Chapter 9: Sleeping with the King Part 3
Cicadas chirped and frogs croaked, and in the dim night, the shadows of the treetops swayed gently in the wind.
Lin An leaned against the vermilion door frame, listening to the hidden sounds behind him, and his tense body relaxed little by little.
To be honest, it’s been several days since His Majesty has come to the harem. The court is busy with government affairs, and His Majesty has little time to think about them.
When he was helping him wash up, he noticed that His Majesty's mind had faded. He thought about it for a while and was about to ask someone to bring the dragon sedan chair, but he didn't expect...
The noise inside gradually became louder, and Lin An could sense something different even through the door. He shook his head and praised Shen Wanyi for her good tactics. In just a short while, she had made His Majesty interested again.
He made two clicks of the tongue and pointed at the servants at the door and ordered, "Stay away."
The servants didn't dare to get close, so naturally the farther away the better.
Lin An leaned alone against the vermilion carved door frame, looked up at the moonlight above his head and sighed silently in his heart again.
This Shen Wanyi is really capable.
Lin An kept calling Chen Wanyi, but he didn't know that Chen Wanyi, who was currently receiving the emperor's grace in his eyes, was now huddled behind the square, squatting on a low stool with a pale face.
The room was not big, with only a secret door behind the bed. Just to be on the safe side, Shen Qingru hid behind as soon as she put Shen Fu on the bed.
She had this specially built. Although the cabinet looks ordinary to the naked eye, it actually contains a lot of secrets.
At least it was big enough to accommodate her.
His Majesty has always liked cleanliness and always takes a bath before and after doing anything. She just needed to wait here until the job was done, and then get Shen Fu down while the Emperor went to wash up.
If I can take over the place of Li, this matter will be foolproof.
The space was so small that we didn't even dare to light a candle. The small palm-sized place only had a ventilation window at the back.
The tiny noises could be heard even outside the door. How could Shen Qingru not hear them through a thin wooden board?
She supported herself on the long rosewood table with one hand, her fingertips already deformed from being pinched. The noise in the room couldn't be stopped, and Shen Qingru trembled all over when she heard it.
Fengchun couldn't bear it and quietly reached out to cover her ears.
But just as he stretched out his hand, Shen Qingru waved it away. She raised her head, her face pale.
In the dark night, it was clear that those crystal clear eyes were filled with tears.
Fengchun looked at his red palms, then at his mistress's face in agony, and after a lot of twists and turns in his mind, he had no choice but to let go.
Now the young lady must be feeling extremely uncomfortable.
It was clear that His Majesty came to her room, and she should have been the one to sleep with him tonight. But now I can only stay here in this small corner, listening to how His Majesty loves others...
This is cruel enough for any woman.
It was hot in summer, and even if there was a breeze through the gaps, it would be evaporated by the heat.
Shen Qingru was wearing the same pajamas and was already covered in sweat.
His eyes were already red from staying up late, and suddenly there was a sound, as if something rolled off the bed.
Shen Qingru felt as if something was grabbing her heart and she stood up suddenly. Fengchun behind her hurriedly reached out and grabbed her.
"My lady." Fengchun lowered his voice, his face turning pale with fear. She shook her head to signal Shen Qingru not to move.
A mosquito-sized voice said quickly: "Your Majesty is still here."
As if in response to her voice, an exclamation slowly sounded.
Behind the moon-covered curtain, Chen Fu leaned tiredly on the emperor's shoulder. Her long hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, covering the blush on her cheeks.
She breathed slightly, so tired that she could hardly stretch out her hands.
His Majesty has broad shoulders and a wide waist, a slender figure, and has spent many years in the military camp, so he is much taller than ordinary people.
Chen Fu had found it difficult to serve him in her previous life, and it took nearly half a year before things got a little better.
At this time, she was just about to reach marriage age, so naturally she had to endure much more hardships than before.
Thinking of what happened just now, Shen Fu couldn't help but tremble.
The person in his arms couldn't help but tremble slightly. Xiao Yu's originally extinguished thoughts were like a wildfire in the weeds, burning again in an instant.
His Adam's apple rolled, he opened his eyes, reached out to hold the waist under his palm, and pulled the person into his arms.
Shen Fu was unable to dodge and stumbled into His Majesty's arms again.
She placed her palm against her chest, and Shen Fu's heart tightened in fear when she felt the temperature in her palm.
Her hands and feet were already weak at this point. If it happened again, she would probably fall apart.
"Your Majesty..." Shen Fu's voice trembled slightly, and she stretched out her fingers to block the emperor's body.
A soft and boneless hand fell on his shoulder. Shen Fu didn't dare to use force and gently pushed him out: "No... No."
Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, and followed the movements of the possessed person.
He raised his eyes, and in the dim candlelight, he saw at a glance the pitiful and lovely appearance of the virgin lying in his arms.
The impatience in his heart disappeared instantly, and he was not annoyed. When he spoke, he laughed softly in his throat: "Why not?"
There are so many concubines in the harem, but no one has ever said such words to him.
This feeling was both novel and surprising to him, but he did not feel unhappy at all.
Shen Fu was exhausted, and her curled fingertips had no strength left. She only stretched out her hand and placed it on the emperor's face but didn't dare to let go: "I..."
She knew that at this time she should call herself a concubine. Now she was Shen Qingru, and in front of the emperor she was just an obedient and sensible concubine.
But Shen Fu didn't want to.
Her fingertips fell on the emperor's face. Shen Fu leaned closer, her palm-sized face showing extreme grievance, and she whispered, "I'm tired."
After all, the man in front of her is the emperor. Shen Fu has been afraid of him for many years. How can he change overnight?
She swallowed her saliva, and after she finished speaking, Yu stretched out her hand and hooked the emperor's fingertips: "Your Majesty, please let me take a rest..."
The woman's charming voice was clear and pleasant, and even the hand in her palm was soft and boneless.
Xiao Yu's broad palm was pulled into her palms. He looked down at her, and in the dim candlelight, saw the marks on her body.
The hand that was holding the waist just dropped down.
As soon as the hot palm fell, Shen Fu breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that His Majesty wanted to let her go.
The hands immediately relaxed as if relieved.
Chen Fu was too tired to open her eyes. She rubbed her chin on the emperor's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.
The woman in his arms was weak and timid. Just as Xiao Yu was about to withdraw, he heard the sound of breathing coming from her arms.
“Shen Wanyi?”
The curtain of Jiaoyue gauze was quite thick, and even when candlelight came in, it was only dim to see.
The woman was just leaning on his shoulder, sleeping soundly. Xiao Yu thought of her words of being tired just now, so he softened his hand.
The bell rang just twice, and Lin An, who had his eyes closed outside the house, suddenly opened his eyes.
Your Majesty is not in a good mood tonight?
While he was thinking about it, he quickly asked someone to bring the bathtub in.
Lin An entered the inner hall and was about to speak when Xiao Yu came down wearing an outer robe.
He hurried forward, bent over and shouted, "Long live the Lord..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, a gaze came over his head. Xiao Yu put on his outer robe with one hand, glanced at the bed behind him, and whispered, "No talking."
Lin An's eyes widened instantly, and he glanced at the bed several times, then hurriedly followed the Emperor.
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