She can understand the hall and the kitchen, but...Miss, are you sure you won't burn down that innocent kitchen?
As for this, what kind of horse is Dai Ma? Is it the same as Prince Consort?
Wall... Oh, miss, how can you think of "climbing the wall" to steal a man? Your Majesty will be mad!
The last mistress means——
"Ting He!" Having noticed that Ting He's eyes were aimed at her tall and round figure, Feng Xi's purple face turned red and she swore that this was the last time that she would reveal her unconventional nature.
Second wife, not this "milk", but that "milk"!
"The lady said it herself..." Tinghe defended in a low voice with grievance.
Feng Xi's clear purple eyes glanced slightly, and when she was about to "educate" her about the difference between "milk" and "milk", Lu Ming's voice suddenly came from outside the palace door.
"Your Majesty has arrived——"
Before Feng Xizi could react, the closed palace door was pushed open.
The night wind was getting colder, blowing away the hanging silk gauze, and Mo Zhilan walked in slowly.
Feng Xizi was startled at first, and then saw clearly that what Mo Zhilan was wearing was actually the same moon-white brocade dress she wore three days ago. She suppressed the jealous smell all over her body and stepped forward with her slender body.
"Why did it take so long to come back?" She picked up the hot tea on the soft couch, brought it to Mo Zhilan, and took the jade fan from his hand that never left her body.
"There are too many things in the backlog of the six departments. It took three days to deal with them." Mo Zhilan frowned slightly when he saw the thin gauze skirt on Feng Xizi's body. He turned to Tinghe and said, "Go and get the empress's cloak."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Tinghe nodded and handed the forged gauze cloak from the screen to Mo Zhilan.
Mo Zhilan put the cloak on Feng Xizi's shoulders, tied it with a ribbon, and gently stroked her silk hair with compassion, showing a slightly tired smile.
Feng Xizi knew that Mo Zhilan had worked hard these past three days, so she held the back of his hand with her backhand and said at the same time: "Ting He, let people get ready. Your Majesty needs to take a bath and change clothes."
"Yes, Miss." Tinghe looked at the young lady who just now was full of jealousy and kept telling His Majesty to die. Now she fell into His Majesty's tenderness.
The only person in the world who can cure the young lady is indeed Your Majesty.
Smiling secretly, He ran out to prepare for a bath while listening to He Dong Dong Dong.
"Although Lan Qingruo stayed in the imperial capital this month, many things still have to be decided by you personally. Look at you, you were injured so badly, and you didn't sleep for three days and three nights until you got better... Zhilan, even if
For my sake, you have to be kind to yourself." A hint of paleness appeared on his elegant and handsome face. Her busy little hands first tapped his shoulders, then untied his front clothes and took off his silk clothes.
Embroidered ice yarn on the outside of the clothes.
Throwing the gauze clothes on the soft couch, before she could turn around, he hugged her waist from behind.
Sighing faintly, the elegant sandalwood scent of his body lingered on the tip of her nose, "Zi'er, it's great that you are still here..."
"I will always be with you, always with you." She lowered her head, her white and tender hands covering his slender fingers, and smiled, "I don't want you to be alone, and as long as I live, I will stay with you.
"
Without saying a word, he hugged her tighter.
There was a gentle knock on the palace door. Ting He opened the door, followed by several chamberlains.
"Mother, the hot water is here."
Eight steaming buckets were carried to the corner of the Taiji Hall's bedroom, and poured into a huge bathtub carved from a single piece of golden nanmu.
With the sound of rushing water, the room was filled with steam, making it moist and warm.