After the lazy emperor

Feng Ning has been lying on the dragon couch playing with the translucent warm bead hanging in mid-air, unable to figure out the principle, it doesn't matter if she plays for a while, just now there is a sound outside the hall, the hour has passed, and His Majesty has not returned yet , could it be that the beautifully dressed beauty was really fascinated tonight?There was a little interest in the brows, and a slight smile couldn't help but the corners of her lips raised, thinking in her heart that if this was the case, she couldn't help regretting that she didn't see the beauty, and didn't see how His Majesty favored her.

There was movement outside the hall, looking through the screen, it was the familiar figure, but he didn't go in directly, but went to the bath on one side, the water in the bath was led to the hot spring extending down the mountain behind Qiyu Hall The water flows endlessly all year round and is warm and suitable.

Withdrawing her eyes, she threw the warm pearl in her hand, and immediately the surroundings became brighter again. The body was wrapped in silky obscene clothes, and the soft black hair spread out on the couch, and some cloud silk quilt was pulled to cover the chest. Surrounded by the floor-to-ceiling vines, the beating light of the lamps and candles, the shadows are dyed with a layer of hazy beauty, and the ambergris is lingering, adding a bit of a fairyland-like feeling.

Fang sighed softly, lifted the veil with a slender figure, and walked over with a wicked smile on his coquettish face. His gestures were tired and lazy, but he did not lose the majesty of the emperor, the style of the king, A pair of dark narrow eyes are intimidating, although overflowing with endless tenderness, they can't let people relax their vigilance. Dressed in a simple robe, it is obvious that they came out of the bath, and there are still some small drops of water dripping from the tips of their hair. It looks like a hasty exercise , not as good as completely dry.

Throwing off the quilt and putting her arms around the person she misses, "Why did Ning'er sigh just now? But blame me for coming back late?"

Feng Ning couldn't help chuckling, and shook her head pretending to be regretful, "Ning'er is sighing that she seldom sees His Majesty's beautiful face there on weekdays, and it's rare to meet His Majesty on the night of the New Year's Eve, so she must be well-dressed. It’s very pitiful to come here in bright clothes but not impress His Majesty at all.” Leaning on his chest, listening to the beating sound of ‘bang bang——’, he stroked his chest and said, “This place is made of snow outside the window. of?"

Here it is again, since I want to play, then I will accompany you to the end, Zi Yuqi thought about it for a while, and said with a serious face: "Ning'er is right, I really shouldn't ignore her feelings because of Ning'er, Tonight, Concubine Qin is the most beautifully dressed, Bi'er is the most charming, and Meier is also doing well, but it is Concubine Qin who wins my heart, and I will go find her now."

After finishing speaking, she was about to get up, and as expected, someone put more strength on the plain hands around her waist, "Your Majesty, think it over, isn't Ning'er a generous person, if you don't want your concubines to lose their lives, just Don't offend Ning'er."

Ning'er eats for him, there is nothing more worthy of his happiness than this, tightly holding her hand and covering her chest, restraining her teasing tone and saying: "Except for Ning'er, all of them are used outside the window. Made of snow."

Indulging her waywardness, indulging her in unreasonable troubles, in this world, only Zi Yuqi can do it, in vain and gentle voice, "Are you satisfied with the poem I gave you?"

"I am satisfied, but from now on Ning'er's literary talent can only be shown to me alone, they don't deserve to hear half of Ning'er's talent."

Domineering like him, such a strong desire for monopoly is still the same, she doesn't hate this feeling, at least, she will find a little feeling of being cherished from it, but that poem is not her credit, but Tang Taizong Li Shimin's masterpiece, At the end of this year, it happened to be the right occasion, "Sleep, Ning'er can hide and relax tomorrow, and His Majesty will be busy."

She moved her body slightly, wanting to put some distance away so that he could have a good rest, but unexpectedly, she was suddenly covered by him, before she could say anything, his lips had already been kissed softly, extending to the ear, but the soft kiss never stopped Next, the whisper hidden between the blue hair, "I can't be with Ning'er well tomorrow, so naturally I have to love Ning'er well tonight."

What is the reason?The gentleness lingering in his ears made Feng Ning feel a little shy, and wrapped his body around him, Feng Ning clung to his ears unwilling to show weakness, "Tomorrow is an important day, Your Majesty is not afraid to doze off in the hall ?”

He unbuttoned her obscene clothes with his hands, and the hanging hair fell on her chest. He kissed her lips affectionately and charmingly, and his blue eyes were bent evilly, overflowing with strands of dangerous light. What? What about tomorrow? Right now, loving Ning'er is more important."

When I close my eyes, I can feel the love from Zi Yuqi, so real and clear...

Outside the window, the silver moon shines, and the ground is full of flowers. The layers of white snow are rippling with icy and soft light, and the lingering night wind sweeps away everything in the old days. The blue sky seems to be about to rise. Start a round of hope.

On the first day of the first lunar month, the emperor went out to offer sacrifices, and the entire imperial palace became deserted. The two maidservants in Yunran Palace never talked much, which made Fengning feel even more boring.

Leaning in front of the window lattice, she stretched out her plain hand out of the window, letting the generous snowflakes fall on her palm, suddenly remembered something, as if she hadn't danced a sword for a long time, so she came to the yard alone, with snowflakes flying around her whole body.

Zhulan Zhumei glanced at each other, a look of worry naturally flashed across their faces, thinking about the lesson she received last time because of the cold, she still has lingering fears, but now she can't let another accident happen to her, Zhulan hastily turned around Going back to the room, I took out my cloak, "My lady, it's snowing now, you want to enjoy the snow, so please put on your cloak."

The body didn't move, but he just smiled at the two maidservants, "I still remember when you came to Yunran Palace, you said you were good at martial arts, so which one of you is better at martial arts?"

Looking at each other in dismay, unable to guess the intention in Master Cheying's eyes, and not knowing how to answer, she heard Feng Ning say: "Since I can't speak, I'm on par with each other. Right now I'm very bored, so Zhulan put on the cloak Go back indoors, you two will fight with me together."

The two sisters immediately knelt on the ground and said in unison: "I don't dare."

The forehead is slightly twisted, although there is a smile on the lips, but there is a trace of displeasure on the brow, and I know in my heart that it is not because I dare not dare, but according to their thinking, disrespecting the master is a sin of sacrificing one's life, lightly He sighed softly, "Get up."

"Thank you, Ma'am—."

The top of the hair has been dyed a little white, and there are snowflakes on the body. His eyes glanced at a wooden stick supporting the growth of a small tree in the courtyard. It looked as thick as a thumb, and it felt right to hold it in his hand.

Zhulan Zhumei stared at the master in the courtyard with some doubts, and watched her pick up a stick inexplicably, and was about to persuade her to enter the room to warm up, but suddenly saw her waving the stick to practice. Wu Lai.

We all know that Concubine Ning is mysterious, and has too many similarities with His Majesty's temperament, but there are many differences in this similarity. The empress will play childishly from time to time, teasing her and Zhumei, Or sit down calmly and teach them some skills they have never heard of, but sometimes the coldness makes her and Zhumei terrified. Standing by her side, as if being next to His Majesty, makes people feel inexplicably timid. I am afraid, but I also feel that her majesty is completely natural, and it is evenly matched with His Majesty's domineering and evil.

It is obviously a perfect wooden stick, but when she swings it, it can turn into a thin layer of sword energy, as if it can split the snowflakes falling from the sky. The air current in the courtyard dances with her light body, The windless and automatic clothes fluttered up and down between her condensed movements, and the falling snow lingering around her danced against the air current, and there was no trace of flying snow around her lightly moving and spinning steps.

Staring in amazement at the light and agile figure in the falling snow, it suddenly became ethereal and unattainable like a fairy, and the smooth moves like flowing clouds and flowing water were displayed flawlessly, and the elegant and soft movements were even more natural. Can't help but stare dumbfounded, immersed in the graceful dancing, tenacious breath floating.

The surrounding snowflakes seemed to be attracted by a gust of air current, and they only lingered around her side, without any strands touching the ground. Suddenly, she saw the gesture of her holding the wooden stick turn slightly, and the snowflakes overflowed in an instant and fell to the ground, as if throwing a sound , the changes in the surroundings gradually calmed down because of the master's move, and the falling snow finally returned to normal. After a while, she was able to keep her breath steady, as if she had never acted before, such an unfathomable ability really made them feel ashamed.

Zhulan walked down the steps, and put the cloak on the master, "Your Majesty, let's go inside and drink some hot tea."

Smiling lightly, and sighing deeply, he put the wooden stick in his hand under the tree to be supported again, shook his body and took the skirt to step up the steps, and crossed the threshold.

On this day, Zi Yuqi came back a little late, and came in stealth, Feng Ning wondered why he didn't use Lin Yunli to announce loudly at the gate of Yunran Palace, swearing to the whole harem that he was lucky enough to visit Yunran Palace again.

The rumble of warmth in the room was in stark contrast to the cold weather outside. Zhumei brewed a cup of new tea, Feng Ning took it and handed it to Zi Yuqi, "Taste this tea, I went to the Imperial Garden this morning, It is brewed from the morning snow melted from the petals of plum blossoms."

Zi Yuqi took it, but didn't drink it directly, but raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Oh, I didn't expect Ning'er to be so elegant." Then he took a sip, and said, "Well, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, this Although the water is hot, it smells fresh and cold."

Too lazy to pay attention to what he questioned just now, he took a step back and looked at him from a distance. The emperor's clothes had already been changed, he was wearing a black robe, and his hair was tied with a silver belt. It was obvious that he had worked hard all day, but he could not see the smile on his face. Not the slightest bit tired.

Handing the teacup in his hand to Zhulan who was waiting on the side, the corners of his lips curled up in a seductive arc, although his tone contained a teasing sound, but his brows seemed to be slightly angry, "It's only been a day apart, Ning'er forgot about me, it's better to remember it in my heart now, so I won't let me see Ning'er look at me with such eyes next time, and make me angry." He hugged her waist, held her tightly in his arms, and kissed her lips fiercely.