He slowly closed his eyes, and with deep love and longing, he leaned over and kissed her lips gently.
Touching that soft touch, Chu Jiaoli's heart beat violently. She turned away hurriedly, trying to pull her hand away from his grasp, and said, "What are you doing?"
Bei Gong Tengxiao subconsciously clasped her wrist. She was blindfolded and looked a little confused. Her bright red lips had a crystal luster, and the loose black hair revealed a faint fragrance.
Reflecting the candlelight, his eyes became dark, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he said hoarsely: "I didn't plan to do anything originally, but when you ask me, I think I want to do something."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pulled away his belt, and tied her wrists to the bedpost.
"You..." Chu Jiaoli's face turned red, her lips trembled slightly, and she said, "Beigong Tengxiao, we have already made love, um..."
Before she finished speaking, Beigong Tengxiao had already blocked her lips, and he whispered in her ear ambiguously: "I don't mind if you return it again."
Chu Jiaoli felt warm breath coming from her ears, she slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "Why, why..."
Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand, touched her lips lightly with his fingertips, and said: "I am not happy this morning. I have been holding back my anger all day. If you want to tease me, you naturally need to put out the fire."
Chu Jiaoli frowned and said, "Have I ever teased you?"
Beigong Tengxiao looked at her with a half-smile, and said, "Just now you threw yourself into my arms, what was it if you weren't teasing me?"
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "Then you really can't stand the slightest teasing!"
Beigong Tengxiao had an uncontrollable smile in his eyes. He had never had much control over her, so he followed her and said, "It's good that you know."
Chu Jiaoli felt inexplicable in her heart. Was his clean, arrogant and aloof appearance in the past just a facade?
She wondered: "Why are you looking for me? Where is Chu Jiaoli?"
"Menstruation." Beigong Tengxiao said perfunctorily.
Chu Jiaoli paused slightly and said, "You...just found her?"
"The menstrual events of the concubines are recorded by the maids. You can find out by checking them."
Chu Jiaoli hesitated to speak, a slender jade finger stood upright on her lips. Beigong Tengxiao raised the corners of his lips and said: "Don't even think about lying to me, your menstruation will still be half a month away." After finishing her words, Chu Jiaoli bit her lip in annoyance, and immediately covered her again.
Tonight Beigong Tengxiao is very gentle, as if to soothe her thoughts, like the autumn evening wind blowing on the lake surface, causing ripples.
Chu Jiaoli slowly loosened her clenched fist, becoming more and more depressed...
Have a good night's sleep and no dreams.
In the early morning, with the sound of birds chirping, Chu Jiaoli slowly regained consciousness.
Beigong Tengxiao left without knowing when, and the belt on her wrist had been taken away. She raised her hand and pulled down the hair tie that covered her eyes, and opened her eyes.
Her slender hands gently smoothed the creases on the hairband. She folded the hairband, slowly placed it on her heart, and closed her eyes.
It seems that something is quietly changing.
In the courtyard, pear blossoms are rustling, and under the tree is a graceful woman in white. The woman's eyes are light, neither arrogant nor impetuous, like a lotus flower emerging from the mud.
She held the sword in her hand and cut through the air. The blade of the sword caught a falling pear blossom, and she lightly weighed it. The pear blossom danced with the wind again, like a fluttering butterfly, dancing with the sword.
Linglong was sitting on the stone pier, looking at Chu Jiaoli's figure, and said with a little doubt: "Your Majesty, I feel that your swordsmanship seems to be different from before."
Chu Jiaoli raised her eyebrows slightly, put her sword back, and said, "Regressed?"
Linglong shook her head: "That's not the case." She smiled with some admiration and admiration, "I just feel... more elegant than before."
"Really?" Chu Jiaoli showed a faint smile, gave her the sword, turned around and walked to the swing under the tree to sit down, stood on tiptoes and shook.
Closing her eyes, she thought of Chu Jiaoxing sitting on the swing, and Chu Jiaotang helping her swing the swing. The two sisters were having a great time, and there seemed to be a little bit of envy in their hearts.
In an instant, she was also sitting on the swing. Beigong Tengxiao stood behind her, raised his hand and gently touched her cheek, saying: "What they have, you must also have. From now on, I will not allow you to envy others."
Girls..."
The pear blossoms are falling, and the scene is very much like the swing in the front yard of the Biluo Hall of the Prince's Mansion.
Her heart suddenly felt a throbbing pain, and she slowly tightened her grip on the hemp rope of the swing. When she opened her eyes again, she was filled with tears.
This conjecture is getting more and more strange. They are obviously beautiful things, but why can they make her so sentimental...
She sighed softly and raised her hand to hold the copper plate hanging around her neck.
Whenever she feels uneasy, she will always subconsciously hold the coin in her hand. This has been her habit for the past few months.
Touching her empty neck, Chu Jiaoli paused slightly, then shook her head helplessly.
Feeling bad, she took a walk to the back garden.
"Princess, please spare me, I really didn't break your flowers."
When she walked to the corner, Chu Jiaoli saw Hua Yuejin's sharp eyes, and raised her hand to slap the woman in front of her hard.
"Bang!" A clear and loud voice came, and the young woman with her back to Chu Jiaoli fell to the ground, sobbing.
Concubine?
Chu Jiaoli rolled her eyes, turned her head and whispered to Linglong behind her: "Who is she?"
Hearing this, Linglong lowered her head with a guilty conscience and did not dare to speak.
Chu Jiaoli frowned and said, "Say."
"Back to my queen...she is Xu Qingqian, the only daughter of the county prince. She entered the house yesterday and the prince has accepted her as his aunt."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli raised her eyebrows slightly. It turned out that she met the county magistrate yesterday because of this matter.
She slightly narrowed her peach blossom eyes and considered it.
It was said that Xu Fu, the magistrate of Xu County, was once a royal censor in the palace, but was demoted to the county magistrate for unknown reasons. She had heard in the imperial capital that Xu Fu was an outstanding strategist and a rare talent. Xu was expected to be reinstated.
Returning to the Imperial Capital.
In this way, Xu Qingqian may be of great use.
However, she couldn't help but feel worried when she saw Hua Yuejin's attitude towards Xu Qingqian.
"Princess, that flower really fell down on my own as my concubine passed by accidentally..." Xu Qingqian argued aggrievedly.
Although his appearance cannot be clearly seen, his figure is that of a weak Liu Fufeng, and his voice is delicate and tender, making him very endearing.
Hua Yuejin wanted to slap her again: "How dare you quibble!"
Linglong looked at Chu Jiaoli's complicated expression and comforted: "My dear, don't be too sad..."
Before she finished speaking, Chu Jiaoli stepped forward quickly, raised her hand to pinch Hua Yuejin's wrist, and said in a low voice: "Princess, Aunt Xu is here for the first time, so it's time to stop."
"You!" Hua Yuejin couldn't match Chu Jiaoli's strength, and couldn't help but feel angry. However, she actually knew the etiquette so well and called her "Princess" for the first time, which made her feel a lot better.
She stared into Chu Jiaoli's eyes and said, "Zhonggong Huanli, what do you want?"