Pampered Into Being The Empress

Standing on the top of the building and looking up into the distance, you can not only see the exquisite setting of the East Palace, but also see the rushing palace people next to the Donghua Gate.

Rong Xi leaned against Mu Huai's arms in the summer flowers and trees. After hearing this man's words, his white face was red and red.

Rong Xi slightly replied in a daze: "...there were so many times last night, is it not enough? Husband...you have to consider your own body, you can't always do this."

Mu Huai circled the woman's slender waist with strong and powerful arms, and replied lightly without blinking: "Not enough."

And it is far from enough.

Rong Xi lowered his eyes helplessly, and couldn't help but recall the days when Mu Huai was the Fourth Prince.

She knew in her heart that once Mu Huai got involved in this matter, it would be endless and not tired.

Rong Xi comforted himself in his heart, at least Mu Huai was more gentle and compassionate than before.

When he was the fourth prince, he was too arrogant and rude, and whenever she was doing her errands well, the man picked her up when she said, and then went straight to the subject without saying a word.

Now Mu Huai can tell her in advance so that she can be mentally prepared.

Mu Huai hugged the sweetheart in his arms for a few minutes, covering her from the wind upstairs.

He kissed the woman's greasy cheek, and bit his ears with her: "Xi'er once promised to be lonely and will make up for the loneliness, and he is not allowed to speak or count."

Speaking like this, he pinched Rong Xi's waist.

Rong Xi dodged a bit, then whispered back: "Yes...Yes..."

Mu Huai asked in a low voice, "Xi'er wants to deny it? Huh?"

Rong Xi shook his head again and again, and said in a delicate voice: "Isn't there any..."

Mu Huai subdued the woman who tried to escape from his arms, and asked again: "Let Gu Ye take good care of you, okay?"

Rong Xi secretly hated that he was useless.

Mu Huai just said a few words to her, and her body weakened, and she could only let the man put her in her arms, admiring her shame and cramps.

The maids downstairs are walking, although they all know that it is disrespectful to look up at the prince and the prince, but the right pair of married couples like that makes people can’t help but watch.

The prince is tall and handsome, and the princess is slender and helpless. It is really a pair of talented women and a perfect match.

The two seemed to be whispering something. The palace people thought that the prince who was so cold and majestic would also have some intimate love words with his beloved wife.

Seeing that Rong Xi was still blushing, Mu Huai teased her again: "If you don't like the evening, just choose the day, Xier chooses the same."

Rong Xi clenched his pink fist, slammed the man's shoulder lightly, and whispered: "If your husband is good or bad, you know you are bullying your concubine..."

Mu Huai held her slender wrist, his grim brows and eyes were clearly smiling, but his tone was pretentiously low: "I am more capable, and dare to say lonely and bad."

Rong Xi's beautiful eyes turned slightly, but he didn't feel that the man was reprimanding her.

She put her face on the man's sturdy chest peacefully, and said nothing.

But there was a secret message in his heart that it was bad, and Mu Huai was really necrotic.

******

Clouds in the sky of Bianjing are deep and rainy.

Weiyang Palace is now a scene of decay. Empress Zhai is wearing the queen's luxurious life clothes, with solemn makeup and hair. However, the face is covered with thick powder, which can hardly conceal her aging and haggard state.

Although the Zhai family was stolen, Emperor Zhuang still treated her well as his wife. Weiyang Palace's rules were as usual, and her food and clothing expenses were not severely deducted by the people in the family.

Empress Zhai stood in front of the threshold window, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hands, but she did not have the respect and peace of those who worshipped the Buddha.

Her expression was clearly preoccupied, and even due to overthinking, the thread of the prayer beads could not withstand her pulling. After breaking, the prayer beads fell to the ground with a beeping sound.

Empress Zhai can be sure that if Mu Huai ascends the throne, Emperor Zhuang can still protect her as the queen mother before his death, and will urge Mu Huai not to let him take her life.

But what use is this?

She was trapped in this Weiyang Palace, her mother's house collapsed, and her family was destroyed, leaving her alone. In this deep palace, her concubine laughed at herself secretly.

Empress Zhai hated Rong Xi and Mu Huai very much.

What was especially disgusting was that the feelings of these two people were so good. Mu Huai, an arrogant and ruthless person, gave Rong's supreme love as if he had fallen in love.

Rong was originally just a court lady beside Yu Zhaorong, but now she has everything.

Respected status, stunning looks, healthy children.

The family background that had been most criticized before was also reversed, and a younger brother of the Emperor of the Falconry emerged halfway.

It is said in the palace that the falcon is willing to send so many good horses and ores, and the big reason is because of the relationship between the crown prince and the eldest son of falcon.

The Zhai family was copied that day, to Queen Zhai, it was like a nightmare.

She and Concubine Shu's tricks were seen through, and Mu Huai sent Concubine Shu into the cold palace. Although she couldn't inquire about Concubine Shu's condition, she could guess that Mu Huai would not make her feel better.

Queen Zhai knew that she had no other bargaining chips, and she could not defeat Mu Huai at all by her own strength.

But as long as she lives for a day, she won't let Mu Huai and Rong Shi's **** feel better.

——"Why do you always vomit suddenly recently?"

The voice of the palace lady Lan Ruo interrupted Queen Zhai's thoughts. After hearing about her reputation, Queen Zhai saw a young maidservant kneeling on the ground with red eyes, letting Lan Ruo scold her.

Queen Zhai walked to the two of them and asked, "What's the matter?"

She looked at the lady of the court and felt that she was quite beautiful, but there were too many beauties in the palace, and her appearance could only be counted as Err.

The court lady just vomited again when she was about to reply.

Lan Ruo and Queen Zhai looked at each other, and they had the same guess in their hearts.

Lan Ruo forced the court lady and said, "Don't think I don't know. You walked very close to a guard this month, did you do something shameful with him while carrying the empress?"

The maid was able to see through her thoughts and hurriedly explained: "The servant...the servant does not, the servant just ate her stomach."

Lan Ruo scolded: "Is it right? Ask a doctor girl to know at a glance."

The maidservant was timid and had no idea in her heart, and immediately admitted her mistake: "The slave maid...The slave maid will take care of the things in her stomach, and please don't drive the slave out of the palace."

Empress Zhai smiled deeper and deeper. She leaned slightly and lifted the palace lady’s chin up with her hands. While looking at her with a frightened face, she said, “You know, you committed a crime in the palace. If this palace wants your life, no one will say anything."

The maid was so scared that she wept and pleaded: "The slave maid begs the empress, and the slave maid will die..."

Queen Zhai loosened the palace lady's chin, and did not reply to the palace lady's words.

Look, the sky is endless.

God still gave this opportunity to her.

******

In the afternoon of that day, Bianjing began to rain in a torrential manner.

The misty rain, the smell of rain made the ambergris burning in the temple diffuse a little stronger, and the room was full of its loose and spacious taste.

This rain actually added a bit of fairy air like ink and wash to the original luxurious scenery of the East Palace.

Since Mu Huai was Xiumu, he didn't need to wear heavy court clothes in the East Palace. Today he finally took the time to accompany her, and Rong Xi began to dress up as a man.

Rong Xi changed Mu Huai's body and white shirt, and coaxed the man to re-tie his hair.

She followed the style of the man's hair she liked, and made him wear a small sapphire crown.

Rong Xi’s favorite type of man in the past was the kind of gentle and jade-like prince from the family, and it’s best to have some elegant banal spirit on his body.

Mu Huai's appearance is the beauty of Zhilan Yushu, but his temperament is extremely aggressive.

He sat in front of the mirror stage, closed his eyes and frowned, his aura was extremely strong.

Rong Xi swallowed his mouth, brushing the man's hair, and chirping like a bird, chatting with Mu Huai about Mu Jue's trivial matters.

Mu Huai suddenly realized that something was wrong, and asked displeasedly: "Are you treating Gu as a puppet doll in your daughter's family? What kind of decent is it with clothes and hair tied?"

Originally, Rong Xi still imagined Mu Huai as his gentle lover in his mind. The man scolded her with a deep face, and she suddenly stopped those careful thoughts.

But Mu Huai was right, she did treat him as a doll.

After Mu Huai changed his clothes, the palace staff felt that the crown prince now looked like a glamorous son.

And the princess wore a bright yellow Huayu, like a pretty lady who had not been out of the pavilion.

Both of them are very young and outstanding, but they even have children.

Those **** did help Rong Xi lighten a lot of burdens. Mu Jue was still pretty well-behaved, but because of her young age, she would inevitably cry.

But when he was crying, it was also the experienced nanny who helped Rong Xi to take care of him. Rong Xi didn't do much, and he could read some books every day to take care of the affairs of the East Palace.

Thinking about it carefully, she struggled a little bit when she was pregnant with Mujue and she was born with Mujue, but after his death, she didn't suffer much.

After the rain became stronger, Rong Xi felt that Mu Huai's mood was obviously not right.

His temperament is still surly and uncertain.

Now his handsome face was gloomy, and the palace servants in the middle of the hall felt that something was wrong with Mu Huai, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Mu Huai was still young, but at the age of twenty-two, there was always a natural majesty in him.

Rong Xi walked beside him, preparing to accompany him to see Mu Jue, but also held his breath, afraid of breathing.

Mu Huai's slender and thick palms already held her hand. He seemed to feel the fear in her bones for him, and he whispered: "Don't be afraid of loneliness."

Rong Xi shook his head and replied softly, "I'm not afraid of my concubine."

Mu Huai is a reborn person. He can remember the approximate trajectory of his previous life. Although some details cannot be clearly remembered, if he encounters a specific scene or thing, he will quickly recall it.

Bianjing was approaching the rainy season. He recalled that Emperor Zhuang's previous life had passed away during the summer rainy season.

After Emperor Zhuang's death, although Mu Huai always claimed to be cruel and ruthless, he was in his early twenties at that time.

In the eyes of courtiers, Mu Huai was a new emperor with fierce wrists and hard work.

But at this age, his parents are lost.

The beloved woman and unborn child have already left him.

No one knows, there is always a sense of desolation in his heart.

After he was reborn, although he rescued Rong Xi and his son, he was still helpless with regard to his father's life and death.

Mu Jue was born more and more cute, and she was clever, with dark eyes.

He looked more like Rong Xi before, but now it seems that Mu Jue looks more and more like him.

Rong Xi familiarly hugged the small dumpling into her arms, and she kissed the soft cheek of the child, trying to keep herself from seeing Mu Huai's slightly gloomy face.

Mu Jue was very likable, and when he reached her arms, he began to giggle.

Rong Xi suddenly remembered that since Jue'er was born, Mu Huai didn't seem to hug him well, so he whispered to the man: "Husband, you also hug Luo'er."

Mu Huai took the soft little dumpling, and he held Mu Jue's armpit with his big hand and raised him up.

But the look in his eyes did not have his father's love.

There was a bit of scrutiny in the deep ink eyes, and some feelings that Rong Xi couldn't understand.

At this time, a huge thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and a crack of pinkish pink flashed, immediately illuminating the slightly dim palace due to the rain.

With the thunder, everyone in the room except Mu Huai's complexion changed slightly.

Mu Jue was so scared to cry by the sound, but Mu Huai still held him.

Another rift flashed across the horizon, and the light hit Mu Huai and everyone again.

Mu Huaifeng's eyebrows were as black as ink, with a tall and delicate nose hanging in his face, but his deep, cool and thin eyes were unblinking, and he saw that there was a beautiful beauty.

Rong Xi's heart trembled by the sound of thunder. After calming his mind for a while, he immediately took the child back from Mu Huai's hand.

She whispered to the nurse to take the child back and take care of it.

Mu Huai's expression gradually recovered, and he was not prepared to waste the whole day, so he went to the study before nightfall.

The people from Zhongshushe sent the papers from the Zhengshitang to the East Palace, and Rong Xi remained silent in the study as before, rubbing the ink carefully for the men.

Seeing the incense ash in the smoker gradually disappeared, some spices were added to it.

Mu Huai was very attentive when criticizing the book, and he was unpleasant to disturb, but Rong Xi had been waiting for him for so long, and he could guess when he needed some tea.

After preparing tea, Rong Xi was about to bring it to the case not far from the man's hand, and there was another thunder from the horizon, which was shocking.

Rong Xi was a little afraid of thunder, but after doing these errands for so many years, he would not break the tea cup to the ground.

But when the tea cup was placed on the case, her delicate hands still trembled, and when the tea cup touched the case, it made a lingering sound.

Mu Huai's face was three-dimensional and delicate. He glanced at her after hearing the movement, and asked, "There is loneliness, even thunder can't hurt you. What are you afraid of?"

Rong Xi's tone of voice was concerned, and instead of replying to the man's words, he asked him in a low voice: "My husband...do you have something on your mind today?"

Mu Huai put the wolf pen in his hand on the case, and remained silent for a moment.

He was about to re-enter that position. In the previous life, he had no fear at all, and he has no fear in this life, but his mood is somewhat complicated.

After his death in the previous life, the soul floated above the Yongxi Palace for a while, and he knew that the official posthumous title of the Ministry of Rites was "wu".

Wu can represent the virtue of the mighty martial arts, and it can also represent the defiance of military force.

Mu Huai has deep feelings for the foundations of Jiangshan left by his fathers. Although he was diligent in his previous life, he could not find the meaning of doing so.

In front of Rong Xi, he was not the prince, nor the future emperor of Qi.

Separating these two identities, he is just Mu Huai, Rong Xi's husband.

Mu Huai said to the fragile and helpless woman beside him: "Sit on a lonely leg."

Rong Xi was accustomed to this for a long time, so he sat up carefully, and Mu Huai adjusted the position of the charming child in his arms so that she could look at him directly.

Mu Huai brushed the broken hair on her temple with his phalanx hand, and asked in a low voice: "Xi'er thinks, does the orphan be a good emperor?"

--"meeting."

The woman's voice was very sweet and soft, but she didn't hesitate when she returned to him.

The grille leaked out of the window, and there was wind and rain, and the gentle fragrance of nephrite in his arms.

He only heard Rong Xi said again: "The concubine has always believed in her husband, and since long ago, she believed in her husband very much."

The woman's eyes looked at her earnestly and solemnly.

The two were very close, and Mu Huai saw her slightly lonely expression in her amber-like clear and beautiful pupils.

Rong Xi's remarks seemed to be steadily pouring strength into his heart.

As an emperor, he can be cold-hearted.

But the only exception to this woman.

Rong Xi is everything to him.

With her by his side, he can become the monarch of the Qi Kingdom he wants to be, and he has the confidence to realize his ambitions in the territory left to him by his parents.

Rong Xi's soft words comforted him, but Mu Huai still wanted to find a deeper level of comfort in her.

Seeing that the man needs her very much at this moment, Rong Xi did not shyly refuse her as usual.

Mu Huai cupped the woman's face with one hand, kissed her soft earlobe, and whispered: "Standing in the palace outside the study room, crying for a while."

******

The endless rain finally rested.

The two people in the study were also calming their unsteady breathing.

Rong Xi was a little weak, so he turned his face and pressed it to the man's shoulder.

Originally today, she dressed Mu Huai in a bookish manner, his brows and eyes were cold and cold, and his temperament suddenly increased a little bit of abstinence.

The two were still in the study, with Zhezi and Yuxi on the case.

Rong Xi felt that all kinds of suitable talents were just like what he used to read.

She is like a girl in the boudoir who was abducted and abducted by her childhood sweetheart and elder brother, avoiding her with him, and stole Yun Huan with him in the study on a misty day.

Shicai couldn't help herself, and called Mu Huai's brother Zhiyan.

Originally, the man's eyes looked at her with pampering and tenderness, but after hearing this sound of Brother Zhiyan, those deep eyes gradually became dark.

In the end, Rong Xi suffered a lot because of this brother Zhiyan.

But she still liked it a little bit in her heart.

So exciting.

Rong Xi thought like this in his heart, and Mu Huai kissed her on the forehead, and he asked her dumbly, "Do you like it? Does it still feel uncomfortable?"

Rong Xi's voice became more and more sweet, sweet and hoarse, she narrowed her eyes, and whispered back: "I like...not uncomfortable..."

Mu Huai faintly said, "But Xi'er makes the lone uncomfortable."

After listening, Rong Xi looked at the handsome face of the man in disbelief. She opened her mouth slightly and closed it again.

What is so uncomfortable about Mu Huai?

This should be the legendary one.

It's shameless.

She put her face on his shoulder again, groaned delicately, and asked in a low voice, "What is so uncomfortable about my husband? Could it be that he is teasing his concubine again..."

——"Your little mouth is about to kill the lonely."

When the words fell, Rong Xi's cheeks felt hot.

She bit him, but Mu Huai's words clearly meant nothing.

Rong Xi's complexion was slightly sullen, and he muttered in the man's arms: "Hate~"

The corners of Mu Huai's lips became more pulled, and she straightened her delicate little face with his hand, while watching her dodging eyes, he said in a bewildering voice, "Being beloved, then call Gusheng Brother Zhiyan."