"In the past, when I saw you at family dinners, you didn't look like the late empress. Now the older you get, the more you look like me." Qi Bingyu looked at her appearance carefully and couldn't help but say this.

Lu Huiling knew in her heart that Qi Bingyu kept her because she looked like Lu Fushuang. Recently, her makeup and dress had gradually imitated Lu Fushuang's previous preferences. If she wanted to work for her father and the prince, she couldn't just stick to daily life and be a female official.

"It doesn't look like it before. But for some reason, since I was thirteen or fourteen years old, even my mother and brothers said that I look like the emperor's aunt." Lu Huiling raised her eyebrows and glanced at the emperor implicitly.

, and then lowered his eyelids, "Mother said it was a woman's eighteenth change. Her facial features have become longer and longer, and she is somewhat similar to the emperor's aunt."

Qi Bingyu nodded and asked with interest: "Were you so good at dancing before?"

Lu Huiling covered her mouth with a smile and shook her head: "Not really. When I was a child, I danced for my own interest and didn't put any thought into it. Later, I saw the emperor's aunt dance once, and she was deeply fascinated by the graceful dance. Her father later

I invited famous artists to teach me personally, and I was also fortunate enough to receive personal guidance from my aunt, so I was able to get on the stage."

"Fu Shuang also taught you to dance?" Qi Bingyu was a little surprised. In his impression, Lu Huiling did not come to the palace often. Lu Fu Shuang had a cold temperament and did not take the initiative to have much contact with the Prime Minister's Mansion.

She is always worried about being criticized by others, but the Lu Huiling in front of her seems to be really lovable, even Lu Fushuang personally gives her guidance.

"My slave is so stupid that I made my aunt spend a lot of time. Even so, I'm still not one ten thousandth as good as my aunt." Lu Huiling lowered her posture as much as possible. The emperor was still thinking about the late empress, and said

Don't expose your hair too much.

"So, I'm curious about how you can dance." Qi Bingyu laughed.

"If the Emperor doesn't mind, I will sing and dance for a while, just to entertain the Emperor." Lu Huiling continued following his words, "It's just that there is no music or wine at this time. I hope the Emperor doesn't find it boring."

Qi Bingyu smiled and said, "Okay."

Lu Huiling blessed himself and then stood up: "Your Majesty, please let me go to the back to prepare.

Qi Bingyu waved his hand: "Go."

In the past, when he and Lu Fushuang were together, whenever he wanted Fu Shuang to dance for fun, she would also have to make preparations first. I don't know if it was the two of them who were like this, or if it was just the same for all women in the world.

Lu Huiling left gracefully, and Qi Bingyu sat alone in the Qinzheng Hall.

In late autumn, the wind was always strong at night. When Eunuch He left, he did not remember to close the carved windows tightly, and the wind blowing in through the cracks disturbed the shadows of candlelight in the hall.

A strong fragrance wafted in. Qi Bingyu thought it was some kind of flower blooming outside the window, so he stood up to take a look.

Suddenly, Lu Huiling was dressed in a feathered coat, with dark hair spread to her waist, and a shiny flower patch on her forehead, which made her eyebrows look more like a romantic expression on the water's edge.

Qi Bingyu was in a daze. He walked slowly towards Lu Huiling. The closer he got, the stronger the fragrance became. Only then did he realize that the fragrance came from her colorful feather coat.

Lu Huiling saluted Qi Bingyu gracefully, turned around and hummed a tune softly, and her body danced along with the music.

Lu Huiling's dancing posture is light, as graceful as a giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. As she turns sharply and slowly, the rosemary hidden in her sleeves fills the entire Qinzheng Palace. Her singing is gentle and sweet, like a mountain bird.

Ethereal singing.

Qi Bingyu's eyes were moist. He clearly saw Lu Fushuang in her twenties who had just entered the East Palace through the fog. He slowly walked towards Lu Huiling and stretched out his hand to grab her.

Lu Huiling has a graceful body and dance steps that are both strong and soft, but she looks like a fairy in the clouds, which is beyond the reach of others.

"Fu Shuang." Qi Bingyu couldn't help but murmur softly.

He missed Lu Fushuang so much. In the more than two thousand days and nights after her death, he never really slept. Only in the past few days with Lu Huiling around, could he feel a little comfort in his heart, as if he owed nothing to Lu Fushuang.

There is some release, and the rest of my life will no longer be like years.

Lu Huiling is gentle and graceful, her colorful feathers are dancing in the air as she turns, she spins and jumps with passion, and the entire Qinzheng Hall is a flower stage where she can dance freely.

She raised her head, spread her hands and rotated in the center of the hall. The emperor was watching emotionally. She slowly closed her eyes, thinking that the emperor looking at her beside her was the Qi Jingqin who she loved deeply in her heart.

When she thought of him, her heart almost broke into powder.

Her dance steps began to wander, and the Shaluo shawl that was lightly clasped in her hands was thrown out. The shawl was made of light gauze, like smoke and mist, flying on Qi Bingyu's waist with the wind blowing in from the window.

In front of him, Qi Bingyu raised his hand and grabbed the silk.

Lu Huiling's lightly closed eyes shed tears. She couldn't let go. She still couldn't let go of those thousands of days and nights of loving and missing her.

She was too tired, so she raised her hand and gently untied the coat of Nishang Yuyi. As she rotated, the feather coat slowly detached from her body. The thin and gauze feather coat floated towards Qi Bingyu. Qi Bingyu looked in a daze, and the Nishang Yuyi gently fell to the ground.

The top of his head.

At this time, Lu Huiling was only wearing a small tube top, and her long white neck was exposed. She raised her head and stretched her neck to form a beautiful arc. Her flawless jade arms were like lotus root strips.

It was also exposed, and it also emitted a pure white light under the shadows of candlelight. Between the long black hair, you could occasionally see the smooth back, which was firm and without any extra fat.

Qi Bingyu was stunned, his mind became more and more trance-like, as if the girl dancing gracefully in front of him was Lu Fushuang. He pulled off the colorful feather coat that covered his head like a gauze, and looked directly at Lu Huiling.

Suddenly, Lu Huiling lost strength under her feet, and she was about to fall as she was spinning. She let out a soft exclamation, and Qi Bingyu ran towards her like an arrow from a string, and then scattered the silk and feather coats in his hands into the air.

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He grabbed her waist and caught her as she was about to fall to the ground, then spun her around a few more times due to inertia.

The two stopped and when their eyes met, Qi Bingyu felt that time was going back and he was looking back on all the time that had passed.

The feather coats and shawls falling in the air were gently draped over their heads. In the shadows of candlelight, there seemed to be an ambiguous and light veil between them.

Lu Huiling's eyes were full of panic, and the undried tears in her eyes were shining brightly. Her chest was heaving with fright. She looked at Qi Bingyu with a look of bewilderment and called out softly: "Your Majesty..."

Qi Bingyu looked at her, and the face that was separated by the gauze became more and more familiar. Her frown made Qi Bingyu even more certain that the Lu Huiling in front of him was the reincarnation of Lu Fushuang.

He breathed softly, smelled the fragrance of her body, and his expression began to be trance-like. Lu Huiling called him softly, and he suddenly felt that it was Lu Fushuang from many years ago whispering softly, "Bingyu."

The evening breeze mixed with a bit of bitterness blew open the windows of the Qinzheng Hall, blowing off the memorials on the table, and the candlelights in the hall were instantly extinguished.

Qi Bingyu picked up Lu Huiling, turned around and walked towards the inner hall...

The curtains of the dragon bed were lowered layer by layer. The candlelight in Qinzheng Hall was holographic. The moonlight fell to the bedside. Clothes were scattered on the floor. The cold evening breeze could not blow open the heavy curtains...

Just smell…
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