He was not an impulsive man originally, but when he got angry for a moment, he kissed Wangshu until his cheeks were red, his hair was loose, and his clothes were messy...
He couldn't help but become more impulsive.
You can’t blame me, right? Wang Shu didn’t refuse.
In the warm pavilion in winter, the heating is fragrant, and there is the sound of falling snow outside the hall.
Lying on the soft pillow of brocade quilt, the sweat was beginning to subside, and it was getting late in the bedroom, and Yue Wangshu's consciousness gradually returned.
I can't help but feel a little frustrated, why is it clear that the sky is bright and clear...
The emperor Yan Zheng beside the pillow hurriedly put on his bellyband and middle coat. He carefully glanced at Shu's expression. Fortunately, fortunately, he was not angry.
"It seems like it's snowing outside." Yue Wangshu buttoned the waist and then got up from the bed.
Yan Zheng hurriedly handed her the middle coat and asked softly: "Want to go out to enjoy the snow?"
Yue Wangshu shook his head and put on his shirt and trousers. His expression was still lazy, and he murmured: "In the past few months..."
I always feel that my life is getting more and more... indulging in wealth and sex.
The tent is made of woven gold-colored satin, the quilt is made of tapestry flowers and birds, the incense burner is a gilt pagoda, the lotus leaf plate on which the torreya is placed is carved from jasper, and even the spittoon is made of agate! I don’t know when, Yunzhi Palace, especially Lilan in the back hall,
The palace is already so luxurious! There are so many maids and eunuchs serving around her that she can no longer recognize them all. Flowers are delivered to the conservatory every day...
Treasures that can be imagined and unexpected are always kept close to Yuan Zhi Palace.
And the emperor in front of him can be considered a handsome man.
"I feel like this is not good..." Yue Wangshu muttered to himself.
Yan Zheng's face tightened, "What's wrong??"
Yue Wangshu scratched his head, "I'm a little drunk."
Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you so drunk?" - Although Wang Shu was a little dazed, he was still cute.
Yue Wangshu suddenly said: "It seems that I haven't left the palace for a long time."
Yan Zheng's expression tightened and he whispered softly: "It's getting cold and the roads in Beijing are slippery. When spring warms up next year, I'll have plenty of time to go out of the palace and enjoy the sights." His words were warm and gentle, but he seemed to be quietly restraining him.
"At this time last year, I was roasting persimmons over the fire and eating persimmons at Rose Ridge Palace." Yue Wangshu suddenly missed those days a little.
Yan Zheng hurriedly said with a bit of doting: "Want to eat persimmons? It's not a valuable thing, just give me an order."
Yue Wangshu: The key is not the persimmon cake!
Ah, but I really want to eat it.
Yue Wangshu could only say: "Let's go out and enjoy the snow."
"Okay!" Emperor Yan Zheng's smile became even more endearing, as long as Rose Ridge was not mentioned.
Although Yue Wangshu is very cold-resistant now, he couldn't stand the emperor's nagging, so he still put on a mink cloak - it was made of fine ferret fur as the lining, and the fabric was excellent plum red satin, with a grain of grain on the front.
Red gold plum blossom buckles, wide skirt, full vertical to the ankle, revealing only a hint of jade rabbit's horse-faced skirt bottom and a pair of rouge red pearl cocked-toe shoes.
Her hair was combed into a loose bun, and her temples were adorned with luxurious rubies and peonies. This outfit would probably cost an ordinary middle-class person ten years of expenses.
Wealth is charming to the eyes.
Yan Zheng thrust a small and hot gilt plum blossom sleeve stove into her hand.
Yue Wangshu couldn't help but laugh: "I'm not cold, your Majesty, please use it." Then he pushed the sleeve stove back.
Yan Zheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and took advantage of the situation to hold her hand. Wang Shu's hand was warm, holding it in his hand made people feel warm in the heart.
Snow is still falling.
Although it is winter, it does not feel bitter.
Just because there is snow and no wind today, the sky and the earth are completely white, which makes people feel extremely clean.
The corridor was spacious, and someone had already brought out the tables and chairs, boiled a pot of wine, and served snacks and side dishes one by one.
This is called snow appreciation.
The wine is Huadiao wine that has been stored in the cellar for twenty years, with ginger and
Boiling wolfberry warms the stomach and body.
Amber wine, mutton-fat jade cup, drink it hot, before your eyes are the lingering mist and the boundless snow curtain...
"Although Huadiao wine is soft in the mouth, its staying power is not small. Don't drink too much." Yan Zheng has not forgotten that Wang Shu's drinking capacity is not good.
Yue Wangshu put down the mutton-fat jade wine cup, wrapped his hands in the wide and warm sleeves of his cloak, looked at the snow outside the corridor, and suddenly remembered something, "I heard that the concubine started coughing again a few days after she recovered.
How about I go there?" - The ultimate move was left there, never being used.
Yan Zheng said calmly: "The concubine's illness is just a minor illness, just leave it to the imperial doctor. There are some things that we should try not to let outsiders know."
Yue Wangshu: That’s your aunt! Why did she become an outsider?
But then again, it seems that the Imperial Concubine and the Holy Mother are not from the same mother, but they are just close sisters, so the emperor has always been kind to the Imperial Concubine. However, recently, the relationship seems to have become much colder.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and this is my first time celebrating the Chinese New Year in the palace." Yue Wangshu sighed.
Yan Zheng looked at the snowy curtain and said slowly: "This is also the first time I hope to spend the New Year with Shu. If this can continue for the rest of my life, I will be satisfied."
Yue Wangshu thought: If I don't stay with you, who else can I stay with? We can't leave!
In the dim light of dusk, Yan Zheng said softly: "Ask someone to pass on the food. After dinner, take a rest early."
Yue Wangshu suddenly had a strange look on his face, should he rest early? Are you still thinking...
Facts have proved that she was overthinking.
After all, a man's energy is limited.
Although the emperor's body is quite strong now, he cannot bear to do it again and again.
Therefore, at night, the two of them just wore Chinese clothes, leaned on the couch, and read the fashionable stories in Beijing together.
Even though he was wearing Chinese clothes, Yue Wangshu could still vaguely see the outline of his chest muscles, and his mind gradually stopped thinking about his words, "Does the Emperor practice martial arts every day now?"
"Yes." Yan Zheng also looked away from the storybook, looking down at Wang Shu who was extremely soft and lazy in his arms, "I go to the teaching field almost every day, but it has been snowing recently.
So I moved it to the side hall of Yanqing Hall."
"The training ground is spacious, so you can ride a horse, use a red tassel spear, or practice bow and arrow. Since the side hall cannot be moved, you can only practice swordsmanship." Yan Zheng said slowly.
Spears, bows and arrows require space, and swords are considered short weapons. Even the side hall of Yan Qing Palace is not narrow and is enough for use.
"Eh? Do you still have a sparring partner?" Yue Wangshu asked with great interest.
Yan Zheng smiled and said: "Of course you need someone to fight. If you do it by yourself, it will only be a fake move no matter how hard you practice."
Yue Wangshu was stunned: How come these words seem to be about me???
When she was in Rose Ridge before, wasn't she just practicing a few swords and flower locks by herself...
"The sword has no eyes..." Yue Wangshu said quietly, aren't you afraid of poking a bloody hole?
Yan Zheng took this as concern, "Don't worry, they are all unedged swords."
Yue Wangshu said faintly: "It's not sharp..." It turns out that he didn't use his real skills. Could this be considered a fake move?
