Sweeping the King of the Six Palaces: The Queen of the Contract

Chapter 390 The Beautiful Scenery Inside the Red Silk Tent 3
Walking on the familiar and unfamiliar palace road, looking at the palace walls, Xiaoyue found that her heart seemed to be imprisoned, and she didn't have the courage to tell Gong Hao that she had recovered her memory.

After struggling for a long time, Xiaoyue still didn't have the courage to go to the Ziyang Hall. After listening to the sound of the drum again and again, Xiaoyue still got up.

Lightly put on a robe, pushed open the door, and walked to the courtyard. A crescent moon hung high in the dark blue sky, and the radiance as clear as water shone on the earth. Xiaoyue's heart moved, it seemed to be August, it seemed The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days, and my 19th birthday has passed without knowing it.

Thinking back to the past, there would always be a cake on her birthday, even if her father was away when she was busy, there would still be classmates to accompany her, but here, no one knew her birthday, let alone said happy birthday to her.

With a slight throbbing pain in her heart, she held the robe with her hand, opened the palace door, and left Ziyun Palace quietly.

As if she knew the direction, she walked outside Ziyang Hall. It was very strange. The door of the hall was open tonight. The little eunuch guarding the door was dozing off. Xiaoyue gently raised her toes, Slowly approaching the main hall, being an emperor seems to be very hard work, especially Ming Jun, who did not expect Gong Hao to be still dealing with government affairs so late, Xiaoyue felt a little distressed.

She blamed herself a little. After returning to the palace for more than a month, she was stuck in her own emotions. She only thought about herself and never thought about him. bright, but did not see Gong Hao's person.

On the dragon case, folds and other books were still spread out on the table. Xiaoyue approached, wanting to tidy up and do her best, when her hand touched the folds, she heard a strange voice in her ears.

She was stunned for a moment, and didn't pay much attention to it. First, she put the ink brush back to its original position, and then separated the approved and unapproved memorials.

"Your Majesty,, ah,,, my concubine,, can't stand it,,," the panting female voice made Xiaoyue fall into a nightmare all of a sudden.

She thought it was her hallucination, but the panting sound was even louder, and even became a begging for mercy intertwined with pain and joy. The memorial was trembling in her hands, and she knew that she should leave. This is his bedroom, and it is night, so it is normal to have a woman , but her feet still approached the source of the sound uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)