9. Chapter 9 Tears streaming down the face of the only favorite harem 1
Normally, the concubine would take a bath and wait for the emperor to come, but today for some reason, Dongfang Che came half an hour early.
Could it be that he came early to humiliate himself? Maybe.
According to the cold and weird personality of the male god, there is nothing he can't do.
When night really fell, Zhan Meixiang was lying on the dragon bed in the back hall of Yuhe Hall wearing only a thin layer of underwear. This bed was probably the most luxurious one in the country, with the whole body sparkling with gold.
The bedside is decorated with crystals and gold and silver donated from the Western Regions to resemble a blooming rose. The window curtains are embroidered with pictures of hundreds of immortals and hung with various colored sachets and pearls.
Here, it feels a bit both real and imaginary.
This is more comfortable than Simmons**.
More importantly, it is said that the style of this ** is changed once a year.
This is what the nouveau riche do, okay? This is how to show off your wealth!
Zhan Meixiang kept complaining in her heart.
The brocade quilt on the bed was a little thin, and Zhan Meixiang lay there until her body became stiff after being warmed by the hot water, and then Dongfang Che came over.
He dismissed everyone, walked over, gently opened the translucent curtain, and smiled lightly: "Don't expect me to touch you again." The light in his always deep and scary eyes flashed,
Zhan Meixiang was not stupid. She recognized it at a glance. It was disgust. She hated being looked down upon by Dongfang Che with such eyes.
Hate his disgust.
Zhan Meixiang sat up with her brocade quilt in her arms and said sarcastically: "I didn't want to think about what was going on with you. I was afraid that I would feel nauseous and couldn't help but vomit when the time came, ruining the emperor's elegance."
"Oh? Queen, this is just a joke, are you mocking me?" He was still standing and laughing, with no intention of sitting on the bed.
"How dare I? You are the emperor, how can I have the courage as a concubine? I am still afraid of death, really afraid." Zhan Meixiang chuckled and looked at Dongfang Che with an innocent face.
"The Queen's words are really pleasant to the ear." Dongfang Che even had no trace of the smile on his face, and the twinkling light in his eyes was menacing.
"Is the emperor angry?" Zhan Meixiang smiled hypocritically, thinking in her mind whether she would be able to wear it back if she died after being given a glass of poisonous wine or something.
"So, the queen is saying that I shouldn't be angry?" He leaned down, pinched Zhan Meixiang's chin, and smiled softly: "Your body is shaking, my beloved concubine, is it because of the cold or something else?
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Zhan Meixiang suddenly raised her head to look at him. His expression was still leisurely and elegant, but there was a sharp light in his deep eyes.
He let go of Zhan Meixiang's chin, turned around and left.
"Don't go." Zhan Meixiang panicked a little and jumped out of bed, pulling the quilt: "Don't go."
Is it better to give him a glass of poisoned wine or to be thrown into the cold palace? There must be an explanation before leaving, okay? It’s better for you to plan your future life! What’s going on like this!
"The queen is very fond of me." He turned around with a smile, with a touch of sarcasm on his lips: "Pass on my wishes, and you will continue to sleep with me tomorrow night." After saying this, he rolled up the corner of his robe, turned around, pushed the door open and walked out, never to be seen again.
Turn back.
It seemed to be drifting away with a gust of wind.
Zhan Meixiang thought that she had not read so many Gong Douwen in vain, even though they were all used on Dongfang Che.
But this is also a kind of practice of what you have learned!
She stood on the ground with bare feet, and the cold floor tiles stung her and she couldn't help but shiver. Zhan Meixiang felt an urge to scold her for having decorated the room so beautifully that she didn't even bother to lay the carpet.
The nouveau riche are all so tasteless! No taste at all!
Dongfang Che, you have the face of a male god, but the heart of a nouveau riche!
This is a disease, but you are hopeless!!
Zhan Meixiang was called to the harem for seven days in a row. The rumor that "Zhan Meixiang was the only one doting the harem before she was married" spread throughout the harem like wings. Zhan Meixiang was stunned at first by this "scandal", and then burst into tears.