Mu Ziyan's heartache started again, but this time Ye Yangchenhao was not around. She only heard Dong Che say that the emperor was very busy recently, and she, a concubine in the harem, could not ask more questions, so she could only wait quietly;
She doesn't know why she feels that the pain in her chest has become more serious this time.
I hope this is just an illusion. She is weak in this palace. Without Ye Yangchenhao, she would not be able to find another person who would love her wholeheartedly. She can't understand why she has gradually become dependent on him. She can't figure it out.
Why do you become attached to his meticulous care?
"Your Majesty, you look very haggard. I will summon the imperial doctor to come and take a look at you." Yuzhu had a worried look on his face, but he didn't say what he originally wanted to say. Maybe, if he didn't know a little bit less, the Empress' heart would be filled with worry.
It will be easier.
When Mu Ziyan saw Yuzhu wanting to walk out, she said, "No, I just feel a little tired. I'll be fine after a rest."
Just as Yuzhu was about to step out, he had to turn back, came to Mu Ziyan's side, helped her up, and asked with concern: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Her face was very pale, her eye circles were dark, and she was obviously suffering from insomnia. Mu Ziyan nodded, and with Yuzhu's support, she lay down on the bed. Yuzhu thoughtfully covered her with a quilt, and when she was about to walk out,
But she was caught by Mu Ziyan, who turned her head to look at her in surprise and asked: "Mother, what's wrong with you?"
Mu Ziyan stared at Yuzhu pitifully, and then said, "I'm afraid, so don't leave."
In fact... this is a bit like... making it look like two people have gay love! Mu Ziyan understands in her heart, but there is no other way. Only Yuzhu is the closest to her now. Gay love is gay, even Painted Skin 2 can be staged.
At worst, the two of them will have a painting!
Yuzhu smiled slightly, nodded and said to her gently: "Okay, I'm here to watch you. I won't leave. Go to sleep!"
Mu Ziyan finally slowly let go of Yuzhu's hand, and then closed her eyes. Maybe she was too tired. After a while, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and then her breathing became even longer, and she was already asleep.
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At this moment, a man walked in. Yuzhu was about to salute but the man stopped him and waved her out. Yuzhu nodded, then walked out with a gentle step.
The man who could walk into the harem so openly and be both the inner palace and the bedside man had no other thought except Emperor Ye Yangchenhao; but why did Ye Yangchenhao wait until Mu Ziyan fell asleep before appearing?
Yesterday, so many things happened in the Amethyst Palace, wasn't he the one who should show up? No matter how you look at it, it feels like he came to the Amethyst Palace a bit sneakily?
He stepped to the bedside and looked at her sleeping face as calm as water. He smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to brush aside the bangs on her forehead, lowered his head and kissed her softly, causing her to stir restlessly.
It disturbed her sweet dream. He could only sit aside and stare at her sleeping face quietly. It was hard to imagine that he had not been with her for five whole days. He felt even worse than her without seeing her, but there was no way.
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"Yan'er, if you wait for me, I will be able to handle this matter soon. The day I am no longer subject to King Pingnan, I will be yours." After tightening the quilt, Ye Yangchenhao stood up and prepared to walk out.
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"Hao..." His hand was held by her, and as her low voice came, he realized that she had woken up at some point.
He sighed slightly in his heart, then sat by the bed, kissed her forehead gently, and said, "You go to bed first, I have something to deal with." After saying that, he stood up, but found that she still held his hand tightly and opened her eyes.
Her beautiful eyes filled with grievances were wide, and she didn't say a word, but just pulled him tightly. He finally returned to the bed again, this time he took off his shoes and coat, lay on the bed and held her in his arms.
Mu Ziyan was used to sleeping under bright lights, and Ye Yangchenhao got used to it over time. At this time, she finally smiled softly, revealing her white teeth as white as plaiting, and her soft pink tongue, which was a little timid.
The beautiful expression of pride and helplessness, and the movements that were not provocative at all, made Ye Yangchenhao's heart tremble, and his black eyes shone with a certain light.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world!" His kiss slowly fell on her delicate lips and passed over her pink cheeks.
"Ah..." The stimulation in her chest made her whole body feel like fire. She opened her red lips slightly, panting and choking, her pink cheeks were slightly red, and she gently closed her beautiful eyes.
Ye Yangchenhao smiled softly and held up her delicate little face, which was stained with a little love and was full of desire. His deep voice, like a spell, lingered in her ears unstoppably, tempting: "Yan'er,
Be good, open your eyes and look at me."
Mu Ziyan couldn't resist his charm in her shyness, so she opened her beautiful eyes according to the words, and her eyes were intertwined with his gently and lingeringly.
These days, he has been entangled with many things and has not been able to stay with her properly. He has longed for his body in his thoughts; and she was frightened today, and her nerves have become extremely sensitive; only by hugging each other tightly can the two of them be together.
Feel the deepest love!
There was a hint of forbearance on his charming and handsome face, and he felt that she could accept him, and then he released the emotions that he had held back for a long time.
"Ah... Hao..." She moaned tenderly, but his lips accurately captured her slightly open sandalwood mouth, and he couldn't help but tease the petals of her lips, which were like fire.
The warm tongue slid past her snow-white teeth and hooked around the soft lilac uvula, making her unable to escape so domineeringly.
The thin gauze curtain of the inner hall dangled in the wind, covering up the charming atmosphere of the room, but it could not eliminate the soft and sweet moans of the women and the heavy breathing of the men.
It can be said that the beauty is fragrant and the soul is in chaos, and the mandarin ducks and brocades are holding the spring breeze.