After a sleepless night, Beigong Tengxiao was not tired at all. He put his arm under Chu Jiaoli's head, and gently pinched her face with his other hand, saying: "Little lazy cat, it's time to wake up." "Well..." Chu Jiaoli frowned slightly and said, "It's all because of Your Highness, I haven't had enough sleep."
Beigong Tengxiao chuckled, leaned over and kissed her cheek, then stood up lazily.
Meng Ying's face was haggard and dark yellow. Her originally delicate and lively eyes had become dim and dull. Her eyes were now black and blue, and the traces of tears condensed on her face could be vaguely seen. She looked so embarrassed.
He raised the corners of his lips and said, "Okay, step back."
It took a long time for Meng Ying to regain her composure and drop her sore hand. Raising her hand for a long time made her feel pain, and some tears overflowed from her eyes.
She gritted her teeth, lowered her head, saluted, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
She stood up tremblingly, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. Seeing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised his voice and said: "Come here, prepare the chariot for Meng Cairen."
Meng Ying raised her eyes, her eyes full of confusion, but she saw his smile that did not reach the depths of his eyes. Even so, it was like the melting ice and snow, making her heart palpitate.
The servants used the walking chariot to carry Meng Ying back to Ningxue Pavilion. Luo Bai, who was sitting by the window doing embroidery, just glanced at her lightly and never paid attention to it. Li Qingyuan, on the other hand, saw the gorgeous walking chariot and her eyes were full of joy.
Unable to conceal her envy, the maid helped the exhausted Meng Ying down, bowed and retreated.
Meng Ying sat on a chair, rubbing her painful knees with her hands, her head lowered and full of grievances.
Li Qingyuan rolled her eyes, came over and said, "Looking at your haggard look, is His Highness treating you well?"
Hearing this, Meng Ying's eyes filled with tears again, her mouth trembled with grievance, and she stopped talking.
Before he could complain, several maids came in and said, "By His Highness's order, the slaves brought some rewards and supplements to Meng Cai to help them recover."
Meng Ying looked at the precious medicinal food and pearl agate jewelry presented on the tray, and swallowed the complaint she was about to say.
The maid who spoke turned to Li Qingyuan and said: "His Royal Highness also said that Meng Cairen is only temporarily staying in Ningxue Pavilion. Please treat her well."
Hearing this, Luo Bai nodded politely to the maid, and Li Qingyuan was stunned. She suppressed the unwillingness in her heart and smiled, saying: "Yes."
Seeing that both of them had answered, the maid picked up the medicinal meal again, handed it to Meng Ying, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, you worked hard at bedtime last night. Your Highness specially ordered your servants to make this nourishing medicinal meal. Please take advantage of it."
Drink it hot."
Meng Ying took the bowl blankly, and the maids in the room put away the rewards, and then they retreated.
Li Qingyuan sat next to her with an attentive look on her face and said with a smile: "I can't tell. Looking at your listless look, I'm really not sure whether you had a good day yesterday."
Meng Ying slowly stirred the medicinal meal with a spoon, lowered her head and took a sip, sniffed, and said in a soft and indifferent voice: "Your Highness was really bad last night."
Li Qingyuan gritted her teeth reluctantly, then gently rolled her eyes and said, "How should I say it?"
Meng Ying glanced at her lightly, then sighed and said leisurely: "Oh, you don't understand anyway, it's just that I didn't sleep all night, and I was exhausted."
Li Qingyuan smiled and said: "Oh, you are indeed Sister Meng. I may be promoted to a title one day and become a concubine. Don't forget this good sister of mine."
Meng Ying snorted arrogantly. Although she suffered a great injustice last night, Beigong Tengxiao gave her enough face outside. With such "favor", it is much better than those two people. Thinking of it,
Here, it seems that I am not so aggrieved.
Two days later, Qinghuang Palace.
It was night, the candlelight was dim, Donggong Qinghuang was wearing a thin nightgown, and her exquisite body curves were looming. She was sitting in front of the chair, feeling uneasy in her heart, and a faint sadness emerged in her heart.
She had just had a miscarriage, and tonight she would once again face a man she didn't like or even didn't know.
Wen Ruyu said that the man she found for her would definitely not be too bad, but... he was not her favorite after all.
She gritted her teeth and finally snorted disdainfully. Will the next man be worse than Bei Gonglie?
Just as I was thinking about it, my eyes suddenly went dark, the candles went out, and soon my eyes were covered.
Donggong Qinghuang was startled and felt uneasy. Although she knew this, she still subconsciously asked: "Who?"
"Empress, you don't need to know who I am. If you do, it will only make you more painful." A soft and pleasant young voice sounded, and Donggong Qinghuang suddenly relaxed his vigilance.
She was silent for a long time before she said, "Why do you have to blindfold me?"
The man smiled faintly, raised his hand and gently lifted her chin, and said: "Madam, if you can't see me, I can leave you some room for imagination, right?" After saying that, he leaned over and gently touched her red cheeks.
Lip.
Donggong Qinghuang turned away in disgust and said in a cold voice: "Don't make unnecessary moves, you are not him after all."
"Ha." The man chuckled and said, "It seems that the queen does have a sweetheart."
Dong Gong Qinghuang felt her breathing throbbing, but he gently held her in his arms and said gently: "Although I can't replace him, at least I can help you forget Bei Gong Lie."
"Don't mention him!" Donggong Qinghuang became excited, and the resentment in her heart had nowhere to hide.
As soon as she finished speaking, the belt was gently untied, and she suddenly started to tremble with nervousness, whimpering, and tightly grasped his robe with her slender fingers.
"Your Majesty, you are just a dream. After your Majesty becomes pregnant, I will withdraw from your life forever." The man leaned into her ear and comforted her softly.
After a long time, the nervous hand slowly dropped to the bed.
At a corner of the eaves in the distance, a girl in purple clothes had her long hair flying. She looked at the candlelight in Qinghuang Hall extinguished and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Wen Ruyu, who was behind her, raised the corners of her lips slightly and said, "You have to come here and take a look. Are you so worried that it's me who's staying inside?"
Mo Wei looked indifferent and asked instead: "Who did you arrange for her?"
"Of course they belong to our Yousheng Cult." He leaned close to her ear and smiled lightly, "The person who likes you."
Mo Wei raised her eyebrows and looked at him inexplicably: "Is there anyone in the Nether Saint Cult who likes me?"
With a bottomless smile, Wen Ruyu raised her hand and rubbed her head, saying: "My Weiwei is slow to react, so naturally she won't notice it."
"Who is slow?" Mo Wei frowned, opened his hand, straightened her hair, breathed out gently, and said: "I don't care who likes me."
