The beautiful woman leans against the door and looks back. Who can leave the bronze mirror with the red face? I hope you will be waiting for me when you return.

In the boudoir courtyard, there are usually lonely people.

She had always envied Ye Yilan. Even so, she begged her to let the emperor sleep with her, but the result she was waiting for was the same as before.

The veil in her hand has always been her sustenance, but now it has become her own passion.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have thought about it."

His hand slipped gently, and he was just about to let the veil float away in the breeze, thus ending his feelings. When he saw the shadow of a person appearing in his sight, he wiped away the overflowing tears and asked. "

where have you been?"

The smile on his face suddenly turned into indifference. He stood beside her arrogantly, glanced at her with disdain and said, "Didn't I tell you to do something in the palace? Your Majesty doesn't believe it?"

He kept looking at her with doubtful eyes, taunting her with confidence: "Doing work? You have to come back after dark? I see that you have been mysterious lately."

The smile on her lips was so ridiculous that she pursed her lips and deliberately covered it up, sighing: "Perhaps, the empress is overthinking."

Want too much?

She is indeed overthinking. A woman of unknown origin has become her brother's adopted sister. Why not teach her to overthink?

Staring at those seductive eyes, anger kept swirling in his heart, and he looked at her with gnashing teeth: "Don't forget, you are a slave, and you have to listen to me in everything."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh. He took a step back and looked at her skin carefully, but it was not as good as his own duty. The smile at the corner of his mouth was so mysterious that he taunted her softly in his ear: "But my queen, no slave can see clearly."

Human heart, isn't it?"

"you--"

Lan Shan's words made her speechless with anger.

I am indeed not as careful as her, so how can I let her get on top of me?

Lan Shan glanced at the handkerchief in her hand. When she came in, she saw that she was about to throw it away. How could she throw away such a cherished handkerchief?

Looking sideways, he smiled sternly: "It would be a pity to throw away this veil."

"What do you mean?" It's not a good thing to see her smiling like this.

"It's not interesting." He raised his head and stared at the night, closed his eyes and enjoyed the breath of tonight. "My queen is still here alone, just think about people when you see things!"

After leaving, she turned to look at Xia Muling. She kept thinking about the veil and shook her head helplessly: Why bother, making herself so dull for a man.

Qinlan Palace

"The empress delivers medicine to the emperor every day, and the emperor may not leave the empress in Chenlan Palace himself."

Caifeng snickered while tidying up.

When Zi Ling heard this, she deliberately coughed slightly, pushed Caifeng and winked at her.

He restrained his laughter knowingly and hurriedly packed up the items in his hands.

Looking at the wooden box in front of him, there was no color on his face, and he said indifferently: "I don't want to stay there."

Every time, Murong Haochen's temperament was unpredictable.

Every time, they would quarrel about one thing.

Every time, he would say something inappropriate.

It's better to meet less often and keep each other quiet.

"Your Majesty, what Caifeng said is actually quite reasonable."

Hearing this, Ye Yilan stopped, looked straight ahead without a smile, and sent her back with a deliberately cold voice: "It's right at the entrance of the palace, you should go back, you don't have to accompany me."

Seeing that the empress was about to take the wooden box, she immediately turned sideways and whispered: "This slave is too talkative."

"Your Majesty, please save this slave!"

Suddenly, the maidservant knelt in front of Ye Yilan.

With a panicked look on her face, she looked at Zi Ling at a loss.

A woman followed, pointing at the woman behind Ye Yilan with a wooden stick in her hand, and shouted fiercely: "You damn slave, come here."

The man was so arrogant. He dared to point fingers at him with a wooden stick and angrily shouted: "You are so arrogant. You dare to be so arrogant in front of me."

Seeing this, the maid moved her knees and hid behind Chen Zhaoyi.

Zi Ling saw that her hands were covered with bruises from being beaten, as well as new wounds. It reminded her of the times when she was bullied when she was young.

Putting down the wooden box in his hand, he took off his handkerchief and bandaged her wound himself, soothing her mood: "Is it better?"

"Thank you sister."

His trembling body hid behind Zi Ling, his timid eyes not daring to look at the fierce-looking man in front of him.

He knelt down on the ground unwillingly and said, "Slave, please see Chen Zhaoyi."

"What did this maid do that made you want to beat her with a stick?"

He glanced at the wooden stick in her hand, but it didn't leave her body.

I panicked, swallowed my saliva, and said softly: "This bitch was lazy and didn't work yesterday. I just taught her a lesson. Unexpectedly, she wanted to run away today. She also disturbed the empress."

"If the Pope saw this today, he would definitely punish you for not controlling your behavior well." She didn't want to disturb Murong Haochen because of this matter. After all, she couldn't control the affairs of the harem, so she could only move him out and said.

"My slave is unknown."

After walking around her, I saw that the slave was so pitiful and obediently hiding from her. One can imagine how much abuse she had suffered before.

Not sure? Ye Yilan told her one by one: "The reason why she was able to run here from the Huanyi Bureau is not because of your lack of control. Her fortune is good today, so I will intercede for her. In the future, don't

If you are lazy again, you will save yourself another beating."

How could she have known that this wretched maid would actually come here and get herself scolded? She glanced at the wretched maid and hid behind her furtively. It took a long time before she heard her trembling voice:

"I thank you for saving my life."

For some reason, the word "queen" he said kept popping up in his mind. He dismissed them with some annoyance: "Okay, let's all go back."

Turning around, he saw Zi Ling's rare sadness and asked, "Zi Ling, why do you become so depressed?"

"It's okay." He smiled lightly, covering up the past. "Mother, let's leave quickly."

The maidservant who was kneeling on the ground, her slightly trembling hands seemed to be unable to hold on, turned her head slightly and kept looking at the wooden box in Ziling's hand.

After Chen Zhaoyi left, she dared to stand up, swung her stick again, and hit her hard on the back: "What are you looking at? Why don't you go back to work? If Chen Zhaoyi hadn't protected you, how could you have done it today?"

Will survive."

"Yes, yes, I'll go back right now."

At that moment, she didn't feel any pain.

It seemed that after today she was free and no longer had to worry about pain.

The tall figure stood in the corner, looking up at the woman in the painting.

"The fleeting time is devoted to pen and ink, and late at night, I suddenly dream of a young man with dark eyebrows. When I look back at the past, I can remember the past with my gray head in a blink of an eye."

He actually remembered that the second half of this poem was mentioned by her.

Thinking about it now, everything seems like yesterday. Some beautiful things should not pass away with time.

She no longer has the same resistance to him as before, but what he wants is her heart. It doesn't matter if he gets someone, the heart is the most precious.

He is the person she deserves to love most.

While he was deep in thought, he could hear some movement. He turned his back to her and said with a trace of angry dissatisfaction, "I came here late again today."

As soon as he opened his mouth, she was frightened. He stood there motionless, and she could tell who was coming. He put down the wooden box in his hand and explained lightly: "I just took care of some things on the road."

He didn't say anything for a long time, still standing there looking at the painting, but Ye Yilan didn't take another look at it. She was a little curious: "The emperor doesn't ask what's going on?"

Hearing this, the smile that filled the corner of his mouth was so bright: "If you say it, I will listen. If you don't say it, I will not ask."

He never wanted to ask too much about her affairs, nor would he pursue her too much.

What he wants to give her is all his love, not imprisoned love.

He picked up the bowl of medicine, thought about it for a while, and smiled evilly: "Why don't you feed it to me?"

Smelling the smell of medicine, I frowned and said with extreme reluctance, "I don't want to do that."

Murong Haochen smiled happily. He became more courageous and learned to refuse. He sighed deliberately and watched her every move from time to time: "That's fine, I'll drink it myself."

"I remember, I still have a painting." Seeing him drink the medicine calmly, she couldn't help but walk forward and point out the way.

"I have to treasure that painting. This painting was just painted when I was thinking about it. Just take a look at it." He walked behind her softly, always feeling that it was not enough every time.

"The Emperor's hands are both good at carving and painting. He is indeed a very skillful hand."

I looked at the painting in front of me carefully. I had never looked at it carefully before. I only knew that the flowers around were orchids, but I never thought that the person in the painting was me.

"Yes, really?" He frowned and breathed so fast that he couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Ye Yilan noticed that the voice of the man behind her was getting quieter and quieter. Then she saw him kneeling on the ground, pinching her neck, opening his mouth and trying to breathe, but his face was grim, showing a look of extreme pain.
To be continued...