Concubine Jing leaned in his arms in embarrassment, quietly listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling his warm and generous embrace, and smiled softly.
"Your Majesty, I have made you cloud dew tea, which will soothe your nerves and nourish your stomach."
Jun Zilin looked at Concubine Jing and saw that she didn't mention anything about what happened in recent days.
All the grievances suffered must be swallowed alone.
Junzi Lin's eyes darkened, and he held her hand tighter and tighter.
"good."
The two sat down in the courtyard. Concubine Jing poured tea for the emperor in an elegant and quiet manner. The tea cup had a faint fragrance.
Concubine Jing never knew these things before entering the palace.
After entering the palace, only the square world of the palace was left, and I gradually learned to taste tea alone.
Jun Zilin stared at the tea cup, his eyes turned cold.
These tea cups and tea sets are clearly from last year's model, and they are still found in the rooms of the concubines in the harem.
Looking at Yueyingxuan, except for Wenzhu beside Concubine Jing, there are only two maids and one eunuch left.
Is this what a concubine should do?
Jun Zilin stood up with a livid face, and Concubine Jing paused: "Your Majesty, what's wrong..."
He had already strode into the house. Seeing this, Concubine Jing had no choice but to follow him.
In Yueyingxuan's bedroom, both supplies and decorations are very simple and elegant.
To put it harshly, it is crude.
This is probably the poorest and shabbiest palace in the entire harem.
Jun Zilin gritted his teeth in anger: Those people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs are just trying to take advantage of people's power!
Concubine Jingsu held his hand and smiled lightly: "Your Majesty knows that I always like peace and quiet, and I don't like those rich and expensive things, so I asked the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to return all the things."
Jun Zilin focused his attention on her. Under the dim light, he could clearly see the expression on her face, which was gentle and calm. Her eyes were as bright as the moon at that time, as clear and brilliant as the moon.
She was dressed in a white dress, extremely simple, and there was not a single expensive accessory on her body.
The only thing that can be seen is the white jade ice lotus hairpin on her head, which he gave to her before entering the palace.
Jun Zilin felt sour in his heart and hugged her tightly: "Qinglan, let's have a child."
With a prince or princess, she can have someone to rely on in the palace and will not be bullied.
With a child, she can have someone to rely on in this deep palace, so that she will not be too lonely.
With a child, he can lock her firmly in this deep palace and accompany him forever.
Even though he knew that she was incompatible with this deep palace compound, he was still selfish and wanted to keep her by his side forever.
Her bright smile and wanton life were all broken by him, and they were almost consumed by this deep palace.
Three years ago, I promised her.
If one day he betrays her and hurts her, she can leave at any time.
Therefore, Jun Zilin was extremely scared and desperately wanted to use the child to tie her down.
"Qinglan..."
Jun Zilin called softly, his voice was low and filled with an intoxicating tenderness, his eyes were as soft as spring water.
The hand holding Concubine Jing slowly became tighter, and the hot feeling spread from the palm of her hand, spreading throughout her internal organs, lungs, and limbs!
Concubine Jing's eyes tightened and she was stunned by what he said: "Your Majesty."
Jun Zilin picked her up and put her on the bed, leaned forward and kissed the woman's beautiful red lips, muttering hoarsely: "Call my name."
Concubine Jing hugged his neck, the tips of her ears instantly turned red, and she called in a soft voice: "Zilin..."
The woman's sweet voice seemed to catalyze something.
Jun Zilin raised his head, his eyes blazing, focusing on her for a moment.
He reached out and took away the only white jade ice lotus hairpin from his hair, and his green hair flowed down as smoothly as water, expressing a myriad of amorous feelings.
He leaned over, and a tall shadow fell over him, blocking all the weak candlelight.