Fall In Love With A Substitute

"what?"

This sentence was too far beyond Song Pianzhen's daily thinking mode and seemed very unfamiliar. She subconsciously asked.

What is Feng Yuexian talking about?

Afterwards, under Feng Yuexian's gaze, the thoughts of the people in front of him were clear, and Song Pianzhen finally went around the corner.

"..."

What is Feng Yuexian talking about.

"This is not possible."

Song Pianzhen's voice hasn't landed yet, Fengyue stays up and keeps up:

"Why not?"

Song Pianzhen's lips opened.

Feng Yuexian thought she was going to use the old saying "You are my emperor's wife" to prevaricate herself, but Song Pianzhen did not say it.

The corner of Feng Yuexian's lips hooked very slightly.

"Then, why not?"

Across the layer of soft smoke, the walking silhouette of the palace attendant outside the palace passed by, walking gently, and the palace flowers floated.

Feng Yuexian was waiting for Song Pianzhen's answer.

It hasn't been waited for a long while.

Gee.

"Since the princess refuses to answer—"

Feng Yuexian got up and wanted to leave, the tail of her skirt turned lightly.

But at this moment, the back of her hand hanging on the side of her skirt was strong, touching like mutton jade, warm and delicate.

Song Pianzhen took Feng Yuexian's hand with very light intensity, but stopped Feng Yuexian's unfinished words and stopped her footsteps.

"Move back to the main hall."

Feng Yuexian did not look back.

She hooked her fingertips, as if she wanted to squeeze it back, but she was restrained.

Feng Yuexian's voice was also well controlled, still weak:

"Till you get well." She curled her tongue, "lest... catch a cold."

Days said it was fast and fast, Feng Yuexian sent a message to Kang Xueying and called back the people who were chasing King Chu.

When this group of subordinates returned to Beijing, the prince's illness was cured.

During this period of time, the emperor sent many people to visit the East Palace. In words, he wanted to let the prince continue to serve in the government.

Even though the emperor has given off his prestige and vented his fire, he is not as strong as before. He needs the prince to go back and support him so that he can sit firmly on the dragon chair.

All the court officials felt that the prince did not want to delegate power-who would be willing to return the power to the government for a long time?

Contrary to their guess, Donggong's performance was not tepid, and the prince fully expressed his respect to the emperor, and practised what it means to just want to calm down and recover from illness.

Such a prince undoubtedly made the emperor more at ease, and the people who came to the Qing Palace became more and more diligent. Until this day, the prince was in good condition.

The visitor is Hong Chang, the **** who is the emperor's favorite. In the past, no one was condescending, but now he almost kowtows to the prince. After a lot of good words, he moved the prince a bit. The meaning of letting go.

Waiting to see the palace attendant, holding the treasured bottle, slipped in from the west hall, and looked at it, the princess had moved back to the main hall.

How could Hong Chang know that the princess moved out of the main hall? It was said that the prince's illness was repeated and it was inconvenient to live together.

No one knows whether the reason for the outside is true or not, but moving back at this time is a sign of a good condition.

"Oh, prince, you seem to be completely sick, but you can't ignore the side of the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart. The emperor is thinking of you every day, looking forward to you, you--"

Outside, Feng Yuexian helped the palace attendant walk in and raised his eyes:

"Who is here?"

"The crown prince is lucky."

Hong Chang was busy saluting, the princess was different from the usual harem master, he did not dare to neglect.

"I'm talking about the emperor asking the prince to go to the Hall of Nurturing Heart."

Feng Yuexian sat down in the seat next to Song Pianxian and glanced at Hong Chang casually:

"The prince's body and bones can be raised a little better. If he will raise him for two more days, the father will be sympathetic, and you will be more talkative."

Hong Chang was bitter. If there is no order from the emperor, who would dare to come to the East Palace?

"It's a slave who has many tongues, eh, many tongues." He said, slapped himself lightly.

Feng Yuexian chuckled lightly, not caring:

"I love to do this bluffing posture. If nothing happens, just go down."

Seeing that the princess seemed to be in a good mood, Hong Chang was relieved and hurriedly said:

"The minion retires."

When Hong Chang retreated, Feng Yuexian swept the sandalwood Bogu frame in the temple, saying:

"I just ordered people to open the library and replace some things. I'm tired of these things."

Song Pianju also looked at it and nodded:

"It's up to you."

Feng Yuexian gently hooked her lips.

Isn't it by her?

As the princess moved back to the main hall, the hall was cleaned up, and many decorations, calligraphy and painting plaques were exchanged.

Originally, there was no bead curtain and crystal curtain in the temple, but this time it was clothed together, and the waves floated, and the main hall immediately became a little more feminine and silky.

This is kind of like.

Before going to bed at night, it is customary to take a bath.

Ordinary people just put bluegrass in water and boil it together to make orchid soup for bathing.

For the East Palace, it uses the Yinchi incense offered by the Western Regions and the fragrant soup made from various spices.

Bath beans are crushed with more than ten kinds of flowers such as agarwood, peach blossom, cherry blossom, white hollyhock, and powdered with pearls, jade shavings, and stalactite to make the skin moisturized like jade.

After taking a shower, there is the remaining warmth of the fragrant soup on the skin, and the dark fragrance lingers, and then wrap the upper layer of summer light shirt, half-covered.

Yinxue wiped Feng Yuexian's hair thinly, then took the smoker to smoke slowly, and the smoke was almost done, and slowly combed it with an ivory comb.

The incense scriptures in the hot smoked cage slid into the account, carrying the warmth and wafting into the account, so that Song Pianzhen, who had gone to bed earlier, would sleep better.

Being invaded by the warm incense, the gold-sprinkled gauze tent was lifted, and the shadow of the candle slid across the tent, reflecting a pair of figures in the tent.

Song Pianzhen opened his eyes slightly and saw Feng Yuexian on the bed.

There was no one outside, only one lantern was guarded.

Feng Yuexian was very fragrant, with a thin jade-bone shirt and blue silk on her shoulders, boundless spring.

These thoughts came to Song Pianju's mind, but because she drank tranquilizing soup as usual before going to bed, she blinked, but she couldn't resist the sleepiness, fanning her eyelashes slower and slower, and she was going to fall asleep again.

Feng Yuexian looked at the brocade quilt on her body, and then at the neat quilt on her side.

With a wave of his hand, Jin was lifted out of the tent and fell straight to the bed.

Song Pianzhen was awakened and finally opened his eyes.

She stood up, leaned forward, crossed Feng Yuexian's shoulders, and looked below:

"What is this?"

Feng Yuexian did not answer.

With a flick of her finger, the last palace lantern went out.

The account went dark.

"Your Royal Highness's quilt, I will cover it."

Song Pianzhen's face was stagnant, and she hadn't figured out how to answer. In the dim light, a burst of warm fragrance spread across her body.

Feng Yuexian can vaguely see things at night, she turns off the palace lantern, and then goes to see Song Pianzhen.

It is said that looking at a beautiful woman under the light, but looking at a beautiful woman after turning off the light is another kind of hazy beauty.

This beauty wraps up desire.

Song Pianzhen's waist line stretched out due to the motion of leaning over to probe, a small nest collapsed at the back of the waist, and the snow-white clothes were stacked on the thin waist.

Feng Yuexian licked his teeth and stretched out his arms to embrace the person.

Warm and cool alternately in one place.

Song Pianju's body trembled as if being scalded, and the friction caused by the shaking made her toes hook.

Give it a hug, it should be fine...

Song Pian put his hand on Feng Yuexian's shoulder and pushed her:

"Go to bed early-well..."

Halfway through the conversation, damp heat came from the side of the neck.

Such as delicate petals, being thrown into the hot and fragrant soup.

After the heat, the water vapor soaked, and the petals were instantly scalded, and the whole body collapsed.

Clever hands fiddled around the petals, disturbing a pool of spring water.

The snow-colored lining was removed, revealing round shoulders.

She bowed her head and put Song Pianju's makeup on.

The tender pink petals were sprinkled on Song Pian's neck, gently, and the more the shoulders, the heavier the red marks and the more messy.

If it is a petal, it is a flower that has been crushed and crushed out of flower juice.

The powder was spotted with tears, falling randomly, and then being held on the collarbone cut from Polygonatum.

Song Pian slapped her head on Feng Yuexian's shoulders, and was assumed to be allowed to taste.

The hand was still resting on Feng Yuexian, as if he wanted to push away, but couldn't make any effort.

Her voice was extremely restrained, finely shattered, and brought out the maddening pity.

What a lovely person.

Half of Song Pianzhen's back was exposed, paved like beautiful jade, more magnificent than snow.

The blouse hung on her arms, hooked imaginarily, and was helpless with Song Pianju's trembling.

Feng Yuexian's throat rolled, and he wanted to help Song Pian to fade away, allowing the clothes to rest.

"No..."

Song Pianqi hooked her hand on her shoulder, her head moved slightly, and the green silk scratched.

Fengyuexian stopped.

Song Pianzhen breathed a relaxed tone.

Next interest.

Her jaw was lifted and her lips felt hot.

The clothes were forcibly peeled off, floating lightly onto the pile of brocade quilts.

This time, Song Pianzhen failed to say the words of rejection.