Gongmen Chunhan

Chapter 41

At night, Jiuyue went back to take a bath before returning to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to serve her. The five sons grabbed Jiuyue's sleeves and took them aside, saying mysteriously, "Jiuyue's case, the slave has something to do, and it's about going to bed tonight." I will trouble you."

"Sleep attendant" Jiuyue asked a bit incomprehensibly.

"Yes, Miss Yuzhi is serving the Lord Long Live tonight, and she has to take care of all the bedtime matters on duty." Wu Zi explained seriously, but his feet were restless and anxious even thinking about it.

Seeing that the fifth son was in a hurry, Jiuyue let the fifth son go first, and then went into the house. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Lord Longevity reading a book. It seemed that he would take a rest after a while. He hesitated and stepped forward.

"Is the servant of Long Live Lord going to summon Miss Yuzhi now?" Jiuyue lowered her head and asked.

"En" the emperor nodded his head, then looked back at the book in his hand.

Jiuyue's face suddenly darkened, but what to say now, Lafayette said that the emperor is not in good health and needs to rest for a while, Jiuyue hesitated for a while before kneeling at the emperor's feet, and said somewhat hesitantly, "Long live Lord ???that???that"

"If you have something to say, don't hesitate." The emperor closed the book in his hand, looked at Jiuyue and asked with a smile.

"Uh??? Lord Long Live??? Recently, the servant served the Lord Long Live for Miss Yuzhi. Can the Lord Long Live not be called to sleep?" Jiuyue stammered, blinking her eyes, and said nervously.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The emperor looked at Jiuyue with a serious expression.

"Damn the slave, what the slave said??????" Seeing the serious expression on the emperor's face, he was frightened, and anxiously wanted to explain.

"Haha??? Even the Nine Palms Office is willing to serve the bed! Then I will be more respectful than obedient." The emperor put a malicious smile on his face, then put the book on the low table, stood up, and looked down. Kneeling on the ground, the pitiful September with her head held high was a burst of laughter.

"Long Live Lord??? That's not what it means????" Jiuyue anxiously explained, the more she explained, the more chaotic she became. In the end, she didn't know what to say, so she simply closed her mouth and waited on her without saying a word.

Nalan Yuzhi was ready and waited for someone to come to summon her, but she didn't know that she didn't need to go to bed, she felt angry again, what's the matter today, she didn't have to eat, and she didn't need to go to bed , Could it be that my sister was playing tricks again, I was so angry that I slapped my palm on the table, and my beautiful facial features were tangled up.

The palace maid stood aside and said tremblingly, "Girl, I heard that the eldest lady persuaded Lafayette to let her return to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to serve her again!"

"Huh!" Sweeping his arm over the teacup on the table, he couldn't help but stare outside, panting, "Nalan Yuyan, I am at odds with you."

"Miss," the maid cried out in fear when she saw Nalan Yuzhi.

"Tomorrow, let's go to Chuxiu Palace and have a look at my sister." The sanity on his face became a little clearer, he smiled sinisterly, and then tightened the clothes on his body.

"Yes" nodded his head.

"Did my sister ask about that letter?" Lying on the bed with her eyes slightly closed, the words with a bit of majesty and arrogance were slowly delivered to Xiao Cui's ears.

"Yesterday, Xiaocui came to remind you," the maid answered in a low voice while putting down the curtain, her face trembling with fright because of Nalan Yuzhi's tone.

"Hehehe" smiled wryly, then turned around and lay on his side for a long time, before saying "Go down!"

Only then did the palace maid breathe a sigh of relief, blissed herself slightly, and then went down.

Nalan Yuzhi closed her eyes and fell into a dream with an unhappy mood. The dream seemed to return to the time before entering the palace. At that time there was no struggle, and every day she played with her sister on the piano and flute. Competing for favor and turning against each other, after all, once entering the palace, it is as deep as the sea.

A teardrop unconsciously fell from the corner of his eye, which wet Zhan Hong's beautiful pillow.

(End of this chapter)