Disgraced Consort

On the 15th of November, the first day of Tianyong, late.

Xi Yan used the soup medicine. Afternoon, she slept until the supper. Liqiu stayed outside the gauze. He heard a little movement from the temple and said softly:

"Ma'am, are you going to have dinner?"

"Just pass."

Li Qiu responded and went back to the palace to order the palace people to eat.

Xi Yan sat up and lay like this all the time, reflecting that she seemed not too keen.

She stroked her slightly numb legs, and tonight, she did not want to sit on the couch and eat.

Tonight, according to the ancestral system, Xuanyuan will go to the queen's Luanfeng Palace during dinner, and will stay at the queen.

Over the past few days, he was accompanied by him every night, and I didn't feel how. Once, suddenly, he was not in the hall, but it was a bit cold.

However, the place he went to was more unrelievable than any of the concubines of the Six Palaces.

The fetus in her abdomen prevented her from having too much emotion.

So, she didn't want to lead herself to think about anything.

Would it be better to get up temporarily and let the horizon not be limited to the corner of the bed?

A few cases of eating are placed in front of the couch. The chair next to the case is not far from the couch. Walking around a little is not necessarily bad for the body.

Her toes moved to the couch and reached into the silk.

Because she hadn't gotten up for a long time, she slowly stood up holding a railing hanging beside her tent, raised her eyes, and just saw herself in the bronze mirror on the side of the bed. More than a month of conditioning showed the richness she had never had before, and her hands consciously touched her cheeks. It still remembers that Si Ni once said that Xuanyuan Yu was a thin woman with a good heart.

Now, where does her face and bloated body mean slim?

Since the maintenance of the fetus, the daily grooming is entirely served by the maid. Because most of the time she rests on the couch, her blue silk has not been combed up again, so there is basically no need for makeup.

Today, when I saw myself in the mirror at first glance, in addition to being stunned, there were other meanings faintly.

"Niangniang, the court has just told you, you can't get up!"

Li Qiu's voice rang in her ears, and the man came to him.

"No harm."

Xi Yan sat down in front of the dressing table, from the bed to the end, but there are only three steps, only these three steps, how can it be?

"Niangniang." Li Qiu called.

Xi Yan condensed her face and hands in the bronze mirror, but still touched her chin.

"Niangniang, after a month of nursing, the appearance of Niangniang is great." Liqiu stood behind her and said.

I saw red again a few days ago, but Li Qiu looked at the evening face in the mirror and looked much better than when he first returned to the palace.

"Is it?" Xi Yanyou raised her eyebrows and looked at Liqiu from the bronze mirror. "Don't you think this palace is full of plump?"

"You are a person with a body, naturally fuller, and good for children."

Xi Yan's eyebrows grew tighter, and she glanced at the dinner that the maiden put on a few cases behind her, and then blurted out and asked:

"Is there any meal that can take care of the fetus and make this palace look less plump?"

Li Qiu didn't know what to do with this sentence, only to digress:

"Ma'am, did you move the dinner to you?"

"Don't bother, just put a few cases on, and after a while, you help this palace to pass."

Xi Yan's hand randomly picked up the comb on the dressing table. The comb was made of fine boxwood, inlaid with red agate and emerald, which was the only thing on the dressing table.

Except for the bronze mirror and comb, the jewelry and rouge that should have been on the dressing table are all missing.

Because, she can't use it at all.

She combed the blue silk one by one, to cover up the embarrassment of Fang Cai's words.

A group of people in the palace carried the dishes into the hall, and the figure was in between, she saw that behind Liqiu, a bright yellow figure appeared.

Her hand was stagnant, her face, stunned, and she felt a little hot.

Just what she did n’t mean to say, did he hear it?

From this end of the bronze mirror, she saw that Xuan Yuan waved those palaces out.

Nuo Da's inner hall, separated by a silver-carbon basin, left him and her.

According to the present hour, he should drive to Luanfeng Palace.

But he came.

In some accidents, the taste that lingers in my heart is more than just what the accident can cover.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just thinking, Emperor, how did you come here?"

She spoke this sentence casually, and smelled that the nice ambergris on him was close at hand.

And his dark eyes were condensing towards her.

At the end of the picture, there were broken stars shining and shining so that she turned her face away and no longer looked at him.

She was afraid that if she looked back, she would be lost in his eyes and sink deeper and deeper.

However, he had a comb in his hand, carefully combing the three thousand silk for her, and said softly:

"I want to accompany you for a meal, so I came." He said it directly, "How did I get up?"

"Always lying down, a little dizzy, and got up."

If she was just dizzy, how could she get up.

It was only that empty place and blockage in her heart that made her unwilling to lie down on the couch.

He seemed to see something through her calm face through the bronze mirror, saying:

"When it's New Year's Eve, I will take you to Yijingxing Palace when I'm free from the morning.

"Uh?" She uttered this syllable, but her heart beat uncontrollably.

"This time, the road will not be bumpy, I promise."

He put down the comb in his hand, turned to her, and gazed softly at him.

"Well." It was just a monophone, and subconsciously, she buried her face lower.

At that time, he looked at her through the bronze mirror, no matter what, in the end it would not be too real.

Of course, now, he looked at her like this. Before, she had never found out that she was rich like this, but now, she finally knew.

So, tonight, before he went to Luanfeng Palace, she didn't want to, he looked at her more now.

After all, Queen Chen Jin is slim.

The Queen Chen Jin, although not the one who directly killed her mother, did the sudden change of Bi Luo really have nothing to do with Chen Jin?

She does not consume energy and think hard, but she can't really do it.

Uncertain about her thoughts, she suddenly realized that her body was in a vacancy, and in a surprise, he just hugged her horizontally.

"A lot heavier."

He seemed to say this lightly, and fell into her ears.

Her hands grasped his shirt subconsciously, so that, with a little effort, he noticed her small movements, Shen Shen:

"what happened?"

"Um, just, some are not used to it."

She stumbled, knowing that her small movements were detected by him again, but the blush on her cheeks stained her ears together.

He glanced at her meaningfully, and the words came out, but only made her want to find a hole to drill down:

"Are you unaccustomed to being hugged like this, or are you unaccustomed to, suddenly thinking about my preferences?"

"Concubine doesn't know what you are talking about."

No matter how blushed, you can't be silent. If it's silent, doesn't it mean that she has defaulted?

He simply stopped, and did not let her go, but did not take another step.

She sensed that he was not moving, and her hands clasped his neck a little more:

"Emperor, let the concubine down, concubine-too heavy."

He hugged her more tightly, gazing at her delicate red-stained look at this time, his voice low, with a bit of ambiguity:

"I don't think it's too heavy. I like your plump appearance."

"Uh--" She lifted her face in amazement, just in front of his shining eyes of broken stars, where there was a faint blue, just like it was when she first saw it.

But, when he first saw him, how could he be so gentle now?

"What they said, you believe it, I told you, you have believed it, just fine."

"Who said I didn't believe you?"

She whispered the words on the interface and felt that she was out of order, and then she had to close her mouth. It was too late.

"Why don't you call your concubine?"

There seemed to be a smile in his voice, which fell into her ears, but heard something else.

"The concubine was overdone, please forgive the emperor."

He looked at her again carefully, no longer teasing her, just put her gently on the couch, slender fingertips lifted her chin:

"Yeah, it's getting roundabout again."

"This is a palace rule, and concubines should naturally keep it."

She avoided his gaze, so strange, every time, her heart was jumping faster and faster.

"In the future, I no longer need to call myself a concubine."

He let go of her chin, seeming to say it lightly.

"Don't listen to what they call my preferences. What I like is the pedantic woman named Nalan Xiyan."

"Like?" She repeated the words.

Just like it?

He turned back and sat down in front of several cases beside the couch:

"These dishes are light tonight. On weekdays, when you accompany me, the meals you use are much more greasy. It can be seen that if I don't come to you, you will be less restrained.

"Does the emperor like light dishes?" She asked lowly.

"My preferences are often involuntary, but I am with you, but with my heart."

The meaning in this sentence, she could understand, but, this level of understanding made her more worried.

She lowered her face to herself, Hao wrist relaxed, served him a bowl of stewed duck soup with Cordyceps and Ganoderma lucidum.

He watched her carefully hold the bowl of soup and brought it to him:

"It's cold, drink some soup to warm your lower body, and then eat."

He took it in her hand, but when she saw that she didn't use it, he smiled faintly and scooped a spoonful of soup to her lips.

Her face did not know whether it was reflected by candlelight, or a little redness appeared again, and she lowered her head, and the voice gradually faded:

"The emperor used it first."

She naturally has her worries in mind. Although the soup looks light, it is still greasy compared to other dishes in the case. She seems to be able to see it reflected in the spoon The lower jaw will soon be more than mellow, and even a shadow will appear.

She thought about it, and she only used chopsticks to use some refreshing dishes.

He closed his hand and only tasted the bowl of soup slowly, and did not force her.

He and she used this meal very slowly, seemingly wishing to extend the duration of this meal.

Of course, no matter how slow it is, it will finally run out.

Grandpa Li was in the outer hall and bowed down:

"Emperor, is it time to drive?"

Yes, he should have used Luanfeng Palace for dinner, but he was always worried about her, so he didn't pass, but he still had to go after all.

In her heart, she was reluctant. These reluctances were very clear and clear, and she could not be avoided.

However, I suddenly remembered what Tong Hengyue said in the morning.

If he did n’t go to Luanfeng Palace tonight, would n’t Yinqi Cang come into the palace with Hengyue for a while, would n’t he come across it? And she must have missed an opportunity to ask Yin Mi Cang.

If he went to Luanfeng Palace tonight, she knew that she couldn't do it lightly because of Chen Jin's reasons.

The entangled state of mind made her only sideways and covered her lips with Sipa.

He wanted to say something, but when she saw her sideways, he smiled at Mo Mo, and finally got up and said to the outside of the hall:

"Qi driving Luanfeng Palace."

With a word, he slowed his pace a little, and afterglow in the corner, just saw that she was going to follow him.

At this point, the deeper the smile on his lips, turned around, warm hands stroking her shoulder:

"How come again?"

"I wonder if it snowed again outside."

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