"It's getting late, we should rest."
Hua Qingcheng, who didn't want to continue talking about her useless physique, walked straight towards Zuo'an's dormitory.
With the palace maids' meticulous care, Hua Qingcheng bathed and washed once more, feeling refreshed. Afterward, she lay alone on her bed, eyes closed, as if she had fallen into a sweet dream. However, her slightly reddened ears betrayed her true emotions, far from the calm she appeared to be.
Zuo An's lips curled slightly, cleverly concealing his awareness of Hua Qingcheng's predicament. Originally, he planned to sleep in his clothes as usual, but when he recalled what Hua Qingcheng had said last night, he thought for a moment, then took off his coat and lay down beside Hua Qingcheng with light movements.
Just as Zuo An was about to relax and rest, he suddenly felt a gentle hand on his waist, and at the same time, a slender beautiful leg hooked around his leg. This sudden action surprised Zuo An a little, and his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly.
Feeling the fragrance and softness on his body, Zuo An slowly opened his eyes, and immediately saw Hua Qingcheng standing close by, with her pair of watery eyes. At this moment, Hua Qingcheng's beautiful big eyes, under the dim light, were as shimmering as a pool of spring water, looking particularly moving.
Zuo An's thin lips parted slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Hua Qingcheng the next moment. Hua Qingcheng tilted her head slightly, and her warm lips gently pressed against Zuo An's. However, the kiss didn't last long. Hua Qingcheng only tasted it briefly, and in a moment, she let go of him.
"Master Zuo'an has taken such great pains to teach me Qinggong. This... is a reward for you..." Hua Qingcheng said seriously, her red lips parted. Her voice carried a hint of teasing and mockery, but more of it was genuine tenderness.
After saying this, Hua Qingcheng grinned and looked at Zuo An with a smile. Her eyes were intense and passionate, flashing with the light of lingering affection, as if to melt Zuo An. Under her scorching gaze, Zuo An's cheeks couldn't help but blush slightly, and the once calm lake in his heart began to ripple.
Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but find it quite amusing to see the normally cool and handsome man in front of her display such a shy expression. The initial frustration she'd felt over her own inability to perform Qinggong (a form of martial arts) instantly vanished.
Before Zuo An could react, Hua Qingcheng had already kissed the man again. Her lips were warm and soft, brushing across Zuo An's cheek like a spring breeze, and then she gently outlined Zuo An's lips again, as if exploring some precious treasure.
As the kiss deepened, Hua Qingcheng's hands began to slowly move, gently removing their clothes. The sound of clothing falling was particularly clear in the silent room. Her movements were extremely gentle, and every subtle movement was filled with love and care, as if she was treating a unique treasure.
Zuo An was infected by Hua Qingcheng's passion, his throat rolling slightly, and then his hands involuntarily touched Hua Qingcheng's body. The two figures gradually intertwined, and their breathing became increasingly rapid. In this moment, everything around them seemed to disappear, leaving only their deep attachment and longing for each other.
Outside the house, the stars in the night sky twinkled faintly, bringing a touch of softness to the silent night.
Inside the house, the dim candlelight reflected in the window, illuminating the two people's lingering figures. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the whole world belonged to just the two of them.
Hua Qingcheng's eyes revealed endless tenderness and love, and her every smile and every breath made Zuo An intoxicated and unable to extricate himself. They hugged each other intimately, and their hearts seemed to merge into one at this moment, spending another warm and sweet night.
The next morning, the sun shone brightly, and Hua Qingcheng rose early as usual. She gently kissed the still-sleeping Zuo An, then quietly left the bedroom and headed to the Jinluan Hall to attend the morning court.
Today's morning court session was no different from any other. Emperor Nalan Yunzhi sat on the throne, looking down upon the courtiers in the hall below. She listened to the chatter of civil and military officials, who would even engage in arguments when their emotions ran high.
Every time this happened, Nalan Yunzhi would take the opportunity to ask the princess: "Princess, if you were faced with a similar situation, how would you deal with it?"
Hua Qingcheng has never disappointed anyone. She always accurately points out the core of the problem and puts forward some practical ideas or suggestions.
At 4:45 PM, the morning court session was drawing to a close. From within the Golden Throne Hall, the resounding call of the chief eunuch, Guo Dongbing, echoed: "If you have a petition, proceed. If you don't, dismiss the court!"
Nalan Yunzhi was about to stand up when he suddenly heard a powerful voice in his ears: "Your Majesty, I have a memorial to make!"
The sound was like a resounding bell, shaking the entire court slightly. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a majestic, tall figure slowly step out from the ranks of civil servants. This person walked steadily, his posture upright, and every step carried an invisible pressure. It was the Minister of Personnel—Leng Qiushuang.
She held a tablet in her hand, her face solemn as she bowed towards Nalan Yunzhi, who was sitting on the throne. She said in a clear voice, "Your Majesty, I, Leng Qiushuang, have a memorial to make."
Nalan Yunzhi was initially nonchalant, but upon hearing Leng Qiushuang's name, she still gave a polite glance to the Minister of Personnel standing in the center of the hall below, and then she lazily asked, "Go ahead."
Leng Qiu Shuang braved the scorching gazes of the crowd without flinching, and sternly declared, "Your Majesty, our Laifeng Kingdom is a country where women are respected. Since ancient times, women have held power and men have been subordinate. Yet, Your Highness the Crown Princess actually allowed a man like Gongsun Mulin to serve as the governor of Yuheng County. This is truly inappropriate!"
Leng Qiushuang's words were powerful and resonated throughout the court, carrying a resolute aura. Her face was filled with the look of someone determined to defend the supremacy of women, as if she would continue to fight as long as Nalan Yunzhi disagreed.
Nalan Yunzhi listened quietly. Her face was as calm as a lake, without revealing any emotion, making it difficult to predict her joy, anger, sorrow or happiness.
After Leng Qiushuang finished her statement, Nalan Yunzhi turned his gaze to Hua Qingcheng and asked slowly, "My Lady, do you have any different opinions on what Lord Leng just said, or do you need any explanation?"
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