveled from thousands of years later with "The Legend of Zhen Huan", "The Secret History of Concubine Yang" and "The Legend of Wu Mei Niang" to seduce him!
The wine spilled from the lips and flowed down along the pointed chin, into the unfathomable high and steep mountain. The beauty's hair was loose, swaying, and trembling...
"Pah~"
Suddenly, with a burning look in her eyes, she threw Emperor Xuanwu to the ground, sat on him and smiled foolishly: "I caught you, don't run away!"
If Wang Dequan was here, he would inevitably sigh at Jiang Xinyue's treason.
But Emperor Xuanwu was not Wang Dequan's eunuch who didn't understand romance. He groaned and grabbed the beauty's slender waist: "I won't run away, what does Zhen Ronghua want to do to me?" The
already dizzy beauty tilted her head, trying to open her watery eyes, and shook her head hard again, shaking the lotus down, and it fell to the ground, as if it had been destroyed.
All the half-tied black hair fell down, covering Zhen Ronghua's small face, which made people feel pity and wanted to rub her into their body and love her hard.
Thinking of this, Emperor Xuanwu did it directly.
Outside the Xihe Palace, Hongxi
was caught in the quilt and begged Wang Dequan, "Eunuch Wang, my concubine's old illness has recurred, and she is crying for the emperor! I am really distressed. Can you trouble Eunuch Wang to inform her? It's really just to take a look. After my concubine falls asleep, Concubine Zhen Ronghua can send someone to invite her." It was
said lightly.
Not to mention that he didn't dare to go in and disturb the emperor and Zhen Ronghua's good things, once the emperor really went to Changchun Palace, where could he get out?
Zhen Ronghua didn't have the guts to urge the emperor, and her anger was probably directed at the eunuch.
In the future, if the emperor favors Zhen Ronghua again, and she just whispers in his ear, what will the emperor do if he doesn't like her?
He won't sacrifice his future for a little concubine.
"When the concubine is sick, she goes to the imperial hospital to ask for a doctor. The emperor is busy with all kinds of affairs and finally falls asleep. We can't let anyone disturb the emperor's sleep. Miss Hongxi, please go back."
What disturbed the emperor's sleep?
Listening to the voice coming from the Xihe Hall, Hongxi cursed Jiang Xinyue in her heart.
The coquettish and slutty little bitch only seduces the emperor to linger on the bed. She is really shameless.
But what can be done?
The emperor likes it!
No matter how angry Hongxi was, she dared not show it in front of Wang Dequan.
But after returning to Changchun Palace, Concubine Chu was inevitably angry again.
So she could only wait at the door of Xihe Hall, trying to make some noise to attract the emperor's attention.
Jiang Xinyue, who was caught by Emperor Xuanwu, was so "weak" that her eyes turned red and she just wanted to escape.
But she was drunk, and the more she twisted around, the more Emperor Xuanwu's scalp numbed, and he was on the verge of collapse.
"Don't move."
He clasped Jiang Xinyue's shoulders, buried his head in her shoulder, and tried his best to restrain himself, gently biting and kissing her skin, and being as affectionate as possible.
The red quilt fluttered in the hibiscus tent, the crackling candlelight danced, the moonlight enveloped the Xihe Hall, and a pair of mandarin ducks in the lotus pond were cuddling, so intimate
.
The lights in Changxin Palace were still on at midnight. Layue saw Concubine Li dancing with long sleeves over and over again in the palace, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, please stop dancing. If you continue dancing, your body will not be able to bear it."
After a fierce spin, Concubine Li lost her strength and fell to the ground. Layue hurried to help her. Concubine Li wiped the sweat from her forehead and said: "You are old after all. I didn't feel tired after dancing all night before."
"Your Majesty is in your prime, how can you get old?"
Layue helped her sit down distressedly: "Who in this palace doesn't know that your Majesty has the best appearance and is the one that the emperor holds in his heart?"
"Really?"
Concubine Li held her delicate face, but suddenly became unhappy: "Am I still the one that he holds in his heart?"