"Achen~"
She didn't care why Zuo Qinglong suddenly disappeared. Seeing the desolate and lonely figure standing in front of her, Hua Qingcheng's heart ached slightly, and she blamed herself for her previous momentary confusion.
"Hua Qingcheng, do you have a conscience?"
Han Yichen looked at his young wife who was gradually approaching him, but saw that his eyes were red, tears were welling up in his eyes, and his face was full of accusations and resentment.
"Maybe not a lot, but... definitely for you!" Hua Qingcheng strode forward, hugged Han Yichen tightly from behind, and leaned her head lightly on his back.
Han Yichen wanted to break free, but when he realized that if he really let her go, he might just be pushing her towards someone else, he only struggled a few times before letting Hua Qingcheng hold him.
"Hua Qingcheng, you are now the princess of the emperor, and the legitimate princess of the Phoenix Queen. You are naturally noble and unparalleled, and your status is incomparable."
"In the future, once you become a princess, or even... what kind of handsome man do you want by your side? Will you still think of me then?"
Han Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled at himself, and swallowed a mouthful of bitterness with a slight movement in his throat.
Then, his mind couldn't help but imagine Hua Qingcheng, dressed in a bright yellow palace dress, sitting in front of the imperial desk made of golden nanmu wood. Beside her was a eunuch from the Imperial Household Department, holding a large silver tray filled with green cards, waiting for her to turn over the cards...
"Mu Daigua only tells me to be diligent in government and love the people all day long. It's so annoying. Situ Leng only does boxing and sword practice all day long. It's boring. Silly Xiaotian, besides chanting 'emptiness is color, color is emptiness', all he can do is chant 'Amitabha'. It's giving me a headache. As for that Si Huli, he's either reciting poems or drawing and writing. It's so boring. Flower Monk is much more interesting. Not only will he fight with me, but he'll also play with me..."
Hua Qingcheng slapped away Mu Lige's "Mistress of the Harem" badge, then threw away Situ Ye's "Royal Noble Lord" badge, and also threw away Yu Xiaotian and Si Chengfeng's "Noble Lord" badges. Finally, she picked the "Fourth Rank Beauty" badge of "Flower Monk"...
Inside the emperor's bedroom, there are octagonal palace lanterns painted with auspicious phoenixes and dragons and inlaid with silk gauze and colored glaze, which give the bedroom an ambiguous and charming atmosphere.
Under the Jiaoxiao Baoluo tent, on the wide agarwood bed, there were two figures flirting with each other.
"Your Majesty, let me serve you!"
Monk Hua touched the twelve scars on his shiny bald head, held the red sandalwood Buddhist beads around his neck in his mouth, winked at Hua Qingcheng, and smiled lewdly.
"You annoying bastard! I really love you, you short-sighted, petty thief, pretentious, heretic, treacherous, cunning, human-like, worse than pigs and dogs, full of evil, without any conscience, worse than beasts, shameless, flower monk!"
Hua Qingcheng pushed Monk Hua down on the phoenix bed and quickly stripped off his gray monk's robe.
"Your Majesty~"
"Flower Monk~"
"Mmmmm~"
…
"Your Majesty, Han Shijun has escaped from the cold palace and is kneeling outside the bedroom begging to see you!" The burly eunuch chief reported in a sarcastic tone at the door of the emperor's bedroom, raising his index finger.
"How can this be possible!"
"This Han Yichen!"
"If it weren't for the fact that he's pregnant, a mere fifth-rank servant like him would be dragged out and beheaded for daring to act wildly in front of my bedroom!"
"Someone, drag him away. He is not allowed to eat until all the toilets in the six palaces are cleaned!" Hua Qingcheng, whose love affair with Monk Hua was interrupted, suddenly looked cold and shouted angrily.
"Slave, obey your order!"
"Han Shijun, please come in!"
Following the order from the fat-headed and big-eared eunuch chief, a servant immediately handed a very smelly brush to Han Shijun, who was dressed in cloth and had a straw hairpin, and asked him to clean all the toilets in the palace.
"No! No! No! Your Majesty, you can't do this to me!"
Han Shijun threw the toilet brush made of thin bamboo branches directly at the eunuch's face and wailed loudly towards the emperor's bedroom.
"Noisy!"
"Someone come!"
"Your Majesty, please give your orders!"
"Since he doesn't want to scrub the toilets with a brush, let him lick all the toilets clean!"
"I obey your order!"
"Han Shijun, please come in!"
“No, no, no…”
…
"Hua Qingcheng, you have no conscience!"
Han Yichen broke free from Hua Qingcheng's hand, turned around and slapped her in the face.
"Your Majesty, although I am only a lowly fifth-rank attendant, I also have dignity. You have already banished me to the cold palace. Even if you no longer love me, you cannot make me clean all the toilets in the palace! Even for the sake of little Qingqing and little Xiaochen in my belly, you shouldn't treat me like this!"
The tears in Han Yichen's charming eyes finally fell "pat,pat".
Hua Qingcheng, who was inexplicably slapped, was petrified on the spot and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.
"No...Achen..."
"You're the emperor, the concubine, and banished to the cold palace, what do you mean by that? Also, didn't you...didn't you just have your period? What about the little Qingqing and little Xiaochen in your belly?"
Hua Qingcheng covered her face, which was hit by Han Yichen, with her hands and looked at him with a wronged expression.
Han Yichen, who was sobbing, suddenly stopped crying when he heard this.
Oops!
He actually took his fantasy as reality and slapped his young wife...
But when he thought of the affectionate and loving scene between Hua Qingcheng and the monk Hua in his daydream, he felt angry and aggrieved, and for a moment he didn't know what to say...
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