Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 548

"No! No!" His Royal Highness was in a great mood, and didn't care about their recklessness, he just said: "It's none of your business, you don't need to stay outside!"

"Oh!" The little girls looked at each other, they all had the expression of seeing a ghost, and then said "oh..." again, suddenly realized, and quickly bowed down on the threshold: "Congratulations Crown Princess! Congratulations to Crown Princess!"

Zhao Xiwei: "..." Just as he was about to refute it, His Royal Highness smiled and said, "Yes, there is a reward!"

"Thank you, Your Highness! This servant will leave!" The little maid left such a sentence and ran away in a hurry.

His Royal Highness laughed again.

Zhao Xiwei hid his face in the quilt, wishing he could bite his tongue: "If you laugh again, don't come here anymore!"

"Okay, okay, stop laughing!" Li Xuanye finally stopped laughing, threw off the quilt, kissed her, and said softly: "Look, the palace servants are not as stupid as you think... ..."

Zhao Xi touched his hot face slightly, and snorted lightly: "You are not worried at all, if the Queen Mother finds out that you are fooling her, you will have to take it out on me again!"

"She dares!" Li Xuanye narrowed his eyes, and the boundless murderous aura suddenly condensed, accompanied by cold words, slowly came out from between his teeth: "If she still dares to set your mind, I will—"

"What?" Zhao Xiwei was startled by his expression.

As if sensing her nervousness, his tone suddenly stopped, then he smiled lowly, wrapped his arms around her waist again, and touched her warm palm again.

All the sharpness faded away, leaving only endless lingering: "It's so easy to be free, what are we talking about..."

Zhao Xiwei had been tortured by him for so long, and he couldn't hold it any longer. When he was thinking about letting him be gentle, he suddenly pulled his hand away.

Zhao Xi was stunned for a moment.

Li Xuanye rubbed her hair and said in a low voice: "I have something urgent, I have to go back first!"

Zhao Xiwei was even more puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Li Xuanye smiled without saying a word, and glanced outside the door.

A cyan figure jumped down from the eaves, and flashed across the corridor like a gust of wind, leaving only half an afterimage.

After returning to his senses, it was the calm and calm His Royal Highness the Crown Prince again.

When he stood in front of the bed again in his well-dressed clothes, Zhao Xiwei almost doubted his eyes.

"What? Can't bear me?" He curled his lips into a smile, stretched out his fingers, and subconsciously wanted to touch her again. As soon as he touched the collar, he closed the collar for her instead, then bent down, and quickly kissed her lips After clicking it, he whispered: "Tonight...wait for me...don't close the window..."

"..."

Zhao Xiwei suddenly felt that, in fact, His Royal Highness still likes to look through windows.

But that night, Li Xuanye did not show up.

To be precise, it was impossible for him to appear again for many nights after that.

Inside the Zichen Palace, the palace lanterns swayed, reflecting a mess.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

There was a loud shout, and then more than a dozen palace people hurried out from the palace. Everyone lowered their heads, and their heels seemed to have grown wings. They were afraid that if they were too late, they would become an unknown ghost.

The always good-tempered emperor suddenly lost his temper, like a male lion suddenly awakened from a deep sleep.

With his hands propped on the imperial case, his fingers grabbed a stack of book papers fiercely. Because of too much force, layers of wrinkles were scratched out of the yellowed paper, and the black writing on it was gouged and deformed.

The door of the hall was wide open, and the cold wind came pouring in, blowing his wide sleeves, and blowing the stack of messy papers, rustling in the hall.

"It's been ten years since we left Chang'an—" the emperor panted heavily, and his tone suddenly changed, "Okay! What a ten year! What a Zhao Ziyi!"

Cao De bowed his back, and winked at the two servants who were kneeling on the ground.

The waiter looked at the cold soup in his hand and hesitated.

Cao De reprimanded in a low voice: "If you don't want to lose your head, get out!"

"Yes!" The little servant hurriedly dropped the medicine bowl, and quickly retreated as if oiling the soles of his feet.

Cao De shook his head, took a deep breath, rearranged his expression, squeezed out a soft smile, and persuaded: "Your Majesty..."

He only made a sound, but was immediately interrupted: "Where is the prince! Why hasn't he come yet!"

Trembling, Cao De brought a mink fur coat to the emperor's side: "Your Majesty, it's late at night, please add some clothes..."

"I asked you where the prince is? What is he doing?!" The emperor's emotions were on the verge of losing control.

The corner of Cao De's mouth twitched.

It's almost midnight, what can the prince do?
But at this time the emperor has no sense at all, how can he say these things?
Busy and politely persuaded: "If you go back to His Majesty, the servant has already sent someone to pass the decree, but now it is late at night, it will take a while for the prince to come."

He bowed so close to him, put on his clothes for the emperor, and comforted him softly, "The wind outside is like a knife, and the road is slippery in the dark. You are rushing too fast. What if the palace falls and falls?" manage……"

"Crack!" The emperor roughly tore off the clothes just around his shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot and he glared at the eunuch who had been with him for decades. I!"

"Yes..." Cao De didn't dare to say anything more, so he hurriedly responded, but in his heart he still wanted to say something nice to the prince, so he added: "Maybe the sedan chair was delayed, and this servant will go and see now." Look."

Before he could move, the emperor's voice behind him was almost hoarse. He roared and added: "There is no sedan chair? Then let him crawl and crawl!!"

"Yes……"

Cold sweat dripped silently from his forehead, and Cao De didn't dare to wipe it off.

After serving the emperor for so many years, no one knows better than Cao De how much the emperor loves the prince.

The prince has been the emperor's darling and jewel in his palm since he was born.

It can be said that the emperor gave this son all the best things in the world.

Even if I say a serious word, I can't bear to bear it. How has there ever been such a fierce time!
After being stunned for a moment, the emperor grabbed the brush washer on the table and threw it at it: "Are you also cooperating with him in hiding it from me!?"

Cao De turned around hastily, and "Putong" knelt down again: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I don't know!"

"You don't know? You don't know that you are pleading for him?" The emperor was furious and stared at the eunuch in front of him with a ferocious face.

"I don't dare." Cao De quickly kowtowed his head a few times, "Your Majesty, calm down, you have to take care of your body..."

"My body..."

As if dragged back to reality by this reminder, the emperor swayed, and suddenly coughed violently.

"Your Majesty!" Cao De hurriedly stepped forward, before he had time to bring a basin of cotton towels, he just took out his handkerchief and knelt down in front of the emperor: "Your Majesty, if you are angry with the crown prince, you must also take care of the dragon's body!"

"Cough cough cough --" the emperor fell down on the dragon chair, his face flushed from coughing, and his eyes were filled with tears, but they stubbornly held them in their sockets and refused to drop them.

(End of this chapter)