My Queen, you are naughty again

The surrounding air was frozen together, and the chirping birds outside stopped. Only the candle light on the candlestick is still flickering.

Murong Yujian frowned, hung on the back of his hands on both sides of his body, and his veins burst up, pressing his temper and looking at his mother imperial concubine.

"Yu'er, why do you always don't understand the mother's mind and how the mother came all the way? You don't know. Xuan'er doesn't know how difficult it is to live in this palace. Will you spend it safely in the future and still enjoy your life now? Can you guarantee these?" yuan Guifei put her hand on her left atrium, He said to Murong Yu.

When she spoke, her eyes were slightly red, and the broken hair near her ears was blown to the corners of her mouth by the wind. Yuan Guifei didn't care. She took a deep breath and looked at her son and continued: "You can't guarantee, because the palace is only owned by one person, and the world is also owned by one person. If it's not you, it's your brother. Do you think you will decide your life, your mother's life, and even your brother's life? No!"

"Not at all!" Yuan Guifei raised her voice a little, raised her hand and clapped it anxiously on the table, so that her palm was a little red.

Murong Yu standing there didn't say a word, but his face became more and more gloomy. It was like that the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and there would be a rainstorm in the next second.

"Mother imperial concubine, son ministers know what mother imperial concubine means, and son ministers understand." Murong Yu lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"You understand? You don't understand! If you understand, you won't allow them to do that in Xiangfo temple. If you understand, things may have been pushed forward again! You don't know how many opportunities you missed!" imperial concubine yuan patted the table with red eyes and looked at the ink face standing in front of her.

The voice in the room became louder and louder. The servant girls and eunuchs waiting outside were worried and wanted to button the door to ask, but they didn't dare. They had to keep watching outside.

For a long time, Yuan Guifei took a deep breath, calmed her mood, picked up the round fan just put down, sat on the wisteria ring chair, looked up at Murong and said, "kneel down."

Murong Yu closed his mouth and looked at imperial concubine yuan. He slowly lowered his head and knelt down in front of imperial concubine yuan.

The candle light dazzled, and the mother's voice sounded again overhead.

"Royal son, you should know that although you are the prince and the prince loved by your father and emperor, you should remember that these are not things that can protect us. The only thing that can keep our mother and son alive is that son. The mother Princess hopes you can understand and forget the person in your heart. She doesn't belong to you or won't belong to you. Because you two are never the same , remember? "Yuan Guifei's voice became soft. Then she raised her hand and touched Murong Yu's head.

When did the relationship between their mother and son become like this? At the beginning, there was only Mo Rong Yu called the mother imperial concubine behind him. Now he has grown up and will disobey his meaning and even want to disobey himself.

A drop of tears quietly flowed from the corner of the eye of imperial concubine yuan, hit the gold silk dress, and suddenly fell a dot.

Murong Yu looked at the tears that penetrated into his dress and finally pursed his mouth and said in a deep voice, "my son, remember."

The faint fragrance of flowers on the mother imperial concubine lingers on the tip of her nose. Since I remember, it seems that only the mother imperial concubine has this fragrance in the harem. My father also likes this faint fragrance on the mother imperial concubine most. It is said that other imperial concubines have tried their best, but they can't learn half the beauty of the mother imperial concubine.

"OK, go back. It's getting late. I have to go to court tomorrow morning. Don't delay." after that, imperial concubine yuan patted Murong Yu's shoulder and looked at his eyes.

Murong Yu took a look at his mother's concubine behind him, bowed his head and brushed the ceremony, and then withdrew from the room.

In the dark sky outside, a bright moon was at the head, and the silver light emitted was like a woman's skirt. It brushed on the whole palace. The Epiphyllum in the yard was open and looked very good in the moonlight.

Murong Yu looked back at the house in the backyard. The red light reflected that Chu Li was in that room.

He wanted to go that way, but he finally left imperial concubine yuan's palace and returned to his own Xiangyu palace.

When the little eunuch waiting at the gate of the palace saw his master coming back so late, he quickly welcomed him, bowed and followed him and said, "Lord, the water is ready, waiting for the Lord to come back."

Then he smiled. The little eunuch felt a little lonely after he hadn't seen the Lord for so long. Now when he saw the Lord, the whole people in Xiangyu palace were busy.

Murong Yu's ears echoed with the voice of the little eunuch. He was stunned. Even his mother imperial concubine wouldn't care about this kind of thing. He wouldn't care whether he was tired or not, nor about his current life. He was really not as concerned about himself as the little eunuch next to him.

For a long time, Murong Yu smiled, turned his head and said to the little eunuch behind him, "cook a pot of wine. I'm happy today and want to drink."

The two little eunuchs standing at the door look at me and I look at you. They are worried about drinking so late, but they dare not disobey their master's orders.

But Murong Yu smiled and said, "go. I don't touch a drop on the mountain for so many days. I'm in a panic."

With this, the little eunuch also smiled, winked at the little servant girl beside her and asked her to cook wine quickly.

It was dark. Under the corridor of Xiangyu palace, Murong Yu only wore a single coat and his hair was tied behind his head. The moonlight reflected his bright face. The wine pot at hand was immersed in ice water and poured out a cup. The air was filled with a faint smell of wine.

Some drunken Murong drank cup by cup, and the appearance of imperial concubine yuan and Chu Li alternately appeared in his mind.

Forget it, forget it. It's not that simple.

Looking at the moon in the sky, it was like seeing the smile on Chu Li's face, which could not be touched or touched.

For a long time, Murong Yu threw down the wine pot, got up and worked hard under his feet, then turned over to the roof, Tengteng. On the eaves of the night, a white figure flew from Xiangyu palace to the crescent palace of imperial concubine yuan.

The candle lamp in the backyard was still out. Murong Yu looked down and murmured, "I guess it's sleep."

But as soon as I finished speaking, when I turned to leave, I saw a small figure on the wall in the corner of the backyard. It was creeping up the stone. It was as flexible as a little monkey. In the twinkling of an eye, it disappeared again.