Chapter 23 The introverted palace maid

Bi Lingyuan was carrying the pot of plum blossom wine, and walked quickly with a calm expression. The palace servant carrying the imperial chariot trotted behind him. Wu Yong was still holding an umbrella and jumped a few times to block the snow for the emperor, but he could no longer bear it: Get out!

Wu Yong shook, the emperor glanced at him coldly, and walked forward again

The emperor did not hold an umbrella, so he naturally didn't want to hold it. He closed the umbrella and carefully chased after the road. The more he walked, he became more and more remote. Wasn't he going to the library?

Wu Yong didn't dare to ask. After walking for a long time, the emperor suddenly stopped. Wu Yong failed to stop and hit the emperor's back. He was so scared that he knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Bi Lingyuan didn't care at all, stood there, looking up at the snowflakes coming from the lonely sky, falling on the plum blossoms in his hands

It was obviously very iced, but he felt that his hands holding the plum blossoms were burned by Mars.

Mingyuezhou... Mingyuezhou... Bi Lingyuan looked at the winter sky and murmured to himself. I remembered that the case of treason for Major General Lu Xuguo in Mingyuezhou was supervised by Duke Zhenguo Li Chi himself

Li Chi, the queen's brother, attacks the Duke of Zhenguo

Wu Yong... Bi Lingyuan held the wine pot in his hand tightly, turned his face slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and sent someone to explore Li Chi. I must keep a close eye on me these days

Yes, Wu Yong responded with a whisk and stepped back

Bi Lingyuan thought about this and looked at the eaves far away in the heavy snow. It was the direction of the library.

The devil was crazy... Bi Lingyuan whispered softly, raised his hand and waved his way back. The palace guards not far away stepped forward quickly. Bi Lingyuan got on the imperial chariot, supported his forehead with some fatigue, and said lazily, "Go back to the Ganqing Palace."

The palace of the Qing Dynasty

The long voice of the palace servant fluttered in the heavy snow, and the bright yellow ceremonial guards slowly walked in the heavy snow. A ball of black suddenly threw out from the imperial chariot and drew an arc in the air.

Bang, broken

The faint fragrance of white plum wine overflowed in the snow, and a gust of wind blew by, and it suddenly blew away.

The cold winter in the Forbidden City is only the biting cold

In the library, Han Rui changed her skirt and folded her sewn robes carefully. She held them out of the wing room. The two nannies from the Ganqing Palace were waiting at the door, and took them with a smile, then went to the main hall.

Wen Mo happened to come out of the main hall. I don’t know what she did. Her cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were still shining with a little watery light. She was holding Han Rui’s torn clothes and bellyband.

Han Rui's face became hot, Wen Mo just glanced at her and said nothing. A brazier had already lit in the yard. She walked straight over and threw the clothes in her hand in.

The flames burst out and they burned to ashes in a short while

Hanrui just looked at Wenmo quietly, and when she looked at Wenmo again, she was blessed with her body: I'm sorry, Sister Wenmo

Wenmo took out a veil to wipe his hands, threw it into the brazier, and smiled and said: This is my duty, I will get used to it if I do too much.

Hanrui nodded again. This palace maid Wen Mo only met her for the first time today. Why did the needles hidden in the cotton and target them everywhere?

Hanrui was puzzled, so she kept it in her heart. If there was still a connection in the future, she would have to find a way to avoid her.

Just as I was thinking, Wenmo said again: You said that the emperor ordered the emperor to not walk out of the hall gate until he finished eating. I looked at it. The main hall was a serious place to study. I had ordered someone to move the table to the side hall. You should work harder and go to that place to wait.

Hanrui nodded and raised her head again. Wen Mo and his group walked outside the library. Soon the old and heavy palace gate was closed firmly. The library that had been lively for half a day seemed to be silent in an instant.

It seems that it's just a hallucination

Hanrui turned around and walked towards the side hall. The side hall was cramped, and it was not cleaned for a long time, so many old books were stored, all of which were covered with dust.

As soon as I came in, I sneeze a few times. At least I sat down, there was no charcoal fire in the side hall. Today, the snow suddenly became much heavier. Now it's okay. If there was no charcoal fire in the middle of the night, it would have to be frozen.

She sat for a while but couldn't sit still, so she got up to clean the side hall. Once she got busy, she had no place to settle down after being upset and unhappy.

Worried that the dust would fall into the imperial meal, she even covered it with a plate.

The sky gradually darkened, and it was dark early in the winter night. Winter lanterns had already hung in the courtyard. The nannies who were sent by the emperor to the Fulu Palace to sweep the snow have not come back yet. Today, they have formed such a big gangster. It's okay for one day or two days, but they may still be afraid...

If the emperor doesn't come again...

Hanrui thought, and couldn't help but rub her arms. She was afraid she was going to take off a layer of skin.

After Bi Lingyuan returned to the Ganqing Palace, he went to Qinzheng Hall to stay. After writing the memorials, Wen Mo was waiting in front of him, looking at the rules, but no one knew that there was a thick jade plugged into her vagina. Whenever he saw Bi Lingyuan, he thought that she was lying under him and was fucked hard. Every time she took a step, she had to endure it, otherwise the moans would overflow from her lips involuntarily.

Logically speaking, she is only two years older than Bi Lingyuan and has served in the imperial court for many years. She has grown up together since childhood. However, Bi Lingyuan respects her wet nurse, Mrs. An Ning, so she regards her as a sister, and never goes beyond the right way.

Today, the emperor seemed a little strange, and his eyes kept floating towards her. His light eyes could make her vagina tighten. Could it be that the emperor finally discovered her deep look? He fell in love with her without realizing it?

When Wen Mo was thinking this, Bi Lingyuan sat upright, threw the book that had not been turned over for a long time aside, scratched the back of his neck, and said unintentionally: What happened to the little slave in the library?

It was like pouring a pot of cold water on his head, Wen Mo lowered his eyes and said: Just like before, I gave some rewards, and... the elimination soup

The soup of avoiding the baby... It sounds so incredible today

Do you have the order to give her a wardrobe? Bi Lingyuan couldn't help it for a moment, blurting out regardless of it, and even reprimanding him with severe reprimand.

Wen Mo had never seen the emperor get so angry for a palace slave. He quickly knelt down and said: Emperor, this has always been like this! The palace slave is humble. If he doesn't accept the elimination soup quickly, if he is pregnant with a dragon seed, wouldn't he... wouldn't he have to die with his mother and son?!

Give death? Give death...

Bi Lingyuan looked at Wen Mo, sneered coldly, his eyes cold: Ji Wen Mo! Don’t rely on Mrs. An Ning to point fingers at my harem!

Wen Mo was shocked and painful, and couldn't help but look up at Bi Lingyuan: Why did the emperor say such murderous words?

It’s still for a bitch! A bastard! A bastard!

Bi Lingyuan was angry. When he heard Wen Mo say that he had given her a slaughter, he was as if he had been cut off hard. Whether it was a palace slave or a cheap man, she was his possession!

If you want to drink, he will nod and agree in person