Xia Muling was overwhelmed with joy for a moment. She couldn't believe that the emperor came to Qiongyu Palace today, and asked again without giving up, fearing that it was a dream: "Is the emperor really in the palace?"

Seeing her infatuated look, he nodded helplessly. Unable to hide the joy on his lips, he quickly ordered her: "Hurry up and change my clothes."

The thought of going to see the emperor soon made her very excited. Everything happened so suddenly that she had no time to prepare.

Taking out the handkerchief that she had treasured for a long time, only by looking at this could she calm down her extremely happy mood.

Unintentionally, she noticed the purple magnolia embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, and she felt that the dusty memories were gradually being opened.

It turns out that this veil belongs to her. The veil she has always treasured... is just a token of someone else's.

Orchids have always been her favorite flowers, but the purple magnolia is in her bedroom again.

Xia Muling didn't believe it. All of this was so fateful. Maybe it was a coincidence?

Fate, coincidence?

But it's all an excuse.

He said indifferently: "If your Majesty doesn't leave, I'm afraid the Emperor will be in a hurry."

I don’t know what is so admirable about that veil that can make her obsessed with it for so long.

Lan Shan's words broke her thoughts and calmed her inner uneasiness. She still kept the veil close to her body and said after a long time: "Let's go."

It is not easy for her to be able to sleep with her, so she must not mess up her sense of proportion in this trivial matter.

As soon as Xia Muling saw him, she stood majestically by the window and looked ahead.

Please come forward and say: "I, my concubine, see you, Your Majesty."

After finishing her words, Murong Haochen did not react too much, nor did she say anything. But she just kept the posture of greeting her, with her legs trembling slightly and her body swaying sideways.

The corners of Murong Haochen's mouth slightly raised. When he turned around, he didn't even look at her. He passed by her indifferently and said indifferently: "Get up!"

Xia Muling slowed down for a long time before walking to his side, not knowing what to do. Her hands rubbed against each other, and her timid heart kept beating wildly.

Glancing at her, he stood dumbly, sitting coldly and ordering her: "Concubine Shu, won't you make tea for me?"

After hearing this, she raised her eyebrows and looked at his stern and unruly profile, and agreed, "I will make tea for the emperor right now."

She had never served anyone before, so she picked up the teapot with trembling hands and poured tea for him.

Seeing her serving others reminded him of Ye Yilan. They behaved differently.

Murong Haochen did not drink the tea in front of him, but left it alone where it was.

Seeing that he had not drank, she concealed her inner disappointment and pretended to smile: "This is the first time the emperor has come to the Qiongyu Palace since my concubine entered the palace."

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she shook her head in a ridiculous manner: "My dear concubine, do you think you can get the things you ask for extravagantly and feel at ease?"

Murong Haochen didn't beat around the bush, she should have known this well.

Xia Muling didn't understand the implication of his words at all, but she still felt a little guilty in her heart. After all, she had obtained the qualification to serve as a bed attendant, and she didn't care how Ye Yilan persuaded the emperor, as long as she could come to Qiongyu Palace,

She was satisfied.

Pretending to be profound, he responded with extreme caution: "Everyone has different ideas, and the emperor cannot make strong judgments."

"Concubine Shu has a clever mouth. Chen Zhaoyi really can't compare with you." His deep eyes looked at her meaningfully, as if he was examining her, but also as if he was doubting her.

"I dare not compare myself with Chen Zhaoyi. She is a first-class talented woman named by the late emperor, and I am not even half as good as her."

Xia Muling had never seen his eyes so hard to look at, and when he talked about Ye Yilan, a trace of tenderness would flash through his eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late, why not..." Seeing that he didn't respond, she took the initiative to touch his shoulders, massaged them gently, bit her lips and thought for a long time. All her reserve disappeared: "

Let me, my concubine, wait for the emperor to go to bed!"

Murong Haochen grabbed the hand on his shoulder, and the indifferent smile on his lips was extremely cold, but without losing warmth: "I'm afraid that Concubine Shu doesn't understand me, and I don't like to stay overnight."

"But..."

At first, Xia Muling thought that if she acted coquettishly and coquettishly in front of him, maybe he would stay.

But he didn't want to stay overnight, so why did he willingly stay with Qinlan Palace?

She couldn't express her desires too obviously, for fear that he would catch even the smallest detail.

While she was deep in thought, her body was suddenly lifted into the air. Seeing that she was being held in the emperor's arms, the corners of her mouth could no longer hide the unusual joy.

He pondered for a long time before making this decision. His evil smile was so evil: "Since I said I would let you sleep with me, I will not break my promise."

He made this decision and of course he will continue to do so.

Lan'er, I really want to see a woman go crazy with jealousy. I also want you to know that not all women without ambition are worthy of your help.

Xia Muling was gently placed on the bed, her hands kept clasping his neck and she didn't want him to leave. There were crystal clear tears in her eyes, but she still kept smiling: "Your Majesty, you know that I have loved you for many years, but your Majesty is not as good as me."

I love Chen Zhaoyi so much. It is my concubine who is begging her when I go to bed today. The Emperor should not blame her. It is my concubine who misses the Emperor too much and wants to..."

Murong Haochen felt like a bright mirror in his heart. He didn't need her to explain too much. He took her words away and warned with serious eyes: "Concubine Shu, you are not allowed to go to Qinlan Palace in the future."

I didn't know it in my heart, but I didn't ask back: "I, my concubine, obey my order."

His scrutinizing eyes have been observing her carefully, but he feels that although the woman in front of him has no scheming, she will hide it without revealing any trace.

She looked directly into his eyes, exuding that cold and arrogant arrogance. She wisely let go of his neck, but turned her head away shyly.

And he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her coldly and arrogantly again.

He has always kept that promise. But that promise seems too far away at the moment.

Every time she fantasizes, she will be satisfied even if she understands him even slightly.

But unfortunately, fate catches people.

Xia Muling hugged him from behind, but Murong Haochen didn't react at all. She leaned on the back even more boldly, and said softly and softly: "The emperor has something on his mind, why don't you let me relieve the emperor's worries?"

"Why am I bothering? I'm just asking for trouble."

In his mind, she was always holding a dagger and trying to kill him. He knew she was taking precautions, but his heart was already filled with chills.

He wanted her, and even more wanted to give her all his love, but what he got in exchange was a dagger, pointed right at that heart.

Murong Haochen stood up suddenly. She wanted to go forward and hold him, but her fingertips only slightly touched his sleeves. She shouted anxiously: "Your Majesty, if you don't want to go to bed, where are you going?"

He ignored her and just left a cold and handsome look on his back.

Sitting slumped, he sneered: "In your eyes, I'm afraid you can only tolerate Ye Yilan. Is this the so-called bedside service? I'd rather you not touch me, at least give me some dignity."

When Lan Shan saw Murong Haochen standing arrogantly under the moonlight, she rolled her eyes and a flash of inspiration came to her. She stepped forward and said, "I'm here to see you, Your Majesty."

She glanced up secretly, still standing majestically. This time, there was such a good opportunity, how could she miss it. Her charming face bloomed, like a rose with poppies planted beside it, with such evil intentions: "It's cold."

Now, Your Majesty, you should take care of yourself and don't catch a cold."

"May I have your name?"

Hearing this, he was flattered and tremblingly raised the corners of his mouth: "Slave Lanshan."

"Lan Shan?" She frowned and thought silently in her heart for a long time, then said slowly, "Lan Shan smiled shyly like a gentleman at the beginning of Luo Fang's life, and she sang and played the sheng and Xiao while she was drunk in her dreams."

That man really had good intentions.

"A good name is a good name, but I use the same word 'lan' with my concubine." Every line of the words was filled with anger.

How could anyone else use this word for his woman?

He refused and could not appear.

Kneeling on the ground, the cold ground pierced her knees: "Your Majesty, please calm down. I didn't know that the name chosen by my father would conflict with that of the empress."

Lan Shan, Ye Yilan?

It seems that there is no connection between the two, but if someone is interested, there is actually a hidden mystery.

Not only does she have a somewhat similar appearance to Ye Yilan, but she also has her character.

Your Majesty, when you gave Lan Shan this name, it was just because you were thinking about people after seeing things.

Suddenly she felt that she had given her body to the wrong person.

He closed his eyes, listened quietly to every word and sentence she spoke, and then concluded: "Looking at the accent, you are not from the Central Plains."

There was no hint of timidity in his heart, and he said truthfully: "This slave is from the Northern Desert and was abducted and sold by gangsters. Master Xin Dexia took pity on me and rescued me. He also recognized me as his adopted sister, so he will serve me by my side."

Each of these words makes sense and does not make people aware of it.

"Since you are from the Northern Desert, Xia Qianyi recognizes you as her adopted sister and allows you to enter the palace to serve Concubine Shu. It makes me doubt the Xia family's intentions." There is no flaw in her words. The more flawless she is, the more flawless she is.

The more doubtful it is.

The Northern Desert has always been at odds with Xuandu, and their ambitions are at the height of their power. No matter they are the humble people in the Northern Desert, or the ordinary people, they cannot be trusted.

Xia Qian is such a smart and cautious person, but he can do such stupid things.

Murong Haochen turned around, and Lan Shan silently bowed her head and retreated behind him, pretending not to know: "I don't understand."

Xia family?

In her opinion, it was just another strategy to help the prince gain power.

His sinister eyes instantly looked at her, and his stern words contained a hint of disgust: "No matter how similar their faces are, they can't be anything like hers."
To be continued...