Schemes in Royal Palace

The night is lonely, and the cry of the grass in the summer night is very noisy, which makes people unintentional to sleep.

"When is it?" Leng Qingyan asked.

"It's time to go back to your mother!" said clove.

"It's time, is your majesty back?" Leng Qingyan turned and looked at the night outside. It's so late.

"No, commander Han said your majesty won't come tonight!" Huilin was about to speak, so she came in and said.

"I know, you all step back!" Leng Qingyan covered the window lattice and walked to the dressing table. Huilin was stunned. She wanted to go forward to remove Leng Qingyan's makeup, but she withdrew when she saw that she began to remove her makeup.

"Empress, your majesty will be very busy next. If your empress has anything to do, you can find a humble position, and the humble position will guard outside the door." Shua Erlang took a deep look at Leng Qingyan and went out.

Leng Qingyan sat in front of the dressing table, one after another removed hair ornaments and threw them aside. She leaned back on the chair and looked up at her haggard self in the copper mirror. She was a little sad.

Your majesty hasn't touched her these days. He hasn't even entered her house. Except for the intimate contact on the carriage that day, your majesty has hardly entered her house.

Is it because you are not good-looking enough now, so your majesty is not interested? Sure enough, I'm too fat. Doesn't your majesty like me? Where did your majesty go?

Leng Qingyan began to think about all kinds of things. She reached out and gently stroked her face. The meat on her face disgusted her. She wanted not to start losing weight! Eat less and you should be able to lose weight!

"Dong!" there was a sound outside the window, and a figure in the cold Yan Leng God had come to her.

The moonlight sprinkled on the face of the white exhibition hall, and his face seemed to turn very white again. His eyes were different from those in the past, with an emotion that he couldn't see through. The heroic sword eyebrows flew into the temples, a tall nose peak and a strange smile around his mouth. Today, he wore a dark blue brocade, covered with a layer of black smoke, and the wine gourd he often wore was pinned on his black belt, The wine gourd was as if the poisonous insects inside had matured. At the moment when the four eyes intersected, the cold face quickly lowered his eyes to avoid his eyes.

"Why are you here?" the cold voice took a faint alienation.

"I... I'll see you!" Bai zhantang stopped joking with Leng Qingyan as before. He looked up and down at Leng Qingyan, approached her, took a peach comb from his arms, combed her hair, helped her smooth her black hair bit by bit, looked up at her in the mirror and said.

Leng Qingyan was not used to such a white exhibition hall. She had the impression that the white exhibition hall was one of the characters she was afraid of. When she was a child, she was afraid of the white exhibition hall except for the cold wind, but the man in front of her gave her an illusion. What was the tenderness in his eyes? Doesn't that belong to Tang yuntu?

Think of the change of Tang yuntu, a touch of silence flashed on his cold face. Tang yuntu, how did the gentle man like jade change!

Alas!

"Xiaoqingyan, the world is going to change. Brother zhantang is afraid it will be difficult to protect you. You... If you have anything in the future, come to poison help to find me. There is a keepsake in this comb!" Bai zhantang actually came to take lengqingyan away this time, but he knows that there are things lengqingyan can't put down here. So he didn't say anything.

Bai zhantang put the comb on the dresser in front of the cold face. The cold face with his eyes on the copper mirror took back his thoughts and looked down at the comb made of peach wood. The comb is very wide and thick. It is the size of his own palm. The surface is polished very smoothly without any burrs. A red rope is tied on the comb, which is not like a man's thing in his daughter's house, This can't be seen by the emperor, otherwise I don't know how to explain it.

Leng Qingyan opened his mouth and just wanted to ask Bai zhantang why he gave her this. When he raised his eyes, there was only himself in the bronze mirror.

If the mahogany comb was not still lying on the dresser, Leng Qingyan would doubt whether he had dreamed just now. Reaching out to pick up the comb is quite weighty. I don't know what the laoshizi Keepsake mentioned by Bai zhantang is. Leng Qingyan is not a curious person. If he takes it away carefully, he won't think more.

The night was still very long. Leng Qingyan got up and went to the bed. When he was ready to go to sleep, a voice of playing Erlang came outside the door and said, "master, your majesty is coming!"

The voice of playing Erlang fell, and the emperor came in. When the emperor came in, a cold wind swept through with the opening of the door, blowing up the curtain on the bed. Leng Qingyan's stomach was already big. She couldn't get up and lay down.

"Dada dada..." a burst of footsteps approached the bedside, and then the position around him sank. The emperor got into the quilt, his cold palm wrapped around her waist from behind, and his cold face trembled.

"Concubine AI, I know you haven't slept. Talk with me!" the emperor's voice sounded in Leng Qingyan's ear.

"Your Majesty, you are back!" Leng Qingyan said faintly, and there was no following.

"Princess Ai, what am I like in your heart? Tell me the truth and I won't be angry."

Leng Qingyan slowly turned to look at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty is the best in the hearts of his concubines. Your majesty, you've been tired all day. Please have a rest!" Leng Qingyan didn't want to say anything to make the emperor angry. Last time he just complained to the emperor and was hated by the emperor. This man's words are untrustworthy and very untrustworthy.

The emperor raised his mouth. He knew that he was extremely poor in Leng Qingyan's heart. He knew it last time in Shuangfeng stronghold.

"Sleep!" the emperor sighed and said to Leng Qingyan.

Leng Qingyan was not sleepy at all. He was even more sleepy when he was held by the emperor. He frowned and whispered, "Your Majesty, can you let go of your concubine? You can't sleep with your concubine!"

"I don't care, you are my woman, I will hold you, hold you all my life!" the emperor closed his eyes. He had a feeling that there would be no peace on the way back to the Palace this time, and something might happen. He was afraid that his cold face would disappear as soon as he released his hand. He was so afraid.

Leng Qingyan was silent, so he had to close his eyes until dawn.

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On the way, the emperor deliberately slowed down his steps for fear that Leng Qingyan didn't adapt. He arrived at the foot of the capital half a month later. Leng Qingyan just wanted to probe out to see the prosperity of the capital. He shot a feather arrow somewhere. Leng Qingyan was quickly brought back to the carriage by the emperor.

"Concubine AI is frightened!" the emperor seems to be calm when he is assassinated at the foot of the capital, and Leng Qingyan's face is very bad.

Here is only one step away from the capital, and the emperor's carriage is so low-key. Is it because the whereabouts have been leaked?

Leng Qingyan didn't want to understand what was going on. The top of the sedan chair was cut open, and then a man in black jumped down from it. The emperor narrowed his eyes, protected Leng Qingyan in his arms, and slapped the man in black out of the carriage.

The man in black was not a vegetarian. He took the opportunity to cut a hole in the emperor's wrist, and the bright red blood dripping at Leng Qingyan's feet.

"Your Majesty, you are hurt!" Leng Qingyan looked at the emperor's wrist and felt a little distressed.