Chapter 65: Handing Over to the Lord
After arriving at Chaoyang Palace and washing and dressing, the palace maid took Song Zhao to the inner chamber.
She took small steps when she entered, and when she saw Xiao Jingheng kneeling to salute, her brows furrowed.
Xiao Jingheng noticed her discomfort and helped her sit on the warm seat.
"What's wrong, my dear? What's wrong with you?"
"Your Majesty, you still ask..." Song Zhao blushed and gently patted him on the chest, then looked at the dragon table beside him.
"It's all because of what the emperor did the night before yesterday... Not only did it hurt my back, but my waist was also sore for a long time."
The night before yesterday, when Song Zhao came to serve him in bed, the two of them changed the battlefield. They just put a pillow on the dragon table and began the most primitive exploration.
They both had a great time that night. Xiao Jingheng liked to look at Song Zhao's beautiful face reflected in the candlelight from the front.
Especially the frowns and smiles when doing that, which made her look extremely seductive.
Listening to Song Zhao's coquettish behavior, he put his hands on Song Zhao's waist and gently massaged it, lowering his voice and laughing:
"It's all my fault. I don't know who hugged me so tightly. You scratched my back."
Song Zhao groaned and buried her head deeper in his arms.
"Your Majesty always says these things, which makes me feel embarrassed."
“Hahahahaha~”
Xiao Jingheng smiled brightly and stroked Song Zhao's hair lovingly.
He liked Song Zhao like this. They were like two different people on and off the couch. Her charm and shyness made Xiao Jingheng even more fascinated by her.
He wanted to say something indecent to tease Song Zhao, but after touching the hairpin on her bun, his movements suddenly froze.
When he looked down and saw the magnolia flower tassels on the hairpin, he naturally thought of another person.
Seeing that he was silent, Song Zhao asked, "What is the emperor thinking about?"
"Do you like Xinyi?"
"Yes." Song Zhao nodded obediently. "The magnolia flower blooms only after all its leaves have fallen, and bears fruit only after all its flowers have withered. When I was a child, my father told me that this is the only flower in the world that is so focused. I like its character."
Xiao Jingheng also asked Concubine Chen the same question.
However, the concubine Chen was illiterate and her answer was not as profound as Song Zhao's.
She only said that she liked the beauty and fragrance of magnolia, and that because she met Xiao Jingheng under the magnolia tree, the flower had a special meaning to her, so she liked it more.
As he was recalling the past, he heard the beauty in his arms groan, so he asked, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
Song Zhao said, "I felt a little uncomfortable when I woke up this morning. I thought it was nothing serious so I didn't call the doctor. But I didn't expect it to get worse at night."
Seeing her trembling slightly in his arms, Xiao Jingheng no longer had the heart to torment her.
So he said, "It's my fault that I lost my sense of proportion. I will personally send you back and let the imperial physician who stayed on duty treat you."
On the way Xiao Jingheng sent Song Zhao back to the palace, he rode in the same sedan chair with her in order to take care of her.
Normally, Song Zhao would have refused such a thing, but perhaps their relationship had become closer, so today Song Zhao did not say anything to spoil the fun.
On the way back to the palace, Song Zhao snuggled in Xiao Jingheng's arms and said coquettishly, "I can't bear to leave the emperor."
Xiao Jingheng stroked her shoulders, "What should we do? How about I stay in Yaohua Palace tonight to accompany you?"
Song Zhao hurriedly shook her head and said, "Only the head of a palace can allow the emperor to stay overnight. I dare not overstep my authority."
She looked through the window screen that was blown up by the wind, at the dark blue night sky filled with stars like broken jade, and said happily: "Tonight there are no clouds in the sky, and the night is particularly beautiful. Would the emperor accompany me to appreciate the night?"
Xiao Jingheng said: "Okay, it's up to you."
As winter approaches, the weather starts to get colder and colder, and it is unrealistic to get out of the sedan chair and stand in the wind to admire the moon.
So the two of them could only sit in the sedan chair and enjoy the scenery through a small window.
From Chaoyang Palace to Yaohua Palace, the shortest route is along the long street.
The long street and the high red walls are not conducive to enjoying the scenery.
After Jiang Deshun knew that his master wanted to admire the stars and the moon, he ordered the palace servants carrying the sedan chair to take another slightly longer route.
Although the journey is long, the advantage is that the view is wide and the master can enjoy it.
Originally, Xiao Jingheng held Song Zhao in his arms, and they were chatting and laughing while watching the moon with her.
But when passing Guangyang Gate, Xiao Jingheng suddenly became much quieter.
This path will definitely pass through Guangyang Gate.
On both sides of Guangyang Gate, it was where magnolia was planted on a large scale in the palace.
When I passed by this place, it was not the season for magnolia flowers to bloom, so the branches were bare. The bright moonlight shining down made the shadows of the trees look even more lonely and desolate.
Xiao Jingheng recalled the day when he first met the Concubine Chen. The magnolia tree was full of flowers, and the wind blew the flowers off. The woman dancing in the rain of flowers was so graceful and beautiful.
At that time, Chen Fei was about the same age as Song Zhao is now.
Innocent and prone to temper, although he may be jealous, he will never do anything behind others' backs.
Same scene, same people.
It seems that nothing has changed, but everything is different.
The imperial sedan chair landed outside the gate of Yaohua Palace.
Xiao Jingheng helped Song Zhao get out of the sedan chair and told her,
"The imperial physician will come to see you later. After you take the medicine, you should rest early. If you still feel uncomfortable tomorrow morning, ask for leave from the queen and have a good rest for two days."
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."
Song Zhao hooked his arm around Xiao Jingheng's neck, stood on tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
"It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Your Majesty should return to the palace as soon as possible."
Xiao Jingheng smiled dotingly and scratched her delicate little nose.
"I'll come see you again tomorrow when I'm free."
After he saw Song Zhao off to the palace, as he was getting back on the sedan chair, Jiang Deshun waved the whisk in his hand and said:
"The Emperor is returning to the palace."
But after taking two steps, Xiao Jingheng in the sedan said,
"I'm going to see Concubine Chen."
Jiang Deshun was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon he said in a serious tone:
"Go to Yonghe Palace!"
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