Chang Anqing

Chapter 247
Seeing that the turmoil was over, everyone in Zichen Hall couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.At this moment, Jiang Lihua, who was dressed in a female officer's red dress, stood high on the front desk of the hall, looking at the menacing figure from a distance, but her eyes were full of undetectable sarcasm.

The tiger whose teeth had been pulled out could only growl meaninglessly like this.

"You said, this can be regarded as one thing and one thing."

At this moment, the whispering voice of the little servant in front of the palace came from beside him.

"In the past this month, Zhaoyi relied on the Turks behind his back. He wanted wind to win wind and rain to win rain. Even the noble concubine who used to assist the Sixth Palace dared to contradict and make things difficult, but now she was beaten by Concubine De, and she couldn't take it. How are you?"

"So, it's tit for tat."

Hearing the little servant's words, Jiang Lihua's lips were indifferent, she turned around and was about to enter, but she just ran into a figure bumping into her.

"Ouch—"

With a nervous voice, Jiang Lihua just saw the little servant in front of him carefully guarding a pot of flowers in his arms as if he was serving his ancestors, backing away again and again.

"Who is not long--"

The little servant who was about to yell at Jiang Lihua came to Jiang Lihua, like a chicken being strangled by the neck, and stopped abruptly. The stiff and flattering expression on his face made Jiang Lihua laugh.

"Oh, it's Miss Miss. Look, I'm the one who stained your clothes with dust. It's the stupid little one. Don't blame my sister. The little one will be fully washed and ironed by you—— "

"Come on, don't be silly."

Looking at the little waiter in front of her, Jiang Lihua stopped with a smile, and then her eyes fell on the potted flower, with an imperceptible light in her pupils and said: "What kind of flower is this, don't we have enough flowers in Zichen Palace?"

"This, this is the Golden Lantern Vine. I don't want it. I have to go back to the greenhouse."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Lihua nodded and said: "Okay, then go quickly, don't delay the business."

"Then sister's clothes—"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Lihua looked at the mud on her clothes, patted it lightly and said, "Okay, go ahead, your monthly report will not be deducted."

"It's better to be my sister. My sister is beautiful and kind-hearted. It is our blessing to meet her."

Seeing the little waiter salute cleverly, he walked away in a hurry.

Jiang Lihua stood there quietly, recalling something.

At night, the night breeze is slightly cool.The Qingsi Hall, which was always deserted, was now filled with the sound of swords and wind, as well as the clamor of clapping palms.

When Emperor Yuan Cheng, who came by chariot, walked to the door, he saw such a scene.

The breeze came with the fragrance of flowers. A woman in red was holding a neat snake bun. Under the moonlight, she held a sword and easily pulled out the sword flower. Suddenly Tenglong leaped up, and sometimes bent over and turned her hands, pointing her sword at everyone amidst the exclamation of the crowd. Heaven, in the posture of a drunken imperial concubine.

Following the sharp sound of the sword blade piercing the sky, Emperor Yuan Cheng stood there without saying a word, his eyes seemed to be infatuated, looking at the woman with a jade-like face and a pine-like figure in front of him.

Suddenly, there seemed to be the sound of horseshoes in his ears, and he vaguely saw a figure in red clothes galloping towards him, and an arrow flew towards him in the backlight. Slender hands.

"it is good!"

"it is good--"

With the sound of exclamation, Emperor Yuan Cheng came back to his senses in a daze, and saw Shangguan Yun in the courtyard suddenly leveled his sword on the case, and easily picked up the golden lamp on the case. The wine cup standing firmly on the tip of the sword slid to the hilt, but Shangguan Yun pressed the golden cup with his sword-holding fingers with a smile, stabilized the cup with the sword, and drank the fine wine in the cup.

"My lady is amazing!"

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Emperor Yuan Cheng stepped forward just now.

However, when he was about three steps away, he felt the clanging of the sword again, almost instantly, the cold light suddenly appeared, and the next moment, the sword pointed at his throat.

"His Majesty!"

Hearing the terrified voices of the people in his ears, and the trembling voice of Chengde, Emperor Yuan Cheng looked at the sword that was pointing at him holding a glass of wine, and when he looked up, he also saw the calm and calm man. , without the slightest killing intent and nervous eyes.

"Concubine De, you, you—"

Chengde, who was so afraid that his back was sweating, was interrupted by Emperor Yuan Cheng who raised his hand before he could speak.

The next moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng held up the sword tip wine cup with a smile, drank it down and said, "Drinking like this is a different experience."

"Surprised His Majesty."

Looking at Shangguan Yun who put away his sword and led the crowd to salute, Emperor Yuan Cheng raised his hand and said, "Get up."

After finishing speaking, Emperor Yuan Cheng walked towards the palace.

When everything returned to calm, Emperor Yuan Cheng sat on the couch and looked at Shangguan Yun and said, "Concubine's sword dance is even more brilliant than the dance in Hanyuan Palace that day. Could it be that she studied with a famous teacher?"

"Your Majesty is overrated."

Shangguan Yun heard the words and said calmly: "All concubines came here in their spare time, how dare we talk about learning from famous teachers."

At this moment, Lu Qiao came to serve tea, and Shangguan Yun said without any concealment: "This concubine is unkempt and unfit to see the holy driver, please allow this concubine to step back and freshen up."

Hearing these indifferent words, Chengde on the side couldn't help looking at Emperor Yuan Cheng nervously.

There are a few women in the harem who are not looking forward to seeing Long Yan, who are not flattered and weeping with joy when seeing His Majesty go.

It was the first time in his life that the Lord in front of him was so calm and breezy and put the emperor aside.

Everyone sweated at this, but Dudu Yuancheng smiled lightly, looked at the thin sweat on Shangguan Yun's temple and said: "Go, if you let the hot sweat cool down, you will easily hurt your body and catch wind and cold."

Facing Emperor Yuan Cheng's thoughtfulness, Shangguan Yun saluted without paying attention and then retreated, just like that stubborn rock that won't eat.

When she came back after changing her clothes, she saw Emperor Yuan Cheng sitting on the couch and flipping through a book she had put on the desk.

"Do you like reading military books?"

Hearing this sound, Shangguan Yun nodded indifferently to Shangyuan Chengdi's gentle eyes and said, "Yes."

"This lady from Chang'an, it's rare that you like swords, swords and war books as much as you do."

Hearing Emperor Yuan Cheng's words, Shangguan Yun's eyes sank, and without asking, he sat down and said: "People are not clothes, they have to be divided into men and women."

"In ancient times, there was Leizu, Zhong Wuyan, and a good woman, Hua Mulan. Does anyone say what a daughter in this world should look like, and what kind of life should she live like?"

Hearing these words, Emperor Yuan Cheng looked at the person in front of him with something indescribable, and said after a long time: "Then how do you want to live?"

"If you have a happy heart, you can also do what you like. If you live up to your original intention and original intention, you can live your life."

At this moment, Shangguan Yun turned his head, and when his eyes met, he was obviously still as cold as ice, but it made people feel a little different.

"If so what do you like."

Hearing this question, Shangguan Yun suddenly smiled faintly, and murmured: "Nowadays, wine and sword are enough."

After the words were finished, under the signal of Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes, all kinds of fine wines were delivered to the two of them in this way.

"The sword has been rewarded, so the only thing left is wine tasting."

At this moment, all the people in the hall had been taken out by Chengde without knowing it, only those two raised their glasses to relieve their worries.

I don't know how long it took, when the wine was full, in the rich and strong fragrance of the wine, Emperor Yuan Cheng felt the carefreeness and relaxation in his chest that he had never had before.

But at the same time, an unbearable hot feeling, like a tulle wrapping him, made him frown and raise his head.

But with just one glance, he couldn't move it away.

"Niang Yu-"

A tear fell without warning, and at the same time Emperor Yuan Cheng's heart was agitated, but the dignified emperor stood up weeping with joy and walked forward, holding his thin and firm shoulders tightly with both hands, even his lips parted and trembled.

Looking at the exact same eyebrows and the same red clothes in front of him, the lovesickness that had been suppressed in his heart all this time flew out together as if the seal had been lifted, crushing him to pieces.

"You're back, you're back, you're finally willing to come back to see me."

In the silence, the man's suppressed and hoarse cry sounded, as if he would disappear if he let go, Emperor Yuan Cheng had already embraced the person in front of him tightly with both hands, with such eagerness and affection, as if he wanted to melt into each other.

"His Majesty--"

"Don't call me Your Majesty, call me Shiro, call me Shiro—"

As the enthusiasm rose, Emperor Yuan Cheng had already begged out loud, and the next moment without warning, he covered his lips, completely blocking the words behind him.

Almost at the same time, Shangguan Yun's pupils trembled, and he could clearly feel the cold lips leaving marks one after another on her lips, cheeks, and neck all the way, such affectionate demands wrapped her tightly, but It made her churn inside, as if she had an uncontrollable nausea.

Even though all of this was designed by her, and she designed it according to Shangguan Ji's request, but at this moment she still couldn't convince herself.

Because at every moment, she wanted to push the person in front of her hard, pour a basin of ice water down her head, and wake him up completely.

Just when one of his clothes fell off and he felt the increasingly intense attack, Shangguan Yun clenched his hands tightly and couldn't help but close his eyes and shed a tear.

"Zhaoyi, you can't go in, Your Majesty is resting, you really can't go in—"

But at this moment, the noisy noise outside suddenly exploded like a thunderbolt, and then Shangguan Yun heard the familiar angry scolding voice, and he was relieved immediately, only regretting that Yue Zhaoyi almost came late that day.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—"

At this moment, Yue Zhaoyi, who came aggressively, seemed to have suffered a thousand injustices. When she saw the people who tried to stop her, she kicked them mercilessly, until they screamed in pain.

"Go away, get out of here!"

Seeing this, Chengde didn't dare to delay, he quickly ran in and guarded outside: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Zhaoyi is here——"

At the same time, Emperor Yuan Cheng was completely awake. When he saw the messy clothes in front of him and the tear-stained Shangguan Yun in front of him, he immediately stepped back a few steps, unable to recover for a long time, and the bottom of his eyes was full of complex anger and regret .

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, have you really missed me, Your Majesty—"

(End of this chapter)