Chapter 130: 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 got up

quickly.

There was a movement, Qing He opened the door gently and walked in, with a

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

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

hurriedly tidied up her appearance and walked to the dressing table. She was

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

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

servants not to wake up the mother and let her sleep longer."

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 lightly,

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 make people talk

behind her back. It would not be good to reach the emperor's ears. After this

period, 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."

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

don't need to go, mother."

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

"Because the emperor said before he left that the servants 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 had been 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 stand any suffering.

Song Wan was slightly startled, and did not react 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 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 lady will be honored and favored. Who else in this

harem looks down on their mothers and Jingyang Palace!

Song Wan looked at herself in the mirror, her lips faintly smiled, 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, you have to use some force so that

the bruises will dissipate, and the servants and maidservants look at it, it

is much better than yesterday." Qinghe blew gently to her to relieve some of

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

extremely precious and has excellent curative effect. The emperor specially

brought it from the warehouse to the empress."

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

that he was teaching her some lessons, or he could not control the intensity,

so that he would cry in pain and had to bear 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 me wash it off."

"Niang?" Qinghe was surprised.

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

"But, the emperor..."

Song Wan did not 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 come, she also specially prepared his favorite

pastries and several dishes.

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

table. When the food was cold, he took a few bites.

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

be disappointed in her heart, and brought the medicine, "Niang, take the

medicine first."

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

Afterwards, she was lying on her feet, holding a notebook in her hand,

watching the story of the elopement of the poor scholar and the rich lady, a

couple for life.

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

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

were like cutting green onions.

The appearance of casual laziness is a bit more charming, and the charming in

the bones is itchy and crisp.

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

eyes fell straight on her, and he narrowed slightly.

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

anxiously.

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

died. He 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 off a little, revealing a fragrant

shoulder and a delicate collarbone.

The spring light on his chest is looming.

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

Song Wanzheng had a good time watching, glanced at him at random, and 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 considered 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 the emperor use some?"

In a few words, she changed the subject and pulled Ji Huai onto the couch.

"Then I will taste it."

"It's the emperor's favorite taro cake." She circled his hand, 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 stood 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 reached out to help her, but was intercepted by the

emperor halfway, Ji Huai put the cake on one side.

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

you put medicine on your mother?"

Qinghe looked embarrassed, her eyes fluttered, and Song Wan looked up and

answered, "It's done, 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 turned his head to look at Song Wan, "Really?"

His voice was low and warm, and a burst of power came, and Qinghe knelt down

with a "plop", trembling, "It's a slave girl..."

"It's the concubine who couldn't bear the pain. When the emperor wiped the

concubine's body last night, it didn't hurt so much. After changing the green

lotus, the concubine's body hurts so much that she can't stand the pain.

Prepare 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, "Will the concubine use the plaster the emperor gave to the

concubine?"

"The things the emperor gave are the best."

Slightly raised his head, his Zhu 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 her 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 stepped back, and closed the door.

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

on him, "The concubine thought that the emperor would not be here today, and

had 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."

"The concubine is sleepy today. It is guilty to have no concubine to serve the

emperor. The emperor spared me to punish me on my knees. 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 will get it."

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

"Compared with yesterday, it has disappeared better. Tomorrow cannot 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 this, Ji Huai was helping her rubbing, and her body was tight with

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, "I see, 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-like pain in her knees when she kneeled

for a long time.

Really can't.

Ji Huai pulled her down and laughed low.

"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. 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, stretched out

her hand to hook her belt, her voice was soft and waxy, sultry and sticky,

"The concubine is not only good, but also sweet, the emperor wants to try it?"

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

a fox, charming and attractive.

After that, 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 in his ear, "It is the emperor who loves the

concubine, and the concubine 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 open her thin gauze.

Song Wanjiao was lying weakly and weakly under him, her eyes full of

tenderness, her eyes were full of spring, and she looked like a picker.

Ji Huai hugged her, his breath increased.

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

making her blush, how far away.

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

shoulder, which was so hard that her teeth hurt.

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 Fei 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 cousin, "Concubine body, concubine body is

not as good as the emperor."

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

Song Wan couldn't stand 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 lay 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 said,

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

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