Beauty is like jade

Outside Yang Yuhuan's bedroom.

Zhang Xuan bowed to Li Heng and lowered his voice, "Your Highness, I am waiting outside the palace. Your Highness remember to be cautious in his words, everything is as agreed yesterday..."

Li Heng's expression was a little excited. In any case, although the current situation was still a fog, it allowed him to see the dawn of the future. As long as he proceeded step by step according to the plan, he might have hope of success.

Li Heng nodded and said softly, "Zizhan, please wait for a moment, and I will come."

Yang Yuhuan was complaining about herself in her bedroom. She had been unhappy recently. In addition, she was in a low mood today, so she seemed even more drowsy. She lay lazily on the bed, too lazy to move.

As the emperor grows older, her inner concerns about the future are getting deeper. The subtle changes in Li Longji's attitude towards the Yang family have made her look disappointed.

Yang Yuhuan actually understands this truth without everlasting wealth. But after all, she expects to protect her and the Yang family’s wealth in her lifetime. But all of this was given by Emperor Li Longji alone. Once Li Longji passed away, all of this would be in danger of being in danger.

And even, in order to consolidate the imperial power and clear obstacles for the successor, Li Longji might have to ruthlessly return the Yang family to its original form when he was in power.

This is very likely. Others don’t understand Li Longji, but Yang Yuhuan knows it very well. For the sake of inheriting the imperial power of the Tang Dynasty, this powerful iron-fisted emperor may have sacrificed his life, not to mention the Yang family, even Yang Yuhuan.

In fact, Li Longji is currently thinking about this. As he felt that his physical strength was not sustained, he began to consider the inheritance of imperial power and wanted to clear obstacles for the later emperor.

Whether it is Yang Guozhong or An Lushan, they are actually within his consideration. However, for An Lushan, he feels that it is not the time to weaken it for the time being, and in fact he is afraid of forcing An Lushan to rebel too early; and for Yang Guozhong, he can only slowly take it because he still needs Yang Guozhong to manage the national affairs for him and control the situation.

Li Longji is an extremely stubborn person. Even if he realizes his mistakes, such as excessive indulgence on An Lushan's rise, he will not admit this even if he dies. Instead, he stubbornly believes that his strength can suppress An Lushan tightly, and An Lushan will never dare to rebel.

Yang Yuhuan was thinking a little while suddenly hearing the palace maid report that the prince came to visit her for a visit, and she was a little surprised: Prince Li Heng rarely came to her palace, and the two of them actually had a small meeting and were very unfamiliar.

What did he do? Yang Yuhuan frowned, but waved his hands and felt weak, "Please come in."

Li Heng entered, and continued to worship with a respectful look. He called himself a son minister, "Empress, Li Heng, come to visit the sick, can the empress be in good health?"

Although Yang Yuhuan felt it was strange, the so-called etiquette was not surprising. Since Li Heng was so respectful, she could not help but express her feelings. She leaned on the bed with the help of several palace maids and smiled weakly, "The prince is not etiquette, I am not feeling well, but the prince came to visit - the prince please sit down."

The two were not familiar with each other, so the atmosphere was actually a bit awkward. However, in order to win Yang Yuhuan's support, under Zhang Xuan's instruction, Li Heng still hinted his "sincerity" to Yang Yuhuan - this was equivalent to a promise. If he ascended the throne in the future, he would definitely serve Yang Yuhuan as his mother and respect him as the empress dowager.

Although Yang Yuhuan was surprised when he heard this, he actually didn't really take it seriously. I may not be able to believe it, let alone this son. However, if he could be friendly with the prince, it would be considered as leaving a way out for the future. Yang Yuhuan naturally responded with corresponding kindness, and naturally changed his words and did not call him the prince and called him "Heng'er".

Li Heng got what he wanted and said goodbye with satisfaction. He was about to get up and leave, but Yang Yuhuan smiled indifferently and asked, "Heng'er, Zhang Xuan is outside the palace... Xuan is coming in, I have a song order in the palace to discuss with him."

Li Heng replied respectfully, "Son Master obeys the order."

When Li Heng left, he heard that Yang Yuhuan was summoned, Zhang Xuan had no choice but to walk into the palace to pay homage to Yang Yuhuan.

"I am the Eastern Palace Secretary Zhang Xuan to pay homage to the Empress." When Zhang Xuan bowed, he saw haggard and sadness appearing on Yang Yuhuan's beautiful face. He was stunned and thought to himself, "I'm really sick?"

"Sit, in front of me, there is no need to be so serious and serious. What about the Siyilang of the East Palace is nothing more than Brother Xuan of the Zhang family... Let's sit." Yang Yuhuan lazily poked out his snow-white jade arm and pointed at Zhang Xuan with his green and tender and shiny fingers, with a charming and seductive expression.

She was already sick and not wearing formal clothes, and only had a more exposed and loose inner skirt. Now she got up and poked her chest out of turbulent waves. The deep snow-white ravines instantly fell into Zhang Xuan's eyes.

Zhang Xuan's heart thumped, and quickly lowered her head and thought to herself: She is such a leprechaun who charms all living beings. Every move, every glance and smile makes people think of it. Even if he was a human being for two lifetimes, he would be unable to resist her maturity, charm and charm that was fascinating for the whole country for a while.

"I dare not, please tell the queen."

"Oh... I'm fine, but I'm just feeling empty. Knowing that you've entered the palace, I'll call you in and talk. OK OK, don't be nervous. I'm not a tiger, I can't eat you. You guy is not a young man, but you have a lot of fun!"

Yang Yuhuan glanced at Zhang Xuan with anger. Zhang Xuan felt ashamed and smiled bitterly in her heart: When did I have any fun...

"Just leave the palace and suddenly leave the palace. When the place is walking, birds are shocked by the trees in the courtyard; when it is about to arrive, shadows are spreading across the corridor. The fairy suddenly drifts, and I hear the fragrance of musk orchids; the clouds are about to move, and I hear the sonorousness of the ring and pendant. The cheeks are smiling in the summer lotus, and the clouds are piled with green buns; the lips are blooming, and the cherry blossoms are now, and the teeth are fragrant. The feather sleeves are floating, and the wind is dancing in the snow; the pearls and green are shining, and the forehead is full of goose yellow..."

While speaking, Yang Yuhuan gently recited the Taizhen Fairy Fun that Zhang Xuan had written before. His voice was soft and sweet, and he also had a hint of self-admiration and self-pity. It can be said that it carries too many Yang Yuhuan's complicated emotions at this moment.

"Xuan Ge'er, your poem is beautiful, which makes me unable to control my feelings... I have never believed that your poem is really done on the spot."

Zhang Xuan's heart moved, but she smiled and said, "The Queen's peerless beauty is transmitted by the government and the government, and I have admired her for a long time. The so-called formation over time and accumulation in her heart is just a feeling on the spot... As long as the Queen does not dislike her, it's fine."

Yang Yuhuan sighed quietly, but stared at Zhang Xuan deeply, with her tender eyes filled with bright colors.

Zhang Xuan was a little guilty when she stared at her, so she turned her head awkwardly.

While thinking about it, Yang Yuhuan said softly, "Brother Xuan, come and help me get up."

Zhang Xuan was stunned and looked around. He saw that the palace maid had disappeared, and it must have been abandoned by Yang Yuhuan.

Zhang Xuan frowned secretly. Judging from the consciousness of modern people, it was nothing to help her up. But in this era and in such occasions, he had such a status. As a subordinate, he had different men and women, and the king and minister. He dared to get too close to Yang Yuhuan, and it seemed that there was something wrong with him... a lonely man and a widow, and a plum tree under the melon field.

Seeing him hesitating, Yang Yuhuan glared at him and said angrily, "Little guy... I have a fate, how dare you not obey?"

Zhang Xuan hesitated and did not step forward immediately.

Yang Yuhuan waved his hand in anger and forced himself to hold up. But he felt dizzy and his body was about to fall down.

Zhang Xuan was shocked, subconsciously stepped forward, reached out and held Yang Yuhuan.

With this help, the tentacles were filled with smooth and tender skin that could be held as soft as a cream. The strange feeling of the hand immediately triggered a strange mood in Zhang Xuan's heart; and almost at the same time, Yang Yuhuan's entire plump and delicate body involuntarily poured into his arms.
Chapter completed!