"Yes, Your Majesty, I have been dreaming about you since the first time I saw you."
"In a recent dream, I dreamed that... Your Majesty and I fell in love until my hair turned white. In the end, even if I died, Your Majesty was not willing to let go of my hand."
As if because she was happy, the woman's lips curved into a satisfied smile.
"Dream?"
The man finally raised his head, raised his eyes slightly, and murmured this word with his lips slightly opened.
"Have you ever had a dream about me?"
He Muyan's expression was not as distant and violent as usual, his voice was much gentler, and his fine eyelashes trembled slightly.
Su Lian nodded in his arms and hugged his neck coquettishly.
"The first time I met His Majesty, His Majesty was only eight years old. He was always alone and bullied by other princes."
"I didn't know what was going on at the time. I just thought that your majesty could not be wronged, so..."
"The second time I saw His Majesty, His Majesty was covered in blood."
"When I saw His Majesty on the bed, he was shaking all over in pain. I felt so distressed, so I stepped forward and hugged Your Majesty."
Su Lian bit her lip, seeming to feel that her actions were somewhat transgressive.
The warm fingertips rolled over the purple sun petals that fell in her arms. Looking at the woman's clear eyes, He Muyan held her hand tighter and tighter.
Even though he knew it was unrealistic to fall in love with someone just because of a few dreams, the fact was that his little concubine was inexplicably attracted to him, whether in or out of dreams.
It was like a reassurance, calming down his heart that was originally bathed in killing and despair.
Recently, His Majesty seems to have become a little different.
Looking at He Muyan, who was in a high position, Su Xiang quickly exchanged glances with the people next to him.
In the past few days, no matter what they said, He Muyan no longer seemed to get irritable as usual when encountering the smallest things.
It is said that he no longer kills people wantonly in his dormitory. All in all, he is much gentler.
Apart from continuing to go her own way and letting the imperial concubine go to court, there is nothing ridiculous.
Moreover, the concubine they once thought was a troublemaker did not seem to be so brainless. She even made several sudden remarks that had a great impact on the current situation.
"Your Majesty, tonight is the annual Moon Festival. Lovers all over the world will go to put out lanterns together."
At the table, Zhou Ninghai rolled up his sleeves and polished ink while smiling.
He has seen His Majesty's recent changes, because such changes only happened after Su Lian was born, so Zhou Ninghai attributed all these changes to Su Lian.
"Yuexi Festival?"
He Muyan was writing the last stroke of the word "pity" when he heard this and raised his eyebrows:
"How come I didn't know there was this section?"
Zhou Ninghai smiled and pushed the inkstone to him:
"Of course Your Majesty didn't know this before. You have become somewhat popular recently."
He Muyan pressed his fingers against his chin and said lazily:
"Then tell me, how did you celebrate the Moon Festival?"
"This Moon Festival is a festival for lovers. Every August 11th, every household, whether married or not, will go out to the streets to set off fireworks and lanterns to celebrate."
"According to the tradition of past dynasties, every emperor would take his queen or his beloved to watch the fireworks on the palace wall."
The hand holding the pen paused, and He Muyan's eyebrows and eyes showed no emotion:
"boring."
He wouldn't go through this kind of festival where you and I spend most of the day just telling each other how much we love each other.
"Your Majesty, can we leave the palace today?"
In the Liuli Palace, Su Lian was eating the peeled lychees and looking at He Muyan who was half lying down with bright eyes.
In fact, it's not that she came up with it, but that she really hasn't left this palace for a long time. Every day she is either intrigued by each other or blowing rainbow farts at each other, and she is tired of it.
It happened to be the Moon Festival, so she could go out for some fun. Moreover, she had reached a deal with He Muyue, which required her to leave the palace to complete it.
He Muyan stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms, his thin lips slightly curved:
"Exchange conditions."
Su Lian resisted the urge to roll her eyes and kissed him on the corner of his lips.
He Muyan was a little dissatisfied with her careless approach, so he stretched out his hand to hold her chin, leaned against the edge of the table and kissed her again.
His kissing method is not gentle, just like his own.
Touching her lips, which were almost red and swollen from being kissed, Su Lian deeply felt that she had made a loss.
Although Su Lian wanted to play in the palace, she didn't expect it would be so troublesome.
When the third layer of outer gauze was put on, Su Lian couldn't help it anymore:
"Aunt Fang, how many more do you want?"
Aunt Fang was a palace maid specially sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs with experience in taking care of the late empress.
Because she is highly qualified, down-to-earth, and can cook well, He Muyan specially assigned her to come here.
"Oh, my dear, it's quick, it's quick."
Aunt Fang was extremely satisfied with her "masterpiece" and patted Su Lian up and down:
"My dear, you are too thin. You need to eat more."
"Look, this, this, and this!"
Aunt Fang's big palm slapped her chest.
Su Lian paused and quickly picked up the hem of her skirt that was already mopping the floor:
"No, no, aunt, I feel like I've almost left. See you later!"
With that said, he dragged Yue Ju and ran out of the hall.
Aunt Fang was left alone, holding on to several layers of coats:
"Hey, Madam, it's against the rules for you to go out like this!"
On the Moon Festival, the emperor, queen or concubines all have to parade through the streets, so the congratulatory banquet was waiting in the sedan chair early.
It's just that his face doesn't look very good.
He Muyan tugged on the pink flowers on the sedan with some disgust, took a deep breath, and got off the sedan:
"How could I sit in such a sedan chair?"
"No, no, no, Your Majesty. Now the news that you and the imperial concubine are going to parade has spread, and the people are waiting outside with eager anticipation. A gentleman's words are hard to follow, Your Majesty!"
Zhou Ninghai quickly stepped forward to persuade.
He Muyan impatiently waved away his blocking hand, raised his eyes and was about to get angry, but froze in an instant.
I saw Su Lian running out in a hurry, wearing an apricot pink water-thin gilt smoke gauze. The clothes fluttered like flying feathers, and dark golden ripples surged in the cuffs. The exposed collarbone was white and clear, wrapped with a light yellow gauze belt.
The waist is full and full, and the lotus grows every step of the way, which is particularly touching.
Three thousand black hair reaches her waist, and there is only one glazed butterfly hairpin in the temples, which is about to fly. Her slightly raised face is delicate and delicate, her extremely clear eyes are full of water, and her cheeks are vaguely floating because of the trot.
And the thin powder rises.
Su Lian pushed He Muyan, who was half exposed outside the sedan, back into the sedan, quickly climbed on, and even glanced behind him in fear.
The panting Yueju couldn't laugh or cry when she saw this: