The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 54 She is really honored
Ye Wanwan couldn't sleep, but Zhao Yi stayed for the night. After the two took a bath, they lay down. Zhao Yi hugged Ye Wanwan in his arms. He knew he couldn't do anything, but he was still in a good mood. Weird.

"Your Majesty, your concubine is not clean." She wanted to drive Zhao Yi away and go to another concubine. Anyone can, as long as they don't lie on her bed.

Even if he was the emperor and she was the concubine, she couldn't accept it.

But Zhao Yi had a smile in his eyes. Ye Wanwan couldn't say the next words with those eyes that looked gentle but actually cold. He was very wise and cunning. She couldn't hide her thoughts from him. Push yourself to death.

"I know, I don't dislike it."

She was really honored.

Then the two fell asleep.

The two were pregnant with ghosts and had different dreams in the same bed. There was no sound at night, only each other's breathing.

Nothing can be seen, but other senses are magnified, each other's breath, touch, and temperature.

I don't know how long it took, but the breath behind him was steady and long. Did he fall asleep?
Ye Wanwan moved her body, and her body stiffened after staying in this position for too long.

He got up and went down to the ground, and after sitting by the bed for a while, he calmed down. After recovering, he shuddered, and only then did he realize that his body was cold.

Even so, she didn't choose to go back to the quilt, got up and took a piece of outer clothes on the bed, and she gently opened the door.

In the deep of the night, the dew was heavy, and a cold wind rushed in, blowing people's spirits, and then Ye Wanwan saw the person standing at the door watching the night, it was actually Yan Chen.

Looking at each other, both of them were a little surprised. Yan Chen was leaning against the door frame just now. It could be seen that he was also a little sleepy, but he woke up because of her appearance.

There were also Emperor Yang's people next to them, all of whom were already leaning on the pillar and fell asleep. Yan Chen didn't make a sound, and asked Ye Wanwan silently with his eyes.

Ye Wanwan shook her head, she was fine, but obviously she couldn't get out of this door.

If these people knew that she went out in the middle of the night, they might not know how to arrange her below.

Ye Wanwan closed the door softly and went back to the bed to lie down again. Zhao Yi was right next to her, and she didn't move at all. She slept very deeply.

She reached out uncontrollably and gently touched his face. This was the face she had always wanted to hold, but now she finally touched it, but her heart was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any ripples.

No, it can't be said that she doesn't feel anything, at least when she touches Zhao Yi's neck, she will wonder if she can pierce him with a hairpin now.

Thinking about the scene of killing him with her own hands, she couldn't control her excitement.

It's a pity that Zhao Yi can't die now. He regretfully took it away, pulled the quilt to cover it, stared blankly, and thought nothing of it in his mind.

In the dark night, Ye Wanwan was in a daze, but she didn't know that Zhao Yi next to her was not really asleep either.

As an emperor, he was suspicious and vigilant, how could he fall asleep so easily, he knew Ye Wanwan's struggles and tossing and turning.

Sleeping all night, each with a ghost.

In the early morning, Zhao Yi got up, and a group of palace servants came to serve him and wash, and the lights illuminated the entire hall.

According to the rules, Ye Wanwan got up to serve, but as soon as she moved, Zhao Yi pressed her back: "You are not well, go to sleep."

As she said that, she leaned over and a kiss fell on Ye Wanwan's forehead. She couldn't refuse, but her mind was a little dazed.

Zhao Yi went to court, Ye Wanwan was no longer sleepy, got up and took a cloak to put on, and went to the small garden through the side door.

It was still dark, and the insects at night were quiet at this time, only the sound of burning lights and the sound of cool wind blowing.

Ye Wanwan was sitting at the stone table, the table and chairs were cold, and the night wind made her cheeks feel a little cool, with the dampness of the early morning rain and dew.

She needs this cold now to clear her head.

A footstep sounded from far to near, and then there was a cup of hot tea in front of her, it was Yan Chen.

"The morning is dewy, and the lady's health is not good, so don't sit for a long time."

The teacup Ye Wanwan touched was slightly hot, and the temperature seemed to be transmitted from the palm of the hand to the bottom of the heart.

She seemed to hear the sound of the clotted blood flowing again.

(End of this chapter)