The imperial concubine is charming and coquettish, she crazily criticizes the tyrant for spoiling he

Lian Jinchen was a little surprised by her choice.

But it doesn't matter, he has nothing now.

With His Majesty's temperament, it is absolutely impossible to appoint him as heir again.

His only way out now is the Northern Expedition.

If we can keep Xiliang a few years old and peaceful, maybe we can redeem some sins.

He's not a fool, of course he knows that Qing Kuo has taken revenge on Qi Mingyue, but what's the purpose of keeping him.

She wanted to keep him to regret, and to spend the rest of his life in atonement.

Back then Qi Mingyue saved his life, but made him unfaithful, filial, benevolent and unrighteous for the rest of his life, isn't this a kind of revenge?
He waved his hand at Xu Manjin: "In that case, you can stay in the mansion with peace of mind, go down."

"The concubine is resigning, and please take care of yourself, Your Highness."

Xu Manjin bowed and saluted, then turned and left.

After walking out the door, she was relieved.

Lian Jinchen was right, even if he died, as an old person in the Chen Palace, no matter who succeeded her, she would not do anything to her.

That being the case, if she returns to the Marquis Mansion, she will inevitably get married, and she will have to face the constant breaking up of her old relationship with Qi Rongxuan, why bother?

It's better to stay in the palace and be at ease. After Lian Jinchen's death, she will be more free. Why bother?
Xu Manjin went back in a good mood.

……

Qing Chuan didn't know how long that night was tossing, when she woke up, she saw that the hall was already dimly lit.

It can be seen that it is already morning.

Qing Chuan hurriedly sat up, probably because she got up too hastily, which made her sore body feel particularly sour.

She couldn't help but hissed lightly.

Only then did he realize that His Majesty was not on the bed.

She pulled a piece of clothing to wrap it around, and as soon as she opened the curtain, she saw Lian Xueyin wearing a nightgown, her hair loose, walking around the screen with bare feet.

"woke up?"

He landed on one knee in front of her, took a pair of new sleeping shoes and put them on her feet, held her ankle, looked at her seriously and asked,

"Is there any discomfort?"

Qing Kuo blushed a little from his serious eyes, yesterday was out of love, and she couldn't be bolder.

But facing him so bluntly today always made her a little awkward and unreal.

In fact, she never thought that His Majesty, who was as far away as ice and snow in her memory, would one day half-kneel in front of her in such an early morning, and put on her sleeping shoes for her.

Just like a dream.

She couldn't help raising her hand to hold Lian Xueyin's face.

Leaning over, quietly like a thief, quickly touched his lips, and then backed away.

Release your hand.

He blinked as if nothing happened, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

"Ok?"

Lian Xueyin raised her hand to open the curtain, stood up and sat beside her, put her palm on her waist, and kneaded it gently for a moment, "Does your waist still hurt?"

Qing Kuo straightened her body with a "whoosh" and hurriedly shook her head.

Lian Xueyin held her in his arms, put his chin on her shoulder, and said with a low smile, "Who is that who kept shouting last night, that the waist is about to break, and the twigs are about to break?"

Aoba widened her eyes.

Those episodes that made people blush last night jumped into her mind very clearly at this time, as well as the chaos in her head when she couldn't bear it, and even a few extremely absurd words begging for mercy, saying, Your Majesty, if you don’t stop, I will have to recite the spell. The best spell I have learned is Transformation. I will turn into a tree. Don’t regret it...

Memories came back word by word, and Qingqian was struck by lightning.

She pushed away Lian Xueyin as if she had been electrocuted, and fled without looking back.