Chapter 8 The gloomy dilemma

"In the past few days, he has either gone to Ningyun Pavilion or to some beauty or Jieyu's bedroom. Your most magnificent Jingren Palace is just a decoration. Men have always liked the new and hate the old. He is the emperor of the Jin Dynasty. There are so much beauty in the palace. How can he miss those beauties? How can he give up those soft jade and fragrance for you? You are so naive!"

Sarcasm and criticism, as long as Xiang Xue seizes the opportunity, he will be demoted for nothing, and there is no way to refute it.

"Men like the new and hate the old. Do you think Zong Chenghuan will be the same?" She raised her head from silence and looked softly at Xiang Xue.

He gave a few strokes to the corner of Xue's mouth and took a breath: "He won't."

"How do you know he won't? Aren't all men the same in the world? Yin Piaoxuan smiled and lay down lazily: "Can you guess what's on his mind? Now he is the majesty of Didan Kingdom, isn't it three thousand in the harem, and the beauty is on the side?

There is no way to refute the facts and spit out a few words to Xue: "You know he won't."

Yin Pan slowly closed her eyes and stopped saying a word.

Xiang Xue stared at her for a long time, and her unpinked beauty was filled with a different breath, indifferent and elegant. She was so charming that she took away his heart like that. His tireless and his bumps were in her eyes and painful in her heart, but he did not know Tao.

Now that Yin Piansun has become a noble concubine, she seems to be completely satisfied with this situation. How can he fill this inevitable love far away from Didan?

Xing Xue took a deep breath: "There is a saying that I have always wanted to ask you, do you really have feelings for your majesty, or are you just using him all the time to scare him, and you have never tolerated him in your heart?"

For a long time, she only lay down and still didn't say a sound. She sneered coldly to Xue, went straight out of Jingren Palace, found a remote place, and sat down gloomyly.

She looked down at her palace costume and sneered. Now she should be by his side, instead of staying with Yin Huanxuan. Your Majesty, if you knew the current situation of Yin Huanxuan, what choice would you make?

"Who the hell are you?"

A cold sentence splashed from the top of her head. She got up quickly, took a step back vigilantly, stared straight at him, and secretly blamed herself for noticing that someone was approaching.

Shi Yan put his hands on his chest and sneered, "With your reaction, if you are not a killer or a well-trained bodyguard, who are you?"

"Wow", a cool breeze passed by, and a silver light flashed by. Xiang Xue was shocked. He glanced down at the knife on his neck, raised his eyes and said harshly, "What do you want?"

"Tell me your identity, or I will kill you!"

"If you want to kill, why do you need to be talky?"

"Are you not afraid of death?!"

Xiang Xue didn't blink: "If I was afraid of death, I wouldn't stand here!"

"Good!" Shi Yanqing shouted, her hand turned around, and the silver light shook. She instinctively closed her eyes to Xue. There was no tingling or blood. She opened her eyes in surprise, and a wisp of hair slipped from the blade and slowly floated down.

"The courage is really good. You go. You'd better stay safe, or I'll kill you sooner or later!"

looked at him at Xue, didn't say a word, restrained his clothes, and strode away.

When she went far away, a green robe flashed out from the side: "This woman is not simple. What is her identity?"

Shi Yan took a deep breath and shook his head: "I don't know!"

"Her identity is not clear, and I'm afraid it will be a disaster!" He often laughed and said in a low voice.

"I will pay attention!" Shi Yan suddenly changed the topic: "Can everything be prepared?"

Chang smiled and nodded: "I'm ready, just wait for him to enter the urn."

Shi Yan answered, took the knife back to the scabbard, took a few steps back, turned around and asked, "Now, do you still have the idea of killing her?"

He pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty: "The harem is no longer within my ability. She is a noble concubine. Is it possible for me to overdo it? As long as she doesn't want to kill me!"

She often smiled and sighed, but she didn't know whether the Lanxin would complain in front of her, and whether she would give up on this matter. Now he is everywhere. If she wants to get back the ten sticks for Lan Xin, she will definitely not escape, but at that time, it was his order!

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"Wanxi, why don't you go and wait for it?" Seeing Wanxi still stunned, Lin Wan scolded.

Wanxi nodded a little and hurriedly followed in.

Lin Wan sighed gently. Tonight, as in the previous days, he stayed in the Ningyun Pavilion and set up a thin banquet. Several newly sealed people were invited. It had nothing to do with her. Now he is the emperor and the king of a country. Although he is worried about Yin Xuan, he also has the responsibility to open branches and leaves for the royal family, and it is what he wishes. How can she do? To interfere?

But I didn't know that Wan Xi came in a hurry and asked her to make an idea. It seemed to be a little inappropriate tonight. Ask him carefully to know that although he was in Ningyun Pavilion these days, it was just a cover. When he saw the Empress Dowager's aunt Ying secretly bring a pot of wine, and he was unusually drunk.

The vague guess was too late, but she really couldn't sit idly by. In this way, his going to Ningyun Pavilion was just an excuse. When she stiffened, her face, and helped him out of the Ningyun Pavilion with resentful eyes, the fear in her heart spread to every inch of her skin. This was a confrontation with the Empress Dowager!

Wanxi's doubts were not wrong. When he left Ningyun Pavilion, he could no longer control himself, lost his mind, and held her in his arms.

She didn't want to see him so tortured and embarrassed again. When he ravaged her neck, she said with tears, "Your Majesty, I'm not Yin Piaoxuan. She is waiting for you in Jingren Palace!"

He really let go of her, looked at her intoxicatedly, and then hurriedly found a place to immerse himself in the cold water.

He was sober, looked at her thoughtfully, said "thank you" lightly, and then ran directly to Jingren Palace.

Lin Wan smiled bitterly and looked deeply at the door of Jingren Palace. In fact, her heart would hurt as well, but instead of letting herself see his pain and his regret, she would choose to only make herself hurt herself.

"Imperial Noble Concubine." You behind him called back gently, "Let's send you back to Guanyun Hall!"

She nodded with a smile. It's time to go back. There will be many things she needs to deal with.

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Yin Piao looked at him in a stale, with wet, drops of water, falling from his body, and the corners of his mouth moved, but his red lips had not spit out a word for a long time.

"Damn woman!" Xia Houchen clenched her fist fiercely and really wanted to teach her a good lesson. She stood motionless, barefoot, with long hair, and only a thin dress. He took a deep breath, took three steps and two steps, stepped forward and picked her up, slapped her buttocks twice.

She was completely stunned, and her face turned hot and red, and her voice could not be lower. She was very aggrieved: "Are you hitting me?!"

"Do you think I should teach you a hard lesson?" He raised his hand and put his palm in the air, but he could no longer bear to pat it. Such an aggrieved expression made his heart hurt, and then he regretted it. If it hadn't been for her, how could it have come out tonight.

Yin Pianxuan broke free with dissatisfaction and stared at him: "The emperor should teach himself! In the middle of the night, he broke in wet and hit me inexplicably, my..."

No matter how hard she was to say, she turned her head angrily, went to the bed again, pulled the brocade quilt, and lay inward.

Xiahou Chen raised his eyebrows, hooked the corners of his mouth, and didn't say anything. He folded out of the hall. When he returned to the inner hall in a short time, he had changed his wet and cold brocade and put on a single coat. Looking silently at her under the veil, her body lost the cold water suppression and was in such a warm inner hall. Coupled with her innocent provocation, the rising changes could no longer be ignored.

At this moment, he doesn't want to think about anything else. All he knows is that tonight, there are some things that are far more important than those. He lay down with her warmth and put his hand around her waist, which could not allow her to retreat: "Piaoer, be good, don't torture me, I won't hurt the emperor!" Otherwise, I really don't know what to do.

With the strong masculinity and his low plea, she was in a trance and looked back at the fierce light in her deep eyes. She fell into confusion, with some likes and some confusion. She couldn't think about anything more.

The most thirsty desire spread in the soft and rejected contact, and the intermittent refusal finally became a beautiful chant. He slipped in with the strength she could bear. At that moment, his soul seemed to be swallowed up by her, and the skeleton seemed to melt. He was almost dizzy and could not think about anything more. All he knew that he had to be her!