After Empress Wu had combed her hair and arranged her clothes with peony and phoenix patterns, Zhao Changyuan also took Gong Yueyue's soft white hands and slowly came to her. "Mother, Changyuan and I are here to say hello to you, are you happy?
?”
When Gong Yueyue saw the kind-looking Empress Wu, she immediately thought of her mother Wang, who was far away in Luoyang, and couldn't help but think about her.
For a moment, he forgot about Zhao Changyuan who was standing next to him, and also forgot about the greetings. He stepped forward and helped Empress Wu on her shoulders, put his face on her shoulders, and said softly: "Mother."
Seeing Gong Yueyue's coquettish little daughter, Empress Wu's heart was filled with ripples of joy. She gazed tenderly at Gong Yueyue who was lying on her shoulder, and said softly: "Since you married Chang Yuan, you are just like me."
Like a daughter."
Listening to Queen Wu's heart-warming words, Gong Yueyue felt a warm current in her heart. She raised her face as delicate as a hibiscus, smiled and said softly to Queen Wu: "Mother, Yueyue has something to think about.
Please."
Empress Wu looked tenderly at the lovely Gong Yueyue squatting in front of her knees, her eyes became softer, she gently stroked Gong Yueyue's cool black hair, and said softly: "Son, if you have any concerns, please let me know.
Tell your mother."
After a pause, Queen Wu's gentle eyes slowly glanced at Zhao Changyuan beside her, then she lowered her head and smiled brightly at Gong Yueyue, and said softly: "If Chang Yuan dares to bully you, mother will punish him for you."
Gong Yueyue's face turned red, she lowered her eyelashes, and said softly: "Chang Yuan is very good to me. He will not bully me. Don't worry, mother."
After saying that, Gong Yueyue turned her head and looked at Zhao Changyuan behind her with clear eyes, signaling for him to answer.
Looking at Gong Yueyue who was kneeling tenderly under Queen Wu's knees, Zhao Changyuan raised a smile on his lips and noticed the deep meaning in Gong Yueyue's eyes. He just came back to his senses and said quietly: "Mother, you
Don’t worry, I will treat Yueyue well.”
Hearing these words, Liuhe, who was waiting at the side, chuckled and said softly: "The Queen, seeing the deep love between Her Royal Highness and the Princess, I am really happy for the Queen."
There was a flash of embarrassment in Gong Yueyue's long and beautiful eyes, and a blush spread on her cheeks. She said in a low voice: "I have only been married to South Vietnam for more than a month. I heard that my father is about to send Chang Yuan to conquer southern Fujian.
"
Lowering her voice, Gong Yueyue raised her slender eyelashes lightly, looked at the loving Empress Wu with a pair of watery eyes with flowing light, and whispered: "Yueyue doesn't want to be separated from Chang Yuan, why don't you still?"
Please ask my mother to persuade my father to take back his life."
Looking kindly at the shy Gong Yueyue, Queen Wu's gentle eyes quietly flicked onto Zhao Changyuan's fair face, thinking to herself: "Looking at their appearance tonight, Changyuan seems to have really left Hang Wei behind.
If we let them separate at this juncture, I'm afraid there will be some twists and turns."
After making up her mind, Queen Wu smiled lightly and said gently: "Well, I understand. Yueyue must have made a lot of determination to say these words."
Smiling softly, Empress Wu lowered her head and stared at Gong Yueyue kindly, and said gently: "My son, stop squatting. It's raining and the ground is cold. Get up quickly and talk to me."
Nodding gently, Gong Yueyue stood up slowly. Unexpectedly, after squatting for a long time, her legs and feet were slightly numb. Gong Yueyue's feet were unstable and she was about to fall backwards.
Unable to help but call out in a low voice, Gong Yueyue looked shocked, but suddenly felt a pair of gentle hands catching her firmly in mid-air.
Looking up, Zhao Changyuan's deep eyes were looking directly at her. A strange feeling spread into her chest. Gong Yueyue hurriedly stood up straight, lowered her eyebrows and straightened her clothes, never looking at Zhao Changyuan again.
Seeing the two of them looking like a newlywed couple, Empress Wu couldn't help but smile softly. She held Gong Yueyue's soft white hand with one hand and said with a chuckle: "Sit down quickly!"
After that, he said softly to Zhao Changyuan who was standing at the other end: "Changyuan, please sit down too. I want to have a good chat with you and your wife."
The clear candlelight gently illuminated the chatting and laughing figures. Through the yellow light, Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue looked at each other and smiled.
This sentence made Gong Yueyue, who was walking slowly, stop instantly. Without turning her head, she looked at Zhao Changyuan, who was wearing a purple robe in the dark night, and said with a faint smile: "You don't have to thank me, I'm not just doing this for
You are also doing it for yourself."
Shortly after that day, Prince Zhao Hongji received the order to lead the troops to the expedition. The night before the expedition, he walked to the Yichun Palace where Hang Wei lived.
Hang Wei, who was meticulously doing needlework under the bright candlelight, was still focusing on the brocade-white embroidered satin. On the contrary, the maid Ling'er who was waiting for her was shocked. She knelt down and said, "Your Highness, your Majesty is not in good health."
It’s comfortable, you’d better come back another day!”
Unexpectedly, Zhao Hongji snorted coldly from his nose and strode in without paying attention.
"You are in such good spirits!" Zhao Hongji's cold words instantly disrupted Hang Wei's inner peace. He hurriedly looked back at the Prime Minister. When he raised his eyes, he was met with Zhao Hongji's sharp eyes like an eagle.
Hang Wei was slightly confused and was about to get up, but his weak shoulders were suddenly tightly clamped by Zhao Hongji's big hands. He couldn't help but panicked: "Why did the prince think of coming to Yichun Palace?"
Zhao Hongji's cold face clung to Hang Wei's soft white cheeks like a ghost. Feeling his compelling breath, Hang Wei's face turned crimson and she exclaimed: "Prince!?"
Zhao Hongji ignored Hang Wei's look, and instead began to roam her body crazily with a pair of big hands. Following the snow-white neck, Zhao Hongji's hands were about to penetrate deep into the snow-white tube top tightly wrapped around Hang Wei's chest.
Hang Wei suddenly raised his soft white hands, guarded them tightly on his chest, and said urgently: "Prince, no!" Zhao Hongji sneered, and joked to Hang Wei: "Why, you are the crown prince, and I am the prince.
, shouldn’t I be favored by you?”
Hang Wei's face was red, and her big deer-like eyes were about to shed tears. Zhao Hongji's words made her really unable to explain. "Can you sleep with my fourth brother, but you can't sleep with me?"
As soon as Zhao Hongji said these words, Hang Wei's originally red face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't help but said anxiously: "Your Highness, I don't..."
Zhao Hongji pinched Hang Wei's pointed chin, approached her and said, "Why do I always say you are a piece of wood! The fact that you had an affair with my fourth brother has long been spread throughout the harem, and you still think you are some kind of chaste and martyr woman?"
!”
After saying that, the hand he stayed on Hang Wei's chest suddenly stretched out to his plump chest and began to roam around wantonly.
After a long time, Zhao Hongji slowly got up from the bed, straightened his clothes expressionlessly, and no longer looked at Hang Wei, who was in tears on the bed, and said coldly: "I will go to southern Fujian tomorrow. If I go to
I heard even a little bit of rumors about you and Zhao Changyuan, huh, I'm afraid his life is in danger, you little bitch!"
After Zhao Hongji's figure disappeared in the dark night, the clever Ling'er hurried to the inner hall. The scene in front of her immediately shocked her. (To be continued)