"Chen Shuang is right. In the harem, the queen still has the greatest power and the most noble. Chen Shuang is just the imperial concubine. In the future, the Queen will be more responsible for the matter in the harem."
Murong Xuan smiled. During this period, he understood more about Chen Shuang's dislike of fighting. How could such a simple little woman and such a lazy woman be the opponent of these women?
What he wants to do in the future can only do his best to protect Chen Shuang.
Chen Shuang pursed her lips and smiled, feeling bitter in her heart. She was too naive. Although Murong Xuan did abstinence for more than two months, what about the future...
When her beauty grows old, will Murong Xuan still be by her side, right?
Thinking of this, I felt cold in my heart. I thought that she used to be an innocent and innocent personality, optimistic and worry-free. Even if she was slapped by Mr. Li a few times, it would be better than staying in this palace.
However, there is no regret medicine in the world.
Chen Shuang drank a few glasses of wine, but she felt a little dizzy. Looking at the false smiles of the beauties below, the bustling candlelight was shining, and the light and shadow were dazed. She still felt a sense of coldness in her heart, which made her look dim.
The banquet was over and the song was cold. In the Zhaogui Hall, Chen Shuang was helped by Die'er and Ling'er into the bathing pool, and used all kinds of petals to bathe in a refreshing bath. Then a 150-year-old nanny came in.
For Chen Shuang, she could not put on any extra clothes such as translucent gauze, bellyband, etc.
Chen Shuang understood that when she was sleeping, women appeared in front of the emperor in this way.
The nanny sent Chen Shuang into the inner hall. For convenience, Murong Xuan was too lazy to let Chen Shuang go to his bedroom, but he was afraid that there would be any accidents on the way and that would be troublesome.
Die'er looked at Chen Shuang's back worriedly until she disappeared. She understood what the lady needed. This emperor might not be able to give Chen Shuang what she wanted, but...
Now, there is no room for recovery.
Murong Xuan was walking in the inner hall wearing a snow-white nightgown. Seeing that the nanny had brought Chen Shuang in, his eyes were lit up and he quickly asked the nanny to retreat.
Chen Shuang was a little timid. The pain of tearing in the Ice Palace finally made her feel scared.
"Chen Shuang, come... I've finally waited for today!" Murong Xuan smiled and pulled her down. The snow gauze tent was pulled down slowly, covering the spring scenery inside, and above the curtain.
The bells sounded slightly, the candlelight was dim, the ambergris spread, and the glimmer was reflected on the frosty and pink face, which was extremely ambiguous.