Chapter 576: The selfish and cold-blooded emperor (4)

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When Song Wan woke up, the sky was bright, and her thoughts returned. Seeing

that there was no one on her side, her pupils shrank suddenly and quickly got

up.

When there was a movement, Qinghe opened the door gently and walked in, with a

smile on his face, "Mother, are you awake?"

"What time is it now? Hurry up, change clothes for this palace." Song Wan

hurriedly tidied herself up and walked to the dressing table. She was so

worried, "When did the emperor leave? This palace actually overslept."

Qinghe smiled more openly, "The emperor left at the very beginning, and asked

the servants not to wake the mother and let her sleep for a while."

Song Wan's hand combing her hair paused, her anxious expression slowly

receding, and a little joy in her heart, she sat down in front of the mirror.

Qinghe holding a wooden comb, standing behind her, combed her hair gently,

with a smile in her tone, "The slave and maidservant are right. The emperor is

so fond of the empress, he will definitely come to see the empress."

Song Wan remembered what Ji Huai had said last night, and felt that she still

had to be punished in a proper manner, and she should not be arrogant and talk

behind the scenes, and it would not be good to reach the emperor's ears. After

this period of time, she might as well go find him.

Thinking, turned his head to Qinghe and said, "Hurry up and dress up my

palace. I have to go to the Sacred Heart Church. It will be late for a while."

Qinghe's movements did not change, he lowered his head, smiled and said, "I

don't need to go.

Song Wan was puzzled and asked instinctively, "Why?"

"Because the emperor said before he left that it was the servants who didn't

see the empress, so they had to take turns to the Sacred Heart Hall to be

punished for the empress. If there is another time, then double the penalty."

It was clear that they were punished for them, but Qinghe was happy. Very,

"Carambola went for the empress today."

They take turns, it's nothing at all and can't bear much suffering.

Song Wan was slightly startled, and did not respond for a long time.

She had hinted last night, but the emperor did not take the initiative to

exempt her from being punished. This move really surprised her.

"The emperor loves the empress the most, so she can't bear so much suffering."

Qinghe put on a hollow carved jade hairpin on her, and then said again, "The

emperor asked the servant to apply the medicine to the empress on time, and

the empress should take care of it. Body."

When the master is favored, the slaves will follow. In public and private,

Qinghe hopes that her own young lady will be honored and favored. See who else

in this harem looks down on their women and Jingyang Palace!

Song Wan looked at herself in the mirror, her lips faintly smiled, and her

pretense last night should have worked.

My mother always said that she was eccentric, thoughtful, and vying for favor.

It seemed that she was not a bad thing at the moment.

The grace of the emperor, she wants to fight!

After breakfast, Qinghe took the plaster left by Ji Huai and rubbed it on Song

Wan carefully.

"hiss..."

She was not weak, Song Wan frowned and her body trembled.

"Niangniang bear with me, the emperor said, I have to use some force so that

the bruises will dissipate. Looking at the slave and maidservant, it is much

better than yesterday." Qinghe blew gently to her, which can relieve some of

the pain, slowly He said again, "I heard that this is a tribute plaster. It is

extremely precious and has a very good effect. The emperor specially brought

it from the warehouse to the empress."

Song Wan remembered that last night, he tried to wipe it vigorously. He

thought it was to teach her some lessons, or he could not control the

intensity, so that he would cry in pain and had to endure it.

Qinghe rubbed it again, and Song Wan's body was tense with pain, and the eyes

flashed. When the other party was about to take the plaster once, he stopped,

"No need to wipe it, help my palace wash it off."

"Niang Niang?" Qinghe was surprised.

"It hurts too much, I won't wipe it." Song Wan said again.

"But, the emperor..."

Song Wan didn't let her go on, "It will be better if we raise it for a few

days."

Qinghe can't do anything but her.

Song Wan looked at the wound on his foot, looked at the plaster next to him,

and reached out to place it in a more conspicuous position.

At lunch, the emperor did not want to come, she also specially prepared his

favorite pastries and a few dishes.

At dinner, the emperor was still in the future. Song Wan sat alone at the

table. When the food was cold, he ate a few bites in a hurry.

Qinghe looked at her mother and looked forward to the left and right, and she

must be disappointed in her heart. He brought the medicine, "Niang, please

drink the medicine first."

Song Wan didn't say anything, and took it and drank it in one gulp.

After that, she lay on her feet, holding a notebook in her hand, watching the

story of the elopement of the poor scholar and the rich lady, one pair for the

rest of her life.

Just after the shower, she was wearing a thin gauze, her jade feet were

exposed, her legs were slightly bent, her figure was slender, and her fingers

were like peeling green onion roots.

The casual and lazy appearance is a bit more flattering, and the flattery

carved in the bones is itchy and crisp.

When Ji Huai came in, he saw this scene, his Adam's apple shrugged up, his

gaze fell straight on her, and he narrowed slightly.

Qinghe walked in with him, did not dare to speak out, looking at his wife even

more anxiously.

Song Wan was fascinated by the story, and was just when the two eloped and

died in love. I heard that the poor boy looked handsome, but how could her

emperor be handsome?

In a posture, she was not comfortable after lying down for a long time. She

turned over slightly, her gauze slipped a little, revealing a fragrant

shoulder and a delicate collarbone.

The spring light on his chest is looming.

"Niang Niang." Qing He looked anxiously, and couldn't help but remind.

Song Wan was very happy to watch, glanced over at random, saw the emperor at

the door, first was taken aback, then quickly hid the script on one side, and

quickly got up and put on shoes, "Is the emperor here?"

Ji Huai also walked in, "What is so fascinating to see? I am curious."

Most of the folk textbooks are thought to be unavailable on stage, so how can

Song Wan dare to show him? He walked over and took his hand and said softly,

"It's not like waiting for the emperor to sleep, just use it to relieve

boredom."

"Is the emperor available for dinner? The concubine also prepared the

emperor's favorite cakes today. Would you like the emperor to use some?"

In a few words, she changed the subject and pulled Ji Huai to sit on the

couch.

"Then I will taste it."

"It's the emperor's favorite taro cake." She circled his hands, her voice was

calm, her beautiful eyes looked at him softly, and the corners of her mouth

rose.

Ji Huai nodded.

The taro cake was brought up, and Song Wan got up to pick it up, frowning

because of the too much movement of the foot.

A pair of willow eyebrows were tightened, and the whole face was wrinkled

together.

"Niang Niang." Qinghe stretched out his hand to help her, but was intercepted

by the emperor halfway, Ji Huai put the pastry on one side.

"It still hurts today?" Ji Huai helped her sit down and looked at Qinghe, "Can

you put medicine on your mother?"

Qing He looked embarrassed, eyes fluttering, Song Wan raised her head to

answer, "Wipe it, the medicine given by the emperor is very good, and it will

be well within a few days."

Ji Huai looked at Qinghe, the corners of his eyes narrowed into a sharp arc,

and then turned his head to look at Song Wan, "Really?"

His voice was low and not warm, and a burst of power came, and Qinghe knelt

down with a "plop", shivering, "It's a slave girl..."

"It's the concubine who couldn't bear the pain. The emperor didn't feel so

painful when he wiped the body of the concubine last night. After changing the

green lotus, the pain was too much for the concubine, so I plan to wipe it by

herself before going to bed for a while." Song Wan gently interrupted. ,

Circled Ji Huai's hand again, and approached him slightly, "Would the

concubine body not use the plaster the emperor gave to the concubine body?"

"The things the emperor gave are the best."

Slightly raised his head, Zhu's lips and white teeth, his eyes seemed to shine

with water, his delicate hands held him, and his fragrant body was close.

Song Wan always satisfies him, otherwise she won't be a concubine. She can

satisfy him because she is the first emperor to keep filial piety, and the

government is busy, so she really doesn't want to trouble.

"You." Ji Huai bent her finger, tapped her smooth and white forehead lightly,

and said to Qinghe, "Go down."

"Yes." Qing He quickly got up and retreated, and closed the door.

There were only two people left in the room, and Song Wan was bolder, leaning

on him, "The concubine thought that the emperor was not coming today, and they

have been waiting for a day."

Ji Huai: "It's also common not to come. You don't need to wait for me in the

future."

"Today, my concubine is slumbering. I am guilty of not having a concubine to

serve the emperor. The emperor exempted me from kneeling. I am even more

grateful. The concubine naturally has to wait. Didn't you just wait for the

emperor?" she said with some joy. .

"Where is the plaster?" Ji Huai asked.

"The concubine is hiding." She curled her eyes with a smile, got up to get it,

Ji Huai interrupted, "You tell me, I just go get it."

Song Wan pointed to the location, and Ji Huai got up and fetched it.

"Compared with yesterday, it has disappeared better. Tomorrow should not be

willful." Ji Huai took a look and removed the plaster to help her wipe it.

"Will the emperor come tomorrow? The concubine dare not be willful in front of

the emperor." If he is in a good mood, Song Wan will be bolder.

"Come or not, you have to take medicine too." He replied, his strength not

reduced.

Song Wan endured the pain, "But when she sees the emperor, her injury will be

better."

Hearing that, Ji Huai was helping her rub, and her body was tense in pain, her

eyes filled with moisture, but she did not dare to retract her feet.

"You have a poor mouth," he said again after he finished, "In my opinion, you

can still kneel, tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wan was in a hurry, covering his mouth with

a slender hand, and said anxiously, "I can't..."

She can recall the numbness and needle-stick pain in her knees when she

kneeled for a long time.

Really can't.

Ji Huai pulled her down and laughed lowly.

"The emperor clearly cares for the concubine body, how can he take it back

when he feels half-hearted? If he kneels again, it will be useless for the

emperor to paint the concubine body, and the emperor has painted the concubine

body twice." Song Wan didn't want to go again. , Reached out and climbed on

his neck, "I want to be better soon, and try my best to serve the emperor. I

really know I'm wrong."

Ji Huai looked down at her, "Do you really know?"

"Yeah." She nodded her head, her eyes clear and serious.

Heroes don't suffer from immediate losses.

"Then take the medicine well, can it be done?" he asked again.

"I can do it." She affirmed and promised to speak. "The emperor can do it

all."

"No one is as good as you." Ji Huai looked at her, with a slightly hooked

corner of his mouth, holding her to the bed.

Song Wan lay on his chest, waited for him to put her on the bed, and reached

out to hook her belt, her voice was soft and waxy, sultry and sticky, "The

concubine is not only good, but also sweet. Would you like the emperor to try

it?"

The eyelashes are slightly fanned, and the small cherry mouth is closed, like

a fox, charming and attractive.

After speaking, she pulled his belt around, and Ji Huai leaned toward her

again, went to bed and hugged her.

"The emperor..." She dragged her voice, her body limp.

There are so many concubines in the harem. If he can come today, he may not be

able to come tomorrow. He hasn't entered the harem for half a month in the

past, and I don't know when the next time.

Song Wan didn't want to let him go.

Ji Huai suppressed his emotions and squeezed a word from his teeth, "I see,

Aifei, you really kneel less."

Concubine Ai had already exited. Song Wan stretched out her hand to wrap him

around him, and said softly, "It is the emperor who loves the concubine body,

and the concubine body naturally has to repay. If you kneel too much, is it

not the emperor who is distressed?"

The warm breath deliberately sprayed into his ears, and the ending sound did

not rise, Ji Huai had reached out and tore off her thin gauze.

Song Wan was lying weakly and delicately under him, her eyes were tender, her

eyes were full of spring, and she looked like Renjun was picking her up.

Ji Huai hugged her, his breath increased.

Qinghe was watching the night away, and her own lady's groans came out, making

her blush, how far away.

When Song Wan couldn't help himself, he hugged Ji Huai and took a bite of his

shoulder, which was so hard that she had a toothache.

Tonight, she is more enthusiastic than ever, working hard to cooperate with Ji

Huai.

Called for water twice, already panting.

When I went to bed, I hid in Ji Huai's arms, thinking that it finally stopped.

How could I have thought that the emperor took her back again.

Song Wan lay dying, feeling weak, Ji Huai looked at her, stretched out her

hand to draw back her wet hair, "Ai Concubine is like a kitten this time."

Her cheeks were dyed crimson, the tips of her ears were also red, and her

throat was dumb, pretending to be a cute girl, "Concubine body, concubine body

is not as good as the emperor."

Rao is so, he did not let her go. "

Song Wan couldn't bear it anymore, and took the initiative to reach out and

climb on him, panting in his ears, and exerting force on his lower body.

Ji Huai messed up the rhythm and ended in a hurry.

Song Wan was lying in his arms, covered in fragrant sweat, and could fall

asleep in a daze with his eyes closed, but the emperor whispered in her ear,

"Ai Concubine, have you studied the "House Classic" with me behind?"

She blushed when she heard it, but she didn't say anything, but she said,

"Then...does the emperor like it?"

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