Chapter 46 Cheng En in Cheng'en Hall

Yes, who poisoned Yan Xurui? When someone asked this sentence, the hall fell into silence again.

"Your Majesty, today's incident is the fault of my concubine. It gives the villain a chance to do it, harms Mrs. Yan, and almost wronged Ling Cairen." The queen knelt down and pleaded guilty.

"The queen, don't blame yourself. That's a bitch. What does it have to do with the Empress?" Some of the concubines comforted.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to find out for a while. Let's go back to the palace first. The queen will explore it." The emperor picked up the queen, frowned and said.

"Please rest assured, my concubine will give justice to Mrs. Yan." The queen promised.

Everyone was about to leave and went back. The queen said again, "Your Majesty, tonight's sign hasn't been turned over yet." With that, he asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to present the green cards of the concubines.

As soon as this statement came out, the listless women just now were like chicken blood in an instant. Because of the interference of poisoning, they forgot the most important thing. Isn't it to dress so beautiful today to attract the attention of the emperor?

The emperor didn't seem to be so interested. After all, such a thing happened. About the face of Queen Gu Nian, he still reluctantly looked down at the green cards engraved with the names of the concubines.

Ling Xiao felt uncontrollably uncomfortable. He was the emperor, the emperor who sat in the world and had countless concubines, and she was just an unknown one among so many women.

"Your Majesty, today, Ling Cairen has been wronged." The medicine concubine opened her mouth at the right time, and the meaning inside is self-evident.

Ling Xiao was shocked and lowered his head nervously, not to see if the emperor's hand reached out to her sign.

"Congratulations, Ling Cairen, talented sister. You have to serve the emperor well tonight." It was the queen's smiling voice.

Ling Xiao's mind was in chaos. When she was completely awake, she had already appeared in the dormitory of Cheng'en Hall.

"How old are you this year?" The emperor was sitting next to her and looking at her gently.

"Concubine, I'm sixteen years old this year." Ling Xiao could almost hear the sound of his heart beating.

How much she wanted to look up and ask, are you him or not? He held back his nervousness and boldly raised his head, trying to see some familiar light in his eyes.

However, except for the handsome eyebrows and similar outlines, there is no difference in the eyes that are so deep that you can't see the bottom.

Did he forget her? He doesn't remember that there was such a little girl in his life? Still, it's just that she made a mistake. It's just two similar people.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao suddenly calmed down a little. Although Brother Feng was very similar to the emperor in front of him, he used to be a high-ranking prince, and possibly the crown prince. How could he be seriously injured and fall in a remote town?

"Have you seen enough?" The emperor suddenly opened his mouth and there was a touch of joke in his eyes.

Ling Xiao suddenly blushed. Maybe he really made a mistake. However, they were so similar that she was reluctant to take her eyes off.

"I still have some memorials that I haven't seen. You can take a break by yourself." The emperor scratched her cheek with a smile, and then got up and went to the small study on the side.

Ling Xiao didn't expect that the serious emperor at the banquet would do this to her, just like teasing a child. When he reacted it, his face would turn redder.

The dragon couch is very wide, and the curtains are stacked layer by layer. The thin brocade in summer is extremely smooth to touch, with a trace of coolness.

Ling Xiao sat at the head of the bed, hugged his knees, and unconsciously looked sideways. The emperor did not sleep, and the palace concubine did not dare to sleep. At this time, she didn't have time to think about anything else. All she knew was that the man inside was about to become his real husband.

Originally, she was very repulsive to serve the bed. On the one hand, she didn't want to be involved in the palace for love. On the other hand, she didn't want to entrust herself to a person who didn't know anything and didn't feel at all. Even if the price was lonely, she would die.

However, now, when she sees the emperor's appearance clearly... her heart is no longer repulsive, and there is even a touch of expectation that she is not aware of. They may not be the same person, but those similarities and feelings are enough to make Ling Xiao excited.

In the heart of the eight-year-old girl, she may not know what admiration is, but the figure of that person is buried in her heart like a seed, rooting and sprouting. After so many years, the feeling has already brewed into a jar of intoxicating wine in her heart. Although it is bitter, it is more mellow.

The current emperor, for Ling Xiao, is like a star who suddenly appears in a hopeless life, which seems to illuminate her future. She hasn't figured out how to go in the future. She only knows that the person she is waiting for in front of her overlaps with her inner figure.

Bang, heartbeat.

Sitting alone at the head of the bed, I don't know how long it has been. Ling Xiao couldn't help taking a nap, biting his head down, kowtopping on his knee, and waking up. She rubbed her eyes, and there was still no one around her. The whole room was extremely quiet. She looked at the side room, and there was candlelight.

She couldn't help but want to get up and go to the emperor's side to have a look, so she carefully put on her shoes on the bed and tiptoed to the side curtain. When she came here, she stopped again for fear of disturbing the emperor's handling of national affairs and annoy the holy driver.

Standing outside the curtain, he listened carefully, but he couldn't hear any sound. Ling Xiao couldn't help thinking that the emperor would not be in it at all, right?

As soon as this idea came out, she couldn't help it. She gently opened the curtain, walked around the screen and walked in, but saw the emperor lying on the desk and falling asleep.

The tight frown and tired face can't help but make Ling Xiao have the idea of pity. The emperor will also be tired. Usually, he can't easily show it in front of others, and only show his fragile side in his sleep.

Ling Xiao boldly took a few steps closer and saw a large pile of chapters on the table, but there was a book of poetry in the emperor's hand. She took a closer look curiously, but found that the emperor seemed to hold something in his hand, fiery red color, familiar color.

A flower chain, a bracelet made of Lingxiao flowers!

Ling Xiao was stunned. This time he was really stunned, which touched far more than the moment when he saw the emperor's appearance clearly in the banquet hall.

How could it be like this? All this turned out to be true. The person in front of her is the brother Feng she has been thinking about for many years.

At this time, the emperor's shoulder moved slightly, and Ling Xiao blinked his red eyes, hurried out and returned to **.

If two similar people are a great coincidence, then Ling Xiao doesn't believe that these two people will happen to have the same thing. She can't make a mistake about the Lingxiao flower chain she made herself!

"I haven't slept yet." A soft inquiry came to my ear.

Ling Xiao was shocked and ashamed of his gaffe.

"The emperor forgives you, my concubine, I just went distracted." He still keeps the chain she gave him, so he can't forget it, but why doesn't he seem to recognize her at all?

"Are you nervous?" The emperor didn't think it was pestle, but hugged her and let her lean in his arms.

Ling Xiao neither nodded nor shook her head. At this moment, she was completely controlled by joy and excitement. The intimacy that had never existed seemed to be so shameful. All she knew was that the person holding her at this moment was exactly what she was thinking about, and the only person she could think openly in the world.

The soft curtain hung quietly, and the bright yellow palace silk fell to the ground. The empty bedroom was not as quiet as ordinary dust, so quiet that the sound of copper leakage outside could almost be heard.

The brocade is smooth, and the hand is gently stroked, and it has slipped off the shoulders, revealing the white fragrant shoulders. The emperor's big hand, which is not very warm, touches the skin, arousing a layer of crisp and numb trembling. As soon as his kiss fell, she felt suffocated, and her body gradually became hot, as if there was a raging fire burning. The deeper the kiss, the more lingering it is, and it is gradually lost in the sweet tenderness.

Hibiscus tent is warm, and the room is a good place.

The night in the deep palace is very long and quiet.

I was so tired that I fell asleep. When I woke up, I didn't know what the night was. Seeing the man sleeping on the pillow, Ling Xiao felt a trace of reality.

She didn't even notice it herself. When she looked at his sleeping face, the tenderness of the corners of her eyebrows and eyes almost oozed out.

When she woke up, she suddenly figured out why the emperor obviously had her in his heart, but he didn't show any "old feelings" to her at all.

Ling Xiao can see that there must be doubts in his heart. After all, no matter how big the change in eight years, it will not completely change, but it must be uncertain, just like she could not confirm him at the beginning.

He must have thought that the little girl in those years was a peasant girl, and how could she be connected with today's magistrate's daughter? Even if he was going to send someone to investigate, how could his father let people know that he spoiled his concubine and killed his wife and kicked his wife and daughter out to live in the small yard? What's more, even my mother has been taken back to Ling's house now. It can almost be said that the yard is empty. What can be found under the deliberate concealment of someone?

As for the name, he only knows that her name is "xiaoer", which is just a small name. It really can't be counted, not to mention such a popular nickname. With the same word, how can he confirm her identity with such a big difference in the situation of eight years ago?

If there is hope, there will be disappointment. He is not sure, so he doesn't recognize each other.

Of course, Ling Xiao knows in his heart that if she takes the initiative to talk about the past with the emperor face to face, there will be no problem.

But does she really want to say it?

She knows that as long as she says it, she is the "xiaoer" who saved him in those years. Then, whether it is out of kindness, friendship or possible love, the emperor will never be bad for her. In the future, her situation in the palace may be completely different, and her status will rise.