Pampered Into Being The Empress

The accumulated rain fell along the heavy eaves of the East Palace, and Rong Xi could clearly hear the ticking and ticking sounds of the rain falling on the bluestone floor.

She only felt that the rhythm of her heartbeat was also consistent with the sound of falling rain.

Thumping, thumping.

The man in front of her has a clear and delicate nose and lips, his bones are compact and beautiful, the jaw and cheekbones are three-dimensionally distinct, and he is dressed up as her favorite man.

Mu Huai had her in her eyes, and she also had him in her eyes.

It was only now that Rong Xi understood the mood of those elopement girls.

No matter how determined the person is, he will be confused by such a man.

Who is the one who has lost his mind completely?

They all knew that they were going to the abyss, but even if they fell to pieces, they would walk to the edge of the cliff willingly.

Her heart has been completely eroded. Rong Xi knows that this kind of feeling is a bit crazy and dangerous. She wants to rein in the precipice in time to make herself not like him that much.

Seeing that she was silent, Mu Huai was still holding her chin carefully with his hand, and after leaning slightly, he kissed the woman's eyebrows with her lips.

He whispered: "Behaved, call again."

Rong Xi was procured by him, and his reason was on the verge of disintegration, and finally called him sweetly: "...Brother Zhi Yan."

The little darling eyes in front of him were extremely gentle.

Mu Huai's eyes were too thick to be turned away. He touched the top of Rongxi's hair rewardingly, and said warmly, "Good."

*****

The summer of Bianjing will be over, and the weather will be much cooler in the morning and evening.

Recently, after Mu Huai's next dynasty, in addition to going to the political affairs hall or the Dali Temple outside the palace, once there is a gap, he will go to the martial arts field in the Yin Cheng Mansion to practice martial arts.

On this day, Yin Cheng just took a break, and the little maid of Yin Mansion on duty by the martial arts field was envied by everyone. This errand is good, and you can get a glimpse of the prince's heavenly face.

The prince wore a dark suit, closed his eyes, and was holding a bow with his pierced fingers. He was tall and straight, with a long waist and long legs. He looked swift and brave.

He has a three-dimensional and exquisite side face, clearly showing the beauty of Zhilan Yushu, but without losing the masculinity of a man.

The prince was at the age of high spirits. What's amazing is that although his temperament has the pride of a superior, there is a kind of stability and depth that does not match his age.

Such a graceful and upright person is self-defeating.

—— With a "swish", the feather arrow hits the bullseye.

Yin Cheng shook his palm and applauded.

Mu Huai sent another nine crossbows and feathers, only one arrow deviated from the red heart by an inch.

After passing the long bow in his hand to the young man in Yin Mansion, Mu Huai frowned and said, "I haven't pulled the bow for a long time, and the hand is born."

Yin Cheng helplessly shook his head.

If this is still called hand-born, then those crossbowmen in Daqi should be cleared back to their hometown.

Yin Cheng is free today, not only to accompany Mu Huai in martial arts, but also to teach his six-year-old adopted son to draw the bow.

Huanniang's son was renamed Yin Yao by him. A while ago, Yin Cheng chose someone to make a small bow specially for Yin Yao.

Seeing Yin Chengzheng patiently teaching Yin Yu to draw the bow at the other end, Mu Huai walked to the two of them.

After the death of the previous life, Yin Cheng did not leave any children.

He was indeed negligent about his ministers, thinking about going back today, he asked the imperial physician in the palace who was still good at Xinglin to diagnose Mrs. Yin Cheng's pulse to see if there was a way to succeed.

Yin Yu is studying very seriously, but when Yin Cheng holds his little hand, he can send his arrow feathers a distance.

But once Yin Cheng let go of his hand and let him try it himself, Yin Yu's arrow couldn't be shot far away.

Yin Cheng said to his son warmly: "Don't be anxious, try again by yourself."

Yin Yao nodded obediently, and under the gaze of the two adults, he tried to draw the bow by himself.

Mu Huai stood with his hands behind and looked at Yin Yao silently.

Seeing him tried a few more times, he still couldn't do anything about it.

He walked in front of Yin Yu and taught the child the essentials personally.

The boy's stature can only reach his waist, and he has a stupid head and brain, and he is at his playful age, but the chubby arm does not have much strength.

Unexpectedly, with Mu Huai's teaching, Yin Yao quickly mastered the trick.

After Mu Huai released his arm, Yin Jiao held his small bow and shot the arrow feather|on the target with a sound of "swish-".

Although the arrow feather was far away from the bullseye, the child's expression was still very excited.

Mu Huai touched the boy's round head, his tone was a little relieved, and he praised in a low voice, "He is a smart boy."

Yin Cheng saw his son's eyes expressing admiration and admiration for Mu Huai, and hurriedly dragged Yin Yao to his side.

He knew that a child as old as Yin Yao was the easiest to have admiration for a strong parent.

Yin Cheng's tone was rare and quiet. He said to Mu Huai: "His Royal Highness also has his own son. When he gets older, he can teach him how to draw a bow."

Mu Huai could understand what Yin Cheng said.

He is saying, since you have your own children, don't come to abduct my children.

Mu Huai shook his head indifferently, and said helplessly to Yin Cheng: "That kid Mu Jue now knows nothing but eats and sleeps. He is just a crying meat dumpling. When he can save his bow, he will Four or five years later."

Yin Cheng pushed Yin Yao's little head and asked him to go back to find his wife, and then replied: "The day when the little emperor and grandson will grow up, please relax your mind and don't worry."

Only when Mu Huaishi taught Yin Yao how to draw a bow, he felt the joy of raising a son in his heart. He secretly said, when Mu Jue will grow up, he really wants to teach him how to ride and shoot arrows now.

Hurry up and grow up, let him, as an old man, also experience the joy of Yin Cheng.

Although Yin Chengguan's expression on Mu Huai is a little lonely, his temperament in recent days is not the same as before.

In the past, there was always hostility and ugliness between his eyebrows, but now he looks more calm and confident.

The whole person is in very good condition, and at first glance, he is comforted by the princess of the East Palace.

The breeze was blowing, and the fine sand on the martial arts field was swirling in the air.

Mu Huai said again: "When Yuer grows up, or you will have your own son in the future, I hope that the relationship between them and Mu Jue will be as good as you are alone."

Yin Cheng pulled the corner of his lips slightly, and replied: "Naturally, the son of the minister will definitely be loyal to the son of His Highness in the future."

At this time, the young man brought the weapons commonly used by the two men, and Mu Huai threw the knives commonly used by Yin Cheng to him. It is said that the two had not tried it for a long time.

Yin Cheng took it. He felt that Mu Huai was diligent in martial arts recently, and he should be preparing for something.

But he obviously had no intention to go to war.

What exactly is Namhuai going to do?

Yin Cheng couldn't guess Mu Huai's unpredictable thoughts, as he just wanted to keep fit.

******

Summer is about to pass, Bianjing is still shining brightly in the morning, and it starts to rain again in the afternoon.

After studying martial arts with Yin Cheng, the two drank some wine at the mansion, and Mu Huai returned to the East Palace before the evening.

He doesn't drink badly, and drinking is just for pleasure, never letting himself be in a state of unconsciousness.

Even if others think he is drunk, he is not.

After returning to the East Palace, Rong Xi was not there.

Mu Huai remembered that she had mentioned to him last night that today she was going to the Chen Palace with Concubine Dee to prepare for Mu Tao's marriage.

Rong Xi said that his wife Defei helped them a lot before, and as his wife, he also has to make more effort in Wang Chen's wedding ceremony.

In the previous life, Mu Tao married the domineering Tuoba Yue, and the marriage was unfortunate.

In this life, under Mu Huai's intentional matchmaking, Emperor Zhuang promised the first daughter of the founding princess to Mu Tao as his wife.

The county lord is a second-ranking title with a valuable status, but he has no actual position in the court.

Mu Huai thought deeply, even though he knew that Mu Tao had never been a courtier, he didn't want him to marry a powerful woman from his mother's family as a concubine.

Fortunately, the gentleness and virtuousness of the second daughter of the princess is well known in the Biandu family. I hope that in this life, Mu Tao's marriage will be happy.

Thinking about this, Mu Huai took a bath before Rong Xi returned to the palace, and washed away the alcohol.

After he changed into his normal clothes, the rain gradually increased and the temperature in the hall gradually became cold.

Rong Xi still did not return.

Mu Huai was worried, so he sent the **** to check the situation.

The **** soon returned to the side hall and told Princess Mu Huai that Princess Mu Huai had returned to the palace.

Mu Huai immediately raised his sleeves and went to find the woman.

Rong Xi was wearing the prince's heavy life clothes, but his transparent face looked pale when he looked up. Yanfen's mouth was also pale in the past, and his body was extremely uncomfortable.

Mu Huai was about to ask, but only heard Rong Xi call him weakly: "Husband..."

She leaned forward and fainted in front of him.

Mu Huai hugged the delicate woman horizontally in time, feeling a little flustered in his heart, and his face was extremely solemn.

After the imperial physician arrived at the Eastern Palace, he said to Mu Huai: "The prince had a cold body. This child was born prematurely and was tired recently. This happened during the last month, and the physique was weaker."

When Mu Huai heard the word Yueshi, he remembered how she had soaked him in cold water before, and felt both distressed and guilty for Rong Xi.

Before autumn, Mu Huai ordered his servants to burn charcoal in the temple.

The beauty of the beauty on the bed gradually recovered a little blood, Mu Huai sat on the side of the bed and kept guarding her.

Seeing her wake up, she ordered the palace staff to present red jujube **** soup.

After Rong Xi got up, he saw Mu Huai with sharp eyebrows, and asked her in a low tone, "I heard Danxiang said that you were uncomfortable in Prince Chen's Mansion. Why did you keep holding back not to talk, and not looking for opportunities to rest?"

Rong Xi knew that although Mu Huai's tone was like a reprimand, he was actually complaining that she didn't care about her body.

He whispered: "This is an old problem with my concubine body. Besides, it is also common for my daughter's monthly affairs to be unsatisfactory. It is not squeamish, and my concubine body does not want to lose her stance in front of Concubine De."

Mu Huai took the red jujube and **** silk water presented by the palace man, scooped it up with a porcelain spoon, and fed it into her mouth, while ordering: "Next time you are unwell, you can't bear it. You are sick and tortured. Lonely."

Rong Xi nodded obediently.

Mu Huai thought, and then ordered: "I will be ill tomorrow, Prince Chen's mansion is not a helper for you, Concubine De will understand."

Rong Xi listened, but said: "My husband is like this, it is inevitable that he will be too spoiled with his concubine, this is not good..."

Halfway through, she looked around again.

Seeing that there were no other palace members on his side, he said: "Now that the husband is the prince, no one will say anything. If in the future... the husband will come to the throne, the concubine will be the queen. If the husband is still so spoiled, those officials must I’ll give some advice."

Mu Huai didn't care, but after putting the **** silk red jujube water on his side, he replied, "I love my wife, who would make irresponsible remarks?"

Rong Xi pursed his soft lips, recalling everything in the past month.

Sometimes if he tossed her badly, Mu Huai would deliberately instruct the palace people not to let the palace people call her up and let her oversleep.

If she loses appetite, Mu Huai will criticize the chef.

A while ago, the little palace lady was a little reckless when grate her hair, she accidentally pulled her hair and hurt her.

After Mu Huai saw this, his deep eyes went wide, and he almost asked the **** to drag the court lady out and put dozens of boards.

Fortunately, she stopped her, otherwise the court lady would be beaten half-handed.

Rong Xi feels that Mu Huai usually treats his ministers and palace officials as rewards and punishments, and they are also diligent and self-disciplined.

Although a little addicted to that kind of thing, he is not a prince who is indulging in beauty and doing nothing.

But as soon as she encountered something related to her, Mu Huai's various behaviors were like a mediocre tyrant's treatment of misfortune.

Mu Huai had called her a disaster before, and Rong Xi didn't want to be the woman who confused the king.

He patiently explained to Mu Huai: "But the husband should not criticize the servant for some trivial matters, which is not good for the husband. The servants will inevitably make mistakes. If they are wrong, they will be punished according to the rules and will not be severely punished."

Mu Huai embraced the delicate woman who was talking to him in a low voice, and whispered: "The rest must be rewarded and punished, but you can't."

Rong Xi closed his eyes and leaned in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Why not?"

Mu Huai kissed the top of her hair, with a solemn tone: "Xi'er is the heart and liver of a lonely heart, and the few hairs lonely are distressed."

When the words were over, Rong Xi couldn't help but laughed in his arms.

There was a shallow pear on her cheek, and her smile was so beautiful that Mu Huai was also infected.

Only Rong Xi whispered in a weak voice: "Fortunately, there are no other palace residents. If you let others listen, your husband's fame will be ruined."

Mu Huai put the tall nose bridge against her neck, sniffing the fragrance of a woman's familiar hair and skin, and covering her lower abdomen with his big hands, suffocating the painful part for her.

He buried her in her neck, and said in a low voice: "Your minor illness of irregular menstruation is primitive Yu Gu, and Gu is of course distressed."

The thunder is endless, and the storm is about to come.

Rong Xi found a sense of security in Mu Huai's arms.

The hall is very warm, and the two are silently warm.

——"His Royal Highness...The justice of Qianyuan Palace is outside the East Palace, saying...that the emperor urgently calls you to Qianyuan Palace."

The little eunuch's voice was very anxious, breaking the original warm atmosphere of the bedroom.

Rong Xi's expression also gradually became alarmed, she had guessed something vaguely, and her gentle and beautiful eyes gradually became dreaded: "Husband...Father, he..."

Mu Huai kissed her eyebrows, and said warmly: "Don't be afraid, wait for Gu to come back."

After calming Rong Xi's emotions, Mu Huai strode out of the bedroom.

As soon as he left the East Palace, his eyes were no longer suitable to face Rong Xi's tenderness.

His expression was cold and indifferent, his eyes were cold but firm.

The little **** who holds the umbrella for Mu Huai will inevitably feel a little nervous.

Even if the Grand Duke of Qianyuan Palace came to the East Palace in person, no matter how stupid he was, he could guess that this is the emperor, and the end is coming.

I saw the prince in front of him who was tall and straight, and when he walked steadily to the Qianyuan Palace, he was calm and not afraid of wind and rain.

The little **** knew that the Great Qi Jiangshan was about to change hands.

This was a time that would make everyone in the palace deeply uneasy.

Right now, Prince Mu Huai is about to ascend to the throne and become emperor, inheriting the legacy of his father's generation.

But the little **** felt that even though Mu Huai was an emperor, even though he was an unusual servant in the Yongxi Palace, he felt more calm than before.