In the morning, Dongfang Chen got up refreshed, and Wang Yuyan personally changed his clothes.
Dongfang Chen hugged Wang Yuyan and had another intimate moment.
For Dongfang Chen, Wang Yuyan is the concubine that she likes and feels most comfortable with now. The queen is cold and difficult to control, and now she won't let him get close at all; Concubine Dong Xian is too serious and old-fashioned, and has no interest; the rest
Some low-ranking concubines have shallow knowledge, boring words, and are too eager for quick success and quick success. They have lust hidden in their eyes. The purpose of approaching him is not pure at first sight, and it is really impossible to really like them.
Unlike Wang Yuyan, who is gentle and intellectual, she never fights or steals, and she never whispers in his ears in an attempt to cause trouble for others or gain some benefits for herself. Moreover, although she knows etiquette in front of others, at night
, but she can become extremely passionate when she is in love with him. She is truly a good woman who is polite, well-informed and knowledgeable.
With great difficulty, Wang Yuyan panted and pushed away Dongfang Chen who was hugging her and kissing her, straightened her clothes, then blushed and stared at Dongchen with watery eyes and said: "Your Majesty, you are messing up my concubine like this.
With your clothes and hair, how can I send you out?"
"Okay, I don't need you to send me off. I'll go out by myself. You can go and sleep for a while." Dongfang Chen happily kissed Wang Yuyan on her forehead, then let her go and strode out the door.
After leaving the door, Dongfang Chen was about to leave when he suddenly discovered that not far away, in the sea of golden chrysanthemums, a woman in white was dancing gracefully.
In November, winter has already entered, and the capital of Yuan Dynasty is located in the south, but the wind in the morning is still very cold.
The woman in white is wearing a very thin gauze dress, jumping and spinning in the golden sea of flowers. From a distance, she can't see her face clearly, but she can only feel her graceful figure. The white skirt is swaying in the morning breeze, as if it is sliding across the sky.
The flowing clouds look like huge white butterflies dancing among the flowers.
With the rising sun as the background, the woman seemed to be an elf born from the white morning mist, beautiful, ethereal, and a little mysterious.
"That is...?" Dongfang Chen squinted his eyes, trying to see the woman's appearance clearly.
"Your Majesty, it is said that she is the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion who is learning etiquette here." This is the news that An Fuhai just found out. He came to wait outside the door early in the morning, ready to serve Dongfang Chen in court. However, he
She found that someone was dancing in the hazy morning mist earlier than her. Curious, she asked the maid of Dexin Palace and found out that it was the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's Palace.
"Oh?" Dongfang Chen raised his eyebrows, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Seeing Dongfang Chen's appearance, An Fuhai knew that Yun Xiyu had aroused Dongfang Chen's interest, so he tentatively said: "Your Majesty, please call her over for questioning."
Dongfang Chen smiled slightly and said nothing. But An Fuhai knew that this was the tacit meaning.
As soon as An Fuhai winked, the little eunuch next to him ran to find Yun Xiyu.
When he caught sight of the little eunuch running over from the corner of his eye, Yun Xiyu knew that he had succeeded in half, finally attracting the emperor's attention. The next step was to get him interested in her.
After hearing what the little eunuch said, Yun Xiyu nodded and followed him towards Dongfang Chen.
"My little girl, see you, Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty." Yun Xiyu stopped three steps away from Dongfang Chen, and then she bowed and saluted gracefully. The expression on her face was just right, with a hint of the gentleness of an intellectual woman.
, a bit of the purity of a girl, a bit of the purity of a saint, a kind of mistiness of a fairy...
Her mother said that the emperor liked the way her sister looked when she was a girl.